Count's Youngest Son is a Warlock-Chapter 160: Pilgrimage Route (3)

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Lucions eyes darted around desperately.

The fact that he, Ratta, and Russell had entered was less surprising than the landscape that lay before them.

Darkness surged around them like waves, and despite the absence of light, the path ahead was incredibly bright.

Even fluorescent beings were scattered around, moving.

It felt like they had entered the depths of the sea.

Ive seen it a lot somewhere?

Lucion squinted his eyes halfway.

Woah! There it is, there. Uh

Ratta closed her eyes tightly and thought hard.

[The boundary between life and death.]

Thats right! Russell showed it at the Great Light Temple. Hehe, Ratta remembered!

Ah !

Lucions eyes widened at that moment.

He remembered that Russell had used his darkness to actually cross the boundary between life and death to find the bomb in the temple.

The scenery he saw back then was very similar.

So, is that fluorescent darkness?

[If this place represents the boundary between life and death, then it must be.]

It didnt make sense if that being hovering near Lucion and Ratta wasnt darkness.

Lucion walked with relief only after hearing Russells words.

Although the surroundings were completely dark, it wasnt uncomfortable because everything was visible.

In fact, it was strangely refreshing, as if his pain and fever had subsided, leaving his mind clear.

Is there something here?

Lucion asked as he walked.

[I dont know.]

The answer that came back was obvious.

Since it was a place that Russell and himself had never been to, no one knew what would unfold in front of them.

Lucion fell silent.

Asha had said that this place was naturally designed to absorb the power of the black orbs.

How does it absorb it?

Can it absorb all the power?

Doubts piled up one after another.

-Is it comfortable? Is it easy to breathe?

The darkness spoke.

Yes, thats right, Lucion replied, and the darkness blinked and twisted its body in response.

-Lucion talked to me. Ah, Im so happy!

[Why do you like Lucion so much?]

Unlike its appearance, Russell couldnt help his curiosity about this overtly displayed affection and asked.

-Because its Lucion.

-Because he is a lovely child.

Darkness spoke proudly.

[Thats true. But what makes Lucion different from anyone else?]

Russell nodded and asked again.

Even Lucion, who had been momentarily embarrassed, was curious, so his eyes were fixed on the darkness.

Ratta knows! Lucion is very, very affectionate. Kind. Beautiful. Adorable!

Ratta!

Lucion urgently called Ratta.

Yes, yes. The affirmative words of the darkness were so loud and clear, unlike its appearance, that they could be heard distinctly.

Lucion felt so embarrassed that he could have died. His cheeks burned.

Why?

Thats enough.

But Ratta can say more.

Thats enough.

Fine. Ratta can say more, but because Ratta is kind, Ratta will only say this much. If you ask Ratta later, Ratta will tell you more.

Okay.

Lucion replied modestly, though he didnt really want to.

[You tell me.]

But Russell didnt smile like usual. He was extremely serious, perhaps because he thought it was an issue that must be addressed.

-You know it, Russell.

[I know?]

Russell asked in surprise.

-The darkness spread everywhere, so as long as I spoke out loud, the darkness had no choice but to listen.

But what the darkness just said was different.

It sounded as if the darkness knew Russell past.

-Ah. Youve lost your memory, havent you?

-Shh, thats enough. Even in this space, its dangerous.

-Right. Thats true. I cant say this. Its useless to ask again. I cant say it.

In response to the continuing words of the darkness, Lucion spoke up.

Who are your enemies that youre being so cautious about?

-Ask Russell. I mean, if he finds his memories.

-We cant talk. Were in trouble.

-Thats right. Were captured. Were trapped, and we hate it.

Lucion tried to catch the hints that the darkness was throwing at him.

There was definitely a being, a being so significant that even the darkness was cautious.

Regardless of what it did, it seemed like that being was suppressing the darkness.

Because of that, perhaps there was a system in place where any specific or important words spoken out loud would be detected by that being.

Then, how can I find the teachers memories?

Lucion asked.

-Theres a black orb. Collect them.

Can collecting black orbs really help Teacher regain his memories?

-He might not be able to regain all of them. That was the price.

-But if you collect the black orbs, then maybe he can get back what he lost in return.

A price?

Lucions eyes turned to Russell.

[Yes. A price. One of the prices for using a certain black magic was the loss of my memory.]

After coming this far, Russell wondered what else he could hesitate about, so he spoke up.

Teacher, you used black magic? What kind of black magic is this?

Lucion stopped walking.

Then the darkness approached Lucion and urged him to keep moving.

-No, dont stop. Keep going. Its not safe to stop here.

-You are in pain. You must keep walking to avoid the pain.

Reluctantly, Lucion resumed his slow walk.

Looking at Russell.

He wondered why he had to walk, but what he was most curious about was the black magic Russell had used.

[Even if you look at me like that, I dont know. The information I obtained from the notebook is just as vague as what the darkness has revealed. Its like having a single grain of a puzzle with the core missingfragmented and incomplete.]

Russell let out a short breath, a look of frustration on his face.

Ill find it for you.

Lucion was planning on collecting black orbs anyway.

He was curious about the story behind what the black figure had mentioned, and he could become stronger himself.

Above all, since it is said that Russells memories can now be found, the black orbs have become an item that must be obtained.

[Okay.]

Russell turned his head slightly. He felt like he had given Lucion a burden.

Then how many black orbs are there in total?

-Hume will tell you. Because he is a great guide.

You cant even tell me how many?

Even though Lucion heard the reason at first glance, he felt really frustrated.

Hand of the Void. Is he the head of that group?

Or is it something else? free(w)ebnovel(.)com

No matter how much I twist the story, its becoming too different.

Lucion felt a sense of guilt creeping up his chest as the situation changed due to his presence.

-We created this space according to the most natural space we exist in.

-It is also a place where no light enters at all.

-So there is no disruption. If you walk to the end, it will help you absorb the power naturally.

The darkness spoke happily.

Are you helping me?

Lucion thought.

But it wasnt too bad for now.

The black figure called himself a broken vessel.

A broken bowl was bound to leak, no matter what you put it in.

Ratta loves it here! Its like a cozy quilt.

Lucion moved forward, looking at Ratta, who was as happy as the darkness.

Its okay as long as its fun.

The darkness, which had been close enough to cling to at first, now watched Lucion from a distance.

Lucions steps also changed cheerfully.

The more he walked, the lighter his body became and the better he felt.

Can I come again next time?

Lucion asked with a smile.

-If it really gets a lot better, wouldnt it be better to come here somehow instead of getting another black orb next time and suffering like now?

-Yeah! Youre welcome

The darkness suddenly stopped speaking.

?

When Lucion looked back with a feeling of doubt, the group of fluorescent lights that had been following him stopped and whispered among themselves.

But he didnt hear as much as that.

What happened?

When Lucion looked at Ratta, Ratta just pricked up her ears and shook her head.

Ratta cant even hear it. Ratta doesnt know what it says either.

[For now, dont worry and walk calmly. Just focus on recovery, Lucion.]

Russell forcibly turned Lucions head.

It bothers me. A lot.

[Yeah, its bothering you, and so am I. But for now, lets focus on your recovery].

Can you guess who Asha was talking about and who the darkness was referring to?

[If you ask me who has lost his memory, what will come out?]

Then how about we go to Teachers hideout and search properly?

[No. You still wont find him].

Russell said it clearly.

Why are you so sure? Wasnt there a trace left in the notebook?

[Even though Im a genius, I barely managed to hang on to the notebook, and I had cast black magic on a piece of paper.]

Russells eyebrows twitched. His voice was a little louder than usual.

[Think about it, Lucion. Do you think I wouldnt have tried everything to let myself know? And yet, I could only cast black magic on a small notebook. What does that mean?]

I understand.

The last thing Russell did was cast black magic on a notebook.

[Thats the price. Thats what I am now.]

Russell smiled bitterly, placing a hand on Lucions head.

[Im glad I have you, at least. Without you, I would probably already be a deranged, red-eyed, corrupted ghost.]

His laughter followed, but it lacked its usual warmth and lightheartedness.

Im glad too. If Teacher hadnt rescued me, I would have been trapped in that room with no fingernails left.

Still, Lucion chuckled and held out his hand.

Unlike before, his nails had grown back nicely.

What about Ratta?

Ratta stepped between Lucion and Russell and looked at them both.

[Yes, Ratta, Im so glad to see you too.]

Russell patted Rattas head.

Ratta wagged his tail and looked up at Lucion.

The best thing I ever did was meet you, Teacher, followed by you, Ratta.

As Ratta processed the realization that she was the second, a wave of shock washed over her.

She came to a sudden halt, her body trembling.

Ratta cried while looking at Lucion.

Ratta is not the first ? Ratta As for Ratta, Lucion is the first one. Its all first.

Lucion lifted the drooping Ratta with one hand and walked forward again.

Tears were soon dripping down the back of his hand.

He wondered if his words were that sad.

I cant forget the moment you pulled me out of that pit, Teacher, and thats why.

Rattas ears, which had been drooping helplessly, perked up.

Are you talking about a time when Lucion was very, very sad, not a time when he was very, very sick?

Yeah.

Ratta turned her head and looked at Lucion.

Because she was born from Lucions darkness, her blue eyes, which resembled his, were full of tears.

You dont hate Ratta, do you?

Why would I hate you?

Rattas tail wagged.

Its okay as long as Lucion doesnt hate Ratta. Ratta is happy about that!

[Have you ever scolded Ratta secretly?]

Russell asked, petting Ratta.

I have never done that. Why should Ratta be scolded?

Sometimes Ratta spills the tea hes drinking with her favorite ball, runs at him because she likes cookies and knocks over dishes, plays with her tail and disturbs the materials hes organized, and plays by pulling his own hair with her front paws, but thats about it.

Its just her way of having fun.

Ratta is okay now. You can put me down.

Ratta whimpered and squirmed in Lucions arms, so he gently released her. freewe bnovel .com

She trotted down the street as cheerfully as if shed never cried before.

Its good that she recovered quickly.

Lucion, who was laughing, looked at the darkness that was still standing there.

What is darkness talking about so seriously?

[Why dont you ask me?]

What are you talking about?

[I lost my memory in return. I didnt tell you this easy thing; you should be angry.]

Teacher, you are not ready to tell me, so why would I be angry?

Lucion had a secret he couldnt tell Russell.

Who has the right to reveal Russells secrets on such a topic?

[What I did really well was have you as my disciple, Lucion.]

Lucions heart grew as heavy as the smile on Russells face.

Secrets were such a terrifying thing.

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Hume opened his eyes.

He rolled his eyes here and there and looked at Asha.

Did you have a good dream?

It wasnt a hand this time. I saw a shape, a shape I recognized but I dont remember it.

Hume frowned.

The figure told him how many black orbs it had.

It was all too familiar.

Thats okay. Dreams are dreams, so you dont have to force yourself to remember them.

Asha gently stroked Humes forehead.

Until Hume fell asleep, Asha told him what she knew of Ravien.

Where she came from, where she lived.

Asha is so kind.

Hume raised his upper body and looked at Asha. Asha smiled warmly.

But why doesnt the darkness speak to me?

Hume blinked.

He could barely hear the darkness in the first place.

The Guides are different, even among the Raviens.

Asha started to speak, then paused.

Well have to talk about that later, now that Lord Lucion has returned.

Author's Thoughts

ugh... I want to hug Lucion...

Fyi, the darkness speaking format is (-)

Ratta is ()

Russell and Bethel [abds]

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