Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

The Divine Beast, who looks like a white tiger, walked dignifiedly like a king amongst the crowds.

The priest followed after him in bewilderment, but could do nothing to stop the divine beast.

“Teacher…”

Lucion was also embarrassed.

He looked at Russell, who was stroking his chin with a scholarly face.

[No, it’s fine. That divine beast is bringing down the intensity of light  to the point where you don’t get hurt. By the way, why is the divine beast advancing towards  you? Is it because of Ratta?]

—Right, it’s coming to Ratta.

Ratta spoke in an excited voice.

“What?”

 Lucion and Russell were taken aback.  

Soon Lucion was conscious of the people and hurriedly covered his mouth.

―It’s strangely light, but Ratta doesn’t hurt at all.

[Are you saying that the divine beast of light and dark are working together?]

Lucion couldn’t hear Ratta and Russell’s words properly.

He was nervous about the approaching advent of the divine beast.

“Ratta. What does that divine beast say to you? No. Does that priest even know who I am?”

―I don’t know. Ratta had recognized that light, and that light had recognized Ratta as well. Don’t worry, Ratta will firmly inform that light.

Ratta cleared her throat.

The divine beast finally approached Lucion.

Murmur. Murmur.

Lucion was most terrified of disclosing his true identity, rather than catching people’s attention. 

― You, who follow darkness. Rest assured. Because I have no intention of fighting the dark.

The divine beast spoke in a very dignified tone.

Lucion took a quick look around. 

[Stay still, Lucion. Because it rings in your head like Ratta.]

As Russell accounted for 20% of his body’s stake, he also seemed to have heard the voice of the divine beast.

― Of course, I don’t intend to let my owner know who you are. What I came to see is the divine beast of darkness and you.

The divine beast smiled slightly.

‘Did teacher ever mention whether the divine beast’s can lie or not?’

Lucion exhaled little by little, recalling Russell’s words.

― Nice to meet you, the one who was born from darkness. I’m the existence of light, or a divine beast, as they call it. 

The divine beast’s head turned towards Lucion’s shadow.

―Hi. I’m Ratta.

It was because they saw the same divine beast, Ratta’s voice was brighter than usual.

― Nice to meet you, Ratta. It is also a happy day as the existence of darkness, which I thought was cut off, has now been born in thousands of years.

‘Does it mean that warlocks had divine beasts in the past?’

Lucion couldn’t say anything to the divine beast because of the crowd surrounding them.

―Are you happy that Ratta was born?

―  Isn’t that a natural thing to say? When there is darkness there is light, and when there is light there is darkness.

The divine beast smiled softly at the shadow.

― Ratta. The dying light came back to life with your birth.

― Ratta?

―The act of eliminating darkness is one of the most foolish thoughts of humans who follow the light. It’s a shame they don’t realise the action is gradually killing the light.

Russell smiled brightly and shouted as if he was a child who had solved their homework when he heard the sad sound of the divine beast.

[I knew it! I was right! The relationship between light and darkness was complementary!]

―I am a child who follows darkness.

The divine beast’s gaze turned to Lucion.

― Those foolish beings who follow the light have closed their ears. They can’t hear me anymore.

The divine beast drew closer to Lucion and touched his forehead against the warlock. 

At that moment, a red thread connected to the ground appeared.

‘Another…turning point?’

Lucion couldn’t hide his puzzled expression.

The banquet has already caused two turning points.

―  Do not perish. Do not lose your heart to the fallen. Do not bless those who follow the foolish light for my sake, so that they don’t get injured. 

Whaaa.

A light shone from the part where it was facing the divine beast.

‘Wa-wait.’

Lucion was perplexed.

He was a warlock. And if you give the blessing of light like this, isn’t it like an attack?

“… Cough!”

Lucion could not withstand the power of light spreading throughout his body and coughed out blood.

How many times have I shed blood today?

― …….

The divine beast came to a stop with his eyes wide open.

‘You… foolish divine beast ’

Lucion closed his eyes as his wandering thoughts passed him by.

Crisp.

The sound of the red thread being cut lingered in Lucion’s ear.

Ttak.

Hume received a falling Lucion.

Hume expressed intense anger at the divine beast.

[Hume. Stop.]

Russell calmed him down and turned to Lucion.

[He collapsed as a result of light shock. His body is fine.]

The surrounding atmosphere became chilly.

Anyone could tell that the divine beast had attacked Lucion.

The priest, the owner of the divine beast, shuddered at the eyes of those who were seeking clarification.

“… uh, uh.”

“My master has an allergy to divine energy.” 

Hume announced to the people around him before anyone could think of Lucion being a warlock.

A butler’s real virtue, according to Anthony, was put to test when the master was in distress. 

“I need you to explain what’s going on.”

Hume calmly demanded a solution from the priest.

* * *

“… Aside from the fact that Lucion was blessed by the divine beast, the temple, which failed to control the divine beast’s movements, will have to take responsibility unconditionally!”

Lucion woke up to Carson’s fierce voice, in surprise.

[Lucion. It’s not okay to say this right after waking up, but please stop Carson. I wonder if the priest’s neck will be rolling again.]

At Russell’s words, Lucion hastily raised his voice.

“Brother…”

“Are you okay?”

Carson’s voice was still brewing with anger.

Lucion could quickly see that Russell didn’t say anything for nothing.

“I am okay. By the way… What’s going on?”

Lucion saw a kneeling priest begging for Carson’s mercy, while Haint, and the High Priest tried to keep Carson from exploding.  

[After hearing the news that you were attacked by a divine beast, Carson came running, broke the temple’s main door and is now confronting the priest while beating his head.]

When Russell explained the situation, Lucion saw a place that somehow felt empty.

I can’t believe that’s where the door was.

“This happened because they did not properly manage the divine beast. Isn’t that right, Lucion?”

Carson’s voice quickly grew louder.

Lucion spared no words and glanced at the High Priest and the priest.

With troubled faces, they were sending their earnest eyes to Lucion, begging him to speak properly.

[It would be very difficult on the temple’s side. They didn’t have enough bombs on them at the time of the divine beast’s accident with you.]

For a short while, Lucion stared at the sky while listening to Russell. 

Before he knew it, the sun had set. 

[You are the youngest son of the Cronia’s and a contributor to this event and you are allergic to divine allergy, right? Even if you poked a hive, you would have poked it properly.]

Russell was secretly anticipating Lucion’s next move.

How he will cope with it.

It was fun to watch.

“I was a little surprised. Because I didn’t know the divine beast would come to me all of a sudden.”

The High Priest inquired quickly, when Lucion opened his mouth. 

“Lo, Lord Lucion Cronia. How’s your body?”

Lucion looked at Carson.

He understood why his brother was angry, but he cannot let it affect the conversation.

“Brother, why don’t you calm down?”

“… I got it.”

“Thank you.”

Only then did Lucion answer the High Priest’s question.

“To be honest,”

Gulp.

Almost simultaneously, the High Priest and the priest swallowed dry saliva.

“I’m dizzy, and I’m not sure if it’s because I vomited blood.” 

“Carson, Carson! Lucion’s words aren’t finished yet.”

Haint desperately stopped Carson.

As the moment those words left Lucion, a priest with a divine beast was grabbed by his neck.

“Excluding that, it’s okay.”

At Lucion’s subsequent words, the High Priest breathed deeply as if he had been rescued for a decade.

“When the lord was unconscious, I called a doctor to check his physical condition.”

Lucion was genuinely surprised that a ridiculous situation had happened before a doctor came in.

“It’s okay for now, but if there’s a problem later, we’ll take responsibility for it.”

“You’ll have to take responsibility.”

Carson said, glaring at the High Priest.

The title of High Priest merely referred to a position that supervised people who worshipped the God of Light.

Their position was also established because the nobles trusted and respected the impartial priests. 

As a result, Carson’s pressure was never simply pressure from a High Priest’s perspective. 

Cronia, which guards the frontier, isn’t Cronia a place where even the imperial family is very wary of changes?

“… But what does blessing mean? I heard what you said.”

Lucion changed the subject before the atmosphere became worse.

“The divine beast has blessed Lord Lucion Cronia with the blessing of light.”

The High Priest took Lucion’s words and ate them.

“What kind of blessing is it?”

The High Priest looked at the priest who was still kneeling on his knees in response to Lucion’s question.

“Veros.”

Veros rose from his position at the call.

He approached Lucion and bowed his head.

“I do not know about the blessings that the lord has received. However, Lord Lucion has certainly received the token.”

“Where is the token?”

When Lucion asked, Russell tapped his forehead and giggled.

[Probably you are the first warlock to be blessed by a divine beast.]

Veros took out the mirror he had prepared in advance and held it out to Lucion.

Lucion, who received the mirror, swept up his bangs, wondering what it could be.

There was a sun pattern the size of a small nail in the middle of his forehead. 

‘This crazy….’

Lucion wanted to grab the divine beast by the collar right away.

Why did the divine beast leave a mark so calmly for? Just because it has blessed?   

“In addition, because of the blessings received by Lord Lucion, the position of ‘Honorary Priest’ and the unique title of ‘Blessed One of Divine Blessing’ will be conferred.”

‘… So, you should have left a bigger mark.’

Lucion was awakened by Veros’ subsequent words.

He noticed why the red thread appeared and was cut off.

Funnily enough, the warlock himself has become protected by the temple in the future.

There will be no greater turning point than this, and there will be no greater reward.

The nobleman Lucion Cronia was not to be a warlock, his own drawings were increasingly outlined.

I was given a life for free.

The reward that followed was highly satisfying to Lucion.

‘No matter what happens in future, the rumour that I am crazy will be debunked’ 

The banquet’s first day was fantastic.

* * *

“… Young master.”

Hume called out while following Lucion, who was heading for the carriage.

“What is it?” 

“I don’t know if I can say this.”

“Don’t hesitate and say it.”

“That scent.”

―Ah! Ratta knows. You’re talking about the scent that Lucion is looking for, right?

Hume nodded when Ratta made a voice.

“What’s wrong with that?”

Lucion asked, conscious of Carson and Heint.

“I smelled it since I was in the auditorium.”

“The smell of perfume can overlap. It must have been hovering around me?”

“Yes. That’s right. The person who I smelled giving off that scent, wandering around the young master, is now very close.”

Hume glanced to the left.

Lucion followed.

[Ah. There is Tella.]

Lucion traced where Russell pointed his finger and saw Tella. 

“Brothers.”

Lucion spoke out.

Carson and Heint stopped walking and turned their heads at Lucion’s voice.

“May I go and greet Lady Tella? It bothers me that you sent it like that earlier.”

Carson’s gaze turned to where Lucion was pointing.

He could see Lady Tella smiling brightly with people.

“Okay. Go talk for a while. I’ll wait in the carriage.”

Carson was also worried about sending Tella like that.

No matter what anyone says, isn’t it Lucion’s close friend?

“Then I’ll be back.”

Lucion turned his back right away.

“Call me if he’s close by. You said my clothes were crumpled.”

“Okay.”

Hume followed the smell.

As he got closer to Tella, Hume called for Lucion.

“Young master.”

Lucion’s gaze quickly scanned the surroundings.

Hume, who was standing on the left, moved to the right.

Lucion’s eyes naturally turned right.

Several young girls were seen.

Hume opened his mouth to speak just as a young girl passed him by.

“Your clothes are wrinkled.”

‘Its… young lady.’

Lucion’s brows narrowed slightly.