Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

Chapter 146: Hume is Hume (1)

“Would you like to use the darkness to go down?”

Hume asked.

“We should.”

“Then I’ll carry Ratta with me.”

Hume lowered his head slightly and went down first.

―Woooooooooooooo!

Ratta’s squeal of delight was heard quite deeply.

Bethel smirked at Lata.

[I’ll go first.]

Lucion nodded and pulled out a contact item.

He contacted the southern branch manager, explained the situation earlier and asked him to make room for them.

After disconnecting, Lucion looked down.

When he saw the darkness in the hole, he hesitated because he was reminded of the time he fell into Russell’s hideout.

[The treasure trove and the place where people are locked up are at the same height. It’s not narrow inside and it’s quite wide, so you don’t have to worry.]

Russell spoke to ease Lucion’s worries.

[I’m worried about the wound on your stomach, but with the darkness…….]

“Teacher.”

Lucion took off his mask.

Russell erased his laughter at his serious expression.

[All right.]

“We can collect holy relics because Nevast is a sacred place. But I don’t think we’re just collecting it with good intentions.”

[I think so, too. But there is so little information about the holy relics. Why are they scattered around and how were the relics made? Why is there such bullshit that the God of Light will descend if you gather all the holy relics?]

Lucion breathed a short breath.

“It’s difficult.…indeed.”

[Yes, Lucion. If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t know. How can I turn a blind eye to this? Still, Lucion.]

Lucion looked at Russell.

[You’re doing well.]

Russell tapped Lucion on the head.

[Really.]

“Is that so…?”

Lucion asked hesitantly.

He was just puzzled because there was no standard to judge whether he was doing well or not.

[Yes, you’re doing great.]

Lucion touched his finger at Russell’s words again.

Lucion smiled at the strange feeling that he was feeling.

It was a real pleasure to be recognized by someone for his efforts.

“…I meant Hume.”

However, Lucion was still unfamiliar with the feeling, so he changed his words for no reason.

[I see.]

Russell answered back, chuckling.

“Are you sure he’s really a ‘monster’?”

[At least Hume is not a monster. But it’s clear that there are different parts to people. But Hume is Hume.]

“Yes. I think so, too. Hume is Hume.”

Lucion put on his mask again and went down in the darkness around his body.

―Lucion!

As soon as he landed on the ground, Ratta ran to Lucion, wagging her tail.

Instead of looking at Ratta spinning around him, Lucion turned his gaze to his surroundings.

As expected, he could see the stairs to see if there was a separate exit.

“This way.”

Hume dusted Lucion’s clothes and guided him inward.

“I broke the entrance in advance before the young master came.”

Hume said in a proud voice.

Lucion glanced away.

He heard a sign of movement on the left.

[That’s right. Go straight down there… people are locked up.]

Bethel followed Lucion’s gaze and opened her mouth heavily.

The feeling of wanting to save her quickly flowed into her face and eyes.

Unfortunately, Lucion turned away the gaze for a moment because he had to wait for the member to come.

He couldn’t save them by himself, only causing unnecessary confusion.

[Oh, I’m not rushing you, my lord, so I hope you don’t feel pressured.]

Bethel, belatedly aware that her words could put pressure on Lucion, opened her lips hastily.

“Don’t worry, Bethel. I’m not that thoughtless.”

[I know.]

Bethel slipped a smile.

[Lord Lucion.]

“Say it.”

[Can we go up and check if the members have arrived?]

Bethel pretended to be alright, but she looked uneasy.

“Do as you please, Bethel, without looking at me.”

[Thank you, Lord Lucion.]

Bethel bowed slightly to Lucion and went straight up.

It must be hard for her because this situation is traumatic for her.

It might be mentally better to wait for the members.

―Lucion, there you are.

Ratta walked beside Lucion and looked at him with an expectant look.

―There were a lot of shiny things in there? Ratta wanted to roll around them, but Hume said no because it’s dusty. Lucy, do you think so too?

How much dust can there be?

“It’s okay to roll around.”

―Hehe. Lucion is the best! Ratta likes Lucion the best!

Ratta’s tail wagged so fast that it was nearly invisible.

“You’re going to fly with your tail.”’

Lucion stood in front of what Hume apparently broke.

The iron plate was split on both sides, and there were enough holes for the four to pass by.

“Young master.”

Hume called him before Lucion went inside.

“Yes.”

“There’s a lot of dust. The treasures aren’t properly maintained either.”

‘Is it a slush fund?’

If it was money that was left unattended, it might not have been managed.

Lucion went inside without caring.

But he stopped after a few steps.

He tried to take off the mask for a while, but he gave up without hesitation.

“Ratta.”

―Yes!

“What I said earlier is taken back. I can’t let you roll around in such a dirty place.”

Ratta, who was walking little by little, froze like a statue.

―What about Ratta? Ratta is…….

Ratta cried little by little, but she didn’t insist because she knew she should never say no to Lucion.

She just walked with her tail drooping like a broom.

‘Are you about to dispose of this place?’

Lucion glanced at Ratta, and then turned to the warehouse.

Although it was a treasure trove, the jewels and money were half-stuck in the sacks.

While the other half were scattered on the floor.

‘I can’t even hear the story because there’s no ghost.’

Lucion searched for the papers, feeling sorry for the absence of the ghost. There were always important documents and certificates in the treasure trove.

[I felt this every time, but I should’ve looked around some suspicious places. 

Lucion, how come gold and silver treasures are pouring everywhere you go?]

When Russell grumbled, Lucion brought up the fact that he had been curious about all along.

“Last time, in master’s hideout warehouse, I saw one or two valuable things. There is no reason for you to grumble like this.”

All he saw was only one warehouse, but considering the size, it was highly likely that Russell was well-off.

[What? Was it worthwhile? It wasn’t all antiques…….]

“Teacher… Did you live on your own?”

No way.

[Of course. I made that hideout carefully using the darkness. I can’t throw things away. That’s why my hideout got bigger]

Russell sighed.

[If I knew this would happen, I’d at least get sentimental.]

Lucion was embarrassed when there was not a bit of mischief mixed.

Come to think of it, he relaized that nothing was asked about how Russell had lived and what kind of life he had lived.

Strangely, it didn’t occur to him.

Isn’t that the case now?

But something seemed to suppress his curiosity.

Lucion spoke to Hume for a moment, too, to feel the doubt.

“Hume. Please look at the bag. If there’s paper…….”

―Ack! It’s here! Ratta is the first one to find it!

When Ratta’s voice sounded a little distant, Lucion hurriedly turned his head.

Halfway into the bag, Ratta was shaking her hind legs and tail vigorously.

‘When did she get in there again?’

[He was sneaking away?]

Russell giggled.

“I’ll pick one.”

Hume looked for the object that called him and approached Ratta.

Pops.

As soon as the buried Ratta was pulled out, the bag collapsed and threw up all kinds of documents.

―Look. Look. There’s a lot of paper here? Ratta found it! It’s Ratta!

Ratta shrugged.

When Hume was about to hold Ratta and pick up one of the papers, he suddenly stopped.

“What’s in there?”

Lucion, who was uncomfortable to bend down due to his stomach being pulled, asked, bowing only his head down.

“….The presence is really light in the papers over there, but I smelled Kran.”

[When was Kran released and there are still documents left?]

Doesn’t the fact that there is a document mean that Kran is an important person to them in his own way?

“Where?”

Lucion urged, but Hume replied, with his head bowed, whether he was ashamed.

“I’m sorry. When the papers poured out, they came out in an instant, so I don’t know now because the smell is mixed up.”

“Hume.”

“Yes, young master.”

“Raise your head, and find the object that led you here first.”

Hume’s way to grow was to absorb objects made by mixing bones believed to be “monsters.”

[That’s a good idea. Hume’s growth soon enhances his ability.]

“Yes, I’ll find it right away.”

Hume’s eyes were full of expectations.

―Lucion. Lucion is watching this. Ratta knows Lucion likes letters!

Ratta put the paper in her mouth and put it down in front of Lucion.

There was no place to sit, so Lucion looked around and fell into thought for a moment.

‘If you don’t have it, you can make ado.’

Lucion sat down, making the darkness into a chair.

‘……?’

It was more comfortable than he thought.

Three out of five.

[Oh.]

Russell admired Lucion’s application.

‘I didn’t expect him to make the darkness as a chair. As expected of my student.’

Lucion turned his head stealthily and brought the paper into the darkness with his proud eyes.

Ting.

The red thread that appeared after killing the fake Chayton became tight.

‘Why is this……?’

Lucion examined the paper at once. He saw traces of a fire on the end of the paper.

It was a letter shared with someone, even though he didn’t know if it flew away while burning or who accidentally took it out and put it in here.

“It smells like fake Chayton.”

Lucion flinched at the voice of Hume, who suddenly spoke.

“This letter smells like a fake Chayton?”

Lucion turned his head and looked at Hume.

He was searching the side full of jewels and money.

Perhaps feeling Lucion’s gaze, Hume stopped his movements and looked at Lucion.

“Yes. From the smell, it seems a little over a month.”

“Can you tell the difference?”

“Yes, but you have absorbed some swords.”

‘…What is it? As expected, is he a dog and monster?’

Lucion nodded in wonder.

[If it’s a little over a month, it hasn’t been that long.]

“I know. In terms of time… I think it’ll be around the time I first met Kran.”

Lucion read the letter with a light smile.

―Make sure to burn after reading this.

The first sentence started with a warning.

―I saw the report you’ve handed over so far. I can’t believe Kran was really brought for 100k dell.

‘It’s really that time, isn’t it?’

Lucion was surprised when it hit him as he expected.

―We’re on surveillance now. Take 100k dell and release it. Ten years is a long time. I’ve been watching him, and he’s not capable of rebuilding his kingdom, nor of revealing the truth, and he’s simply incompetent.

‘What a piece of crap…!’

Lucion almost crumpled the paper without realizing it.

They knew he was a prince, yet they held him for 10 years on purpose.

For what?

‘Kran is… He’s going to shed tears of blood if he sees this.’

Lucion was not in a good mood.

―Don’t kill him. Just let him go. His death will unite the people of the scattered Kingdom of Keortia at best, and will seek to find out why the Kingdom of Keortia fell. It’s something that the top wants to do. Well, I’ll say it again for the last time. Burn it.

The letter ended with the words “Burn it again.”

Lucion did not take his eyes off, even though he had read it to the end.

‘What do you mean the reason for the destruction. What happened to it? No, that’s one thing.’

If the place called “top” here was Nevast, it was a big problem.

Doesn’t it mean that Nevast, a sacred state that should remain neutral, broke neutrality and wielded a sword?

As long as you know that Nebast is the Hand of the Void, you know that the kingdom of Nevast is naturally behind the Hand of the Void.

‘That means… this means, I’m condoning the kingdom of Nevast.’

No way.

Lucion’s lips were dry.

Isn’t the size of the enemy bigger than the breaking news of the novel?

[…Kran is going to be a mess when he sees this.]

Russell, who had only moved his lips several times, said with pity.

His life as an illegal slave was all planned out.

Wind Blows.

Lucion trembled as he held the letter in the sudden cold.

-Oh! Ratta have seen it in a book! It’s winter!

As Lucion turned his head, cold air gushed from Hume, exactly from the object Hume was holding.

What the hell is going on here?