Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock Chapter 3

I Rembered (3)

Russell smiled.

[But as I said before, the first thing to do is to treat your injury, so don’t move and just rest.]

“Yes, I will.”

Seeing Lucion following obediently, Russell frowned.

[Why don’t you hurt your head one more ti? Because I really think you’re going to be a completely different person again.]

“Oh, can I just stick my head right into the wall?”

At Lucion’s words, Russell nodded with satisfaction.

[You seem more like my disciple now.]

* * *

A few days later.

“…Don’t you think the youngest master has changed lately?”

One of the servants, who was hanging out the laundry, opened his mouth carefully.

“Did you feel it?”

Pangpang!

The servant, who was tapping the blanket with a bat, asked back in surprise.

“You too?”

The servant, who was hanging the laundry, stopped his hand and slightly pulled up the blanket.

“Oh, I made eye contact with the youngest one while I was changing the blanket, but his response was different from usual. Even though I’m doing this all the ti…”

The servant put a bat in his hand that was placed beside him as he knitted his brows.

“Yes, that’s the look!”

When his friend responded, the servant continued his story, not letting go of the bat in his hand.

“But then he just sat still. What’s more unusual is when I said hello, he actually greeted back.”

“ too! Honestly, I was so shocked that I almost scread.”

“Our young master. Is he really okay now?”

“Well, I hope he’s okay, though.”

“Uh…!”

As soon as he tried to tap the blanket with a bat, the other servant pointed at the window in complete wondernt.

“Look, look, over there!”

“What… whoops!”

The servant, who was hanging the laundry, was surprised and almost dropped the laundry.

Through the window, he could see Lucion walking down the hall.

“Young-, it’s the young master!”

The servant said with the laundry in his hand.

“I know. He is walking down the hall.”

“Maybe the Lord is calling for him? There was quite an uproar over the last banquet.”

“Now that I hear about it, he had all the right to be angry. If it was , I would have kicked that guy on the spot!”

“Yes! Our young master did nothing wrong. Just a little bit different from others because he’s sick.”

They stopped what they were doing and looked anxiously at Lucion walking down the hall.

Others call Lucion crazy, but he had never once laid a hand on his servants. There were cases where people would intentionally initiate a fight, but their young master would just refuse to entertain them.

‘Pitiful man.’

They quietly wished for Lucion happiness.

* * *

When Lucion appeared, the dining hall instantly beca noisy. It’s been years since Lucion left his room and went to the dining room by himself.

Novio, who was eating first, and Carson, Lucion’s older brother, were startled and looked at Lucion.

“I’m a little late.”

Lucion sat down as if nothing had happened.

I could hear the servants whispering, “The young master is here.”

Lucion was relieved that no one was gossiping about the incident at the banquet, but there was quite a clamor about his unexpected arrival.

‘I couldn’t stop my rumors from spreading.’

No matter how much Novio blocked it, there was a limit to what he could do. And things haven’t changed because he had yet to do sothing.

‘Now it has to change.’

[Hey Lucion, even though I only knew you for a short ti, it was amazing to see you walked out here by yourself without soone forcing you.]

Russell nodded, taking for granted the surrounding reaction.

“How’s your head?”

Novio asked, reliving his astonishnt.

“Yes, it should be fine to move a bit now.”

Lucion responded with a smile.

But, It was the servants who were stunned the most by their young master’s smile. They didn’t know that Lucion was soone who knew how to smile.

“Everyone, go back.”

Novio ordered over all his servants, thinking they were boisterous. And he thought it was bad for Lucion’s recovery.

“Thank you. I’m not getting used to this yet.”

Carson wriggled his brow at Lucion’s repeated actions.

“I won’t rush you, take your ti.”

Novio said, raising the corners of his mouth slightly.

‘How long has it been since we had a al together? I wish my second daughter was here too.’

Novio got up himself and handed Lucion the plate.

“Next ti, I’ll ask them to make one that you like.”

“Thank you, Father.”

In Lucion’s response, Carson stopped forking.

He found it odd that Lucion now sees Novio and calls him his father.

“What’s wrong, brother?”

Lucion saw him in Carson’s eyes.

“Aren’t you tired?”

Carson asked bluntly, picking up his surprise.

It was too obvious.

Lucion caught his breath at Carson’s sudden question.

‘I pretended to be fine, but I’m actually not feeling well.’

His hands were sweaty and cold. As soon as he left the room without covering his face with a hood, Lucion appeared like this.

“It’s hard.”

When Lucion answered honestly, Carson’s eyes clearly expressed worries.

His brother, who had previously rejected people, suddenly changed his behavior. So, how can he be all right in an instant?

“As our father had said, you can take your ti. I’ve been waiting until now, but it won’t hurt to wait any longer.”

“It’s tough, but it’s okay now.”

“Anyway, it’s good to see you here.”

Carson spoke from the bottom of his heart.

It took a long ti for Lucion to sit here again.

Carson smiled—full of spirit.

Lucion’s eyes shook slightly at the smile of his brother he saw for the first ti.

“Brother.”

Lucion clenched the spoon and called Carson.

“Yeah.”

Carson killed himself in the novel, but it wasn’t revenge.

He killed himself by using a fake na “Hal,” abandoning his identity and na with guilt and affection for failing to stop his brother.

“I decided to learn the sword.”

Lucion looked up and stared at Carson.

“So, please teach the sword.”

A blue thread connecting Lucion and Carson appeared.

Clink.

Lucion smiled and Carson was so shocked that he dropped his fork. He then looked at Novio rather than answering Lucion.

“I allowed it. “

Novio responded to that bewildered gaze.

“Father?”

Carson was speechless.

The fact that Lucion ca all the way here on his own was already an amazing and incredible feat. But Lucion took further steps as if he wasn’t satisfied yet.

Carson looked at Lucion again, making the latter ponder about it.

‘I’m too old to hold a sword.’

Carson was only five years old when he learned swords. And one should have grabbed a sword at the age of ten at the latest.

‘But swordsmanship is not all about being strong but instead it’s having a strong mind.’

Lucion made the right choice. The art of swordsmanship was the art of cleaning one’s mind.

The Cronia, however, was a family that defended the border. So I knew exactly what the purpose of swordsmanship was.

“I can’t believe you already thought that far. I’m so proud of you.”

The corner of Carson’s mouth, looking at Lucion, rose briefly high. However, Lucion wasn’t able to see it because he was eating soup.

‘I can learn from the Teacher how to turn the darkness into an auror, but I can’t learn the sword itself.’

Lucion swallowed the soup and thought.

Why would he give up this opportunity when there was a good teacher and the youngest swordsmanship genius in front of him?

‘I don’t want anything more if my brother allows .’

Lucion looked at Carson after wiping his mouth with a napkin.

He looked blunt as usual.

‘Is it hard to get there?’

Lucion was fully aware of it, too. That he’s way past the age where he should’ve learned about swords. But even if it was late, he had to be strong enough to use the auror in so way.

“Okay.”

“…What?”

In Carson’s response, Lucion’s eyes widened- not believing what he had just heard.

He almost dropped the spoon.

Cling.

Lucion looked at the cut blue thread.

“I’ll teach you.”

Carson’s voice sounded more powerful than before.

“…….”

“Lucion, why are you so surprised? Didn’t you ask to teach you?”

“I… I did.”

“So I said yes.”

“That….”

“But not now. Only after your injury is completely healed, then we can begin.”

Carson’s eyes turned to the bandage wrapped around Lucion’s head.

It was a world where dicines were not developed much because of the miraculous existence, called God.

Lucion had already heard the sa words from a few people, making him break into laughter.

“Yes. I’ll go see you then.”

“Nice.”

Novio looked gloating over the exchange of the brothers after a long ti. It felt as if spring had co to the family, which had always been winter. Novio hoped the spring would last a long ti.

* * *

‘I should do better.’

Lucion thought as he walked out of the dining room and headed to his room.

His small changes brought smiles to the faces of his family. That alone was satisfactory for now.

[Lucion.]

As soon as Lucion got out of the dining hall, Russell called him.

“Yes.”

Lucion answered, looking at the window.

[Good job.]

Lucion stopped walking at Russell’s unexpected praise.

Suddenly, Lucion turned his head and looked at Russell.

[As a teacher, it is natural to praise his student for his admirable behavior.]

“I don’t think so. It was unfamiliar to because it was my first ti, so I’m looking forward to hearing more of it.”

[I’m not familiar with it either.]

Russell’s face distorted for a mont.

[Anyway, how about going a little further if possible? If you’re not in good condition, you can go next ti.]

“Where do you an?”

Lucion took a step that had stopped again.

Now, unlike in the past, he was more vigilant about the surroundings and would check whether there were servants in the hallway. He had to be careful because only he could see Russell, a ghost in others’ eyes.

[I prepared sothing in advance in the hope of having my student.]

“Are you telling that in a month?”

Lucion smiled unconsciously.

[Have you ever listened to ? No, I don’t even rember if you’ve ever called teacher.]

Russell was rather elated by Lucion’s confident reaction.

‘Oh…’

Lucion turned his eyes away.

Russell offered to make him his disciple instead of Lucion just chasing away the ghosts.

‘At that ti, I accepted his preposition because I wanted to kick out those ghosts who were disgusting and keep on telling to kill soone.’

But Russell was also a ghost, and his actions, which had caused him all sorts of irritation and violence, passed through his mind.

Russell paused for an instant and then nodded.

“Oh, my head….”

Lucion stumbled and held onto the wall as if he suddenly felt dizzy.

Russell snorted at the obvious performance.

[That’s enough, I’ve already moved on.]

“I can’t wait to see what kind of present you’ve prepared.”

Lucion gave up on his embarrassing acting and wiped his mouth as if nothing had happened.

At his student’s awkward performance, Russell giggled and asked.

[So what do you want to do?]

“I’ll be out.”

Lucion looked back out at the sun.

It just so happened that he had sothing to do outside. It’s the most necessary thing he must do.

Lucion stopped by his room first before going outside.

“Teacher.”

Lucion, who was heading to the closet, called Russell.

[Yeah.]

Russell twitched his eyebrows every ti he heard Lucion calling him “Teacher,” making it apparent that he was still unable to adapt to Lucion’s changed attitude.

“Can a warlock be light resistant?”

[…….]

Russell paused for an instant and then nodded.

Lucion thought he would laugh at his question, but Russell was pretty serious.

[Yes.]

Russell added,

[Theoretically speaking.]

“Is it really only possible, theoretically?”

[For now.]

Russell’s eyes rolled around.

[Do you know what happens when a person blessed with light is exposed to the dark to a certain extent?]

“Wouldn’t it fall?”

[Right. The person would be corrupted and it’s all over. Anyway, you’re basically resistant to darkness, so your life is saved.]

Russell crossed his arms.

[But it’s either we beco half-ass or die. Isn’t it so unfair?]

“It’s not unfair. It’s wrong to say that darkness and light are polar opposites.”

[Right, it’s not a mutual relationship between carnivores and herbivores. But I think darkness and light are complentary relationships in harmony.]

Lucion waited for Russell’s words.

[That’s what nature tells us. There is darkness when there is light, and there is light when there is darkness.]

Russell grinned.

[So we can build up light resistance. I just don’t know how yet.]

Lucion beca more determined after hearing the conviction of Russell’s words.

Ting!

Then, beyond the room, the red thread, which might have been connected to soone, beca tight.

There was only one person in the novel who was resistant to light.

‘The Final Boss.’

Lucion intended to try the thod used by the final boss.