Count's Youngest Son is a Warlock-Chapter 2

I Remembered (2)

[……!]

Russell swept his chest in surprise, even though he was a ghost and couldn’t physically touch his body. It was because Lucion, who was always full of doubts, seemingly changed into an entirely different person.

In the midst of it, Russell couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

[You,… what’s wrong with you?]

Russell stammered in bewilderment.

[Did you… lose your mind when you get hit?]

Lucion shook his head at Russell’s question.

Until now, Lucion still couldn’t get his head around the existence of Russell because the latter, after all, was still a ghost. However, Russell, in the novel he had read, kept him safe. The ghost sacrificed himself for him.

‘Now I will protect my teacher.’

Lucion has made up his mind in resolve.

‘I’ll never let him go away again.’

The disappearance of Russell was the cause of why he became a fallen warlock. And he had to prevent that tragedy from happening again.

“Teacher.”

Lucion struggled to get himself up. He looked at Russell, who was still dumbfounded.

“Teach me black magic.”

Lucion bowed to Russell.

[Are you serious…?]

Russell didn’t believe it at all.

“Yes, I mean it.”

[You’re not just playing around and lying, are you?]

Russell looked at Lucion with his eyes half closed, silently pondering. For nearly a month, the only thing he gained from persuading Lucion was the name of the Warlock.

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Russell pinched his cheek, which didn’t hurt because he was just a lingering soul.

“I’m not lying.”

Lucion’s pupils showed the gravity of his firmness.

Black magic was a kind of magic that was created to control the darkness within one’s self and to prevent his fall he needs to have a full grasp of it.

Those who were blessed with darkness— whether they liked it or not— were forced to become warlocks in the end.

‘Even if this world regards darkness like a plague, I must learn it.’

Lucion clenched his hand tightly.

[I don’t get what you were trying to do. Suddenly saying things like this, what’s wrong with you?]

Russell could not hide his confusion.

“It’s just, in the blink of an eye, the world looks different.”

Lucion was sincere in what he just said. After recalling his past life as Lee Haram, he was overwhelmed with unexplained emotions.

At that time, he was struggling because he had no money, and even if he wanted to do something, he couldn’t do it because he was against the wall of reality.

But, now it was different.

He had plenty of money, was born as a high-ranking aristocrat, and the wall of reality was far too low. He could now do anything with a little effort and expect the best result, so why would he let it fall into pieces?

‘I can do it.’

Memories of the past and the ability of the present.

These two things would be his upper hand and would be the game-changers.

Two years after the coming-of-age ceremony, Lucion became an intermediate boss. And the novel’s timeline would take place 2 years after that. So, Lucion still had time to swerve his path on becoming a fallen warlock to save the person he loved from their unfortunate ending.

[Yeah, that happens sometimes. The situation looks different.]

“Right now….”

[No.]

Russell halted Lucion’s words. The latter had sustained a head injury- and among his bruises, this one was a serious injury.

[First, recover from the injury.]

After saying that, Russell abruptly pointed at the door.

Knock.

Then, as if on cue, Lucion heard a knock on the door.

[Now that Novio is here. I’ll talk to you later.]

Russell stepped aside on the spot.

‘Oh…’

Only then did Lucion remember what he had done at the banquet. But there was no regret in his heart.

That damn son of a bitch was swearing at his mother, laughing at his mishap, so how could he have the mercy to leave him unscathed?

‘I should have beaten him up more.’

‘I should have ripped off his ears.’

Whoo!

The door creaked as it opened. Judging from how the door was slammed opened, the person was fuming mad.

“Are you mad?”

Novio, his father, scolded Lucion as soon as he came into the room.

“Didn’t I send you to the banquet, telling you to talk to someone else; or to at least stay there for a minute or ten, then, you can come home as you please after that?”

Novio, as a parent, was concerned about Lucion, who was always confined to his room. So he sent him to the banquet, hoping that his son would meet someone and come back happily. Or even if it’s for a moment, he wished Lucion could get some fresh air outside.

“But what you did was to have a dogfight? Despite being my son, I can’t tolerate such unscrupulous violence!”

In fury, Novio’s neck started to redden as shouted in displeasure- as if there was a blood clot forming.

“If there’s a reason why you used your fist, say it with that smug mouth of yours!”

“Father.”

Ting!

Just as he called his father, Lucion could see the blue thread that connected him and Novio.

“……?”

Novio’s boiling anger subsided in an instant.

“Now, what did you just say?”

The Count.

It was what Lucion always used to call Novio.

After his wife died, how many years did he ever hear that he was a father?

“Father.”

“Yes, yes.”

Novio suddenly got a hoarse voice, drowned to his son’s words.

“He insulted my mother.”

“What…?”

Novio frowned at what he said because the testimony of those who witnessed the dogfight and Lucion’s was different.

“He used my mother’s story to seduce a woman. How can I put up with that as your child?”

Lucion was calm and serene today, the sensitive and anxious Lucion was nowhere to be seen.

“Why should I treat him like a human being when he’s a rutty animal? I’ve only treated him the way he deserved.”

Novio’s eyes were shaken after discerning Lucion’s action and words, which accurately conveyed what had truly transpired.

Suddenly, people looked different.

Novio stared at Lucion, wondering if it was really Lucion.

“Father.”

“…yeah.”

Novio answered a bit late, as though he was perplexed.

It was because he still couldn’t believe the behavior of Lucion that had drastically changed.

“Sword.”

The blue thread became tight as if it would break off any moment.

“I’ll learn it.”

Crisp.

At the same time as the words were finished, the thread was cut off.

But apart from that, Lucion, deep inside, was still furious. At the banquet, he was angry that there were so many people who ignored him, but he was more furious that he foolishly left them just like that.

“…….”

Novio’s eyes widened with Lucion’s unexpected successive moves. There was really something different about Lucion.

“Please allow me.”

Lucion bowed his head toward Novio.

The source of Warlock’s power was not Mana but darkness. Since the darkness had no form, it was possible to change its appearance as much as possible.

‘But I couldn’t be a wizard because I only had the property of darkness.

So, I decided that learning swords was the best way to become a prosecutor and change the appearance of the dark attribute to Auror.’

Auror had many colors, like Mana, and some of them had black. Hence, a perfect disguise to his darkness

‘…I can do it, too.’

Then, for a brief moment, Lucion frowned for a moment as he remembered one of the main characters was a black wizard. A black wizard who wields a sword.

There’s nothing you can’t do with yourself.

‘I had to make it.’

‘I had to hide the fact that I was a black wizard so perfectly that no one could suspect me.’

“Are you serious about what you just said…?”

Novio finally managed to open his mouth.

The Chronia family has been holding swords from generation to generation, befitting the position of being a leader who defends the border of the state.

Except for his second daughter, who ran away from the family to become a wizard, Lucion was the only one to trust.

“Yes.”

At Lucion’s short response, Novio’s mouth twitched.

How could a father not be happy when his son wants to learn their family’s sword?

As if nothing happened, Lucion’s accident at the banquet was completely forgotten.

“Yes, if you want to learn that much, you should.”

Novio soon looked at Lucion with a worried look in his eyes.

“But will you be all right?”

Lucion has been a heartbroken child, different from others since childhood. As Lucion has been isolated so far, the count was worried about not only the situation of hanging out with others but also various things.

“That’s fine. Don’t you think we should get through it now?”

Lucion smiled reassuringly.

The moment Novio saw his son’s smile for the first time in years, his heart fluttered.

‘I don’t know what changed Lucion’s mind, but I wanted to pray to God right away.’

“Yes, well thought out.”

Novio patted Lucion lightly on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry about the banquet. I’ll take care of it as usual.”

“No, I’ll take care of this.”

“…Huh.”

Novio could no longer hide his shock.

I was surprised earlier, but this time I’m even proud of him.

“Lucion, I understand your desire to change.”

It was enough for Novio that Lucion decided to be different. However, it was good to do it step by step because one couldn’t do many things at once.

“But your injury is quite serious, so take it easy for a while.”

Novio saw a bandage wrapped around Lucion’s head.

Lucion’s constitution didn’t have divine power. He only had a handful of his divine allergies. His divine power really doesn’t have the ability to heal wounds at once, like a miracle, but at least it’s better than medicine.

Lucion was not in a position to fully enjoy the benefits. The wounds healed too late, making Novio nervous.

“Well, let me know who they are.”

Lucion also read Novio’s anxious gaze.

His divine allergy might be real, but now he knew it was due to the darkness, which is the opposite of the light.

“Horaon of the Viscount’s family?”

‘Viscount Horaon…’

Lucion brooded over their family.

How bold to bring a Viscount on this subject.

“I don’t want your reputation to get worse here.”

Novio carefully opened his mouth.

He meant to be self-conscious. Lucion’s reputation had already fallen to the ground since rumors circulated that he was “mad.” Moreover, whenever Lucion appears to the public, he’d really do that.

Despite their efforts to conceal it, the rumor persisted, like pouring water into a pot with a hole.

“Take a rest.”

Novio notified and turned around. But by the time he took a few steps off, he opened his mouth again.

“Lucion.”

Unlike the first time, it was a soft voice.

“Yes, Father.”

“Thank you.”

Novio had already turned his back, so Lucion couldn’t see his expression. But Lucion knew he was pleased.

‘Father.’

Lucion smiled bitterly as he looked at his father’s back.

Even after his fall, Novio became a black wizard trying to protect him and died before Russell.

When Lucion Cronia, in the novel, was killed by the main character and his brother Carson, the latter was able to tell him the truth.

Honestly, Lucion didn’t know his father would think of him like that. Novio’s eyes everytime he looked at him were icy, like he had no expectations for him, making it like a barren desert.

But it was him who was mistaken.

‘My father loved me. More than anyone else.’

‘It’s gonna be different from the novel.’

Lucion pressed his lips.

‘Must be.’

[Learning the sword?]

Russell asked, sticking his face out to the wall. He looked rather surprised.

“Did you hear that?”

[…Hmm. When I became a ghost, my hearing got sharper.]

Russell struggled to cough and carefully walked through the wall and approached Lucion.

[Anyway, tell me.]

“What do you mean?”

[Reason for learning the sword]

“Can’t a black wizard learn the sword?”

[That’s not impossible. I’m not that old-fashioned.]

Russell pointed at himself and grinned.

[Honestly, that’s a good idea. It’s theoretically possible. But no one’s ever done it.]

Russell raised two fingers.

[I think you thought of it on the basis that darkness has no form. Like in my case, I don’t even have the power to maintain my form. So, I have to maintain the form manually.]

A finger was folded.

[Have you ever used an Auror?]

“Nope.”

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‘No, someone has already walked.’

Lucion was sure who had already succeeded.

“I can.”

[Ok, I’m thrilled to hear that answer.]

“Yes…?”

[I’ve been on the road]

Russell said, adding strength to his voice.

Ting!

‘It’s...’

Lucion was slightly surprised.

This time it was a red thread, not the blue one.

Crisp!

Lucion was noticed by instinct when a thread was cut off.

‘Turning point…?’

[I know how difficult it would be to go down that road. That’s why I didn’t tell you.]

Russell looked at Lucion with praise. Thought it was already a good thing if Lucion learned black magic. But listening to his talk with Novio, Russell rejoiced at his disciple’s will.

How can a master refuse to do this when his student says he will change?

[‘If you want to walk that path, I will guide you as your teacher.’]

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