I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 11

Chapter 11

Episode 11

That banshee was a ghost with a very handsome face.

Is this the impression of a pure and pretty girl?

She’s wearing a maid outfit, so she looks like she’s going to appeal to those with special tastes, but then what does she do?

It’s a ghost.

It was a gloomy and sinister ghost.

“…I came to look at books.”

[Yes… I will guide you. Which lineage… do you want?]

This is the black magic notice.

Outside, on the ‘Camp of Light’ side, there were countless books that were considered forbidden and could be burned at the stake just for possessing them.

[Hematopoiesis? Destruction? Summoning? Curse? Ah… there are no books on necromancy.]

Command science.

It refers to necromancy, a black magic that deals with the undead.

‘That’s too bad.’

Necromancy could be said to be the flower of black magic.

The power to raise an army by yourself!

‘The commander Maga, who specializes in dealing with the undead, is one of the few noble families among the 12 magic families.’

Commander Maga strictly prohibited the export of command science to other countries.

That’s why it’s extremely difficult to find a secretary related to the study of command even within the Magic Empire… said the ‘Dark Chatterbox’, a fellow member of the warriors’ party.

“Are there any other related systems?”

[The basics are all there. Ah… there are no books about… devil… contracts…]

Banshee explained.

[The Dark Maga… forbids contracts with demons…]

Chris nodded.

I knew it.

Making a contract with a demon was surprisingly taboo even within the Magic Empire.

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‘The Magic Empire pursues the power of darkness, not the worship of evil.’

There was a clear difference between the two.

The value pursued by the Magic Empire is ‘self-respect for the strong’ through the power of darkness.

Most things that are defined as ‘evil’ outside are considered evil in the Magic Empire as well, although there are differences in standards.

Even a contract with the devil is taboo.

Because demons pursue evil.

Human sacrifice, murder, suffering of others, greed, etc.

It’s a value that demons love.

‘The problem is that the Magic Empire doesn’t completely ban contracts with demons.’

It is taboo and forbidden, but it is not forcibly ‘banned’.

It’s an individual freedom.

Therefore, there were quite a few people who unknowingly made a contract with the devil, and they became the mainstream of the Magic Empire and caused a war with the future ‘Faction of Light’.

Chris became the top leader of the Demon Empire and had to stop the demons who were trying to destroy the world under their banner.

‘First, let’s think about that later. For now, let’s take down the Dark Maga first.’

The banshee’s maid outfit rustled eerily.

[Which… type of black magic would you like to learn as your main? Since it’s your first time… for now… several types… ?]

That was the usual way.

The magicians on the Allied side also learn various types of magic up to 2 stars, and then decide on their main magic from 3 stars onwards.

Of course, it is right for Christ to follow that method.

“Before that, there is a black magic that you must learn. Bring me the book I told you about.”

Banshee was taken aback when she heard Chris’ story.

[But…? That book…?]

“Why? Isn’t it possible to read any of the books inside?”

[but….]

Banshee asked again and again, hesitating.

[4 stars… Isn’t that black magic?]

4 stars!

A realm called ‘prime’.

Now Chris is asking me to bring him a spell book that only experts can handle on a topic that he doesn’t even know the basics about.

[You won’t even be able to see it…]

“No, I can tell.”

Chris explained the reason simply.

“I’m actually a genius.”

[… … .]

The banshee was silent for a moment.

What should I say?

Our master… Really, wow, what a cute expression, is that?

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[Ohhoho… Our master… is not only cool… but also a genius. Truly… What a sight.]

“Be quiet, and bring it quickly. I need it.”

[… Yes, I understand. Excuse me… but, may I ask why you are looking for that spell?]

Chris was silent for a moment and then answered.

“To catch a rat.”

Little rat.

This refers to the guy who threw the dream stone at him when he was in the punishment cell.

There is someone in this Khazar family who secretly wishes for his downfall.

It’s about time we catch that rat.

“Then this spell would be perfect.”

Chris looked at the title of the book the ghost had brought.

-The seal of bondage.

It was a black magic that was notorious even among the light faction, as it could make the opponent act like one’s slave when certain conditions were met.

And a few days later.

Banshee was horrified when she saw what Chris was doing.

* ? ?* ? ?*

After that, time passed.

Chris lived a monotonous daily life.

During the day, I went to the training ground and did physical training, and at night, I went to the library and read books on black magic.

‘Physical strength is national strength! Basic physical strength is essential to become strong, so you have to train your physical strength… Damn, it’s hard to open the cave.’

Chris grumbled inwardly.

He’s the lazy genius type.

I don’t like to work hard and sweat like this.

But even for a genius, there was no other way to build stamina than by following the right method.

‘I suppose you can learn the secrets of swordsmanship by roughly following along, but… there’s no other way to build strength and stamina than to do it yourself. Damn it, I’ll just have to hold out and imagine the riches and glory I’ll enjoy later. Riches and glory, riches and glory!’

Perhaps because he was tired, his expression hardened and he appeared more arrogant and mean than usual.

The men were amazed at seeing such a Chris.

“Our spoiled brat, it seems like you’ve really changed.”

“What day is it today? Hasn’t it been half a month?”

“I feel like my health has improved a little.”

The prediction that he would soon return to being a dog was wrong.

Chris came out every single day to work out, and the results were slowly showing.

When he first came to the training ground, his body was flabby from his debaucherous lifestyle, but now he had put on some muscle and looked much better.

In particular, the arrogant expression that never wavered while endlessly chanting was superb.

At that moment, the Knights Templar had this thought.

‘I’m looking forward to the future.’

‘Perhaps there will be a change in the succession structure.’

It was now known to all that Christian had incredible talent.

If he had not returned to being a bum and continued to work hard as he was doing now, the succession structure of the Khazar Counts could have changed completely.

It was possible that Christian, rather than Tern, who was originally chosen as the successor, would take over the Counts of Kazar.

‘Whether it’s because he’s conscious of that, Prince Tern is also much more enthusiastic about training than before.’

The men saw Tern swinging his sword in the corner.

After being beaten up by his older brother Christian, Tern remained silent and focused solely on his training.

Meanwhile, Chris chuckled at the people’s mutterings.

‘What about the succession of the Counts of Khazar? That’s all I care about.’

To the average person, the Count of Kazar would seem large and impressive, but to him, it was nothing like that.

What he wanted was the Dark Magic’s home.

I was thinking of handing over the collateral branch, the Countess of Khazar, to Tern.

As long as there are no problems with Tern.

‘That guy Tern isn’t the culprit who was talking to me, is he?’

Chris narrowed his eyes.

At first glance, it didn’t seem like it.

Because he doesn’t seem to be the type of person to use such insidious tricks behind someone’s back.

But I don’t know.

Because the one who would benefit the most from this body being destroyed was my younger brother, Tern.

‘Well, we’ll find out soon enough.’

Chris looked around.

Unlike before, favorable gazes were fixed on him.

Everyone admits it now.

The bastard has changed. At least, he’s trying to change.

The time is ripe.

Chris suddenly stopped training.

The mines spoke to him in a friendly tone.

“Your Majesty, are you going back? You are going back early today.”

“I’m going to stop doing this kind of thing now.”

“…yes?”

The mines’ eyes grew wide.

“I’m sick of this after doing it for a few days. I’m sweaty, dirty, and irritated, so I can’t eat. I think this is enough.”

Then Chris raised his hand forward and dropped something on the floor.

It was a wooden sword that I had been using for the past two weeks.

Knock, knock.

A discarded wooden sword was strewn carelessly across the training ground floor.

“Oh, my lord?!”

Even though it was for training, throwing away your weapon was something that a man of honor would never do.

“What the heck is this?!”

“what?”

Chris twitched the corner of his mouth.

“I do whatever I want, so what does that have to do with you lowly people?”

“!!”

“Why? Did you really think I had changed? I pretended to work hard for a few days to reflect on my past mistakes, but this much should be enough.”

The atmosphere in the room became tense.

The mines looked at me with bewilderment and surprise.

From afar, I could see my younger brother Tern looking at me with his eyes so wide they looked like they were going to burst.

Either way, Chris looked around at everyone as if he was laughing and left the training grounds.

After entering the mansion, I called the butler.

“Did you call, Young Master?”

Half-vampire butler Cox appeared in a hurry.

“Bring me some alcohol.”

“…yes?”

“Are you deaf?! Bring me the alcohol! Now!!”

The butler’s face turned red at the sudden shout.

Even though he was the count’s son, it was very rude to yell at him like that as his butler.

But that was only for a moment.

The butler bowed hurriedly.

“Oh, I understand. I will do as you say.”

The butler disappeared in a hurry, and Chris’s eyes secretly sank as he watched the butler’s back.

‘That guy is the most suspicious.’

Just now, Chris was deliberately rude.

To see how the butler would react.

In an instant, several emotions flashed through the butler’s eyes.

First, there was the anger and tolerance for the rudeness Chris displayed.

Up to this point, it has been a common reaction.

But Chris didn’t miss a single emotion faintly mixed behind the butler’s eyes.

It was ‘joy’.

Why was the butler so pleased with what Chris had just seen?

‘Now you will know.’

Chris smiled faintly.

So Chris set a trap.

A trap to catch the rat that is eating away at the Countess of Kazar.

* ? ?* ? ?*

Christian is back to being a dog again!

The news heated up the mansion.

The employees shook their heads.

“As expected. It was only for about two weeks at most.”

“You’ve endured it for a long time, after two weeks.”

“I was a fool to believe it.”

As expected, this is the reaction I expected.

The reaction of the Black Swamp Knights was even more intense.

“To believe that guy has changed? My eyes are wandering.”

“You little shit. Just try to hang around the training grounds again.”

“If you come near the training grounds, I won’t leave you alone.”

They truly believed in Christian’s changed appearance, and that made them even more angry.

But at this moment, there was someone else who was the most angry.

His father was Count Khazar.

“this guy!!”