I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 109

Chapter 109

Episode 109

That was right.

To comfort the spirit and in return make it do what you want, you need ‘spiritual exorcism’.

It is a secret technique that only special people among the Union can use.

‘I can do it.’

Chris’s hands became busy moving the bow.

The tone becomes deeper and deeper, as if comforting a vengeful spirit.

‘I’ve seen it countless times since I was young, so I can do it easily.’

past.

The only ‘younger brother’ in the family who cared for him was a spirit master.

It was also the best of its time.

‘The essence of the spirit is comfort.’

The ghosts were seen shedding tears as the music spread throughout the hall.

But this alone was not enough.

Here, the ritual of exorcism had to be performed.

A spell that can only be performed with light mana.

The problem was this.

To use the magic of conjuration, one had to reveal one’s secret.

‘That can’t be.’

Even Count Khazar and Tern could not reveal this secret.

‘But if there was no other way, I would have worried.’

Count Khazar and Tern even tried to die in his place.

So, if the worst had happened, Chris might have revealed the secret.

But fortunately, Chris had a way.

“Tern, do what I said!!”

“All right!”

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Tern unleashed his curse.

Towards Christian incomprehensibly.

What was even more incomprehensible was the type of curse.

The curse of sorrow.

The curse of self-forgetfulness.

One kind causes the other person to fall into extreme sadness.

Another thing was to numb the other person’s emotions.

There was a reason Chris had put this incomprehensible curse on himself.

‘We must convert these curses into exorcisms.’

That’s nonsense.

The two are completely different, so how is that possible?

Regardless of the type of spell, a curse is the power of darkness, and a spell is the power of light.

It was impossible for Christ to turn darkness into light.

instead.

‘You just have to make darkness act like light.’

An idea that would make you wonder if I’m crazy.

But it was possible.

Because it’s Chris.

Chris focused his consciousness on the hand holding the string.

The cursed energy that Tern had unleashed was carried to his fingertips.

A deep and pure energy, as befitting a curse unleashed by a person of suitable character.

Chris played the instrument with the full force of the curse.

It was a method of ‘musical magic’ that manifested magic through performance.

No, if you look closely, it was slightly different from that.

Rather than simply using sound to create magic, the meaning contained in Chris’s performance became one with the curse.

therefore.

Like a ‘bard’ who creates mysterious miracles through music.

The ‘sorrow’ contained in the curse was mixed into the requiem that comforted the dead and soaked the spirits.

The mansion began to shake as the sorrow of the ghosts pierced the sky.

“What, this?!”

Count Liberi felt something was wrong and hardened his face, but he had already unleashed the Seven-Star Curse and was powerless.

“Die!! Now!!!”

The curse was focused even more strongly on Count Kazar, but he withstood the curse with superhuman endurance.

An unbelievable struggle considering the power of the 7-star death curse.

Count Kazar is demonstrating superhuman strength in order to protect his son.

Meanwhile, Chris took the next step.

The type of curse that was placed on the violin has changed.

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The curse of self-forgetfulness.

A curse that made them forget their sorrow was mixed into the music and took hold of the spirits.

But this wasn’t the right way.

Because we need to give true comfort to the spirits.

There was no process of forgetting in the existing rituals.

But Chris twisted the process of exorcism in his own way.

‘After all, the key is comfort.’

Chris’s playing style has changed.

From grief to healing.

A warm melody that heals wounds is embedded with the curse of oblivion.

The resentment and wounds of the vengeful spirits began to heal along with oblivion.

[AAAAAAAHHHH!!]

The ghosts screamed.

Have you let go of your anger?

No, that couldn’t be happening.

It will only be a little comforting.

But that alone meant a lot.

Because no one comforted them.

The ghosts looked at Chris with tears streaming down their faces.

As if he was grateful.

A look in his eyes that seemed ready to grant any request.

The conquest was successful!

Now Chris could ask those spirits one favor.

Because that’s the principle of the spirit.

It was obvious what Chris wanted.

He pointed towards the pale Count Ribery and twisted the corners of his mouth.

“Get revenge on the guy who made you like this.”

“!!”

[Kiaaaaaaaah!!!]

An amazing thing happened as the ghosts started to struggle.

The magic circles carved throughout the mansion began to crack.

There’s a problem with human sacrifice!

in result.

Kik, kik.

The music box of gluttony has stopped moving.

“Oh, no. Ugh!!!”

Count Liberi vomited blood.

The 7-star black magic that was being used with the help of the music box was broken and suffered a backlash.

and.

Damn it.

A shadow fell over the kneeling Count Ribery.

Creepy, cold eyes.

It was Christian.

“this…!”

Count Liberi tried to gather strength, but his core shook and he only vomited blood.

“Now, wait a minute. I have something to say…!”

I opened my mouth in a hurry.

Phew.

Christian’s sword pierced Count Ribery’s heart.

Count Liberi opened his eyes wide in disbelief, shook his body once, and then fell to the ground.

It was a vain death, unlike his reputation as the greatest vassal of the Dark Maga.

Chris sighed softly and turned to Count Kazar.

“Are you okay, Father?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. But you just now….”

Count Kazar recalled the sight Christian had shown him earlier.

To cast a curse on music and exorcise it.

Who would believe that such a thing is possible?

But I also thought that it was definitely possible for Christian.

Christian has performed many miracles greater than this.

‘He is my son.’

Count Kazar coughed in vain, his mind once again filled with the thought of something unthinkable.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no particular aftereffects on the body.

“Thank you for your hard work. Thanks to you, we were able to resolve this issue. Now that we’ve dealt with Count Liberi, Ashed will have taken a big hit as well.”

But Chris gave an unexpected answer.

“It’s not over yet.”

“what?”

“Punishment against that Ashed bastard. It’s far away.”

“!!”

Christian’s eyes burned with an eerie glow.

‘It can’t end like this.’

okay.

Although he had brought down the Count of Ribery, the greatest backdrop to Ashed, he had no intention of being satisfied with that.

Ashed’s suffering was only just beginning.

‘I’ll throw you into the bottom.’

Count Kazar gulped at Christian’s reaction.

I realized that my son was up to something creepy again.

“What are you planning to do? Even if you search Count Ribery’s castle, it won’t be easy to find evidence that Ashed was involved.”

“I suppose so. It doesn’t matter. My purpose is not to have Ashed face the judgment of the law.”

Words that are even more incomprehensible.

“Father, what do you think is the worst thing that could happen to Ashed because of this incident?”

“…Isn’t that a guilty verdict?”

“No. Even if a verdict is reached that someone has committed human sacrifice, there are limits to the punishment. This is because of the right of pardon held by direct blood relatives.”

If it is discovered that an ordinary person has committed human sacrifice, he will naturally be severely punished.

However, the direct descendants of the 12 prestigious families of the Magic Kingdom receive reduced punishments even if they commit serious crimes due to the right of pardon.

If the head of the family in question decides to impose a severe punishment himself, then the right to pardon will be of no use, but it was unlikely that the Norse would go that far.

Punishment will probably be decided along appropriate lines.

“Of course, if he is found guilty, even Ashdrad will suffer a considerable blow, but what I wish for is more than that.”

“What on earth do you want?”

“It is the fall of Ashed.”

“!!”

downfall.

Count Khazar opened his eyes wide.

“How? We’ve taken down the Count of Liberi, but the rest of Ashed’s forces are no joke.”

“I know.”

Christian chuckled.

“There is a way, so please watch.”

Like a villain.

“He will lose all his glory and fall into a miserable state.”

* ? ?* ? ?*

Meanwhile, at that time.

“…….”

“…….”

Nordian and Marian were silent.

‘What did I just see?’

Marian shook her head as she recalled the scene of Chris’s exorcism.

I knew he was a genius, but is that possible?

To cast a curse upon a spirit.

The magical power of using one’s curses to reverse them.

Also, the ability as a ‘bard’ to perform black magic.

There are even performances that heal the hearts of vengeful spirits, etc.

All of this created a miracle called Je-Ryeong.

… It was as absurd as applying destruction magic to perform healing.

‘What was the master’s reaction?’

Marian glanced at Nordian.

The Norse stood with his mouth shut, staring at the boy’s face.

A face that seems somewhat displeased.

But Marian had been by Nordian’s side for a long time, so she could see right through him what he was thinking.

It’s not that I don’t like it.

On the contrary.

“A lord? You are the successor to the Dark Maga bloodline and are following the methods of the Union bastards.”

Even though I was grumbling like this.

“…Still, it was a pretty good response.”

The truth came out.

Norsemen are also impressed with what Chris has accomplished.

It was natural.

Because what Chris did today was that great.

“But it was reckless not to back down even after seeing the power of the Dominant Class. You should have planned for the future even if it meant sacrificing your father.”

The Norse tried hard to be blunt.

It is unclear whether he is doing this because he wants to be ruthless as a mine, or because Christian almost died.

Somehow it seemed like the latter, Marian said, holding back a laugh.

“Wasn’t it because you were confident that you could do it?”

“…….”

The Norse stood there with his mouth firmly shut.

Certainly Christian, that guy could do it.

“Anyway, whose grandson is that? He’s going to get a big nose if he keeps doing that.”

Marian opened her eyes wide.

It was the first time.

Nordic himself referred to Christian as his ‘grandson’.

Nordian has never used such personal language towards any of his blood relatives since becoming the head of the household?

I don’t know if it was intentional or just a casual remark, but it had great significance.

Because he expressed Christian as his acknowledged grandson.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been out, so my back hurts. Let’s go now.”

“I will stop by the Count of Liberi’s castle for a moment and then go.”

“Hmm?”

“As the commander of the Black Shadow Knights, I need to find out what additional wrongdoings Count Liberi has committed.”

In fact, the purpose was to help Christian.

Because if she, the chief inspector, could help Christian during the upcoming ‘trial’, it would be a great help.

however.

“Leave it alone.”

“Your Majesty?”

“I think it’ll take care of itself anyway. Just watch.”

The magic that had been illuminating the fight inside the mansion followed Christian this time.

‘What is he doing now?’