Gulp.
Quate swallowed his saliva.
If the person in front of him was just a wizard, he wouldn’t care, but the opponent was a warlock.
He knew that warlocks saw things that people couldn’t see.
Besides, didn’t he have the power to raise a corpse?
Saying that death was not the end was not just a threat.
“…Are we allowed to leave if we don’t think the organization is right for us?”
“If you have the confidence to keep quiet for the rest of your life.”
“So I can leave, right?
“That’s right. I can’t just kill soone who says they’re leaving because the organization doesn’t fit them.”
Lucion giggled jokingly.
But Quate’s complexion turned a little pale.
Having fought warlocks, he knew how strong and strange they were.
He suddenly rembered the feeling of being imrsed in the darkness more than he was as an assassin and quietly held his breath.
“…Hey, Hal-nim.”
Quite spoke out instead of watching him fill the paper that would soon beco their contract.
“Say it.”
Lucion was paying great attention to the writing so that it didn’t stand out and would be impossible to recognize as his own handwriting.
Quate put a finger to his mouth and whistled lightly before speaking.
It was a sign to back off.
Even if he didn’t see it, he could feel his subordinates putting their ears on the door.
Quate spoke out as he heard his n walk away.
“By any chance. Well, I don’t know if this sounds weird.”
Lucion didn’t even pay attention to Quate, who was dragging his words.
Quate’s eyes were on Hu.
“I’m like Hal-nim’s shadow, so you don’t have to worry about .”
Receiving his gaze, Hu replied with a blank face.
Unable to force him out of the room, Quate uttered with slight embarrassnt.
“When a person dies, everyone goes to the God of Light. That’s what I thought until I t a crazy warlock.”
Lucion thought about what Quate was dragging his words for, and laughed at the words that sounded like a confession.
“Yes, there is.”
“…Yes?”
“Since you killed a person, didn’t you an to ask if the grudge was attached to your body?”
“…Yes.”
Quate replied, smiling awkwardly.
But his face gradually distorted, and Lucion said with a smile.
“So I’m telling you it’s there.”
―Ah! Didn’t Russell say sothing about a curse before?
Lucion’s shadow wriggled.
[Yes, that’s right.]
Ratta smiled pleasantly as Russell replied.
―Ratta rembered everything. Because Ratta is smart.
“Are you sure…?”
Quate’s expression froze as Lucion pointed to his neck.
“Here is the mark of the curse. Have you killed any warlocks recently?”
“I have. Originally, I didn’t want to, but I urgently needed money, so I couldn’t help it.”
Quate’s face gradually distorted.
Because he rembered the warlock who was dying a while ago with a mad smile while pointing at him.
Warlocks were enemies of the world, but no one wanted to execute or kill them, lest they got cursed.
But the reward was too great to refuse, so he had no choice but to deal with them, and it turned out like this.
“What should I… Is there anything I can do?”
“What group of warlocks did you kill?”
At Lucion’s question, Quate urgently shut his mouth.
This was because the disclosure of the mission was sothing that should never be said as an assassin.
“I know. I understand what it ans for an assassin to reveal their mission. But if you don’t tell , I can’t tell you anything.”
Lucion was asuring the distance because he hadn’t reached the level of ability to confidently say he would lift the curse.
[The way to lift the curse is not always by killing the warlock who put the curse. There are tis when a warlock cast a curse at the cost of their own lives.]
Russel explained in case Lucion was curious.
[First of all, the fastest way is by breaking the curse engraved in Quate’s head. But if you do it wrong, his mind can break down. The greater the effect, the greater the risk is.]
Lucion listened to Russell and looked at Quite, who was hesitating for a long ti.
[Second, cover the curse with another curse. This is impossible now, let’s move on. The third way is to periodically inject your darkness into Quite’s head and scatter the curse. It takes the longest ti, but it’s the safest way.]
Russell raised a finger.
[And lastly, the thod I ntioned earlier that most people already know, kills the person who cast the course. Of course, it doesn’t apply here.]
[Magic is very complicated no matter how many tis I hear it.]
Bethel, who was listening quietly, frowned.
There were so many thods.
“Is it serious?”
Quate, who had opened and closed his lips several tis, finally spoke out.
“It’s terrible. You should probably be prepared to quit your job as an assassin.”
Lucion gave a slightly different account of what Russel had told him.
“…It’s the Imperial family.”
Quate said in a whisper.
It seed that the curse was very frightening.
The Imperial family and the warlocks.
Lucion quickly guessed what the incident was.
“Was it to kill the warlocks involved with Count Roberio?”
Quate nodded as much as he could.
‘They must be warlocks belonging to the Hand of the Void that was entangled with Roberio. These incidents are bizarrely intertwined.’
Lucion thought it was very strange.
[Indeed. This is the best way. What’s the point of the Imperial family provoking the warlocks when they haven’t even caught the warlocks’ tail?]
Russell crossed his arms.
He was a warlock himself, but he knew how deep their obsession and vengeance were.
It wasn’t just bad luck if you got caught.
It was comfortable to think that, like Quate, whether it was through a curse or a disease, sothing would be broken.
[If the huge body called the Imperial family moved directly, there would be a lot of noise. …I’m sorry. If I had known beforehand, I would have gone to kill them.]
Bethel licked her lips and fiddled with the handle of her sword.
‘Well, anyway, I have an excuse to tie up the assassins until the organization stabilizes.’
Apart from the opinions of those two, Lucion was very satisfied with the current situation.
Being able to put a leash around Quate’s neck by force.
‘That curse must have been unleashed by a warlock belonging to the Hand of the Void. …but it’s a waste to clear it up now.’
Lucion hoped that more and more people would hate the Hand of the Void.
That would help destroy the Hand of the Void.
“All right.”
Despite the positive words falling from Lucion’s mouth, Quate didn’t say anything.
Of course, it seed he was thinking there would be so kind of condition.
“There are two ways to solve the curse right now. The faster it is solved, the higher the risk, and the slower it is, the more stable it will be. What would you choose?”
Lucion asked in a voice that was neither fast nor slow.
It sounded like a very ordinary question, and Quate almost fell into trouble without realizing it.
“The price… Why don’t you tell ?”
“We’re going to be mbers of the sa organization, so the price has been paid. It’s enough that you work harder on your mission.”
At those words, Quate couldn’t calm down his surprised heart.
He looked at Lucion for a mont and lowered his voice.
“A fortune-teller… told that I would et a noble man soon.”
[What…?]
Russel opened his eyes wide at the sudden words.
[Hmm…]
Bethel dragged her words.
She had already seen Quate perform an unknown ritual before she went to Baron Kokoren, so she was convinced by this point.
He was a superstitious person.
It was rare but she had seen similar people during her ti as a knight.
It wasn’t strange, but it was close to a chronic disease that people who lived close to death usually had.
“They told I should grab onto him because he is soone who will change my life.”
[Wow. I don’t know where they are, but they’re very useful.]
Russell admired, ready to clap his hands.
“Then, you shouldn’t betray and the organization, right? As the fortune teller said, I could change your life.”
Lucion’s mask turned yellow.
It sounded like a joke, but to Quate, it sounded strangely threatening.
Indeed, the warlock in front of him seed to be able to change his life.
“Rental, what ti is it?”
“It’s 4:12 p.m.”
Hu took the watch out of his arms and checked it.
“Are you busy…?”
Quate asked.
Lucion nodded.
Soon Anthony might stop by his room for dinner.
“Yes, it’s a big deal if I get caught.”
‘Are you being chased by a priest?’
Quate’s eyes went up slightly.
“So which one would you choose?”
Lucion urged Quite, and he paused for a mont to think.
“The latter. If you don’t mind, we can clean up Hal-nim’s problems.”
“That’s impossible. He’s very strong.”
Anthony was.
“Then sign this.”
After checking the ti, Lucion was in a hurry, so he tapped the paper.
“…I see.”
Quate grabbed the pen and thought.
Just how strong is the priest that chases you?
* * *
Knock. Knock.
Lucion flinched at the knock on the door.
He was just on his way back from taking Hu to his room.
‘Why are you here already?’
Before he could complain, Lucion hurriedly raised his voice.
“Wait a minute.”
After taking off his clothes, he roughly tucked them under the blanket, and hurriedly dressed up.
[I-I’ll be out.]
Bethel left the room in a flash.
―Co on, co on!
Ratta jumped around Lucion frantically.
“It’s distracting, so stop jumping around, Ratta!”
―Oh, got it!
When she was told not to jump around, Ratta now spun around in place.
―Co on, co on!
[Puhahaha!]
As both of them went wild, Russell grabbed his stomach and laughed out loud.
“…Sigh.”
Lucion barely got dressed and breathed out.
Move to dium and short distances with shadow movent and run until the darkness rise high enough to use shadow movent.
Doing this several tis was as difficult as physical training.
“Co in, Anthony.”
Lucion soon called Antony in a calm voice.
“Excuse , Young Master.”
Anthony bowed his head first.
“Young Master.”
When he looked up again, he noticed sothing strange and called Lucion.
“Say it.”
“Where have you been?”
It was faint to Lucion, but he could sll various things.
“You know better than I do.”
Lucion took off his pretense to avoid Antony’s slightly tightening investigation net.
“You’re sweating.”
“I was working out inside.”
“Even your clothes are ssy.”
“Well, isn’t it possible to live like that?”
“Excuse .”
Anthony fixed Lucion’s wrongly fastened buttons, straightened the wrinkles, and pulled out clothes that were slightly tucked into his pants.
Russell, who was watching Antony’s skills as if possessed, opened his mouth belatedly.
[What a neat trick. There’s a reason why he is the butler.]
―Yes, yes. Hu is good, but Anthony is better.
Ratta was also watching Anthony’s skills with her butt on the floor.
“So what’s going on? Didn’t you co earlier than usual today?”
“Today is the day you have to see your doctor.”
Lucion sighed at the ntion of his doctor.
“Is it that ti already?”
Since Lucion was allergic to divine powers, naturally, a doctor was always on standby in Cronia.
When they looked for a doctor who had a heavy mouth, had good skill, didn’t hate Lucion, and could only live in Cronia, he didn’t know how many tis he had changed doctors.
“Yes, it’s already the ti.”
But the doctor Anthony was talking about was a psychiatrist.
“We don’t need to et anymore, right?”
Lucion spoke softly.
He was told that he might have to take the dicine he had stopped taking just a month ago, but now he was really fine.
‘…Well, I can’t say I am totally fine.’
“It’s the Lord’s order. I’m sorry, Young Master.”
Anthony bowed his head.
“No. Is that all you need?”
“No.”
Anthony suddenly searched for sothing and took out a beautifully-wrapped gift box.
Russell imdiately reacted.
[It’s from Tella!]
In a letter Tella sent to Lucion not too long ago, it was written that the Luteon family would send a gift along with grateful words for being helped by Lucion again.
“Young Lady Tella Luteon sent you a gift.”
A warm smile settled on Anthony’s face.
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