Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

‘…What?’

Lucion was briefly speechless.

The fact that Miella was the daughter of a viscount was information that had never come out in the .

‘However, whether those words are real or fake, the fact that a blue thread has appeared means that there will be an event that can change my fate.’

Lucion was troubled by the appearance of the blue thread.

‘Apart from that, you’re really giving away an entire mansion?’

Russell’s hideout was still the top priority in Lucion’s mind, but he didn’t want to take that place by force if he didn’t get permission.

‘It’s definitely a lot better than where I am right now…’

Lucion thought it wouldn’t be bad to turn the members into the viscount’s servants.

They would be more free that way.

―Is Lucion going to own a house? In the book that Hume read to Ratta, Ratta heard that being successful means owning a house? So is Lucion succesful?

At Ratta’s words, Lucion held back his laughter.

‘What kind of book did Hume read to Ratta?’

[Hmm…]

Russell murmured.

What kind of person changed so rapidly as if flipping a fry?

[She’s changed so much. I can’t trust her.]

[I think Lord Lucion’s action has exploded something she had always suppressed. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have changed that much.]

[Bethel, you have a point, look at her eyes. She’s got wickedness. It’s flipped over.]

[That… I agree.]

Bethel declined to comment.

Because Miella’s eyes turned like a madman’s.

“So you’re saying you’re the heir to Viscount Chefran?”

“I can prove it. Before I was kicked out, I exchanged the ring, the symbol of the family head, with a fake. You already know that I’m good at it.”

Miella rolled up her sleeves and showed her the bracelet.

He thought the bracelet was noisy but it was decorated with rings hanging in clusters.

Miella showed off a ring that looked more plausible than he had expected.

“You can go to the store and get a confirmation right away. The ring passed down to the family head is special to any noble. I am confident that I can prove that I am the daughter of the Viscountess Chefran by mobilizing the connections I had built before I was kicked out.”

“So, anyway, you’re saying you’re going to give me Viscount Chefran’s mansion?”

“Yes, because I don’t need that mansion.”

Miella raised the corners of her mouth.

It was quite a wicked smile.

“You’re probably bewildered. But that’s how bewildered I was by your suggestion.”

“I admit it.”

Lucion readily acknowledged it with a nod of his head.

“Anyway, isn’t it worth a try?”

When Miella asked, Lucion crossed his arms as if thinking.

“In addition, I will think about it if Miss Miella also lends me the name Chefran.”

“Yes, take it. It would be comfortable to think of it as mutual trust. I have no lingering feelings for the name Chefran.”

“Really?”

Lucion asked just in case.

“Look at this. I, a noble lady, am making items in a small shop like this, right? I don’t want to be a noble now. But I’ll pretend to be a noble lady. Because it will help me.”

“All right. Let’s start by writing the contract.”

Lucion reached out to Hume and he brought him a piece of paper.

Before Miella changed her mind, Lucion intended to quickly have the name and authority of Chefran that she had thrown away.

“Good. Then take off your mask.”

“No, I’ll use jewelry as collateral. Have it.”

Lucion handed a money bag to Miella.

Miella opened the bag with a suspicious expression, but then her mouth fell open.

“T-This is…”

“Yes, I have a lot of money. There will be more in the future.”

Lucion waved the paper.

“Miss Miella will have to sign a statement proving that I am the owner of the Chefran mansion and all of Chefran’s rights.”

Bethel called out to Russell while Lucion was writing on the paper.

[Russell.]

[What is it?]

[Did you teach Lucion how to live?]

[Me? No. Lucion learned this all by himself.]

Russell said with a shrug.

He struggled to endure the pride soaring to his throat.

Lucion was a student who knew how to apply ten things when he pointed to one, so Russell wanted to teach him anything.

[Anyway, Bethel. I’m glad you’re here. Thanks to possession, Lucion will be able to grow quickly.]

[But you can use possession too, right?]

[Isn’t it obvious? If I could, I would’ve done it already]

Russell replied with a bitter smile.

What Lucion wanted was a situation where he could proudly use black magic by turning the darkness into an aura.

However, since Lucion lacked stamina and basics, Russel could not guarantee how long it would take to create a situation where he could use aura on a knightly basis.

Thanks to Bethel, who was a knight, Lucion was able to stretch the time considerably, and he saw that sooner or later, Lucion would achieve the situation he wanted.

“You can sign it.”

Lucion handed over the paper to Miella.

“What’s your name?”

Miella asked.

“Hamel.”

“What exactly do you want from me?”

“You just have to make quality items. That’s all. Then, what do you want, Miss Miella?”

“Don’t cheat. Don’t take my items carelessly.”

“I’m afraid you’ll cut my wrist, so I am too scared to do it.”

Lucion’s mask turned yellow.

Miella also giggled and signed.

“Anyway, I am not at a loss. With this pocket of money, I can start all over again.”

“Yes. That’s what I’m telling you, so Miss Miella, you’d better not think about hitting me in the back of the head either.”

“Back of the head? I don’t want to die. I think I’ll get caught even if I run away. Above all, I needed to settle down. I’m sick and tired of being swept away.”

Miella looked at Lucion with disappointed eyes as she brushed her hair back.

“But why aren’t you asking?”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

Lucion sighed.

“I will only listen while you sign.”

“It’s too short.”

“Yes. It’s because I don’t want to hear it.”

“I see, I’ll just say whatever I want.”

Miella reacted curtly and slowly played with the pen.

“It’s no big deal. A bitch who rolled over took her mother’s place, framed me, and kicked me out. I must have been kicked out because my father also agreed with her, right? That’s why I have no lingering feelings about the name Chefran.”

Tap.

Miella tapped on the desk and let go of the pen.

“Until I pay them back for everything I’ve suffered.”

“It’s a good mindset.”

“Yes, Mr. Hamel just taught me.”

“You mean me?”

Lucion pointed at himself, pretending not to know.

“Of course, it’s you. So, here you go. Today is the most relaxing and enjoyable day of my life.”

Lucion received the paper that Miella gave him.

“Where is it?”

Lucion asked after confirming that it was properly signed.

Miella pointed to the back with her fingers.

“Didn’t you see the lone mansion on the high hill on your way here?”

“It was Chefran’s mansion?”

Lucion asked in surprise.

When he came to Miella’s place, he found a mansion standing alone on a hill.

To be precise, Russell found it; Lucion couldn’t see it because it was hidden by trees.

Bethel couldn’t resist her curiosity and walked around there.

[Ah, there?]

Bethel recalled the mansion.

[The view was nice, and it didn’t stand out because of the surrounding forest, so it was pretty good. The ground is also strong, so I think it will withstand a few magic shots.]

‘Bethel’s review of the mansion doesn’t seem bad.’

Lucion felt the corners of his mouth rise.

If the ground is strong, doesn’t it mean that it is suitable for digging caves?

The rats could also be brought in.

“Pack your staff.”

Lucion put the contract into his pocket and said to Miella.

[What? Right now?]

Russell freaked out.

“Pack…?”

Miella was also bewildered.

Rather, Lucion was at a loss for words at their reaction.

The mansion was not the next-door neighbor, how could he move in right away?

He had never acted so recklessly.

Lucion said with a laugh.

“Because I have to go to the temporary hideout.”

“Right now?”

“Do you have a lot to pack?”

“No, it’s not that… Can you give me a day? It’s a place I’ve grown attached to.”

“The guys whose arms were cut off a while ago will come for revenge, though?”

“I’ll pack right away.”

Miella didn’t hesitate anymore.

While she was packing, Lucion went out of the store and used a contact item.

“Kran.”

[Yes, Hamel-nim.]

“I need to send someone.”

[Someone?]

“Where are you?”

* * *

[It’s crowded.]

As soon as Russell saw the temporary hideout, he opened his mouth.

[There were only 3 people at the time, but now there are already more than 30 people.]

“That’s right. Doesn’t it look too small?”

Lucion said as he slowly walked towards the temporary hideout.

Considering these people, the rats, and the people to be recruited in the future, he wondered if he could embrace them with the size of the mansion.

[It’s certainly narrow compared to the numbers. If he was to look for a hideout, Kran wouldn’t have been able to do this and that. How frustrating must it have been?]

Lucion replied awkwardly to Russell’s words.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect the number of people to increase this quickly.”

Lucion spent two long months.

But he did it in two weeks.

Kran’s skill when he had a lot of money was unusual.

It was different from what he had heard from the ghosts.

His heart leaped with joy.

[So the head of this organization is Lord Lucion…?]

Bethel looked around and was slightly taken aback.

They weren’t forced to fill in just to match the head count.

All of the people roaming around the inn-sized house were more than mere soldiers.

[Right. It’s a fact that only the boss called Kran knows.]

Russell nodded.

“Please stop there for a moment.”

One of the people who were wary of Lucion called him out.

Lucion stopped for now because he wanted to know how they would react and how Kran had educated them,

“Hamel-nim, I…”

When Hume spoke out, Lucion gestured at him to stay still.

Hume nodded and stared at the guards.

His eyes were so fierce that the guards unwittingly swallowed dry saliva.

“Can’t I pass by here?”

Lucion asked.

The guards glanced at Hume and spoke cautiously.

“The area around here is private property. You can’t pass without permission, so please go around.”

“It’s faster to go through here. I ask for your understanding.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Well, I’ll ask for permission, so I’d like you to call the owner here.”

“We only act according to the rules set by the organization, so we ask for your understanding.”

It must have been annoying, but those who he presumed to be guards responded calmly.

‘They have a good attitude.’

Lucion was pleased.

“Then, I am a member of the organization, so please get out of the way.”

From the mask to the hood.

The guard looked at his colleague and whispered in a small voice.

“Do you know him?”

“No, it’s my first time seeing him.”

The guards showed troubled faces and asked reluctantly.

“What’s your name?”

“Hamel.”

The sound came from behind the guard.

Stra walked slowly and winked at the guards.

“If you don’t know anything else, Kran told you to be familiar with the name.”

“…Ah! I remember now that you said it. I mean, this damn….”

“Shh, shh!”

Stra shouted in embarrassment.

“Damn what? Damn bastard?”

When Lucion reacted as if he was dumbfounded, he glanced at Stra.

“No. I told them that you go around a lot on your own. Kran is waiting for you, so hurry up and come in. Ah, Miss Rental, welcome.”

Unlike the way she looked at Lucion, Stra’s gaze toward Hume was very kind.

“You still have a foul mouth.”

Lucion didn’t fall for it.

“I said it wrong.”

The guards, who watched Stra’s embarrassment, recalled Kran’s words and whispered.

“So he’s the only warlock in our organization, right?”

“Right. He’s the one that Kran-nim has spoken about many times and that we should not mention outside.”

“Actually, I joined because the conditions were good. When I heard that there was a warlock, I shouted to myself, ‘oh, my gosh’.”

“Hey, me too.”

He giggled for a moment in response.

“But he’s different from what I expected.”

“I know. He’s more normal than I thought? I knew warlocks looked like monsters.”

“Who knows what’s inside that mask?”

“That’s true.”

* * *

“You’re here, Hamel-nim.”

Kran greeted Lucion as soon as he entered the room.

“You changed your mask. It looks like a nice mask. Ah, how have you been, Miss Rental?”

Kran smiled and didn’t forget to greet Hume.

“Kran.”

Lucion’s voice was slightly heavy as he called Kran.

“Yes, Hamel-nim.”

“I’ll tell you who to kill in the organization first.”

Kran paused at Lucion’s sudden words.