Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

Chapter 47: Hold On (2)

“At the banquet, I was told that their business was doing well, so I asked Brother.”

“I heard that, too.”

“But on reflection, it’s very strange. Can a self-published author own such a prosperous business?”

“Normally, it’s rare.”

“Brother. There’s one thing I didn’t tell Brother that I covered from Hume’s mouth. Are you going to scold me?”

“Aren’t you arrogant?”

Carson’s expression hardened again.

He wondered if Lucion had an accident again.

“It was the first time I had a business place, so I was on my way there yesterday. I was excited at the time, and it’s true that I didn’t look around properly. That’s why.”

“Just now.”

Carson struggled to contain the rising rage.

“What did you just say?”

“But, Brother. It’s just…”

“I get it.”

Carson cut off Lucion.

[Wow.]

Russell admired.

[You’re going to tie it up like this?]

“Brother.”

Lucion called Carson again.

It was a pretty careful voice.

“I don’t know if I’m just saying something useless or not.”

“Never mind. I’ll take care of it, so you stay calm.”

The life force he felt in his voice was so great that he could feel that Carson had pulled out his sword.

The work below had been mended better than expected.

‘I guess you were already suspicious of the Fizat family.’

Since he added oil, it was obvious how the Fizat family would be robbed.

“Brother, I’m sorry, but could you call Hume?”

“Okay, I’ll call him.”

As soon as he came out, Carson leaned against the door and took a deep breath.

“…Ha.”

How surprised Hume was when he brought Lucion.

‘I’ve only been away for a few days and I’m already losing my mind.’

Lucion was kidnapped by an enemy due to the betrayal of an escort knight.

He’d never forgotten a single time.

How could he forget the figure of Lucion whose whole body was stained with blood and seemed to break at any moment.?

‘…Damn it.’

He knew he had to increase Lucion’s escort every time this happened, but it was practically impossible.

Lucion had changed completely since then.

Just looking at the existence of a knight often caused seizures, and after suffering from hallucinations and fantasies, he was forced to lock himself in the room at the fingertips of people.

‘How did it get like this? I can’t trigger Lucion anymore.’

As the saying goes that time is medicine, Lucion’s condition was much better than before, so he could attach one or two escorts.

“Is Young Master not in a good condition?”

Hume hesitated for a long time and asked anxiously.

“Lucion is calling you, so go in.”

“Yes, sir.”

“…Hume.”

Hume, who was about to turn the doorknob, turned to Carson at his call.

“Is Lucion afraid of you?”

“Why is Young Master afraid of me?”

Hume blinked.

“Then are you afraid of Lucion?”

“Young Master is not a scary person.”

Carson recognized that the answer was not a lie.

Hume was chosen by Lucion and brought in.

“Don’t betray Lucion as much as you can.”

Carson muttered to Hume as he walked down the hallway.

Hume’s head tilted slightly.

‘The first and the youngest master are sensitive to betrayal.’

Hume found the fact very strange.

He had no intention of betraying Lucion.

‘Oops.’

Hume turned the doorknob and realized that he had not knocked on the door.

Knock. Knock.

He knocked on the door late and went inside.

Strangely, the atmosphere was not good.

Hume’s eyes rolled back and forth.

—Hume!

Ratta got out of bed and ran toward Hume.

Seeing the wagging tail, Hume thought of a dog.

Hume suddenly remembered Carson’s words while trying to stroke Ratta.

“I won’t betray Young Master.”

At Hume’s sudden remark, Lucion frowned.

It was a known fact.

“Hume.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you write down all the information?”

“Yes, I’ve written down all the information I remember. I had a lot of fun because I felt like I was studying words.”

As much as Hume smiled broadly, Russell looked at him with pity.

If he said that, it was obvious that Lucion would make him work more.

As expected, the corners of Lucion’s lips rose.

“Then, can I just memorize all the information in the place below the inn and then quickly transcribe it?”

“Right.”

Lucion was more satisfied with Hume finding his job on his own.

“Then the Young Master’s escort… What’s going on?”

Hume asked hesitantly.

“You don’t have to worry about my escort. We can’t even walk around anyway. My brother just ordered me to stay put.”

Lucion waved his broken arm.

“My hands are like this, so I can’t walk around as Hamel for a while.”

Russell glared at Lucion at once.

Even if he was like that, he was still trying to get around.

“Did you see that?”

Lucion nonchalantly pointed to Russell, and Hume nodded.

“I understand. You mean he can be suspicious because of your injured hand, and you can read Mr. Russell’s mind, right?”

[Read my mind? He’s reading my mind?]

Russell burst into laughter.

“Yes, I’m reading your mind.”

[So it’s like this now?]

Russell’s finger pointed to Lucion’s broken arm, and Lucion shrugged.

“I didn’t expect this to happen.”

He thought he had used the magic correctly, but there must have been a problem somewhere.

“Anyway, Hume.”

“Yes.”

“Of the information you wrote down, I need to copy it one more time. Go right now and…….”

[I already asked him to copy Cronia’s client part again.]

“Thank you, Teacher.”

Lucion bowed to Russell.

Thanks to Russell, he saved time.

Cronia’s client problem had to be solved immediately, but unfortunately, it was something he could not do.

The information had to be delivered to Carson.

“Hume. I’m going to order people like last time and deliver the information here.”

“Yes, I’ll give the money to the kid nearby and make him do it.”

“Yes, you did a great job yesterday.”

“No, I’ll be a better butler next time.”

Hume smiled slightly and pulled a present from his pocket that had arrived before Lucion woke up.

“It’s a gift from Lady Tella.”

It was finally here.

Tears of Larvis.

[Really?]

Russell, who had been crumpling his face all along, reacted loudly.

“It’s my gift.”

Russell snorted at Lucion’s words.

[Who says it isn’t?]

Russell hurriedly waved his hand.

[Never mind. Hurry up and open it.]

“Teacher.”

[What?]

“I hope you don’t forget that it’s my gift.”

[I know.]

Lucion did not open the box until he got a definite answer.

When he saw the gift wrapped in a cute ribbon and white wrapping paper, Lucion handed it to Hume.

“Open it up.”

[Be careful when you open it, Hume.]

“I’m confident in controlling my strength. It’s the first thing I learned.”

Hume opened the wrapper more carefully, saying, don’t worry.

There was another box inside the wrapper, and when he opened the box, he saw a small case.

‘You didn’t have to wrap it this carefully.’

Lucion yawned, slightly bored.

—Uooo. There’s another box in the box!

But Ratta enjoyed even this moment more than anyone else.

[Hurry up, hurry up and open it.]

‘There’s one more person just like Ratta.’

Lucion smiled and waited calmly until Hume opened the case.

Like this.

The case opened.

—Oh?

Ratta tilted his head and Russell’s expression quickly hardened.

[This, the sacred thing… It’s weak to say, but it’s a thing of light, isn’t it?]

Though, this was what he chose.

Russell swallowed the words, throw it away immediately.

Anyway, it was a gift.

“That’s nice.”

Lucion reacted calmly.

Tears of Larvis.

It wasn’t as good as the Holy Relic, but it had a tremendous amount of light in it.

Heint, who was kicked out of the Knights Templar, should have acquired it while wandering, but as long as he joined the Royal Knight, it wouldn’t go as the novel went anyway.

In addition, the original owner was also dead.

[You like it…?]

Russell asked, dumbfounded.

“Yes, it’s good.”

Lucion was really happy and smiling.

Lucion was probably the only warlock who was so happy to receive a light object.

“Thanks to this bracelet, I don’t have to force myself to visit the shrine or get the light.”

Lucion deliberately chose this bracelet to develop light tolerance from the beginning.

Russell closed his eyes for a moment.

He couldn’t get used to it even if he saw that reaction many times.

[You’re not going to keep wearing it, are you?]

“I’m thinking about it now.”

Heint used that bracelet like a mana potion.

‘Come to think of it…’

Lucion opened his mouth at the sudden curiosity in his head.

“Teacher.”

[What?]

Russell’s voice was blunt.

“Is there such a thing as a relic of darkness?“

[I want to say no, but there’s also Ratta, the Divine Beast of darkness.]

Ratta grinned when she was caught in Russell’s gaze.

[I think it exists.]

“I really wish it does.”

Like Heint, he would fill the darkness he lacked with holy things.

‘I know where the light stuff like Tears of Larvis is.‘

It was such a bummer.

[Lucion.]

At Russell’s call, Lucion looked at him without reaching out to the bracelet.

[I told you I’d stop you, right?]

“Yes, you did.”

[Then don’t touch that bracelet for a week.]

Lucion rolled his eyes and looked at the bracelet.

‘I want to check it out right now…’

Looking at Russell again, Lucion exhaled a long breath.

“That’s too long. How about… 4 days?”

[Yes, 4 days.]

Lucion was puzzled when Russell squeezed.

Shouldn’t we be squabbling more here?

“That’s great.”

Then, Hume clapped his hands.

‘I was tricked…!’

When Lucion couldn’t even open his mouth, Russell raised one corner of his mouth.

[The doctor said that you need to rest for about 4 days.]

—Hop. Lucion is fooled.

Ratta’s eyes sparkled with great interest.

“I really didn’t know that Mr. Russell would be able to convince Young Master.”

Hume looked as if he had seen a lecture.

“I’ve confirmed that mixing emotions with words can be very persuasive.”

[Now that it’s all solved, Lucion, go back to sleep]

“Then I’ll wait here for a while.”

Hume went to the corner.

“You’re worried about nothing, so just sit in the right place.”

Lucion gave a firm voice.

Hopefully, Hume also deceived himself.

[Oh, by the way. Lucion]

“Yes.”

Lucion’s voice cracked.

[How do you know the magic that broke your arm?]

“How do you know?”

[That’s the magic I made.]

“What…?”

[After thinking about it yesterday and today, I’m sure it’s magic that I made.]

‘Not really? Isn’t this the magic Heint’s companion, the warlock made?’

Lucion tilted his head slightly in surprise.

“Teacher, do you have another disciple?”

[No. You’re my only disciple.]

“So, does that mean that there was no one who got disowned or gave up halfway?“

[No. My first disciple is you, and I think you’re my last.]

‘No way.’

Lucion had deeper and deeper doubts.

So how did the warlock know this magic?

[What’s wrong with you? I don’t think it’s because you don’t want to lose your name as my first disciple.]

“I was just curious. I thought you’d have several students.”

Lucion, unlike his twisted mind, spoke calmly.

Russell stared at him with half his eyes closed.

[So how do you know the magic…]

Russell, who continued to speak, was greatly astonished.

“What’s wrong?”

[The notebook… I didn’t burn it.]

“What do you mean, the notebook?”

[The notebook with all my knowledge. I forgot to burn it.]