Chapter 83: Loyalty to You (2)

Chapter 83: Loyalty to You (2)

“Kill... Who could it be?”

“Right, not all organizations can be perfect. It’s the same here. There are four people.”

At the words four people, Kran’s expression darkened.

“Two of them are guards who are more talkative than anyone else, and the other two are slowly getting ready to stab you in the back.”

Lucion continued, mentioning the names of those four people.

“In order for the organization to work properly, they will have to be killed to make an example.”

Very few people knew that there was a CCTV ghost operating.

“Sorry. It was my fault.”

First of all, Kran apologized.

Managing the organization was largely up to him.

Moreover, the warlock in front of him didn’t do anything without reason.

“I’ll gather up the members right now...”

“No, We can take time to kill them. You’re going gather your members and kill them now? It’s not a talent show, that death is meaningless. When the sense of accomplishment of the members increases on a bigger stage than you have now, that would be the best time.”

When the organization could show off its power by obtaining the mansion, then that death would shine the brightest.

The organization could kill them at any time.

These fears had to be planted.

“...I see. Then, Hamel-nim, please let us know the right time. I’ll be ready at any time.”

Even though his expression was obviously hidden by the mask, Kran was terrified as he imagined a bloody smile in his mind.

“Okay. Anyway, I came because there was something I couldn’t tell you earlier through the contact item.”

“Yes, why don’t you sit down?”

Kran offered a seat.

Lucion sat down, and Hume stood behind him.

“You’ve been managing the organization just fine, right, Kran? Thanks to you, I feel relieved.”

Unlike the heavy atmosphere a moment ago, the words that came out of Lucion’s mouth were compliments.

“No, I just did the obvious thing.”

Kran shook his hand, genuinely perplexed.

He didn’t expect the man called Hamel to compliment him.

“The person I mentioned earlier through the contact item is Miella, an item maker. Have you heard of her?”

“Of course, I have. Not long ago, I even asked her to visit and join the organization. But at that time, she refused the offer because she had a partner...”

Lucion laughed because Kran’s eyes were blatantly asking what he had done.

“Miella is Miella Chefran, the legitimate heir to the Viscount Chefran. Now, I have decided to accept a mansion on the condition that I kill the head of the Viscount Chefran family.”

“...?”

Kran blinked at the unrealistic remark.

“So Kran, prepare the members of the organization from now on. Move at night. I’ll give you all the information.”

“Now, hold on a second.”

Kran came to his senses belatedly.

“What is it?”

“It’s too much.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s so reckless. Aren’t they nobles? The organization hasn’t grown that much yet.”

“Right. The Viscount is not anyone’s dog. How can you easily get in and out? By the way, Kran.”

Kran instinctively sensed that Lucion’s mood had changed.

He unwittingly swallowed his dry saliva.

“Making a decision without listening to the plan is not good, you know? Would I have made such a suggestion without thinking? What is the benefit of driving your, no, my organization to death?”FOlloow newest stories at no(v)el/bi/n(.)com

Lucion’s fingers tapped on the desk.

“It’s not that, Hamel-nim...”

“Are you afraid?”

“...”

“Are you afraid that the people you have collected and raised with your own hands will die?”

“...Yes, I’m afraid.”

Kran bowed his head shamefully.

Even if the actual head of the organization was Lucion, the external head was Kran himself.

He lost his country in an instant and lost his men.

Those who survived were Stra and Helon.

He had lost everything, so this small organization that he barely got his hands on was precious.

Kran said, clenching his fist.

“I’m afraid of losing it.”

“But you’re still determined, right?”

“I don’t know.”

At those words that sounded uncertain, Lucion stopped tapping on the desk.

In the novel, Kran had already grown a third force, so Lucion didn’t know how he could grow the organization.

However, Lucion was sure that he would have failed and that he would have overcome that experience.

[I... I understand that feeling.]

Bethel said.

[Perhaps he also harbors feelings of helplessness and guilt.]

Lucion listened to Bethel and felt the need to completely revise the plan he had in mind.

Wouldn’t it be unnecessary to see blood in the organization’s first victory?

“All right, Kran.”

“Yes..?”

“There is only one person who will bleed. Well, up to three people just in case. Do you want to do this plan?”

Even the status of nobility.

“Why...”

Kran spoke out in doubt.

“How can you trust me and give me this?”

“Then were you going to betray me?”

“Never, not once have I ever thought that way!”

Kran raised his voice.

How could he betray Lucion, who came to him one day like a miracle?

As a human being, it could never be the case.

“Then that’s fine.”

Lucion smirked.

But Kran still couldn’t understand Lucion.

“Please tell me. Who the hell am I, who wore a badge of slavery around my neck, to be entrusted with such an important task?”

“He’s always like this.”

Hume parted his heavy lips.

“I, who was no different from a beggar who wandered on the streets, was also taken in by Hamel-nim. I have received more than I deserved.”

“But I only gave you that much?”

The words came out of Lucion’s mouth unconsciously.

The only thing he gave Hume was his pocket money besides his food, clothing and shelter, and his salary as a butler.

He didn’t even get to buy him a common weapon, but Hume said it was already too much.

‘Hume is more simple than I thought.’

Lucion knew that about 80% of Hume’s salary was poured into food.

There had to be Ratta’s share there.

It was up to Hume how he spent the money, but since he was going to become a single-minded gentleman, his clothes had to be tailored at this point.

“Yes. Even what Hamel-nim considers to be ‘only that much’ is too much for me.”

When Hume smiled, Kran relaxed his shoulders.

With that smile, it was clear what kind of person Hamel was.

Heartfelt joy.

It wasn’t a smile that showed up easily.

“Hamel-nim.”

Kran spoke softly.

Could it be that he had been wearing a deep colored glass to the fact that Hamel was a warlock?

Who in the world would hand over money, a position in an organization, and a noble status without collateral?

‘There are people worse than warlocks in the world.’

Kran took off the colored glasses and looked at Lucion with his eyes.

So far, Hamel had never taken away his freedom, forced him to listen to orders, and, above all, threatened him with violence.

‘...I’m rather worried. What if I betray you?’

He was giving it all away like a fool and moving like that for the sake of the organization.

Kran couldn’t imagine how much he would have to move and wander around to gather this much information.

When he was a prince, he called such subordinates ‘loyal subjects’, and referred to such subordinates as ‘right-hand man’.

“Yes, say it.”

Lucion replied.

Whatever Kran needed, he would bring it.

“I was mistaken.”

Kran rose from his seat.

Where could he find a better person to serve than this?

“Was there anything you didn’t understand from my explanation?”

When Lucion asked, Kran shook his head.

“No, I’ve been mistaken about Hamel-nim until now.”

“I don’t really care about that. All I want from you is that you won’t betray me and run the organization well.”

“Hamel-nim, that would be too much of a loss to you.”

“Loss? No. For me, there’s no better news than the organization’s working properly.”

‘...As expected.’

Kran let out a short sigh.

No matter what kind of reputation Hamel had, he didn’t want to doubt Hamel any longer for the sake of the organization.

In fact, Hamel had left most of the organization’s power to him.

No matter how many times he thought about it, he was rather worried because Hamel seemed like the sort of person who didn’t think about ‘If he betrays me’.

“Hamel-nim, I... Do you believe me?”

Lucion snorted at Kran’s question.

“I also have a thing called the bottom of a well. Money doesn’t come out infinitely.”

Lucion murmured.

What Lucion believed was not Kran’s conscience, but the future that Kran would unfold.

In that future, he was planning to put only one spoon on it.

“I’ve been wearing colored glasses so far. Apart from the grace you’ve been giving us, the fact that you’re a warlock is burdensome.”

“I admit that part. What can I do when the images that have been piling up are trash?”

Lucion had nothing to hope for, as long as the organization worked properly, no matter what Kran thought of him.

How could he easily win people’s hearts?

Lucion never wanted that.

Kran suddenly bowed to Lucion.

Lucion was surprised enough that his butt shook.

‘What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?’