Chapter 19

Chapter 19

ranslated by SchwarzelEdited by Schwarzel

Russell blinked and stared at Lucion.

[Lucion?]

“Yes, sir.”

[...again, even if you’re still feeling dizzy?]

“I’m fine now.”

[If you were in your right mind, you would have stopped eating Ratcho.]

“I’ll tell you when Ratcho comes out...”

[No.]

Russell cut him off like a knife.

What Lucion said was obvious. It was all about increasing the dose of Ratcho.

“There is not much time left until the banquet.”

There was a little over a week left, but there was still a problem.

At least, in order not to be driven out as a warlock, even the minimum resistance to light that could withstand the light emitted by the Divine Beast was required.

Russell said with a look of anticipation.

[Are you getting nervous? I told you not to go.]

“I’m not saying this out of the blue.”

At the end of the long haul, Ratta took a look at Lucion and Russell and threw herself into the garden’s flower bed.

“It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to.”

[It’s just probably how you feel. The amount of darkness dying from the sunlight is still the same.]

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Lucion stepped down for now.

It was no good to provoke Russell anymore.

‘The opportunity will surely come, and I’m going to hold my breath for that time,’ Lucion thought.

“For now, teach me the second method.”

At Lucion’s natural smile, Russell exhaled a strong breath.

[The second option is simpler than you’re thinking. Much simpler than what you’re thinking.]

“If I look at the teacher’s emphasis on that, it seems that there is a big process going on.”

[Of course, there may be individual differences, but I personally liked the second method better. Well, I’m waiting anyway. I’m going to catch one(ghost).]

When Russell disappeared, Lucion grabbed Ratta’s back, who was waiting for him in the garden.

Leaving her like this was going to ruin the entire garden.

—Look at this. Ratta has hands and feet.

“Yeah.”

Lucion reacted sourly.

—With hands and feet, Ratta is so happy every day!

Ratta laughed.

—Look, Ratta’s got a flower.

What Ratta held was a bright yellow flower.

—Lucion, Ratta will give you this.

Ratta held out the flower that she had caught on both feet to Lucion.

Lucion blinked.

“You’re gonna give me...?”

—Yes!

“Why?”

He didn’t do anything to deserve that flower.

It was unfamiliar to him, so Lucion asked with a frown.

—Ratta doesn’t like Ratcho, but she likes flowers! Lucion also likes flowers, so Ratta will give them to you as a gift.

Ratta’s eyes sparkled.

She had the same blue eyes because she was a divine beast born to him.

‘I never thought blue was... pretty,’ Lucion thought.

Lucion turned to the flowers.

It was a flower that he sees almost every day, but something was different.

He hated being noisy.

He didn’t want anyone near him either.

When he didn’t know it was the same world as the novel, he hated Russell.

But it was as different as Ratta.

‘Maybe it’s because she’s... a divine beast,’ Lucion thought.

Lucion reached out carefully.

At that moment, ironically, a red thread appeared that connected to the ground.

‘Not even a compliment stamp.’

Lucion grinned and received the flowers.

Crisp.

The easily cut red thread was not weird, right? And it felt strange because it had been a long time since I had received someone else’s offer without any doubt.

[Pretty.]

Lucion flinched at Russell’s voice and saw him.

A ghost was shivering with Russell grabbing him by the collar.

‘...that guy,’ he thought.

Lucion’s freshness turned into anger on the familiar ghost’s face.

The ghost asked, [Me... You can see me? You can hear my voice? Right?]

His laughter grew louder and suddenly broke off.

‘It’s not the time to be happy yet. Not yet....’ Lucion thought.

Lucion saw the ghost with a straight face as usual.

“There’s a bug in the house.”

[.......]

The ghost looked only at the ground with anxious eyes.

“Do you know who’s selling my information?”

Despite simple bites, the ghost could not hide its fear of Lucion.

Lucion was just scared because he didn’t know when a foreign being, wriggling in his body, would build a blade against him.

The ghost said, [I know...]

“Then tell me.”

[It’s Vera, a maid.]

It was a name I had never heard of.

“It’s not just one. What about the rest?”

[I don’t know that. I’m telling you.] (ghost)

“You are number two now. Your job is to find all the bugs that sold my information.”

Lucion saw Russell after giving instructions.

Russell nodded.

“Let’s go, Ratta.”

Lucion called Ratta before stepping off.

—Yes!

Ratta, who poked her face out through the bushes, grinned.

[I, I......]

The ghost called Lucion, swallowing dry saliva, but he walked ignoring the sound.

[Is that Lucion? Is that him?], the ghost thought.

The ghost looked behind Lucion, who was getting farther away.

The ghost couldn’t stop shaking his eyes.

A month ago, they couldn’t even see Lucion, let alone bother him, because of the strange ghost that suddenly appeared.

He wondered what nonsense this was, but the place or room where he could not visit Lucion or go inside in the mansion changed from time to time.

Of course, most of the ghosts in the mansion were spiteful to the nobleman, so they bullied Lucion and took pleasure in his struggle.

So, of course, I looked for Lucion who disappeared. (ghost)

Determined to torment him more brutally.

Then one day, some guys told me that Lucion appeared.

But, funny enough, the majority still couldn’t see Lucion, and very few insisted that Lucion was there, and it became a strange situation.

[‘...It’s because he’s a warlock. Because he’s a warlock.’]

Only then did the ghost find the answer to the strange situation.

Then, the ghost said, [That strange ghost turned Lucion into a warlock and we couldn’t see him.]

He now knew the answer, but the ghost didn’t feel good at all.

He was rather afraid.

Lucion’s eyes looking at himself.

He thought he was being eaten for a moment, and by the look in his eyes, he had forgotten the resentment that had been bothering him for decades.

[‘For God’s sake. Damn it!’]

The ghost crouched as it was and shivered.

Now hell was waiting for him.

* * *

“Teacher.”

Lucion remained silent the whole time before he came into the room and opened his mouth.

[Yes.]

“Do you mind if I take a day off?”

[That’s alright. Take a rest.]

“Teacher.”

[Tell me.]

“I was so happy that I felt like flying. But on the other hand, I’m afraid.”

Lucion looked at the back of his hand with a negative sign.

He just wanted to enjoy this happiness without becoming the middle boss.

“I think I’ll get drunk on this. I don’t know how much to be happy about. ...teacher, please tell me how much I should rejoice.”

[Enjoy it to your heart’s content.]

At the unexpected answer, Lucion looked blankly at Russell.

[The teacher will correct the student’s fault. You can be happy to your heart’s content.]

“Yes.”

Lucion drew a smile only then.

“I see.”

Lucion placed the flowers he had received from Ratta on his desk and looked briefly at the sunset.

[What are you going to do with Vera?]

When asked by Russell, Lucion took a breath and looked at him.

“You’ve got to screw it up. She must be saving herself right now.”

[Then it wouldn’t be bad to talk to Anthony.]

Russell said in a welcome voice.

Knock. Knock.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.