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

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    The Count of Chronia's youngest son became a warlock to live. //Warning this novel is not mine, if the author or any other related person to them finds this translation and will have problem with me posting this please contact me i will take it do...

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    Chapter 269

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    Black orb in hand.
    No!
    Lata, you can't do this! You'll die if you carry the Corruption!
    The Darkness shouted as it appeared.
    Hume threw himself at Latha, retracting the black orb, and grabbed her.
    "Lata. No!"
    -Let go, Hume! Lucion will be corrupted! No one can stop him then! Lata must do it!
    Latta stiffened, looked at Hume, and burst into tears.
    -Lata... she couldn't protect Russell. He disappeared before her eyes... and she couldn't stop Lucion. Lata, she was weak. You're not good enough.
    "......."
    Hume's grip on Lata weakened for a moment.
    Hume's eyes widened and he looked around.
    Russell was nowhere to be seen.
    Nowhere.
    Once he had the black orb in his hand, he heard a dark voice.
    -Lata is in danger. Stop Lata!
    Without hesitation, he lunged at the full-grown black fox, but was that Lucion?
    With his disheveled hair, blood-red clothes, and a foul, ominous odor?
    For a moment, Hume's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Lucion's horribly scarred eyes.
    It was Lucion.
    Lucion, warm as the morning sun, and what had happened to him?
    "It's okay."
    Asha walked over slowly.
    Hume's eyes flickered.
    "I am the orchestrator for this moment."
    "...What."
    Veronia's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Hume.
    She couldn't help but be mesmerized as the glow of the orb grew thicker and stronger, enveloping her.
    "Asha......?"
    How could she not recognize her?
    Asha.
    "The first Ravien, and a traitor to the Ravien."
    Asha stared at Veronia without emotion.
    "...You were alive?"
    Veronia asked, her voice cracking with emotion.
    "You were the one who gave up on us."
    Asha's voice was cold.
    "No. I didn't give up on you, I never did!"
    "Just press it into the light."
    Asha turned her head to Hain and asked.
    "Okay."
    For some reason, Heint immediately ran to Lucion.
    "It's... you again."
    Veronia glared at the darkness that had emerged from her own darkness.
    Only the darkness could hide Asha.
    No, she asked you, you're nothing but a traitor.
    Why should we listen to you? You were never worthy in the first place.
    You're a fake!
    The Darkness sneered.
    "Shinsushi. You can focus now."
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