Chapter 47: Hold On (2)

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.

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.]