Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

Chapter 135: Have you forgotten who I am? (2)

Chapter 135: Have you forgotten who I am? (2)

Lucion wanted to laugh out loud at this situation, which was astonishing for both the warlock who had let out his darkness and Heint who used his light.

It was an action out of reflex because the darkness had an ego.

Lucion himself had experienced it a lot, even if it didn’t pop out thanks to Russell and Ratta.

[Lord Lucion…? Did you aim for this?]

Bethel asked, hesitatingly.

[Is that the only thing you aim for?]

Russell’s eyes narrowed.

There had to be one more.

“…W-Wa-Warlock?”

Naughton was so startled that he seemed to be about to freeze.

“T-Turn on the light! Turn on the light!”

Light was the only way to beat the warlock.

“S-Saint.”

Then, Naughton looked at Lucion with his trembling hands.

Swoosh.

“Everyone!”

Heint drew his sword.

The knights paid attention to the voice that seemed to be ringing in their ears.

“To the protection camp!”

At Heint’s clear voice, the knights calmly surrounded Lucion, as they had trained.

“Lord Lucion, don’t worry.”

Heint stepped toward the warlock, smiling at Lucion, who was slightly visible among the knights.

‘Don’t worry…?’

Lucion’s expression hardened.

‘He’s making a joke out of me!’

The place where Heint stood was already left as an afterimage, and he appeared in front of the warlock.

[…Ha.]

Russell sighed incredulously.

[That speed… Is that real?]

Even Bethel opened her eyes wide.

Heint’s sword, which was fresh with light, was thrust into the chest of the warlock.

“…Gasp!”

The warlock groaned, and the warlocks around him radiated darkness.

In line with the approaching darkness, Heint pulled out the sword embedded in the warlock’s chest, bursting with light as if to purify all darkness.

Dig!

?Ooh!

At his sparkling figure, Ratta raised her voice excitedly.

‘This is not the time to be excited, Ratta.’

Lucion’s sweaty hands touched the hem of this clothes

Hume stood before Lucion to block the spreading light, but the light didn’t reach Lucion.

The spreading light only came back into Heint’s hand.

‘…Crazy.’

Lucion clenched his teeth.

Not only he moved the light as if it was his hands and feet, one warlock had already died, as if he was trying to say that he was the main character here.

The sight of the warlock pouring out blood while surrounded by light was terrifying as if Lucion was seeing his future.

‘I’m not going to die to you.’

Lucion bit his lips and managed to exhale.

Crisp.

He wasn’t happy at all when a blue thread broke out.

‘…Never.’

Heint didn’t give the warlock time.

It was because he knew that when they started moving, he was the one who would be in trouble.

Stomping his feet, covering them with light, he narrowed the distance at once.

The surrounding scenery quickly changed, and as soon as he saw the warlock right in front of his nose, Heint swung his sword.

Clang!

But he was blocked by the warlock’s darkness.

The darkness struggled to protect the warlock.

When his stomach shook, Heint had a bad feeling.

Grab!

Heint’s eyes hurriedly turned down at the eerie sensation of having his legs grabbed.

As it approached, the darkness seized his leg.

‘…Oops!’

Heint belatedly emitted light, but there was already a black stigma attached on both his legs.

Lucion widened his eyes at the black magic he had never seen before.

‘What is that?’

[It’s a debuff.]

Russell said, raising the corner of his lips.

Black magic, known as a power that could be used by humans, could catch the light, which was the fastest among mana and darkness, and gave an opportunity to trample on the light.

You couldn’t beat the light if you didn’t learn that magic.

Lucion’s eyes changed.

His desire to learn it was too obvious.

[You want to learn, right? Right?]

Turning around, Russell was very happy to finally have a chance to let Lucion know about the debuff.

“Commander!”

The knights panicked when Haint was subjected to black magic.

But Heint spoke up without panicking.

“The warlock’s goal is the Saint! We must not forget we should sacrifice our lives to protect the Saint!”

[Unfortunately, it’s difficult to erase. Perhaps, Heint will be at a loss, too. He’s gotten his feet sealed.]

[What happened, Russell? Can’t he erase it with the light he has?]

Bethel stopped concentrating on the battle and opened her mouth to the questions that came rushing in.

[Just as light kills darkness, darkness kills the light.]

[I know that.]

[The darkness is already killing the light. You know delusion, right? Just think that darkness has penetrated the bridge like that. It takes a lot of light to kill the darkness, but the light has the slowest recovery compared to mana and darkness.]

[You mean several things overlapped?]

[Yeah. It’s going to be a mess.]

Russell made a subtle expression.

He didn’t want to cheer Heint up for some reason, but it embarrassed him that he couldn’t cheer if Heint actually died.

“Kill him!”

The warlock who tied Heint’s feet sharpened the form of darkness to get rid of him at once.

Just as Heint was paying attention to warlocks, warlocks were also paying attention to Haint.

The darkness, which had become a long spear, stabbed toward Heint almost simultaneously.

Whoo!

With the loud noise of the collision of light and darkness, Haint, surrounded by the curtain of light, groaned.

His eyes turned to his back.

Darkness was trying to sneak up on him again.

‘Once I get hit, I won’t get hit for the second time, darkness!’

The moment Heint tightened his grip and tried to kill the darkness using the light surrounding the curtain, his eyes turned to Lucion.

‘It’s a trick…?’

Heint saw the warlock who made a large sword out of the darkness.

Because he was blessed by the light, he was able to face the darkness, but for knights who use mana, darkness was difficult to deal with.

Heint ran out of the curtain of light.

However, because his legs were tied by black magic, he was slow as if he was carrying dozens of stones 

‘Their target is Lucion.’

Heint had to think about the damage he would suffer from being attacked by a warlock and the damage that Lucion would suffer because he emitted light.

‘Their goal is…!’

And Heint decided on the latter.

This was because the warlock that tied his feet was turning and heading for Lucion.

It might be possible with 3 of them, but dealing with all 7 of them was too much.

As Heint chased after him, the last warlock stopped and looked at Heint.

Swish!

Darkness was sent out to block Heint’s movement, but he caught the darkness and extinguished it with the light wrapped in his blood-stained grip.

“No!”

Heint, realizing that there was little chance, squeezed out the light that was spinning inside his body to emit all of his remaining light.

But it came out from the wrong direction.

‘…?’

Haint was so surprised that he stopped.

Why is the light coming out of Lucion all of a sudden?

Manifestation?

No.

It was impossible.

Isn’t Lucion allergic to divine allergy?

‘No way.’

Heint’s heart thumped.

‘…No way!’

The warlocks, who were dying due to the light and coughing up blood, were out of his sight.

Lucion had a bracelet in his hand.

The bracelet with the light.

Lucion’s body collapsed helplessly.

[Lord Lucion!]

“Y-Young master!”

Bethel and Hume caught Lucion.

“Are you okay, Young Master?”

Hume wiped the blood from Lucion’s mouth with trembling hands.

[Are you okay? C-Can you hold out?]

Because of the contract with Lucion, Bethel also felt Lucion suffering from his darkness.

Isn’t he suffering too much?

?Lucion is fine. Ratta knows that! Ratta knows, she knows…

Ratta’s voice was mixed with tears.

Knowing that he was fine and Lucion being sick were two different things.

Lucion’s ears were ringing and he could only hear Bethel and Ratta’s voices.

‘…Wow. How much was that?’

Even though the ceiling was gradually visible, it was hard to hold back the laughter that was about to leak out.

Crisp.

He could hear all of the other seven being cut off.

‘They’re all dead. Great!’

The Hand of the Void was aiming at him.

If their goal was this obvious, their chance to attack was also obvious.

What is a warlock’s natural enemy?

It was the light.

‘…Yes.’

A red thread was visible before his eyes.

‘I cut seven blue threads, so the red thread has to come out.’

Which one it is connected to.

[You…! You crazy!]

The dam that Russell had endured so far finally burst.

A warlock had used light to kill fellow warlocks.

[Are you a priest? Are you a person who has been blessed by the light? You used light? A warlock used light? Damn you! Do you really want to die that much?]

He couldn’t say anything good.

Because Lucion was a precious disciple.

Because he wanted Lucion to go only through the easy path, blood veins popped out on his neck and around his eyes.

What should he do with that damn disciple?

“Young Master?”

Hume saw him lose consciousness for a moment, and when Lucion’s pupils remained unchanged, he shook him slightly and turned his head slightly.

“…Cough!”

Lucion barely managed to come to his senses after vomiting blood.

With Hume’s hand wiping his face, Lucion realized that his senses were intact and he relaxed his body.

‘It’s good to have resistance to light.’

He emitted light strong enough to kill all seven warlocks. The shock was very painful, but he was able to endure it.

‘The proper adjustment of the direction of the light on the bracelet also played a part.’

Above all, Lucion was very satisfied to see how effective his light tolerance was as he entered the 7th stage.

“Lucion!”

At Heint’s voice, Lucion tried to raise his upper body and supported it with his trembling hand.

“I’m sorry…”

“No, no. Lie down.”

Heint didn’t scold Lucion.

Trying to stay calm, he clasped Naughton’s panicked arm.

“Please call a doctor. Right now.”

“…I-I-I understand!”

Naughton answered, recovering from the pain.

“I will go.”

The secretary hiding behind the chair poked his head out slightly.

‘Where the hell are you going?’

Lucion couldn’t stay still at the sight of his tail running away.

He had to take care of everything.

“…Brother.”

“Don’t speak. You’ve used the light too much. You’re in danger right now. It’s dangerous.”

Heint and the knights massaged Lucion’s body.

Knowing how people with divine allergies died, they rushed to take emergency measures before his body became stiff.

“The warlocks… How could…How could they come in?”

Apart from being fine, light killed his darkness and his body trembled.

“Lucion. Shut up!”

“Brother, please concentrate. If the tail… If the enemy’s tail is still alive, who do you think it is?”

Lucion didn’t stop talking, and Heint gritted his teeth at the eyes that asked him to find the culprit.

His stubbornness was too much like Carson’s.

That damn unbreakable stubbornness!

Trying to relax his shoulders, Heint asked with a distorted face.

“Who. Who is it. I’ll kill them.”

“…Naughton’s secretary.”

Heint sprang to his feet.

“No. I’ll kill him.”

Hume grabbed Heint and got up from his spot.

Heint could feel an uncontrollable anger from Hume’s hand, which was gripping his shoulder.

Hume looked at Lucion and kicked off the ground.

“…!”

Heint and the Imperial knights widened their eyes.

Obviously, Hume’s steps were light, but they were as fast as Heint’s?

Hume had known the warlocks were approaching Lucion because he had seen the rage in the warlock’s eyes.

He could have captured their darkness and waited to kill them.

– Stay still.

However, following Lucion’s whispered command, he had to watch vaguely as Lucion collapsed from using the light.

In just a few steps, Hume snatched the neck of the secretary who was leaving his seat as if he running away and threw him into the ground.

He looked as though he was pouring out all his rage.

Heint’s eyes shook.

Heint knew that he was strong and that he was a great lumberjack, but he didn’t expect him to be this strong.

It was enough to make him doubt whether Hume who was so happy with a single chicken skewer was real.

Hume approached Lucion quietly.

He gave a cold look.

Do you feel better now?

Lucion felt sorry to make him ask like that.

‘Teacher and Hume must be angry. I should have told them beforehand.’

But Lucion didn’t show any expression.

He couldn’t say it because it was obvious that they would have opposed it.

The reason he used the light was, apart from checking the resistance of the light, it was also because he needed it for the future.