Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
[You’re going to eat it raw?]
Russell asked with a slight surprise.
“Should I blanch it before eating it?”
Lucion picked up one of the latchou flowers and asked.
[No, no. Did you mentally prepare?]
“What is there to prepare? I have to do what I decided to do, correct?”
Lucion put the whole latchou’s flower into his mouth, and Russell screamed in terror.
[This… crazy kid! What are you doing eating the whole flower!? You should first confirm the situation while picking it by petals.]
“What should I do if I already put it in my mouth? Um…”
Lucion’s frown gradually deepened as he chewed on the flower.
Russell’s expression also hardened.
[What? Do you feel strange?]
“It doesn’t taste good. Just like grass. I think I should mix it with spices next time.”
[Ha…]
Russell looked at Lucion as if wanting to say, ‘This is ridiculous.’
Latchou was a flower with Light properties.
In a situation where you don’t know what will happen, you’re doing a taste review?
Gulp.
Lucion swallowed the flower, and Russell licked the corner of his lips and asked.
[Is there really nothing?]
“I don’t know yet, besides the fact that it tastes terrible.”
Lucion’s eyes moved around and then looked at the latchou flowers again.
‘It’s certain that the last boss obtained Light resistance by eating latchou, but how much do I have to eat a day?’
If you lay a novel thick with descriptions only, would it be a setting book or a novel?
Latchou was first mentioned in the scene of one of the conversations between the main character and the last boss, where the stupid boss confessed by himself that he gobbled up latchou.
As proof, after defeating the boss, the main character discovered a notebook where the boss wrote down about eating latchou while he was destroying everything related to him.
But the main character burned the notebook to prevent the appearance of a second boss, and latchou was never mentioned again.
‘Please read it for me.’
Lucion was truly disappointed.
When he bought latchou, a blue thread was cut off.
This meant it was also an opportunity to distance himself from his fate.
[You’re not thinking of eating another one, right? Lucion. No, disciple-ah. Didn’t I say that Light is poison to us?]
Seeing Russell, who was about to start stomping his feet now, Lucion reluctantly walked up to his bed and sat down.
He was still fine.
‘I also should keep a record.’
Lucion stood up from his seat, and after walking up to a desk, he searched through the drawers.
Drip, drip.
Something dripped on the floor.
Nosebleed.
[I knew it would happen! Spit it out! I said puke it out!]
Russell tried to grab Lucion’s neck into his hands to make him vomit.
But Lucion waved his hands away as he said:
“… Master-nim.”
[Noisy! Puke it out!]
“More than that…”
Lucion hastily covered his mouth.
In an instant, a gush of blood poured out.
The color of blood flowing between his fingers was extremely dark as if Darkness had died.
[Lucion!]
At Russell’s shout, Lucion shook his head, informing him that it was fine.
‘Isn’t that too much…?’
Rather, Lucion was surprised.
It didn’t hurt enough to vomit blood.
It was just like a muscle pain.
From the looks of it, some of the Darkness died and came out as blood because latchou had Light proprieties.
‘Nonetheless, it’s better than I thought? It’s worth trying to cultivate resistance.’
Lucion’s eyes soon sparkled.
In the back of his mind, he worried if it wouldn’t be terribly painful, but if it took muscle pain to cultivate a Light resistance, he could endure it as much as needed.
‘It’s understandable Father mentioned the divine power allergy every time.’
It was just one flower and he spit out blood.
Now Lucion knew why Novio wouldn’t let priests around him.
What happened when he was first exposed to the divine power?
‘And I get the reason why the main character is strong.’
The main character of the novel ‘Clutches of Darkness’ was naturally a person with the Light attribute.
He also understood why warlocks avoided Light, and how could the main character slice through the corrupted warlocks.
‘I have to make sure to obtain the Light resistance.’
Lucion clenched his fist, reaffirming his resolve.
[Does it hurt?]
At Russell’s question, Lucion shook his head.
While he wiped his blood-covered hand with his hood, he opened his mouth:
“No. It’s worth enduring. I can keep going.”
[Worth enduring…? In that state?]
Russell’s expression twisted as he asked.
“Yes. It doesn’t hurt.”
[You vomited blood, but it doesn’t hurt? Don’t you see that your Darkness died?]
“It’s just a muscle pain. If I could, I would offer some to Master-nim.”
Lucion also wiped his mouth with his hood.
Anyhow, it was a hood he planned to throw out.
‘I will need things to clean up in the future.’
If it was going to be like this every time he ate latchou, he would have to deal with it, right?
[Lucion, you…]
Russell couldn’t continue and rubbed his mouth.
As a result of watching Lucion for a month, he knew him to be impulsive and never looking back.
But ironically, there would be another condition to his actions.
Besides himself, there was something else attached.
There had to be someone else’s story, like during the banquet. It could be his mother’s story or the story of his clan or family.
It meant that he completely didn’t care when others were talking about him.
Was Lucion showing such a reaction because he learned to endure rather than burst into anger?
Russell thought so.
“I’m really fine.”
Lucion said he was fine again.
But Russell’s eyes didn’t change.
When Lucion was about to open his mouth again, they heard a knock on the door.
“Young Master. It’s me.”
At Jerno’s words, Lucion opened his mouth.
“Come in.”
“Young Master. This…”
Jerno halted in his words for a moment and looked around.
He smelled blood.
And the smell was fresh.
“Is something wrong?”
Even when Lucion asked, Jerno kept looking for something.
“It’s nothing. I brought the letter paper.”
As Jerno placed down the letter paper, he stared at the hood Lucion was wearing.
The smell seemed to be coming from the hood.
“Young Master. It seems that this hood is very dirty. When going out, I’ll…”
“No. Just go.”
Because he read Jerno’s gaze, Lucion pretended nothing happened and sent Jerno away.
“Then please rest comfortably.”
Even though he was unwilling to leave, Jerno’s gaze dropped from the hood, and he left.
Tok.
After the door closed, Lucion let out a sigh, placed the letter paper on the desk, and took off his hood.
“Master-nim. Even though my mouth is a bit numb, I’m really fine. Rather, that gaze is much more burdensome.”
Lucion explained it to Russell again, but Russell’s gaze didn’t waver.
‘…Alas, I don’t know.’
Because Lucion just felt like he was facing a solid wall, he didn’t want to waste his strength.
Thinking that he wouldn’t get to Russell anytime soon, he sat down at the desk and took out a notebook.
After writing down the date and amount, he didn’t forget to circle it.
“Master-nim.”
[… Yeah.]
Russell replied reluctantly.
“How should I check if my Light resistance increased?”
[Lucion. Are you really going to continue…?]
“Isn’t it natural? I’m a noble. Even just the fact I’m a warlock is an extreme risk.”
Lucion slightly lowered his voice as he continued.
“I can’t let my family be hurt because of that.”
[…]
Russell took a deep breath.
The idea to eat latchou to cultivate Light resistance was groundbreaking by itself, as he himself said.
But he had to try to stop that if the subject was his own disciple.
‘I know he is stubborn, but that’s too much.’
He thought he would stop if he knew it hurt.
‘How can it be fine?’
Russell saw Darkness die en masse inside of Lucion’s body with his own two eyes.
He didn’t expect he would continue even though he vomited blood because of the backlash.
Russell sighed again and looked at Lucion.
[Okay. I’ll stop you when needed, so try it until that moment.]
“I expected it. Anyhow, thank You.”
Lucion smiled at Russell’s permission.
Russell said he would watch over him, so what’s the problem?
[I feel like I’m getting hit in the back of the head.]
“That’s because of Your mood. And that’s not the back, but the front of the head, Master-nim.”
[… Ha.]
Russell scowled.
Why are you saying such a joke right now?
“Master-nim.”
Lucion opened his mouth with a joyful face.
[What?]
“Can I eat one more?”
Before beginning the test, Lucion attempted to first add fuel to the fire.
The room suddenly turned cold.
Russell’s eyes were especially cold.
[… This, this…!]
Russell struggled hard to swallow the curses that he was about to spit out.
***
Tap, tap.
A woman with red hair tapped her leg with an awkward face.
“…Ha, crazy.”
She stopped reading the letter and finally tightly closed her eyes.
“Young lady. Are You okay?”
The maid asked, anxious because of her behavior.
“Ah, I’m fine. It’s because it’s a bit, a tiny bit unexpected.”
She put down the letter.
On the seal was the fox crest of the Cronia family.
When considering that a letter from a family she had no connections with had arrived, she was surprised.
Because it was the Cronia family, the protectors, who guarded the whole border of this country, the Teseal Empire.
But before long, she was curious.
Why was letter sent to her, a mere daughter, and not to her mother, the owner of Luteon County?
‘Lucion Cronia. Lucion, Lucion…’
She ruminated the name of the person who sent the letter, and soon swept her face.
The content of the letter was as follows.
— I’m deeply sorry for causing confusion because of this sudden letter. I’ll speak plainly…. (omitted) I felt deeply insulted by this matter but thought I could not deal with it based on my emotions. Hence, I wish for Lady Tella Luteon to take on the role of arbiter. The wind is still cold, so I hope You will be careful not to catch a cold.
‘Talking about arbiter, doesn’t that mean I’m given an opportunity?’
Tella swept up her bangs.
The Luteon family operated the Luteon Magic Bank which was named after their family.
Not only was there one in each major city, it grew so much that it had three branches in the capital itself.
Not long ago, robbers attacked the branch in the Cronia territory.
A robbery isn’t a one-day job, so neither her mother nor Tella thought it was a big deal.
But a big shot of a Cronia family was involved?
At the unimaginable thing, her vision turned dark for a while.
‘From the beginning, was this letter really written by Lucion Cronia?’
Tella looked at the letter again.
‘Wasn’t he supposed to be crazy? A lunatic?’
From the graceful writing to the content, there was no trace of Lucion from the rumors.
Just looking at the letter made her heart secretly flutter.
‘But why me?’
Tella pressed her forehead.
Her mother was the bank manager, so shouldn’t he naturally contact her mother with such a big matter?
‘But it’s definitively good for me.’
Tella took business lessons together with her sisters for the position of the next family head.
Unlike her older sisters, who were each already in charge of a branch, she didn’t get even an opportunity for that yet.
No, there was an opportunity, but she let it slip because of a mistake in safekeeping valuables.
‘How much I cried because I let this opportunity slip…’
Tella fiddled with the letter.
Frankly, the Cronia family could make a big deal out of it.
But the party involved, Lucion, didn’t want that.
Isn’t it already different from the nickname ‘vile cur’?
“Yana.”
Tella grabbed the letter and stood up.
“Yes, Young Lady.”
“The letter paper, no, prepare to leave.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. I’m going to visit the Cronia family.”
***
[Lucion.]
After the letter left Lucion’s hands, Russell opened his mouth.
“Yes, master-nim.”
[What is your intention to write not to the Luteon family’s head or even to the oldest, but to the third child?]
“Were You peeking again?”
[Remember that I’m a ghost. Because of it, my hearing and vision are good.]
When Lucion’s forehead wrinkled slightly, Russell peacefully teased his mouth.
[So, what is the reason behind insisting on the third?]
Lucion smiled at that question.
*~*~*
Translator’s note: Everyone, say goodbye to Jerno. I don’t think he has any more scenes of importance after this. (At least I don’t remember…)
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