Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

metown is also Cronia?

 

“Yes, your hometown is Cronia,” said Lucion, with a light mirth to this tone.
Putting on his mask again, Lucion went down the stairs, listening to Hume and Ratta’s pleasant laughs.

 

* * *

 

As Russell said, the four guards by the door, guarding it, did not stop Lucion and Hume, nor did they seem to care.

 

‘It’s a piece of cake.’ Lucion looked at them and thought, ‘I can’t believe they can get money without doing anything.’

 

There has never been such a perfect job.

 

[They may look pathetic, but there’s a reason for their lazy conduct.
A ghost ruled by a warlock roams here.]

 

Lucion was not very surprised because he had already heard it from the ghosts.
However, one thing bothered him.

 

“War―”

 

[The Warlock is not here; and you don’t have to worry about those ghosts.]

 

Russell pointed to himself and asked, [Who am I?] 

 

―Unfortunate genius warlock! replied Ratta in an excited tone.

 

[That’s right.
They won’t be able to see or recognize you.
There’s nothing to worry about.]

 

Russell pointed to the door.
The doors were stacked together like a study room.

 

[You can use the key to open that door and get the information.]

 

‘Information…’ Lucion hurried through the doors, checking each door-plate engraved with a name. 

 

[Cronia is here.] Russell took the lead.

 

Lucion followed him, his eyes wandering to all the names marked on the nameplate.
Most of them were regions that existed within the Tesla Empire.

 

‘What is this place? Is it a place run by the enemy country?’ The more Lucion walked, the more unpleasant he felt.
This was not a normal place.
And he needed to look into the room with the nameplate Cronia.

 

Seeing Russell stop in front of a room, Lucion held out the key to the doorknob, and before he could turn the key, he heard a click.

 

‘Is this a really important key?’ Lucion immediately went inside, and felt his heart sink for a moment.

 

  

In the room, bookshelves filled each wall from head to toe. ‘Crazy bastards…’

 

Lucion Cronia.

 

Novio Cronia.

 

Carson Cronia.

 

Shaela Cronia.

 

Cronia’s client.

 

Knights of Cronia.

 

Things related to Cronia occupied each bookcase.

 

‘… Crazy bastards!’

 

Lucion rushed out of the room and entered the next room; checking the contents, he rushed out. 

 

Every time he came out after checking again, Lucion’s heart throbbed.
Cronia’s room was twice as large as the other rooms, and when it was confirmed that there was, indeed, more data, nausea swept him.

 

It was awful.

 

The faces of the traitors who had sold his own information lingered in his mind.

 

‘All those who sold my information… It must have something to do with this, right?’

 

[…Lucion.] Russell bit his lip.

 

To some extent, he knew that Lucion would react like that; but seeing Lucion like this, he didn’t like it any more.
How can he stop Lucion by pretending not to know when he sees this situation?

 

Emptying his stomach in the corner of the room, Lucion immediately went back into the room where information regarding Cronia was kept. 

 

‘This place isn’t from the novel.’ He didn’t know who made it, but this was a place where secretly collected information was gathered and stored.

 

When the paper for writing information was made separately in the room, Lucion felt his face distort. 

 

“Teacher,” Lucion started, “Like finding a bomb at the last banquet… ”

 

[No.
It’s only been three days.
Since it’s a place, it takes time to use it again.]

 

Lucion took a deep breath at Russell’s response.
His fingertips felt cold.
Muttering curses, he clenched his fist and straightened his back. ‘Even if I break this place down, it will only look the same somewhere else I don’t know.
What I really need to hit is the guy who made this place.’

 

Lucion calmly looked at the stacked papers in each compartment.
Even in each compartment, the amount of paper piled up was different.
The larger the space, the smaller the amount.

 

Lucion looked at the paper containing his information from the box below and found out why it looked different.

 

‘… Does that mean that the higher the number, the more reliable the information is?’

 

The bottom compartment had a lot of absurd content that was mainly based on hearsays.

 

At the top, however, it was written in minute and hour detail; whether it was written by Shen and Devia, and when they went out and who they met inside the mansion.

 

‘The initials are S.D.J.’

 

Just looking at it, it was clear that they were the initials of Shen and Devia Jeven.

 

Lucion also looked at the paper in the top compartment.

 

Novio and Carson also had the initials S.D.J., but they were more spacious than they were.

 

‘You are… D.T.’

 

His eyes roamed narrowed over the paper covering the news of him smashing a few buildings in an experiment with magic.

 

‘You are doing well.’ Lucion moved over to Cronia’s client section. 

 

As Cronia was on the outskirts, it has become self-sufficient.
However, supplies such as ore and textiles that are always lacking in Cronia must be resolved through transactions.

 

‘Cronia conducted a survey focusing on customers who felt neglected and pressured.
Besides, right now, each customer only seems to have a couple problems.’

 

Lucion’s hand, which was holding the paper, clenched, crumpling the paper. 

 

‘Those problems are deliberate… Did you make it?’

 

If these problems were to break at once, Cronia was inevitably going to be in a difficult situation.

 

‘How long have they been preparing?’ Lucion stared at the paper.
He couldn’t take that paper secretly now, either.
He had to act in secret without the enemy noticing it as much as possible.

 

‘Let’s find a solution.
If you just find it, there is already a lot information gathered here… ‘

 

“Young master.” Hume called out quietly.
“It is my turn to act as a butler.” He smiled proudly.

 

Crisp.

 

Along with his smile, the blue thread that followed Hume and Lucion was cut off.