Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

“Isn’t there a nice place near the rocky area?”

Lucion looked in the distance and asked.

No matter how he thought about it, the place where Russell used to be was close to the frontier, so it was a perfect place for a hideout.

Why would people be in the station area, if they could have it?

As a bonus, it would be nice if he could prevent the warlock, who would become Heint’s colleague, from taking the notebook that Russell couldn’t burn.

However, Lucion noticed that he had made a mistake when Bethel looked at Russell’s expression.

“No, I want you to pretend you didn’t hear me.”

[No. The time has come for you to think about the hideout of the organization.]

Russell’s expression was deeply sunken.

Thinking as if he was missing something, he moved his mouth again.

[Look at other places first. You may not like the place I was at, so think of it as a side note and visit it later to check it out. It will be faster that way.]

“I’m sorry, Teacher.”

Lucion apologized cautiously.

He thought that the place he was familiar with would still be familiar even if he died, but he realized that it wasn’t the case.

[No need to apologize, Lucion. It’s a perfect location to use as a hideout since it’s close to the rocky area.]

Russell grinned, but Lucion still kept his mouth shut with an apologetic face.

The loud sound of the horse’s hooves was especially loud.

‘…My memory is empty.’

Russell just remembered his hideout and noticed a problem with his memory.

It was strange to think that his memory was empty even though he had no signs of corruption.

* * *

The weapon craftsman Lucion picked and chose was a blacksmith named Zamad.

He was talented enough to offer things to the Imperial family, but he had no greed other than making things.

Frustrated by this, the children tried to steal the blacksmith skills from Zamad, and Zamad, feeling skeptical that he had been betrayed by his children, came near the border to complete the last sword, and threw himself into the furnace to end his life.

Originally, Zarmad’s story was revealed in the when Heint obtained the last sword.

‘Anyway, since I heard the information from Tella, Teacher won’t doubt it either.’

Lucion’s information from Tella was rather vague, stating that ‘The blacksmith Zamad is somewhere on the border’.

Russell was also worried about how to find him, but Lucion didn’t think much about it.

It was enough to use Zamad’s location and the ghosts that were revealed in the .

[Lucion, do you have a good feeling about this? Can you really find him somehow?]

Russell was surprised to see the ghosts’ fingers pointing at a house.

Certainly, before departure, Lucion roughly said, ‘I think it’s around here’ and took that direction.

Lucion stroked Shandra, who had stopped on her own, saying that she did a good job.

Neigh.

Shandra cried out happily.

“Hang out here for a while.”

Neigh!

After Shandra replied okay, Lucion took out his mask and held it out.

“Teacher, I have a question.”

When he said he had something to ask, Russell’s expression hardened slightly.

“I’m controlling the ghosts to expand my field of vision and to use them as axes for shadow movements. What if another warlock finds out about my ghosts?”

Lucion put on the mask and confessed a concern that had been on his mind all along.

The flowed from Heint’s point of view.

Only those who were blessed with darkness could see ghosts.

Naturally, ghosts didn’t appear much.

Since he was able to use backtracking magic through the controlled ghosts, he wondered what would happen if his own ghosts, which were gradually increasing, were also backtracked by other warlocks.

[Even among warlocks, there are some business ethics, so in principle, there is an implicit rule to not touch controlled ghosts.]

“It’s just a rule, isn’t it?”

[Right. But it’s also a rule that has to be followed. Well, anyway, if you find a controlled ghost and touch it, there are two possibilities.]

Russell stretched out his two fingers.

[Either they used it as backtracking, or they took control of the controlled ghost again. It’s usually the former. It’s hard to dominate again. No, you can say that warlocks don’t touch controlled ghosts in the first place.]

Lucion pondered for a moment.

If they touched the controlled ghosts, they could steal fascinating information related to the warlock who controlled the ghost, so he wondered why they didn’t bother.

“Can you tell me why?”

[The controlled ghost isn’t stupid, they wouldn’t stay still. An alarm goes into the warlocks who dominated the ghosts. Is there any reason to have enemies? And by the way, you’re one of the fast ones.]

“What do you mean?”

[Controllong ghosts. You can say that there is probably no warlock who can dominate so easily and quickly like you.]

Russell confessed a fact he didn’t want to tell in case Lucion became conceited.

“…What?”

At those words, Lucion made an expression of incomprehension.

He glanced at Ratta.

‘Is it all thanks to Ratta?’

[Do you know how the darkness reacts when you put darkness into other ghosts for ordinary domination magic?]

“I don’t know.”

Lucion answered while wearing the mask.

[It’s dirty! I don’t want to take a single step into this terrible place! They shouted like that.]

―Really? Lucion’s darkness never said anything like that, though? Everyone kindly followed Lucion’s words.

Ratta pricked up her ears and asked.

[That’s why it’s unique. Ghosts are dark beings, but they are destined to become corrupted in the end. That’s how dark they got. If you look at it from the darkness’ point of view, it must be a place covered with filth, right? Would you like to step on it?]

Lucion’s mask turned brown at Russell’s question.

“That’s terrible. I don’t want to go even if I die.”

[Right. That’s the normal reaction, but your darkness… It’s unique no matter how much I look at it.]

[I agree with Russell. As for the ghosts I’ve seen that were dominated by Lord Lucion, there were six of them until today.]

―No, let’s see, the ghosts that Lucion controlled…

“There are up to 17.”

Hume said.

As soon as Lucion brought out his mask, Hume knew Lucion would work as Hamel and immediately changed his appearance to a girl.

[17… Hold on.]

Bethel, surprised by the number 17, was horrified to see Hume standing calmly.

Bethel’s eyes moved busily from side to side.

Hume had disappeared and a girl was standing in his place.

Her face was so different that it was hard to believe it was Hume.

[No way, you can’t be Hume… right?]

“That’s right. I’d like you to call me Rental now.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.”

Lucion said while carefreely putting on his cloak.

“Rental is a monster and has the ability to transform. She has many other abilities.”

He knew that Bethel couldn’t understand with such short words, but the fact that Hume was a monster was hard to explain in the first place.

[…It’s the first time I’ve been in such a shocking situation since I died.]

Bethel looked at Lucion and the party with wavering eyes.

Lucion, the warlock and the saint.

Lata, the divine beast of darkness.

Russell, who was not even a death knight but was strangely strong.

And Hume, the monster.

She thought it would be a combination that was difficult to gather.

[Well, I agree with you.]

Russell giggled, knowing the shock Bethel was going through.

What else could he do if his student was too good?

[Anyway, Lucion. The more ghosts you have, the better for you. Even if a warlock touches your ghost, you don’t have to worry because I, your teacher, have a way.]

“Then I won’t have to worry.”

Only then Lucion was relieved and pressed the hood deeply.

He approached the house where white smoke was rising from the chimney.

The furnace was spinning, and just by getting close to it, he could feel the heat.

‘It’s already hot, but it’s really no joke in the summer.’

As soon as Lucion felt the heat, he felt as if the real summer had come.

Even if he didn’t, it was early summer now, so summer would come soon.

‘As expected, I’ll need an ice wizard too.’

―It’s warm.

Perhaps because in the horse, she had been blown by the wind the whole time, Ratta ran vigorously toward the furnace where the heat leaked out.

Clang!

Zamad, who was in the middle of hammering, seemed unaware of the arrival of an uninvited guest.

―Uooh!

Ratta’s eyes twinkled when she saw it for the first time in her life.

Sparks flew every time Jamad hammered the anvil, and the furnace continued to burn like a monster’s mouth.

In addition to that heat, even Ratta’s eyes were dyed red.

Lucion said before Ratta got closer to the furnace.

“Ratta. If you jump into the furnace, you’ll melt, so don’t get any closer.”

If he didn’t say it, the curious Ratta might have put her paw in that furnace.

Ratta, who had just taken a step towards the furnace, stopped and looked at Lucion.

―Really? Is Ratta really going to melt?

Ratta asked in tears.

Ratta didn’t want her hands and feet to disappear.

“Come here.”

At Lucion’s beckoning, Ratta rushed to Lucion.

Lucion patted Ratta and looked at Zamad.

Lucion felt that he had come to the right place as Zamad only hammered as if he weren’t going to talk.

Didn’t he really smell like a craftsman?

[…This is craft?]

Looking at the sword thrown on the floor like a failure, Russell swallowed his saliva.

[All the swords are no joke.]

Russell sat down on the floor and was busy examining the sword.

[…Sigh.]

Even Bethel knelt on the floor and swallowed her saliva at the sight of the sword.

[Is this what it means to be captivated? Look at this blade.]

It felt so vivid as if the blade would come to life at any moment.

Bethel carefully brushed the sword with her finger.

[…It’s different.]

There was little that the ghost could feel, but even that small difference was definitely different.

[This is really a great sword.]

“Excuse me.”

Regardless of whether he heard him or not, Lucion greeted Zamad first.

“If the thing on the ground is a failure, can I try swinging it?”

If Russell and Bethel reacted like this, it meant that Zamad’s failure was also significant.

Lucion wondered if the failed work would be able to overcome Hume’s power.

“If you don’t want to talk, it’s okay to nod your head.”

Clang!

Still, Zamad did nothing but hammering.

“Well, all right. Then I’ll think of it as picking up a stone rolling on the floor. Please let me know if you are offended by my remarks or if you have a problem with my behavior.”

Lucion waited for a moment.

But Zamad did not respond.

Doesn’t silence mean positive?

The mask turned yellow.

Lucion took the swords and handed them over to Hume.

“Then, swing it as much as you want. I wonder if it can withstand your strength.”

Hume hesitated.

“Will it be all right? I’m worried that it might break again.”

“Whatever, it’s just a rock anyway.”

[Lucion! That’s not right. What do you mean this sword is a rock?]

Russell said in astonishment.

What kind of eyes does Lucion have that he cannot recognize the true value of the sword?

[If it’s this sword, it’ll be able to withstand Hume’s power.]

Bethel said confidently.

‘Will it?’

Lucion had different ideas from the two.

There must be a reason why the craftsman thought it was a failure.

“Think of these as stones scattered on the side of the road, and swing them comfortably. Otherwise, there would be no point in coming here.”

Hume held the sword without further hesitation at Lucion’s urging.

“…Wow.”

Hume was surprised.

It felt light as if it would fly away when blown.

Hume leaned back with the sword in his hand.

When he felt like he’d stepped back enough, he swung his sword.

Swish!

Both Lucion and Ratta were startled by the sound that seemed to cut through the wind.

‘What? It looks like he’s wielding a club rather than a sword.’

“Young Master!”

Hume’s eyes twinkled.

It wasn’t broken.

Hume swung once more, then twice, three times with an excited face, and then hit the floor.

Pop.

Hearing the uneasy sound, Hume involuntarily let go.

“…Young Master.”

Hume called Lucion, looking at the broken sword.

Tak.

Then, Zamad got up from his seat.

At the same time, Hume looked up in amazement at Zamad, who seemed to be two meters tall.