Chapter 131: To the Auction House

Chapter 131: To the Auction House

Episode 131. To the Auction House

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“Good work, Mr. Hamel.”

Kran said, looking anxiously at Lucion.

“Alright. You can handle the rest, right?”

“Of course. Assigning the members, removing the corpses, and other trivial tasks, Hamel-nim doesn’t have to step in. I will report back later after processing it.”

“Yes. I am counting on you.”

Lucion said in a slightly weak voice.

It was about 3 a.m. now.

He felt sleepy, and he still hadn’t heard from ghost no. 23, but Heint was starting to bother him.

‘I’m glad the auction house is open in the afternoon.’

Lucion shuddered reflexively when imagined how the maids would decorate him like a doll.

“Are you okay?”

Kran’s voice rose slightly.

It was because Reint’s words about Hamel having a fever lingered in his head.

“Ah, I am fine.”

Lucion replied casually.

“From now on, It will be difficult for you to participate in the auction house while fixing this.”

[The same goes for you, Lucion.]

Russell said and snorted.

If the wound didn’t heal well already, he should at least sleep well.

Because of Heint, there were restrictions on his movement, and he was busier than Kran because he split his days into a double life.

If it weren’t for this reason, he would have desperately stopped Lucion.

“No, I’m fine for a day or so.”

Kran shook his head and called Lucion carefully.

“Hamel-nim.”

“What is it?”

“Are you sure you won’t come to the auction house?”

“Yes.”

He wasn’t lying because he wasn’t going to the auction house as Hamel.

“Yes. Don’t come to the auction house. I want you to leave Miella’s work to me and rest well. Even if it’s a fake position, If I can’t handle this much, I don’t deserve to play the role of the leader, right?”

With Kran’s anxiety starting again, Lucion looked at himself for a moment.

He had changed into new clothes, but they were slightly soiled from the previous battle.

“Hamel-nim. No matter what anyone says, Hamel-nim is the pillar of Ale. I hope you never forget that fact and take good care of yourself.”

Lucion was suddenly baffled by the sincerity and concern that Kran brought out not once but twice.

‘It’s worse than usual today...?’

[He’s going to cry.]

Russell also said with a stiff face.

“Oh, Reint asked me to deliver this.”

Kran remembered something and handed the medicine out of his arms.

“What... is this?”

Since Lucion hated medicine, his voice didn’t sound so good.

“It’s a fever medicine.”

“...Did you notice?”

“Reint did.”

It couldn’t be helped now that he’d been caught.

‘That’s why he’s worse than usual today.’

Lucion’s mask turned blue and he received the medicine.

“Yes. Give my thanks to Reint.”

“I wish you a speedy recovery, Hamel-nim.”

Kran bowed to Lucion and looked at Hume.

“I am counting on you.”

“Don’t worry. I am ready to serve Hamel-nim better than anyone else.”

Hume spoke proudly and raised the corners of his mouth.

Because he was Lucion’s butler.

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“...Young Master?”

Despite the sound of Hume’s voice, Lucion could hardly open his heavily pressed eyes.

“Ugh....”

Lucion groaned.

As soon as he woke up, his head felt like it would explode.

It might have been due to a sudden rise in fever at night and a lack of sleep.

Ratta stopped sleeping and pricked up her ears.

She half-opened her eyes and asked.

―Lucion, are you sick?

[I knew you were overdoing it!]

Russell immediately put his hand on Lucion’s forehead.

He couldn’t feel the heat in his fingertips.

He couldn’t confirm with the ghost’s hand whether this was a slight fever or not.

Every time this happened, that sad fact came to him.

“No. It doesn’t hurt...”

[Hume. Check him.]

Russell cut off Lucion’s words and asked Hume.

He shut his mouth and thought for a moment, wondering if he had been so stingy with his compliments.

[...Lucion?]

He didn’t expect this reaction.

Russell opened his eyes wide at Lucion’s serious look.

“No, Young Master. It’s what I want to hear the most, so I’m really happy. The Young Master kept me alive and treated me as a real being, not as a monster...”

“...Stop there.”

Lucion uselessly tucked his hair behind his forehead.

He had enough of the flatteries.

Pfft.

He heard Russell laughing.

“Teacher, if you don’t tease me at least for a day, will your mouth grow thorns?”

[That’s right. I’m so happy that you know now.]

Lucion looked at Russell in embarrassment.

“I have prepared the ratcho for Young Master.”

Hume led him to the bathroom attached to the room.

Lucion looked sideways at Russell and walked along Hume.

Now he wondered if Hume would just need a weapon to hold.

‘...Zamad should be getting in contact soon.’

Lucion felt sorry for Hume, who fought with his bare hands every time.

According to the report of the subjugated ghosts that wandered near Zamad, the greatsword was almost finished.

But it was only according to the ghosts, not Zamad.

Lucion went into the bathroom and chewed up four ratchos that Hume had given him.

“...?”

By the time the grassy taste in his mouth had disappeared and the sweetness had risen, Lucion opened his eyes.

‘What?’

Lucion continued to mumble with a questioning look.

‘I feel a little lighter...?’

[What’s wrong?]

Russell saw Lucion’s expression and couldn’t hold back his itchy mouth.

“I feel a little lighter. It seems that the black orb’s real power hasn’t been absorbed yet. If not, how could I suddenly feel lighter?”

Light killed darkness.

If it was the power of the black orb that weighed down his body, it was natural for it to react to the light.

‘They said I was a broken vessel...’

The power of the black orb tried to stay in the vessel, but since the vessel was broken, it seemed that the power of the black orb, which had no place to go, was going around every corner of his body.

That was why abnormal symptoms occurred in the body.

“...Ha. Maybe I can’t absorb the next orb until the power is fully absorbed, and my body will keep being in this state.”

Lucion sighed and took a towel from Hume and covered his mouth.

[‘Why are you so quick-witted?’]

He was going to keep it a secret.

Russell nodded reluctantly.

[It looks like that to me too...]

Russell paused.

[Hume. Heint went to the auction house?]

“Yes. I saw him going out at dawn.”

[He’s coming this way...?]

Russell looked at Lucion right away.

Lucion, who had taken out his bracelet and was getting some light, stopped his hand.

‘Why is Heint here right now...?’

Lucion’s eyes shook.

“Hume. Now... Cough!”

The recoil from the light occurred immediately.

The towel quickly turned red.

Looking at this situation, the fuss was not the problem.

Lucion was dizzy at what would happen next.

“I’ll go out and block him.”

The moment Hume turned the doorknob to get out of the bathroom, Russell hurriedly shouted,

[No! Block the door!]

But the door outside opened before Hume could put his hand into it.

[‘That damn light. It’s so damn fast.’]

Russell frowned.

Heint ran at high speed with the power of light and arrived in front of the bathroom in no time.

“Lucion! Suddenly the light...”

Heint was wary of his surroundings with a distorted face, but he raised his bent hand above his head, panicking at the sudden flying fist.

Swoosh!

Clang!

Even with the light wrapped around his arm, the shock was great.

It felt as if he was blocking a speeding carriage.

“Hume! It’s me!”

Heint calmed Hume and his pupils shook.

“...Lucion?”

The towel in Lucion’s hand was stained red, and what fell on the floor was blood.

Tiring!

At the same time, Lucion’s eyes widened.

The red thread connected to Heint, which felt like it would get stuck forever, tightened.