Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

“Then give me your arm.”

At Eol’s request, Lucion proudly held out his arm.

Eol licked his lips at that arrogance.

His fingertips trembled because the Emperor’s pressure to inspect it without ruining the declaration ceremony coexisted with the pressure to catch the warlock.

“My son of light. I know it hurts, but I hope you don’t resist the light.”

Eol took a few breaths to shake off the pressure and spoke.

It was nonsense, but Lucion just replied for now.

“All right.”

Eol took his breath away and put his hand on Lucion’s wrist.

Even though he only raised his hands, the attention of all the nobles and priests sitting there was drawn.

The Emperor looked directly at them because they were close, and the princes and princesses looked at each other, pretending not to see them.

When everyone held their breath, light gushed from Eol’s hands.

‘…Whoa.’

Lucion was slightly surprised.

The Emperor told Eol to do it in moderation and Russell said that the light was low, so he thought at best it would feel like eating Ratchos.

But he was wrong.

It felt like a tortoise crawling through his veins.

[It may hurt, but don’t try to resist, Lucion.]

Lucion tried to relax his body as Russell told him.

But as the throbbing grew deeper and deeper, like a fingernail pressed against the skin, he couldn’t stop the groans that came out.

The place where the light had already passed felt like burning, and even his legs were shaking spontaneously.

“Until when are you going to do this?”

Carson asked urgently.

But Eol couldn’t answer.

If he lost his concentration now, the light would lose its balance.

In order to determine whether Lucion was a warlock, he had to use light to look at the entire body.

This was because cunning warlocks used various methods, such as driving darkness into corners of their bodies, to avoid priests’ inspections.

Eol moved the light most carefully and quickly based on his experience so far.

‘It’s clean.’

The more Eol examined Lucion’s body, the more he realized that darkness, light, and even mana were not manifested in his body.

If there was mana, the moment it touched the light, it would shake like a wave, and if there was darkness, it would shake in agony and soon attack the light.

‘…I was wrong.’

Eol looked at Lucion who was suffering from pain.

‘It’s not him.’

Eol paused for a moment as the light stayed on.

‘…What is this?’

It was different from the amount of light that started out.

As if Lucion resisted the light.

But it wasn’t the time to think.

Lucion’s face turned pale as if he was about to vomit blood, and the tremors in his hands were unusual.

Eol hurriedly withdrew his hand.

“The verification is complete.”

As for what Eol would say, everyone waited for his next words.

“Thank you for your hard work, son of light.”

By bowing down, Eol proved it.

The fact that Lucion was not a warlock.

In an instant the hall became noisy.

It surely was proof that Lucion, who had a divine allergy, really received the blessing of the Divine Beast.

“It was true. Divine Beast really blessed you.”

“The Divine Beast has chosen our empire.”

But Lucion took it quite calmly.

The red thread that connected to the Eol broke.

At the remarks of Eol, the High Priest of the holy nation of Nevast, Lucion became a perfect civilian outwardly.

[Good job, Lucion.]

Russell also said calmly.

It was the result of enduring the pain of light.

No, it was also a victory for Lucion, who had endured pain every day to develop tolerance.

“If you want to throw up, just do it.”

Lucion just smiled when he received Carson’s handkerchief.

‘…Light resistance worked.’

He didn’t know it because he had been hit with a lot of light in the past, but he finally realized that he had tolerance.

‘Thank you, Teacher.’

Lucion looked at Russell.

‘Thank you, Ratta.’

Then he looked at the shadow where Ratta was.

Whenever the darkness that touched the light crawled like a slug burned down, he could feel Russell and Ratta forcibly holding onto the darkness.

He couldn’t have done it alone.

His heart swelled.

“In a moment, we will hold a declaration ceremony.”

The Emperor smiled and gave a powerful voice.

* * *

Lucion grunted while the Emperor deliberately spoke out long words and the Imperial high-ranking officer came out and talked.

[He sent light to every corner of your body, so you’ll be in pain for a few days.]

When Lucion looked at the shadow, Russell said again.

[Ratta is fine, just mind your body. The power of light doesn’t work even with painkillers.]

Lucion turned his head with difficulty and faced Hume.

His purpose changed slightly because of Eol, but his real purpose was to figure out who wrote the information about Cronia which he had obtained from the underground place below the inn.

Hume nodded.

“…Lucion Cronia, come here.”

After the High Priest stepped down, the Emperor called Lucion.

Veros was standing at the High Priest’s side.

He was so nervous that anyone could see it from afar.

“Call out the Divine Beast.”

However, even if he was nervous at the Emperor’s command, he naturally summoned the Divine Beast.

—I heard the whole story. You don’t look well, child of darkness.

Divine Beast nodded and greeted Lucion as soon as he saw him.

For a moment, the hall was in a state of commotion.

Divine Beast bowed his head.

Only High Priest and Veros, who had already seen it once, were calm.

“Th-the Divine Beast….”

Eol clenched his fists and unwittingly lifted his hips.

His eyes were on Lucion.

[He’s smiling without knowing what’s going to happen to him]]

Russell giggled at Eol.

He didn’t know it was the act of digging his own grave.

Eol was one of the precious cards for Lucion.

Since he proved it himself that Lucion was not a warlock, he could be used as a shield whenever Lucion was caught.

At Russell’s giggling laugh, Lucion also wanted to look at Eol and laugh openly.

But Lucion lowered his head to Divine Beast.

“Good to see you, Divine Beast.”

—Good to see you, Ratta.

Ratta opened her mouth, which she had endured, to the Divine Beast’s greeting.

—Uncle Divine Beast… Hop! Can Ratta speak now?

[Right. Lucion is already verified, and Eol is busy messing around with other guys right now.]

—Uncle Divine Beast. Look at Ratta. Ratta grows up. Ratta will grow up like this and become like Uncle Divine Beast.

—Yes, Ratta. You must have eaten a lot and slept well.

—Hehe. That’s right. Ratta slept well, and ate more and more meat!

‘It’s fascinating.’

Lucion turned to the surroundings.

It was hard to believe that only he and Russell could hear the trivial conversation between two Divine Beasts.

At this point, people who were busy admiring the fact that Divine Beast had bowed his head seemed foolish.

“Divine Beast-nim.”

Veros bowed to Divine Beast.

—Why is Uncle Divine Beast still Uncle Divine Beast? Lucion gave Ratta a name right away.

Ratta asked in a questioning voice.

—Veros, that kid’s nice, but he doesn’t understand me.

Divine Beast’s eyes turned to Veros.

—Not only that child, no one with the power of light can hear my voice.

Divine Beast’s eyes slowly subsided.

He had said something similar before.

People with the power of light didn’t understand Divine Beast’s words.

—Why can’t they hear you? That’s weird. Lucion, Russell, and Hume listen to Ratta well?

Divine Beast smiled at Ratta’s naive question.

He smiled like an old man looking at his hometown which had become a wasteland.

“Divine Beast-nim. I want you to prove to Young Master Cronia that your blessing is true.”

Divine Beast nodded at Veros’ soft words.

—Child who follows the darkness.

—It’s Lucion. Lucion Cronia.

Ratta revealed Lucion’s name.

—Yes, Lucion.

Divine Beast approached Lucion, staring lovingly at the shadow where Ratta was.

For a moment, Lucion almost stepped back.

It was because he remembered the time when he was blessed by Divine Beast.

—If you have a chance, won’t you give me a name too?

Lucion looked up and nodded slightly.

—Thank you.

Divine Beast’s voice was filled with deep gratitude.

“Troy.”

Lucion opened his mouth as if talking to himself.

He still couldn’t understand the existence of the Divine Beast, but that Divine Beast had appeared in the world through the priest many times and disappeared.

Each time, Lucion knew how frustrating and empty it would be if he was called ‘Divine Beast’ instead of his name.

‘I know that feeling.’

It was like when a ghost called him ‘a moron’ instead of a name.

The meaning of the name should be important, but what Divine Beast needed right now was just a name.

Lucion remembered the first time he met Divine Beast and brought up the name that came to mind.

“Troy.”

When he said the same word twice, not just once, Divine Beast stopped walking.

—Troy.

Once, twice.

Every time he said the name, Divine Beast’s expression softened like a child.

“Look at that. The Divine Beast is smiling.”

Without knowing why, people pointed to Troy’s happy appearance.

—That’s a good name.

Divine Beast hastened the paused steps and put his forehead on Lucion.

—That’s a really good name.

—That’s right. It’s a really pretty name!

Even Ratta laughed.

—Lucion.

Divine Beast looked at Lucion with warm eyes.

—This position will be a great shield for you. I hope for you and I bless you.

Light slowly emanated from Lucion’s forehead.

—But this shield doesn’t stop everything.

A sun symbol of light appeared on Lucion’s forehead.

—But please, I hope this shield will be an umbrella to cover the rain.

Troy’s eyes closed softly.

“The symbol of light… The symbol of light has appeared!”

Someone shouted.

“To Empire and His Majesty’s infinite glory!”

“Blessing to the God of Light!”

“The joy of the birth of a saint!”

People were starting to go wild.

The sun pattern that rose from Lucion’s head passed through the ceiling and rose high into the sky.

The sound of the people outside the palace reached the palace.

[It’s creepy.]

Russell rubbed his arm in this delicate situation.

At this place today, Lucion had truly become a recipient of a divine blessing.

“Today!”

The Emperor raised his voice.

“A man of divine blessing has been born! I will give Young Master Lucion Cronia the title of the Saint.”

Saint.

It was a title that very few priests had received.

“Long live the Saint!”

As soon as the Emperor’s words were finished, people shouted.

‘…That’s no joke.’

Lucion’s mouth naturally dried up.

The Emperor looked at the High Priest.

“Will you allow this title, too?”

“Of course, Your Majesty. It’s a great honor.”

The High Priest bowed his head and looked at Lucion as soon as he lifted his back.

“In our Great Light Temple, I will give Young Master Lucion Cronia the seat of ‘Honorary High Priest’.”

‘Wait a minute.’

Lucion frowned slightly.

‘You said you’d give me a seat as an honorary priest.’

As if competing with the Imperial family, the high priest secretly added the name ‘high’ in the honorary priest title.