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

Chapter 270

Episode 270. The Fifth Tale (2)

You still have questions, but you know that the world is repeating itself in Veronia's hands.

That she knows the Hand of the Void boss.

Everything the black figure had told him so far was a story that could only be told by the Lucion Kronia who had lived through it.

The black figure removed its mask.

"Correct.

It smiled into its own face.

Thud.

The black figure's dropped mask clattered to the floor.

"Well done, Lucion.

Lucion reacted in disbelief to the black figure's praise.

"Why are you surprised?

The black figure smiled again.

"Ah. You're a sucker for compliments.

Lucion was displeased to see the same face as if he were looking in a mirror.

Regardless, the black figure began circling around Lucion.

"It's all so foreign to me, growing up with all the accusations and name-calling from ghosts and people telling me I'm crazy. Love? Where was the time to feel that when I could barely protect myself?

Another.

'My father grew tired of covering for me, my brother avoided me, my sister ran away, and my mother.......'

The black figure swallowed hard.

Another.

'I was neither this nor that, neither Kronia nor could I be Kronia, but what I craved was Kronia's name, and I wanted power.

"What are you doing, now?

Lucion asked impatiently.

'Introducing myself.'

The black figure smirked.

"You and I must be Lucion Cronia, but you and I are different. So we should introduce ourselves.

The black figure resumed its paced walk.

His footsteps turned light, then heavy.

"I rejected Russell. To be called a monster by everyone, and then to become a warlock? Crazy. Crazy fate.

Another.

"That's why I didn't learn much black magic. I rejected the darkness, so there's no way I'd have a Lata, because the Dark Lord and Protector is born out of a desire to protect me, and that's a prerequisite.

Slowly, I realize that the black figure is the fourth Lucion.

'You are me from the previous world.

"Exactly, and it must have been a good reference for you to avoid death.

The black figure chuckled, brushing a strand of hair off its shoulder.

"You lost Russell, you're corrupted, and you're an asshole who died because you were stupid enough to let Veronia use you.

'But how do you know all this, is it the power of the black orb?

"No. I'm just a fragment of the self that came with the black magic that Russell and the darkness combined to create.

Shaking his head, the black figure raised a finger and twirled it in the air.

'...I am dead, but my soul is not. No, this soul is mine, but it is not mine.'