Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock Chapter 159 - Pilgrimage Route (2)

 

“How did you know that?”

 

Even though Lucion gave permission, Hume opened his mouth without any doubt.

 

It was so worrying.

 

“Of course. I thought that if it was you, you could dream,” Asha said happily and affectionately. Hume’s expression brightened as well.

 

“I had a dream.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Someone told me to be the guide.”

 

“I knew it. You were a guide.”

 

Asha stopped speaking and soon turned and bowed her head to Lucion.

 

“I’m truly sorry. I forgot about our important guest.”

 

“No, if you have something to say to Hume, feel free to do so.”

 

She even knew that Hume was a guide.

 

The information Asha had would surely be helpful for both of them.

 

“Thank you for your consideration. But Lord Lucion, you can come here anytime, so we can take our time to talk again whenever you want.”

 

“I was told that I had to be invited to come here. Is that not true?”

 

Lucion asked.

 

“The invitation was just a means to find you, to deceive people’s eyes,” Asha replied.

 

“It was a lure?”

 

“That’s right. Darkness. Isn’t it a time when just this word makes you a sinner? I can’t be free either, so I had to invite a large number of people to the pilgrimage route just to hide this place and deceive people’s eyes.”

 

‘Good thinking. But in the end, why me? Because I’m a broken vessel?’

 

The words Lucion wanted to say lingered in his mouth.

 

[So, it was all a lie about the Trial of Light?]

 

Russell, who was slowly bursting into laughter, held his stomach and laughed.

 

He doesn’t know why the pilgrimage route was created, but in the end, wasn’t it made for those who received the blessing of darkness? 

 

Without knowing such a situation, those who were blessed with light were talking about sanctuary.

 

It was very funny.

 

[Wow. It’s been a while since I last felt good!]

 

Russell found it difficult to stop laughing.

 

“But the invitation I sent to Lucion was real. Didn’t the darkness choose to come this way and not above?”

 

‘I passed both, right?’

 

Lucion noticed from Asha’s words that there were two tests he didn’t know about.

 

If it weren’t for Ratta, Lucion wouldn’t have known.

 

“Ms. Asha.”

 

Lucion called out Asha.

 

“Please call me Asha. You are too much for me.”

 

“Well, um, what do you mean, the darkness chose me just a moment ago?”

 

“I can’t explain why.”

 

Asha shook her head with a sad face.

 

“I don’t know what the darkness wants. I simply follow the decisions chosen by the darkness.”

 

—That’s right. The darkness isn’t saying anything to Ratta now.

 

Ratta, who was about to run back to the grass, said in a slightly grumpy voice and then dashed off with a ‘hmph.’

 

“So the darkness really chose me?”

 

Lucion deliberately did not mention Ratta. It was the last bit of suspicion he had, wondering if Ratta also knew.

 

“You’re right.”

 

“What if it’s just a coincidence…”

 

“There’s absolutely no chance of that. I’m sending you the invitation and making the choice; it’s all the will of the darkness.”

 

Lucion didn’t say anything more to Asha, given her adamantly denying attitude. 

 

However, there was something that concerned him. 

 

Up until now, she, no, Ravien, had truly seemed like a servant of the darkness.

 

So what did the darkness that the warlock possessed really mean? 

 

Even though they used the same word, it sounded different.

 

“May I ask more questions?” Lucion inquired.

 

“Yes, you can ask as many as you’d like,” Asha replied.

 

“Is the darkness used by the warlock the same as the one you speak of?”

 

Russell, who had been curious about that point, swallowed dry saliva at Lucion’s question.

 

“No, it’s different,” Asha stated firmly before continuing, “The darkness used by the warlock is just a part of the darkness I serve.”

 

So the darkness the warlock possessed was just a part of the darkness Asha spoke of.

 

“Then it’s the same for me, isn’t it?” Lucion glanced at her subtly.

 

If Asha hears the voices of the darkness, she will know what they are saying.

 

“No. Lord Lucion is different.”

 

“Why am I different?”

 

Asha closed her mouth at Lucion’s question.

 

She pulled out the expected words with an apologetic expression.

 

“I don’t know that either. The darkness didn’t tell me.”

 

Lucion was not satisfied with the lack of information, but for now, he had to be content with just that.

 

Still, he got quite a lot of information.

 

“So now I just have to go up the stairs again and start my pilgrimage?”

 

Lucion pointed his finger upward.

 

“No. As I mentioned before, the road up there exists for distinction. Please come this way.”

 

Asha pointed her hand in the direction of the house and walked.

 

“Is that pilgrimage route also a bait?”

 

When Lucion asked, Asha smiled brightly.

 

“You’re right. There are a lot of really interesting stories that seem to have been set up quite convincingly. I enjoy listening to those stories.”

 

It seemed like everyone was just playing into Asha’s hands.

 

It was amusing.

 

“So, what’s different about the real pilgrimage route?”

 

“Are you feeling strangely unwell?”

 

“How did you know that…?”

 

“You absorbed a black orb, didn’t you?”

 

“….”

 

Lucion stood up straight.

 

[I have goosebumps right now.]

 

Russell rubbed his arm.

 

He didn’t know what was going on, but he thought he might be able to find the answer to what the black orb was here.

 

[That… How did you know?]

 

Bethel immediately approached Asha and asked.

 

“I just relayed what I was told.”

 

[Is that so? I didn’t hear anything.]

 

Bethel looked at Asha with a suspicious look.

 

She was a death knight.

 

She could see, hear, and feel where the darkness was.

 

But unlike a moment ago, the darkness says nothing now.

 

“Yes, you’re right. Because the darkness conveyed it only to me.”

 

[What is the reason?]

 

“Because they shouldn’t listen.”

 

[Who?]

 

“I don’t know his name. But I know that the darkness doesn’t want their voices to flow into him.”

 

[Him? Are you saying that he is an enemy of Lord Lucion?]

 

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. As a servant of the darkness, I cannot speak unless the darkness allows it.”

 

Asha bowed her head with a somewhat defiant look, and Bethel was taken aback.

 

She ended up pushing Asha too hard.

 

[I’m sorry. My mind got ahead of me, and I ended up being rude.]

 

Bethel didn’t know what to do but touched Asha’s hand, which was tightly holding the cane.

 

But because no contract was made with her, Bethel’s hand passed through Asha.

 

Bethel hid her hands behind her back, feeling empty for the first time in a long time.

 

“No, I also cannot tell you much, I’m sorry,” Asha said with a warm smile, looking at Bethel.

 

Looking at Bethel with a bitter expression, Lucion answered on her behalf.

 

“You don’t need to apologize.”

 

Lucion pointed ahead.

 

“So now I want you to tell me what it means for me to walk the pilgrimage.”

 

Asha walked slowly.

 

Lucion and Hume also followed suit.

 

“The power contained in the black orb is too strong, almost too much for the body to handle. So, a space that can naturally absorb the power is needed.”

 

“Is that a pilgrimage route?”

 

“That’s right. This is the space that darkness created for you.”

 

“Sounds like they knew I was coming.”

 

“I’m sure the darkness has been waiting for a long, long time, even if it’s not right now.”

 

Asha drew a bittersweet smile.

 

As they passed Asha’s house, they saw a tree. 

 

It didn’t look any different from the surrounding trees, but when Asha tapped the tree a few times with her cane, a door appeared with a swish.

 

“This is the real pilgrimage route.”

 

“Can I ask what’s inside?”

 

[You’re not scared, are you?]

 

Russell nudged Lucion.

 

“It’s not like that. I can at least ask what’s inside, right?”

 

“It’s a path. You just have to keep moving forward.”

 

Asha lightly laughed and answered Lucion’s question.

 

―Lucion, Lucion.

 

Ratta hurriedly came running.

 

Before Lucion could open the door, he looked at Ratta.

 

―Can Ratta come inside too?

 

“Is it possible for one person and one animal?”

 

[How about two ghosts here?]

 

Russell added.

 

In other words, technically, they weren’t people.

 

At the unexpected question, Bethel rubbed her face slightly.

 

[Why? You’re curious, too, Bethel.] 

 

Russell gave Bethel a pointed look.

 

Bethel did not deny it.

 

Deep down, she was curious about what was inside.

 

“I…haven’t tried it.” Asha said, flustered.

 

“In that case, I’ll give it a try.”

 

When Lucion tried to bend down, Hume quickly picked up Ratta and held her out to Lucion.

 

“It would be nice if I could go in with you. Would you be okay with one arm?”

 

Hume asked with concern.

 

“Even if Ratta has gotten heavier lately, I can still handle that much.”

 

―No. Ratta is as light as a feather!

 

Ratta wagged her front paw and grunted.

 

“If you keep shaking your front paws like that, I can’t take you.”

 

―Ratta is as light as a feather!

 

Ratta put down her front paw and grunted.

 

Lucion held back his laughter and asked Asha, just in case.

 

“If it’s really just me who can go in, what happens to the rest?”

 

“They just can’t get in and you won’t get hurt.”

 

“Yes, thank you. I’ll go in then.”

 

Russell grabbed the hem of Lucion’s clothes. Bethel blinked and then smiled.

 

“What’s wrong with you?”

 

Lucion felt goosebumps rising all over his body at the uncharacteristic behavior of Russell.

 

[Just in case. I’m not doing it because I like it, so don’t look at me like that.]

 

“I understand.”

 

Lucion took a step and looked at Bethel.

 

“Aren’t you going to grab my shirt?”

 

[I’m going to Hume.]

 

“I’m fine. I’m not alone, so it’s okay. You can go if you’re curious, Bethel.”

 

Hume smiled at Bethel.

 

[No, I don’t like the feeling of being trapped. I also want to see the scenery around here.]

 

“Then do as you wish.”

 

Lucion didn’t press further.

 

He never asked how long Bethel had been in that underground place filled with corrupted ghosts.

 

She usually went underground easily, but this time was different.

 

Bethel could have been reluctant because it was not a place where she could leave if she wanted to.

 

[Thank you.]

 

Bethel approached Lucion and stroked his head.

 

[You’ll do well and come back. There is no need to be afraid because there is Russell.]

 

“I’m not afraid.”

 

As Lucion frowned, Bethel laughed lightly.

 

Lucion snorted loudly and looked at Hume.

 

“Anyway, I’ll be back, Hume, Bethel.”

 

—Ratta will come back too.

 

[Okay. Be careful.]

 

“Yes. Please come back safely.”

 

Hume stared at Lucion, Russell, and Ratta until they entered the door.

 

“Now then, shall I talk with you until Lord Lucion returns? You can dream better here.”

 

Asha held out her hand to Hume. Hume took her hand willingly.

 

“Great. I was hoping for that too.”

 

[Then, I’ll take a quick look around.]

 

Bethel said to Hume and flew to the right.

 

Hume headed to Asha’ house, supporting her.

 

* * *

 

“Hmm.”

 

As he cautiously opened the door, he saw a frozen world.

 

“No one’s here? Did I come too late? Or is this not the place?”

 

He shook his long hair and stepped outside.

 

The scent of the divine beast of darkness he had discovered was very faint, as difficult as finding a gem in the desert.

 

He looked around.

 

It was flat like a mountain, and there was a mine in the distance.

 

He wiped the ground with his hand and smelled the dirt on his fingers.

 

Smirk.

 

He laughed.

 

At the same time, the darkness trembled with anxiety.

 

“What should I do about this? How can I handle this? They hid it so well. They desperately covered my eyes.”

 

The divine beast was definitely here.

 

Right in this place.

 

He learned the obvious fact that the divine beast of darkness was born here.

 

“Whoever the vessel is.”

 

He chuckled again as he looked at the darkness.

 

“I.”

 

His head tilted slightly to the right.

 

Even his eyes, exposed through his hair, were half-circled.

 

Creepily eerie.

 

“Found it…?”