Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

There's a Sign

[Lucion?]

“Are you all right?”

Russell and Heint asked at the same time.

“… I’m all right. I just felt dizzy for a moment.”

Lucion replied, clenching his fist.

I should have known from the time it was woven with red thread.

‘I can’t believe Carson knows Heint.’

Lucion tried to calm his fluctuating emotions.

‘Heint doesn’t know I’m a warlock.’

Heint didn’t mean to, but he attacked Lucion and now has a debt to him. 

The first meeting wasn’t bad.

The reason why Heint and Lucion in the novel are connected is that Lucion is a fallen warlock. 

‘Why am I involved with the main character when I’m not yet fallen?’

Lucion questioned this strange encounter.

However, the answer did not come out even if he agonized.

‘First of all, what’s currently at hand.’

First impression is good.

“My introduction was late. My name is Lucion Cronia.”

Lucion smiled as much as he could.

Russell must have been smiling properly as he frowned. 

“… Were you Carson’s brother?”

Heint’s eyes got bigger.

Lucion didn’t care because he had seen quite a lot of reactions.

What can I do since I’m famous for being bad?

“Yes, nice to meet you.”

Lucion was now desperately moving his face muscles to let Heint know that he was different from the rumors.

“I’m sorry.”

Heint suddenly apologized again.

“No, you don’t have to worry about it anymore because I’ll get better with a little rest.”

“No, I’ve heard a lot from Carson that you’re not feeling well. Even though he’s blunt, he’s worried about you a lot.”

At the unexpected remark, Lucion’s head tilted slightly to the right.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

Heint approached the priests and talked to them.

The distance was too far to tell, but Lucion was relieved for a moment.

[Don’t be so nervous]

“It’s kind of like that.”

Lucion stroked Ratta.

All he had to do was wrinkle his nose as if he had no energy.

[If you don’t move the darkness, you won’t be caught. So lean back a little.]

Russell pointed his finger at the back of the chair.

Lucion, leaning on the backrest, breathed out a long breath.

Lucion turned his head towards the gate.

At least 10 minutes of the time when the fallen warlock was set up.

In the meantime, neither the road to the gate nor the roof collapsed.

It had been a long time since the body of the warlock, which had been left unattended on the ground, had disappeared into powder.

The end of the fallen warlock was so miserable.

There were no signs of its existence.

Even a strand of hair.

‘I would never be like that.’

Lucion closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them.

* * *

The gate could hold hundreds of people at a time.

With the words of the staff  ‘operating’, for an instant, the front of Lucion’s eyes was wrapped in white light.

The people he could see through the carriage window were nowhere to be seen, and he felt as if he was alone in space.

Soon, Lucion felt a pleasant tickle all over his body, so Lucion raised the corners of his mouth without realizing it.

[You should breathe, Lucion.]

“…Gasp.”

He thought something was uncomfortable, but he didn’t know it was his breathing.

If it wasn’t for Russell, Lucion would have suffocated on the gate.

[There were some people who couldn’t breathe well because they were fascinated by the Gate’s good feeling. I didn’t know you’re one as well.]

Russell teased Lucion because he thought it was the right time.

When Lucion breathed again, all the feelings that had surrounded him disappeared.

Like when he was on a plane, his ears were buzzing and he felt dizzy for a second.

—It’s fun! Ratta wants to ride it again!

Ratta smiled and wagged her tail as she had dropped.

“You’ll be fine.” 

Carson opened his mouth.

Lucion answered after swallowing his saliva because of his deaf ears.

“I feel weird.”

“It’s only because it’s your first time.”

“It’s pretty fun.”

At Lucion’s naive reply, Carson briefly smiled.

“If there is anything you want from him Heint, tell him. Since he is the son of the count, there are quite a few things that can be ripped off from him.”

“Did you know each other from the beginning?”

“A few years ago, we met at the Knighting ceremony.”

Carson said rather bluntly like he didn’t want to talk anymore.

“Then, brother, what should I ask of Heint-nim?”

It was Carson who knew Heint well.

Heint should have something good to have.

“He doesn’t need a ‘nim’.”

Carson’s hands clasped together and tightly..

“Anyway, ask for a sword. He’s from a family of knights, so he has good swords. You’ll need it soon, too.”

Carson’s words that he could definitely hold a sword couldn’t have been more pleasant.

Lucion grinned.

“Then will you act as the middleman?”

“How many do you want?”

“One good sword is enough.”

“I’ll get you two more.”

Just the fact that Heint and Carson’s relationship was a bad one, Carson drew a small smile.

* * *

“I don’t remember inviting you.”

Carson brazenly spoke to the uninvited guest at their villa.

‘Speak louder, brother!’

Lucion cheered Carson inside.

He and Carson ended up staying in a villa in the Central.

Heint came to get Lucion’s attention in an atmosphere similar to that of being at home.

‘Why the hell did you come here?’

Lucion couldn’t understand at all.

The novel begins when Heint, who ran away from home, returns to Central.

?“I was cut off from the Knights Templar and looked around to see that two years had already passed. … Two years is a short time, but I thought that my father would change. But I was the only one who changed.”?

Recalling the novel, Lucion exhaled from his nose.

‘About now is the time for him to get cut off from the knights order and run away from home to wander.’

Lucion looked at the red thread.

There was no reaction, just a connection.

“It’s not just that the word ‘good friends’ came out of nowhere.”

Heint strode inside with a smile.

“Go away.”

Carson frowned and strengthened his voice.

“My strength is different from that of the other priests.”

“Why did you come all the way here?”

Heint looked around for a moment at Carson’s question and then whispered to Carson.

The sound was so low Lucion couldn’t hear it properly.

Lucion’s eyes automatically turned to Russell.

[Do you know what the Cronia Knights who came late do?]

‘… Ah. When the knights gathered earlier, Shen was nowhere and the knights that were monitoring him, right?’

I couldn’t afford to pay attention to Shen with the advent of a fallen warlock.

Carson frowned and soon moved in with Heint.

[Yes, yes. As a ghost, I must listen.]

At Lucion’s gaze, Russell moved over the wall.

“Did you see them?”

Carson asked in disbelief.

“To be precise, I saw you alone.”

Heint lowered his voice slightly.

As Carson stared at him, Heint raised one corner of his mouth.

“Let me stay until the banquet is over.”

“Was it a lie when you said you’ll attend the banquet?”

“I’m not lying. Just, I had some trouble at home.”

Carson looked at him pitifully.

“You know, at home, he wants me to be a priest, right? But I became a knight.”

“Did you get cut off again?”

“Oh, my father pressed the Knights again. The result was that I was cut off as I said earlier.”

Heint let out a long sigh.

“So I started a bit of a fuss.”

“Did you destroy the mansion?”

“Crazy! Why are you destroying a decent mansion?”

“Then what?”

“I stole my father’s favorite sword.”

Heint gently pulled the sword from his waist.

Looking at the pattern engraved on the blade, the wrinkles on Carson’s forehead deepened.

It was not a simple sword, but a sword given to the head of the Tria family.

“Crazy bastard.”

Recognizing Carson’s permission from long experience, Heint said in an excited voice.

“I was looking around the market, and I chased your knight who was wandering alone so I chased him because it was so weird.”

The basic principle was that the knights moved in pairs of two.

“He got on the wagon and met someone. I don’t know what kind of family it is because the wagon doesn’t have a pattern, but it smelled.”

“Are you talking about a real smell?”

“Right, it was like a perfume that young kids usually use. Um, fresh and sweet? I don’t know exactly.”

“I’ll allow you to stay if you find out the exact scent.”

Carson left the room without looking back.

“Come on, hold on, Carson!”

Lucion grabbed his face at the sound of the door opening.

I heard both people talking through Russell.

‘Fresh sweet scent? Does Tella know what this smell is?’

Lucion looked at the clock.

I decided to meet Tella today because I thought I would be distracted with the banquet to ask what was inside the metal box that Stra and Helon were trying to steal.

It’s almost time to meet her.

“Don’t pay attention to this guy, Lucion. Take a rest.”

Carson opened his mouth to Lucion, who was still standing near the front door.

“Yes. Brother and Heint-nim, please rest well.”

Heint, who was chasing Carson, stopped at Lucion’s words.

How can brothers be so different?

“Thank you, Lucion. I hope you have a good rest, too. Oh, and the commotion… I’m sorry about it.”

Heint was a little embarrassed and hurried up the stairs.

“Young master. You had a lot of trouble coming from a long way. Then we will show you your room.”

When the situation finally calmed down, the butler who was managing the villa talked to Lucion.

It was his first time seeing Lucion, so it was obvious that the butler was nervous.

“I have an appointment, so I’ll be out for a while. My brother already knows, so I’ll get guidance later.”

Lucion wasn’t very tired because he didn’t come by himself, and he came to the Central part comfortably through wagons and gates.

[Even so, I was going to tell you because I forgot.]

Russell smirked and gently elbowed Lucion.

[I remembered.]

“Noisy.”

Lucion opened the door and voiced his displeasure.

“May I ask who Tella is?”

Hume asked quietly.

Lucion lowered his voice and stopped.

Isn’t it just a formal relationship with Tella?

[Lucion’s one and only friend.]

At this moment, Russell answered instead of Lucion.

[Look for yourself. Oh, don’t be too surprised that Lucion has become a completely different person.]

Russell giggled with his arms crossed.

* * *

“Long time no see, my Lady.”

Lucion’s bright smile shook Hume’s pupils.

[Look, I said you’d be surprised, Hume.]

Russell raised his thumb at Lucion as if he couldn’t get enough of it.

Lucion kept his smiling face steady despite the disturbances around him.

“Long time no see, young master. How have you been?”

Tella also smiled broadly.

“Yes, I’ve been well.”

“You’ve had a hard time coming all the way here in Central. I asked you to meet me here because I thought the young master would like a quiet place, but if you’re uncomfortable, please let me know.”

“No, I like it because it’s quiet.”

Lucion was serious.

It was perfect because I rented the whole store and that’s why there were no people inside.

“Thanks to the young master, I had the opportunity to run the bank I had previously managed again.”

Lucion suppressed his laughter when he found out that the lost opportunity that Tella had written in her letter was a restoration of managerial control.

The size of a spoon was quite bigger than he thought.

‘It was supposed to be pretty salty.’

Lucion was satisfied with the deal he made with Tella.

“Do you know what this means, young master?”

“Isn’t it the restoration of management?”

“It’s not just a restoration of management. Thanks to you, I’ve got another chance to challenge myself for the position of Lord.”

“……!”

Lucion opened his mouth.

The positions of management rights and household head were different.

It wasn’t just a spoon anymore.

“Thank you from the bottom of my heart, young master. I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

Tella smiled with gratitude.

Lucion finally understood Tella’s favor towards him.

He was like a line of salvation for her.

“Then can I get help from my Lady right now?”

Lucion did not miss the opportunity.