Chapter 113: The Invitation is Here

Chapter 113: The Invitation is Here

“Three months. It could be two months at the earliest. The Holy Nation of Nevast is coming to the border.”

Novio spoke a little heavily.

“Is it confirmed?”

“Yes. The date is uncertain, but the fact that Nevast is coming to the frontier has already been confirmed.”

Even though what Heint said became true, Lucion remained calm.

Two months, the minimum.

It meant that he and the organization had to grow within that time.

“Nevast disapproves of you, and so do the various nobles within the empire. I don’t know what those people who share the same mind will do to you.”

The Holy Nation Nevast probably didn’t wish for Lucion’s own existence.

He wasn’t even a priest.

Being allergic to divine powers, he must be a heretic existence.

However, because of the gazes around them, they couldn’t deny it.

Then what would Nevast do?

“I’m going to win.”

If he disappeared.

No, if he died.

There could be no ending more obvious than that.

‘It’s funny. Who’s gonna die?’

Lucion raised the corners of his mouth.

“Therefore, you don’t have to worry.”

* * *

[...Since Lord Lucion has a divine allergy, isn’t the existence of a priest itself like an assassin to him?]

As soon as Lucion entered his room, Bethel spoke the words she had been holding back.

“Yes. Perhaps you could call them the best assassin.”

Lucion looked at Hume.

“Hume.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Tell Brother that I can’t train today because I have something to do.”

“I understand.”

Hume answered and sat down at Lucion’s desk and took out the countless invitations.

Lucion sat down at his desk and loosened his fingers.

‘Now, let’s take a look at the invitation to see how efficient it is to go around.’

Right.

Just as he was about to reach out, the contact item rang.

Lucion let out a short sigh, and slowly took the mask out of his pocket and put it on.

“What is it?”

Lucion slightly raised his voice.

<Oh. I’m calling because I have some interesting news.>

Heroan smiled and spoke.

The Reint mercenaries needed to recuperate for the time being, and Kran was busy taking care of both Chefran and Chonest, so what could be the interesting news?

“Have you finished investigating all six branches?”

<Not that, but it’s still interesting news.>

“I think 6 branches are more interesting.”

<Then, this is interesting news except to Hamel-nim.>

“Say it.”

<A baron and a viscount in the north. And a viscount in the south. They disappeared. To be exact, they were smashed.>

“All of a sudden?”

<Yes! All of a sudden. Can you guess who did it?>

Heroan asked, looking forward to his answer.

He didn’t really want to meet his expectations, but Lucion suddenly recalled Novio’s words two days ago saying that everything was sorted out.

“...It’s not Novio Cronia, is it?”

<Oh, how did you know? It is said that warlocks have large pupils that allow them to see far, is this true?>

“...”

Lucion forgot what to say for a moment.

[That’s amazing.]

Russell freaked out.

[Cronia... They’re so powerful.]

Bethel, who knew the rough flow of things as a knight, was also surprised.

Didn’t he basically say that three noble families were destroyed?

‘I have to ask...to my father.’

Lucion swallowed dry saliva.

Even if Novio was the ruler of the border, he wondered if it was okay for him to go to another area and sweep it all.

<Anyway, it was a mess! I didn’t know that the power of the frontier would be this strong. My information needs to be drastically revised.>

‘...Don’t tell me, it wasn’t to show off, right?’

Lucion fiddled with the contact item.

He had tried to wield Cronia’s power once, but Novio stopped him, so he couldn’t.

Just three days ago, Anthony said that he had finished all the investigations of the Stepping Stone along with the assassins who attacked Kronia. Due to Novio’s personality, he would have destroyed it right away, but he didn’t even wait for three days?

“...Did I make a mistake?”

Lowered his voice, Hume asked Russell for help.

[No, it hasn’t been long since he checked out the invitation. Don’t stay there and come in.]

“Is that so? I am glad.”

Hume walked inside with relief.

“Put it down here, Hume.”

Lucion pointed to the left of the desk, and Hume walked as carefully as he could and put down the snack he had brought.

“Young Master.”

Hume picked up Ratta and called out to Lucion carefully.

“What is it?”

“I’ll write it for you.”

“You can read everything now?”

“I can’t say it’s perfect. But I’m confident.”

Hume moved Ratta to cover his face.

―Hmm?

Ratta blinked.

But Ratta’s gaze was fixed on a bowl full of cookies.

“Okay. Write it for me. That would be faster.”

Lucion responded by giving the cookie to Lata, pretending not to see Hume’s expression, in response to Hume’s earnest desire to help.

“Yes!”

Hume replied vigorously, and the corners of Ratta’s mouth went up as she ate the cookie.

Crunch.

When half the cookies piled up on the plate disappeared into Ratta’s stomach, Hume suddenly stopped talking.

“What’s wrong? You can’t read it?”

At Lucion’s words, Russell approached Hume and read the letters on the invitation with his eyes.

[...?]

Soon Russell’s eyes widened.

“It’s from an auction house.”

He wasn’t there when Miella told Lucion about the auction house, but he had heard it through Lucion.

An item that absorbed light and stored only the regenerative power of light.

Even if he didn’t know anything about it, he knew at least that it was an essential item for Lucion.

[What?]

Bethel also approached Hume in surprise.

“Give it to me.”

Lucion took the envelope and paper from Hume.

The envelope read ‘South Countess Descia’.

‘It’s the South region.’

Lucion’s brow narrowed.

Countess Descia.

Lucion didn’t know what kind of person she was.

In other words, she didn’t appear in the novel.

Russell slid his eyes and opened his mouth.

[If it’s an auction house in the southern part of the country... Isn’t that where Miella’s items are going to be sold?]

[It’s too early to judge.]

But Bethel didn’t think too hastily.

“Bethel is right. Auction houses are held often, whether it’s small or large.”

Lucion read the invitation, agreeing with Bethel.

– Hello, Saint Lucion Kronia. My name is Naughton Descia, and I’m in charge of the Sertio Auction House.

‘...Sertio Auction House?’

Lucion’s eyes moved upward for a moment.

It was an auction house that he had never gone to before.

Isn’t it the largest of the auction houses and only handles 1% of luxurious items?

He’d heard that even the invitations were traded at high prices here, where only rich nobles or high-ranking nobles could go.

‘...Ha. Should I consider myself successful?’

– We are holding an auction with the theme of light this time. I thought that the Saint would be the most suitable person for this subject, so I carefully sent out the invitation. We have also set up a place to donate a portion of the money raised at the auction to an orphanage, so I hope the Saint will shed light on this place.

[Light? That crazy...]

Russell raised his voice at once.

It was obvious.

There must be a lot of things with light in that place.

[If this is the auction house Miella said, are you still going, Lord Lucion?]

Bethel asked Lucion with a face wishing to stop him.

“I’ll go. It’s a good opportunity to show how good I am.”

Lucion smirked.

Aren’t there a lot of people paying attention to his next move because he doesn’t talk about it with people around him?

It was important that they didn’t know his first step.

The theme of light and donation was perfect for him as a saint.

“Well, I don’t know if Father will let me go. But I have to confirm with Miella first.”

Lucion took out a contact item from his pocket and shook it.