Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

Chapter 144: Remove the Silent Mask (2)

‘…Is the price enough?’

Lucion felt uncomfortable, and looked until the letters were branded. The stigma had become a curse, and a black star was stamped under the left eye of the Chayton.

Russell, who was worried that Lucion stopped using the curse on the way, became relieved only then.

As the curse began, Chayton suddenly took off the ring and necklace he had on his hand and handed it over to Hume, who was closest to him.

“……!”

Chayton was appalled at his body moving at will.

No matter how much he tried to force himself to move, his arm was forcibly stretched out as if he could never put his hand down until Hume received it.

― Gasps! It’s more shiny up close!

Ratta stared at the accessory Cheyton had kneeled down and held out to Hume.

Ratta’s eyes sparkled as much as accessories.

“I’m going to give it to you. Take it and buy something delicious.”

Lucion laughed and said to Hume.

“You, why are you doing this?”

“Why? It’s because you’re cursed.”

Lucion kindly informed Chayton, who asked in bewilderment.

He was really sorry that he couldn’t show his face.

“Can I really take it?”

Hume asked hesitantly.

“Yes. Take it. I was just wondering how much money I had.”

At Lucion’s urging, Hume received Chayton’s ring and necklace.

Chayton stopped looking at his empty hand and hurriedly took off his bracelet and held it out to Hume.

“Now. Let’s start again, Chayton.”

Lucion looked at Chayton.

Chayton was already terrified.

Isn’t it obvious what kind of curse he was under because he repeated the same movement not once but twice.

“Who told you to bring the Saint’s bracelet?”

“A-are you the Hand of the Void?”

Chayton asked in a trembling voice.

[Why did the Hand of the Void suddenly appear?!]

Lucion felt the corners of his mouth raising upward with the voice of the startled Russell.

‘That’s right. The blue thread can’t be connected for no reason.’

“We never invaded your territory! I was never aiming for the Saint! All I was aiming for was the bracelet!”

Bethel, who had already frowned at the subsequent confession, frowned even more.

[Is it a different force again….? I hope you’re not the one who’s coming after Lucion.]

Luminos was the group of wizards who had already disappeared.

Those blessed with the light and the priests.

The Neubra Kingdom seeking change.

The Hand of the Void was a black wizard group that joined hands with that Neubra Kingdom.

With some of the nobility of the Kingdom.

There are already so many people to deal with, but he couldn’t believe there’s more here.

Bethel was so angry that he felt sorry for Lucion.

“Why the bracelet?”

Lucion asked, without denying or affirming.

It was because he suddenly remembered the letter that Tella sent to him.

―Someone asked about Larvis’ tears. I meant the bracelet I gave to Confucius.

‘Is that him? Is that what happened to him?’

[Lucion. Do you remember the most recent letter from Tella?]

Russell also told Lucion if he remembered it.

[You said someone asked for your bracelet. It’s got to do with him.]

Lucion said to Hume affirmatively.

“Take the bracelet, too. I guess he hasn’t come to his senses yet.”

“I see.”

Unlike the first time, Hume happily received the bracelet.

When his hand was empty again, Chayton searched his pocket and took out a rolled certificate.

Chayton’s eyes widened.

“Oh, why did you take the certificate when it’s not a gem?”

Lucion read Chayton’s eyes.

It was an unexpected, hopeless look.

“The curse I put on is about, ‘You will have nothing of value, and even what you have, you give them to those nearby.’

Lucion brought Chayton despair.

This time Lucion, not Hume, had rolled paper.

Lucion, who checked the contents while searching the product to find another valuable thing, doubted his eyes.

‘…It’s a certificate of mine ownership.’

It wasn’t just a certificate of ownership.

There was even another contract to pay instead of ransom.

The names on the contract were “The one who gave up the mine” and “Chayton.”

I mean, without any twist, he’s a real slave trader.

‘Really…?’

Lucion was a little flustered that things were going so easily.

[Kran found the man he was looking for like this? Really?]

Russell, who was staring at the document, was suspicious.

But the name on the paper was definitely Chayton.

“That’s right. I’m a little annoyed, too.”

Lucion put the document in his arms for now.

What matters now was Chayton.

“Why did you need the bracelet?”

Asked Lucion.

It was the same question as before, but Chayton was afraid because he had put something valuable on his palm again.

“Is it a key this time? Where is the key? Your hideout? Or a treasure trove? It seems to be worth a lot of money everywhere.”

Lucion spoke with delight.

He meant it.

The more money, the better, and all the accessories Chayton handed over to Hume were luxurious.

“Don’t you want me to release the curse?”

Then Lucion whispered.

He couldn’t give him complete despair.

So he induced him to cling to a rotten rope.

“H-he said he needed a sacred object!”

“Oh. So that bracelet was a sacred object?”

“……!”

Chayton closed his eyes tightly to Lucion’s words as if he didn’t know anything.

‘It’s hard to take the first step.’

Lucion deliberately informed Chayton that he had set foot in the mud.

[See? It really is a sacred object.]

Only then did Russell laugh out loud as he felt better.

―So, it’s a tree? The light on the tree is warm and nice even if it fits Ratta. Can Ratta wield the light of the sacred object?

[No! Ratta, you can’t do it. It’s better to be Lucion.]

Just in time, Russell brought up what Lucion wanted to shout.

Though the latter part was subtle.

―Rata knows! Ratta will only like the light of the tree.

Ratta, who jumped behind Hume’s legs with her ears folded, looked at Russell intently.

―Give me a hug, Hume. Ratta is sullen right now.

Ratta scratched Hume’s leg.

“Why?”

Lucion barely swallowed his laughter and asked Chayton.

No matter how much he tried to hide, Chayton’s expression was distorted by fear and self-blame as his voice was mixed with glee.

“I don’t know, really. I’m just a servant!”

“Who’s behind you?”

“……”

Chayton replied in silence, and Lucion reached out to take the key in his palm.

“It- It- It’s a temple!”

To the unexpected reply Lucion asked a little stronger, without sounding suprised.

“What temple? The Great Light Temple of the Empire? Or Nevast?”

“It’s… Nevast! The Holy Nation, Nevast!”

Silence fell on the words that flowed out of Chayton’s mouth.

“Well, that’s all I really know! I’m just told it’s Nevast. I don’t know for sure, but please, release this curse!”

Chayton prayed desperately, but the silence continued.

Russell couldn’t even bring it up, and Bethel slowly swept his face down, feeling like he had been hit in the back of his head.

“…..ha.”

Lucion, who had barely uttered a laugh, felt like he was going to be eaten by a seething emotion.

The Nevast, the Holy State Nevast, knew about the Hand of the Void.

Those who follow the God of Light.

Those who treated those who were blessed with darkness as a plague.

[You bastards……!]

Russell burst into anger.

One of the reasons why the warlocks became the enemy of the world was the temple.

But to think they know about the warlock group and still ignore it.

[Crazy bastards!!!]

But Russell managed to put up with Lucion.

What would Lucion do if he lost his reason as well?

[…Lucion.]

As if Russell’s voice had become a catalyst, Lucion immediately grabbed Chayton’s collar and shook him.

Chayton’s key in his hand fell down.

Lucion really tried desperately to suppress his emotions, but he couldn’t.

Even if he was consumed by emotions, he had to vent this anger.

“Nevast knew the Hand of Void? They knew it, but they were silent, and kept up with each other?”

Gradually Lucion’s voice rose, and his fist was already reaching out toward Chayton.

―Lu, Lucion! Don’t do that! Your hand will hurt!

Ratta hurriedly bit Lucion’s pants, but Lucion’s fists did not stop.

“You bastards!”

Smack!

“Those who are worse than trash…!”

Smack!

Why did he even create an organization while hiding his identity?

Who killed Russell in the novel?

Why did he become corrupt?

‘All the beginnings of Lucion’s depravity in the novel were due to the doggy Nevast’s credentials!’

It all began when the priest publicly revealed that he was a warlock.

His stomach was boiling.

No. He couldn’t stand the whole thing because it was unfair.

He couldn’t think of anything as if there was a fog in his head.

“…That’s all you have to do.”

He tried to swing his arm again, but he couldn’t move.

Hume had seized Lucion with an apologetic face.

“Your arm hasn’t healed yet. You have a scar on the back of your hand. You must not swing it any more.”

Lucion breathed heavily only then.

Only then did he feel an uncomfortable and painful sensation on the back of his hand.

He didn’t know whose blood it was.

Hume took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood on the back of Lucion’s hand.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’ll take care of everything you can’t do and everything you can’t do.”

Hume tried to smile.

“Order to me. You don’t have to get hurt like this.”

Lucion felt weak all over his body at Hume’s sincere voice.

‘…I shouldn’t be like this. I can’t get carried away by emotions.’

It was scary.

He was afraid he’ll get more negative emotions and get more negative.

He was afraid he’ll be corrupted by increased injustice.

Crash.

As Lucion’s hands became weak, Chayton lost his balance and rolled to the ground.

Lucion saw Ratta, who was desperately pulling the hem of his trousers with her mouth, and Russell and Bethel, who were holding back with faces that looked like they wanted to comfort him.

“I am……”

Lucion’s hands trembled at his ugly appearance.

“…sorry.”

All the emotions he had endured have grown to the extent that it is difficult to enjoy with reason.

Those who divided, divided, and divided those who were blessed with darkness by calling them evil were actually turning away even when they saw the real evil.

“I am…..sorry.”

If you were going to be like this.

Why should those blessed with light be “goods” unconditionally, and those blessed with darkness should be “evil”.

Lucion felt his lips quivering.

[No. You don’t have to be sorry, Lucion.]

[That’s right. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s natural anger.]

Russell spoke with a firm look, and Bethel held Lucion’s hand.

“…Ha.”

Lucion breathed deeply.

―Lucion, are you hurt? Ratta doesn’t like it if Lucion is hurt.

“No. It doesn’t hurt much. I’m sorry, Ratta.”

Lucion shook his head.

―Ratta is fine. Look, Ratta’s teeth are very sharp and strong.

As Ratta showed her teeth, Lucion smiled briefly and looked at Chayton.

His face had turned red, but it didn’t matter.

The blue thread didn’t budge.

Why?

‘I shouldn’t have hit Chayton? No way.’

If Chayton was Nevast’s servant, the blue thread would have tightened just by hitting him.

Lucion looked at Chayton.

Fear.

The emotion was most visible.

But it wasn’t a fear for himself.

Then who is it for?

‘Let’s think, Lucion.’

If he was a very important man, it would have been a red thread, not a blue thread.

But he didn’t mean to ignore the blue thread.

It was a relatively less important fate than the red thread, and even that was desperate for himself.

‘There has been a reaction to the thread if I smash someone who was entangled in any thread so far. So, what’s the difference with Chayton?’

Lucion stared at Chaiton.

‘Don’t tell me…… Is it?’