Count's Youngest Son is a Warlock// novel translation

Chapter 113

"Three months. Maybe two months at the earliest, but I hear the Holy Nation of Nevast is looking for a change."

Novio's voice sounded a little heavy.

"Is that confirmed?"

"Yes. The date is uncertain, but the fact that Nevast is coming to frontier has been confirmed."

Lucion was calm despite the fact that what Heint had told him was true.

Two months, the minimum.

That meant he had to grow, both as an organization and as a person.

"Nevast doesn't like you, and neither do many nobles in the Empire. I don't know what to make of you among like-minded people."

The Holy Land of Nevast might not even want Lucion himself.

He wasn't even a priest.

With his allergy to divine power, he would be a heretic.

But the stares around him made it impossible to deny himself.

So what would he do in Nevast?

"I will win."

If he disappeared.

No, I'd die.

There would be no cleaner ending.

"That's funny. Who dies so easily?

Lucion raised the corner of his mouth.

"So don't worry about it."

* * *

[...Since Lord Lucion is allergic to divine power, doesn't that make him an assassin by virtue of being a priest?]

As soon as Lucion entered the room, Bethel spoke the words he had been holding back.

"Yes. Perhaps the best assassin of all."

Lucion looked at Hume.

"Hume."

"Yes, Master."

"Tell my brother that I have work to do today, so no training."

"Understood."

Hume replied and sat down at Lucion's desk, pulling out a myriad of invitations.

Lucion sat down at his desk and unwound his fingers.

"Now, let's take a look at the invitations to see how we can get around efficiently, shall we?

Ring.

He was just reaching for it when his contact item rang.

Lucion let out a short sigh, then slowly pulled a mask out of his pocket and slapped it on.

"What?"

Lucion's voice rose slightly.

<Ah. I have some interesting news for you.">

Heroan's voice broke into a chuckle.

Interesting news, given that the Reinhard Mercenaries would be on bed rest for a while, and Krahn would be busy managing both Chefran and Chonest.

"Have you finished investigating the six branches?"

<That's not the fun part>.

"I'm having more fun investigating the six branches."

<Yes, except for you, Mr. Hamel.

"Tell me."

<A baronet in the north, a viscount in the south, and an earl in the north. Or, more accurately, smashed to bits.>