It changed (2)
“I will go.” Hu said.
“No, you don’t have to do that.” Lucion tried to stop Hu.
“Are you going to just stand there?”
Carson stood off to the side, staring, he wanted to know how Lucion would handle this situation. As he wouldn’t be able to accompany him to every banquet in the future, Lucion would have to deal with these little things on his own.
“It’s also helpful for if they pick a fight.”
[It’s because of the one in the center?]
“Yes, that’s right. I wonder if his business is really doing well or not.” When Lucion noticed Tella approaching him, he imdiately shut his mouth.
“Are you having a hard ti?”
When Tella offered a drink, Hu quickly hid Lucion’s cup behind him.
“Thank you, my Lady.” Lucion accepted the drink with a smile.
“You must be very tired. I’ve been to a few banquets, and now the corners of my mouth are cramping.”
Tella pointed to the corners of her mouth.
“But it’s nice to have close friends like this.”
Holding her drink tightly, Tella smiled bashfully.
“Don’t you have a lot of friends?”
“Well…” Tella smiled awkwardly as she stretched the ends of her speech.
“Oh, and so of the information I provided you is probably not accurate. I’ll double-check the information I haven’t yet given you and get back to you.”
Lucion didn’t pursue Tella’s clumsy attempt in changing topics and instead raised a brow as if he had thought of sothing.
“Only today did I find that lady Tella has so many connections and is very knowledgeable.”
It was a sincere remark.
Tella grabbed her skirt with an embarrassed face.
“No, young master Lucion. These are what I gathered while wandering around the banquet. You don’t have to say that.”
‘Nothing is more important than a person.’ Money and information will always eventually co out through people.
“Young master Lucion, I believe I’ll have to leave first today. It’s been a while since I had a lot of fun.” Tella remarked with bent eyes.
“Can I co to Cronia next ti?”
“Yes. We’ll always welco you.”
“… Well, if you need my assistance, please do not hesitate to contact .”
Tella hesitated before taking out a palm-sized gift box from her bag.
“I’ve already received the present.” Lucion refused her gift.
“As I told you last ti, this is not a gift from , but a gift from my mother to a young master.”
Tella held out the gift box.
“It’s a contact item, so you don’t have to feel pressured.”
[It’s so expensive.]
Russell’s eyes widened in response to Tella’s words.
Communication items were basically two sets of mana, and they were quite expensive as they used the voice transmission thod. The most common contact item was a crystal ball the size of a human face, and the smaller the contact item, the higher the price.
I could tell in a glance that it was expensive, even among the high-priced contact items.
‘I was about to be in need of one.’
Apart from the ghost, Lucion felt that he needed another way to contact Kran.
“My mother asked to express her regret for not being able to deliver the gift in person.”
Tella spoke a little awkwardly.
“Well, there’s a major issue with the bank right now.”
I don’t know what happened to the bank, but Tella didn’t appear to be lying.
“No, thank you so much just for thinking about . I’d like you to convey my appreciation to her.”
When Lucion received the gift, Tella replied with a bright smile. “I’ll make sure to tell her. Oh. My gift will arrive soon, as well.”
Tella left her seat after speaking naturally.
[That bracelet, right?]
“That’s right.”
[I was curious what bracelet it was. That’s good.]
“I’m not wearing a bracelet.”
Lucion looked at the crowd that approached him without any reversal.
“I can’t wait to see what they’re going to do.”
It was fortunate that Tella went first, unaware of their existence.
‘It’s a new bunch.’
Lucion shook the cup slightly.
Whenever Novio forcibly sends him to small banquets, several of these people would always appear; and rumors of him leaving Cronia to attend these gatherings alone entices people to touch him without fear. But now the situation has completely changed.
“What’s the matter?” Lucion asked them first.
At this banquet, only a few people had higher status than him. It ant that there was nothing to be desired.
They were taken aback.
They didn’t appear to have expected him to speak so casually.
“Will you move if you don’t have anything to say? You guys are blocking my view.” Lucion reacted indifferently.
“Was it the young lord of Cronia who said that?”
At the sudden remark, Lucion sipped the drink, looking at it nonchalantly.
[What is he saying now?]
Russell was upset, and Hu’s expression hardened.
―Lucion didn’t do anything, you idiot!
Ratta, who was droopy because of the light of the temple, raised her voice.
“What are you talking about?” Lucion asked calmly.
‘Did so strange rumor spread again?’
“The eldest son of Viscount Horaon.”
A man with saury hair looked at Lucion with blazing eyes.
At the mont, Lucion felt like the steam was cooling down.
“Why are you asking that?”
“Recently, it was Cronia who had an unfortunate incident with him. Is there nothing to do with the young lord of Cronia?”
“So what?”
“Isn’t the young lord soone who has the power to do so?”
‘Ah. Horaon’s friend. What was his na? … Did he say Don?’
Lucion continued to sip his drink and looked around, as if observing other people’s affairs.
“The guy claid that he was beaten up before even crossing the threshold of Cronia. But he traveled all the way here saying he should apologize to the young master!”
Don raised his voice so that everyone could hear him when Lucion showed no response.
[Yes. I expected his voice to gradually grow louder.]
Russell sneered at the obvious play as if he was rely a spectator.
“On the day he suffered so horribly, I was with him for the last ti. We talked a lot, and when I ntioned the young master, he trembled as if he had seen sothing scary.”
Don’s fist tightened.
“That ti! That ti… Even if he urged , I shouldn’t have gone back to the mansion and stayed. If I had, he wouldn’t have suffered this.”
‘Ah. Is it this guy?’
Soone must have heard that Horaon was alive, and that person must be him.
“It’s true that he did sothing wrong? If so, then why? Why did he do it?”
It’s not a repeat sign.
At repeated words, Lucion looked at him pitifully.
[Lucion, you let them be. You know they are provoking you, right?]
Russell tried to stop Lucion, who was slowly warming up, in advance.
No matter how well things went before, if the finish was poor, everything could go wrong.
Isn’t today the last day of the banquet?
“If you’re drunk, go back in moderation.”
Even if Russell didn’t ntion it, Lucion knew what they were up to.
He rushed to Count’s Cronia youngest son for his close friend.
It was a cheap story that worked very well for aristocrats who liked fairy tales.
But there was nothing as good as cheapness to raise the reputation.
Besides, he was currently running the best stock price.
‘The people brought by the Don guy are only for the purpose of attracting attention.’
With his purpose achieved, a triumphant look was evident.
“Do not disregard my warning. This will be my last act of kindness to you.”
Therefore, Lucion provoked them. Shaking his hands as if chasing a bug.
[Okay, okay. Fist isn’t everything. They are only worth it when used during absolute need.]
Russell was relieved to see that Lucion was still sitting calmly.
“No! I can’t go! As his close friend, I request an official explanation from the young lord.”
Don faltered for a mont, but was encouraged by people’s gaze and pressured Lucion.
The timing was perfect because Viscount Horaon’s work was being circulated at the banquet.
“What’s your na?”
Lucion sipped the drink and asked.
“I’m Don Fizat.”
“Where’s this Fizat family from? I have never heard of them.”
“… It is a family of writers from the north.”
Don twisted his face at Lucion’s open disregard for him.
“I applaud you for your disrespectful behavior.”
Lucion gave him a pitying look.
“What does that…an?”
Don felt unexpected anxiety gripping him as his mind tried to process Lucion’s expression.
This was not the flow that was initially induced.
The act of being angry, regardless of the reason, is an admission of guilt; and he wanted Lucion, who was called a poisonous cub, to attack like a beast, which will end up with an elevation of his honor, vengeance for his close friend being the route.
Lucion got up from his seat.
Furthermore, the corners of Don’s mouth rose.
“I had no intention of forgiving those who barked at like dogs for the past two days.”
Lucion picked up the first day of the banquet.
And, just at the right mont, he looked at Carson approaching and smiled.
“Thanks to your vulgar and disgusting mouth, the Fizat family will disappear soon.”
In the world of nobility, fists were not weapons.
The true weapon was the power one’s family’s na held.
I’ve changed.
“Isn’t that right, brother?”
At that, Don trembled and looked back.
“Of course.” Carson said disdainfully.
“I, I made a mistake because of alcohol. Please pardon !”
The threatening mood slapped Don to quickly sober up.
The courage he had gotten from his drink had vanished, leaving him with nothing but a shabby body.
“You criticized in a public place, rather than in a private one, making this an obvious attack. You have also trampled on the rcy that I’ve shown you.”
“I, I guess sothing happened because I was drunk. Please accept my heartfelt apologies!! Never again…”
“Drinking? Did you seek forgiveness just because you’re inebriated? Who drank alcohol to begin with? It was your choice, and this was also what you did.”
The idea that everything could be forgiven for being drunk was disgusting.
It looked like he was drinking for it in the first place.
“There’s no forgiveness. You need to know what happens if you make a mistake with your tongue in front of so that you don’t mock and look down on behind my back.”
Lucion drove this montum and declared to the nobles staring at him.
“Today, I’ll take this opportunity to express myself clearly. Anyone who spreads false rumors about after this point will have to pay imdiately.”
Lucion swallowed a laugh inwardly.
Anything had to be an example.
It was a good opportunity, regardless of the confidence Don initially spoke with.
He was going to press down with force so that nobles would never be able to dwell on him again.
“I, Twilo Sprikado, support the declaration of young lord Lucion Kronia.”
A voice erged from where the people were gathered.
‘Sprika was also a marquis… ?’
I’d t him before.
‘Why are you helping ?’
Lucion was suspicious.
[I believe he’s doing you a favor.]
However, Russell looked at it with a slightly suspicious look.
Until now, Tella was the only one who showed aimless favors.
[If you want to help, help from the beginning. Those guys will undoubtedly hit the back of the head later.]
‘It’s true that I helped.’
Lucion bowed his head to Twilo wondering if he’s also one of those who approached him with the goal of getting close to his title of ‘honorary priest’ and reap benefits.
“Thank you for your help, Lord Sprikado.”
Twilo smiled as he shook his face.
“I didn’t do anything. I just intervened because raising his voice without knowing the subject was just absurd.”
Twilo looked at Don with pity.
“I can’t believe you rushed to Cronia on the subject of the Viscount. Your father doesn’t seem to have taught you up and down. And the sa goes for you guys. Cronia…”
“I’ll take care of it.”
Twilo’s words were cut off by Carson.
Carson’s expression was strangely ferocious when he looked at Twelo.
“However, thank you for your assistance.”
“No, I stepped in because I was concerned that the order would be disturbed. Then, I shall leave now.”
Twilo retreated with a friendly face.
‘What is it?’
Lucion questioned the strange power fight between the two.
[To say there’s sothing between the two… is the age difference too big?]
“Did you finish your business, Lucion?”
Carson urged Lucion.
“No, there’s still sothing left.”
Lucion waved his fist at Don’s face as soon as he finished speaking.
Puck!
In the world of nobility, fists were not weapons.
However, it was clear that fists were still an effective ans for dogs.
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