Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

Chapter 138: It's very tempting (2)

‘…It’s done.’

At the gradually changing eyes of the nobles, Lucion felt delighted.

The situation unfolded exactly as he wanted it to.

Naughton waited for a moment and then continued again.

“I would appreciate it if you could send a deep round of applause to the Saint, Lord Lucion Cronia, who has taken a step forward to shine today, apart from for what he has done to the warlocks.”

Clap.

The nobles clapped their hands.

Once the applause began, it grew louder and louder.

―Ehehe! Ratta has always known for a long time that Lucion is great.

When the sound didn’t stop, Ratta shrugged with an ‘ahem’ sound.

The applause was enough, so Lucion took a deep breath and sat down.

Only then did the applause stop.

“Thank you for your hard work, Young Master.”

Hume spoke in a low voice.

If this was the image that Lucion wanted, he was proud.

People turned around at once.

He could barely feel the greed in their eyes as they looked at Lucion.

[I’m so glad that it went as Lord Lucion intended. Great job.]

Bethel patted Lucion lightly on the back.

Ratta had told her how many nagging Lucion had heard from Russell, so she didn’t want to nag at him now.

But her mouth felt itchy.

The light was so strong that it had stung her, so Lucion must have been startled as well.

[That’s right. I am glad it went as Lucion intended.]

Russell’s voice was still sharp.

Lucion looked at Naughton with a slight smile.

After shaking the hearts of the nobles, Naughton immediately went down to the podium and started the auction.

Letting the nobles concentrate on the auction.

It was what Lucion wanted.

The nobles, who could no longer look behind, began to discuss one of the most curious facts with the people sitting next to them.

Who is the young lady sitting next to the Saint?

At first, they thought she was a lesser nobleman who entered the auction house with a barely obtained invitation ticket, but now they were very envious of the shabby spot.

[It’s getting reactions.]

Russell said.

‘Of course, they would respond.’

Lucion’s eyes narrowed for a moment.

You would notice things that you didn’t know when your stock price rose one by one.

“Nice to meet you, Young Lady. My name is Lucion Cronia.”

Lucion talked to Miella, thinking it was the right time.

“I-I am Miella Chefran.”

Miella replied with a stiff face.

At first, she thought this would benefit her, but the fact that he was a saint was increasingly giving her pressure, so Miella didn’t look at Lucion properly.

Before he was a saint, Lucion was a Cronia.

The ruler of the West.

The ruler of the frontier.

Thinking that her head might fly away if she said something wrong, Miella smiled again with difficulty.

Heint, the Imperial Knight standing near Lucion, was also very worrying.

Unlike his appearance, his eyes were very fierce.

[The faces of the aristocrats… They’re consumed with greed.]

Bethel frowned while looking at the faces of the aristocrats around her for a moment.

[That’s a good expression. They must be dying to know why Miella next to Lucion is there.]

Russell also giggled as he watched with curiosity.

―Ratta wants to see it too.

Lucion could feel Ratta running around in the shadows as if she wanted to get out of the shadows right away.

It was not something he could see, but that scene came to mind.

Lucion covered his mouth with his hand and smiled slightly before it suddenly hit him.

Until now, no, he hadn’t known what was Ratta doing in the shadow until just a moment ago.

‘…Does that mean the black orbs are still being absorbed? Is that why I figure out what Ratta was doing?’

Lucion glanced sideways, puzzled.

When he looked at Kran, Reint, and Miella, he couldn’t help but smile.

It was fun in its own way because it was like playing hide-and-seek since they didn’t even know Hamel right next to them.

‘It’s only Quate and Peter who don’t care about the surroundings.’

“I’m sorry.”

Miella apologized instead.

It was rude to stare.

But even if she didn’t want to stare, how could she not?

“It’s fine.”

Lucion thought of sparing his words as much as possible, so he smiled.

As the surrounding lights weakened, the auction house quickly became quiet.

―Oh, it seems about to start. Ratta’s heart is pounding right now.

He could feel Ratta in the shadow almost hanging from the edge of the shadow and staring.

Drr.

By the time the cart was pulled out loud, the lights on the platform became very bright.

Heint was also wary.

He didn’t know what else would happen while the lights were dark here.

At Heint’s gesture, the knights standing behind Lucion stood guarding each side.

Quate glanced at this sight.

Since it was an occupational disease, he roughly figured out how to kill the Saint here, but he barely saw a hole.

In particular, the captain of the Imperial Knights.

That wall seemed quite difficult to break through.

“What do you think?”

Quate asked Peter stealthily.

“It’s possible.”

Peter confidently answered that he could prevent the attack of the Imperial Knights.

“Oh.”

Reint smiled slightly and looked at Peter with curious eyes.

Since it was not easy to see a magician, he wanted to know if his attack would work.

“Focus.”

All three of them shut up at Kran’s word.

When Miella laughed, Lucion struggled to hold back his laugh.

‘…Wow. I’m going crazy. I think I’m going to keep smiling.’

He realized today that pretending not to know someone was harder than he thought.

“Hello.”

At that moment, when the auctioneer who was going to hold the auction introduced himself and mentioned the purpose of the event, Lucion took a deep breath.

“I’ll start lightly. Now, the first thing I’m going to introduce is pottery.”

Along with the auctioneer’s words, the object that had been covered by the cloth was revealed.

The wizard standing next to him used magnifying magic to show the item in detail.

It was pure white porcelain, but he felt something different from ordinary pottery.

“Oh.”

Some of the nobles admired.

‘It’s a real light. That damn light.’

Lucion immediately recognized what was special about pottery.

“Are you okay?”

Heint asked, lowering his voice.

Even if the pottery had light, it wasn’t strong enough to be directed at Lucion.

However, for the first object, its light was stronger than he expected. The next object must have stronger light.

Heint’s brows narrowed.

“I’ll start with the starting price of 100 dells.”

The auctioneer started lightly.

‘It’s a hundred dell… It’s worth a million won, right?’

Lucion was slightly surprised by the starting unit.

‘How much money are they going to get later?’

His money was enough.

However, he was a little worried about the members of the organization because he didn’t know how much money Kran brought.

[Only high-ranking aristocrats gathered, so the starting price is different. How far would they go?]

Russell said, thinking of how much money it would grow.

It was nothing new, but he thought that noble status was really unfair.

[It’ll probably go to tens of thousands dells.]

Russell’s eyes widened at Bethel’s words.

[To tens of thousands dells…? Ha. It’s confusing because our sense of money is completely different. Lucion doesn’t even use that much money.]

[It’s because Lord Lucion really doesn’t use that much money.]

Bethel smiled lightly.

“Yes. Five hundred del, seven hundred del, fifteen hundred…”

Russell and Kran’s eyes shook slightly as the auctioneer’s price continued to rise.

“C-Can it go up like this?”

Miella smirked.

“It’s supposed to be like this. No, it’s a little worse here, to be honest.”

For some people, tens of thousands of dells was a really big sum of money, but for nobles, it was used to maintain dignity.

“Three thousand dells here. Is there anyone else?”

The auctioneer quickly turned his eyes to see if there was anyone else adding money.

“Three thousand five hundred. Three thousand five hundred dells. Anyone else?”

Looking at the surrounding atmosphere once, he held the wooden gavel as if he was about to strike.

There was a short silence.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The gavel rang three times, meaning that the auction was successful.

“Congratulations on your successful bid.”

The auctioneer smiled and looked at the aristocrat who succeeded in winning the auction.

After that, various things came out.

However, nothing could catch Lucion’s attention, and Ratta, who was shining, was also tired and lay in the shadow.

―There’s nothing Ratta likes. There’s light, but it doesn’t shine. Ratta likes it when it’s shiny. That’s why Rata likes the safe at home the best!

‘…Did you go into the safe again?’

Lucion was conscious of the members and managed to hold back his laughter.

How did she get into the safe?

“The next item is…”

―Oh! It’s a bracelet!

As soon as the cloth covering the object came off, he felt Ratta getting up again and wagging her tail.

[I’ve seen that bracelet somewhere.]

Russell saw the bracelet and rubbed his chin.

[Isn’t it the bracelet that Lord Lucion used every morning?]

―Oh! Right, Bethel. Ratta was about to say that. It looks similar to the bracelet Lucion got from Tella.

Even Hume nodded.

Everyone had good eyes, but Lucion didn’t.

He couldn’t see what the pattern of the bracelet looked like until the wizard used the magnifying magic.

‘…Hmm. I should have brought a telescope.’

The moment the wizard use magnifying magic, Lucion’s eyes grew slightly bigger.

“It looks really similar. No, is it the same thing?’

Lucion became interested because he hadn’t heard that Larvis had two tears.

He glanced at Heint.

“Is there anything you want to say?”

Heint asked.

“It looks similar to the bracelet I have, so let me check for a moment.”

“You just need to check?”

When Heint asked, Lucion nodded and took his bracelet out of his magic pocket.

“…!”

At that moment, Lucion pressed his darkness desperately against the intense light that came upon him.

Tak!

Russell flicked his finger.

―R-Ratta got it too!

Heint hurriedly activated the curtain of light and seized the approaching light.

Sssh.

He could hear the sound of heated iron going into the water.

Thud.

Something fell to the ground.

Heint ran there and Bethel asked while examining Lucion.

[Are you okay, Lord Lucion?]

―Yes, Lucion is fine. The darkness just trembled a little.

Ratta answered for him.

“A-Are you all right?”

As Peter pulled off his defensive magic, Miella asked with astonished eyes.

The light just came in, didn’t it?

“I am fine. Thank you for your concern.”

Lucion replied with a subtle smile.

In the meantime, he thought it was fortunate that Miella talked to him because he felt burdened by gazes on him.

[…It wasn’t the light that flew in but the bracelet itself?]

Russell was surprised to see what Heint had picked up.

How could a bracelet fly on its own?

“…A bracelet?”

Heint’s brows narrowed.

This was a bracelet that just came out as an auction item.

Unlike a while ago, the bracelet trembled and floated in the air as it softly let out light.

It headed to where Lucion was, so Heint took a careful step.

The trembling got worse.

Haint’s eyebrows wriggled, feeling as if he had to go that way.

‘What’s wrong with this thing?’

Lucion was also surprised.

The bracelet floated on its own and moved in Heint’s direction.

[Lucion’s bracelet and the bracelet Heint hold in his hand move in the same way?]

[What’s wrong with this thing?]

Bethel and Russell looked dumbfounded.

“S-Saint, are you alright….”

Naughton, who had been running in a hurry since a moment ago, stuttered at the anomaly and pointed with his finger.

“What’s wrong with this bracelet? It certainly wasn’t like this when I checked.”

“I don’t know.”

Heint shook his head.

“May I check if you don’t mind?”

It hadn’t moved before the auction, so the owner of the item was Naughton.

Naughton sweated as he looked inside the noisy auction house.

“Yes, thank you. No, I’d like you to check it out. Then I’ll calm the situation down for a moment.”

Heint moved before Naughton did.

As he approached Lucion, the trembling of the bracelet worsened, so he finally confirmed it.

‘This bracelet… It’s resonating with Lucion’s bracelet.’

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