I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 41

Chapter 41

Episode 41

Then other princesses and princes passed in front of Chris.

A beautiful woman with a clear impression like glass.

A girl with a cold impression.

A boy with a rough impression.

They appeared to be the 1st, 2nd and 3rd princesses respectively, but they showed no interest in Chris.

Didn’t even glance at it.

It wasn’t that I was ignoring you.

I just wasn’t interested.

Because they and Chris were on different levels.

Chris was too beneath them to attract their attention.

After the four princes and princesses took the places of honor, the banquet resumed.

The attention that had been pouring on Chris disappeared as if it had been washed away.

Everyone was busy trying to get a word out to the princes and princesses.

‘I guess I should go soon.’

Since the purpose was to check on the prince and princesses anyway, I didn’t think there was any need to stay longer.

‘It’s a shame I didn’t get to see Confucius.’

The most notorious scumbag in Dark Maga was surprisingly not Chris.

The first prince, Sherard.

He was called a madman.

But strangely, Chris was concerned about the first prince.

‘There are a lot of people to worry about. Ashed too, and Princess Yurian too.’

Chris glanced at the first princess.

Princess Yurian was surrounded by people.

Black hair and bloodshot eyes, befitting the bloodline of the Dark Maga.

But unlike others, it has a softer feel.

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The smile he gave to people was also warm.

A clear and comfortable feeling.

But that only made Chris more wary.

Indeed, what kind of claws are hidden in that smile?

Chris raised the corners of his mouth.

‘First, one by one, slowly.’

Whether it’s Ashedden, the unseen Prince, or Princess Yurian.

Everyone will eventually kneel before him.

As I was about to turn around, I heard an unexpected shout.

“Hello. I am a summoner named Pur, who serves the old master. I have a suggestion for the eve of the Holy Black Ceremony! Before the Holy Black Ceremony begins, I would like to check the qualifications of the participants!”

People were murmuring.

“What do you mean?”

Mine nodded at Ashed’s question.

“Unfortunately, I heard that someone who is not qualified will attend this Seongheuksik. If an unqualified person attends the Seongheuksik, he or she may be seriously injured or have problems, so if we check the qualifications in advance at the eve of today, we can prevent such unfortunate events.”

People’s eyes were focused on Chris.

Of all those who attended the Holy Black Sect, the only one who could be said to be unqualified was Christian.

‘Look at this.’

Christian crossed his arms and smirked.

Of course, this isn’t something that Mine did alone.

It was obvious who meant what.

‘Old man.’

The young master who will be Chris’s first sacrifice.

He was glaring at Christian with a smug look in his eyes.

‘I was trying to go back quietly.’

Chris drank the remaining ginger ale from his glass.

I think it would be okay to just say hello.

“This is by no means a qualification, but it is a suggestion for the safety of those attending the Sungheuksik….”

“It’s noisy.”

“…yes?”

“You want to have a go at it? Stop talking so loud and show off your skills.”

Chris snapped his fingers.

“I’ll play with you.”

The face of the man who had been arguing turned red.

“Fight the evil spirit I summoned.”

Summoner.

He was a sorcerer who summoned and controlled dark beings.

Woof.

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A sticky, dark aura flowed out of Mine’s hand, and an ominous evil spirit appeared.

Specter, a second-class evil spirit.

“It might be a bit difficult for Master Christian. But to attend the Holy Black Ceremony, this much is… Ugh?!”

Mine couldn’t even finish speaking.

Suddenly, the evil spirit turned around and attacked the summoner.

“Why? Kyaaak! This guy?! Eww! Who, who’s helping me?!”

Everyone in the banquet hall looked at the sight in surprise.

‘Why?’

Among them, the high-level mines looked into what had happened.

‘Have you lost control?’

‘No, that’s not it. It’s not like I lost control.’

If you lose control, the summoned demon will lose its reason and start attacking its surroundings indiscriminately.

But now the evil spirit was only attacking the summoner who had summoned it.

‘No way, this is it?’

‘You didn’t lose control?’

Finally, a mocking voice rang out.

“Oh my, I don’t know who’s worried about whom.”

As Chris snapped his fingers, the evil spirit that had stunned the summoner floated up and came towards Chris.

Then he knelt down.

As if worshipping one’s master.

“He’s the one who got rid of the evil spirits he summoned.”

The people in the banquet hall were astonished.

‘That’s ridiculous!’

‘How can you take control of an evil spirit summoned by another person as your own?!’

Interfering with the evil spirits summoned by the other party was an incredibly difficult task.

Because the summoner and the evil spirit are bound by a black magic ‘contract’.

To break that contract, you would have to be far more accomplished than your opponent.

At best, it was possible to just release the summons, but it was nearly impossible to take control of it like that.

But Chris simply took the opponent’s demon and made it his own with a snap of a finger.

‘If you’re going to act so confidently, you should at least have some skills. Why did you make a contract with an evil spirit so sloppily? You’re such an idiot that you won’t be able to say anything even if you get scammed by an evil spirit later.’

therefore.

It is said that they exploited a loophole in the contract between the other party and the evil spirit.

I was nagging, but it was actually nonsense.

It is possible to do this by reading only the flow of magic to see how the contract with the evil spirit is structured and identifying the loopholes in the contract.

This is something only Chris can do.

Chris shrugged his shoulders calmly as he faced the astonished stares of the people, then looked at the old man who was the real instigator of this incident.

“Just now. Is that what the old man meant? You didn’t seem like the direct descendant of the Dark Maga.”

“!!”

“You might as well challenge me to a duel yourself.”

The old man’s face turned red.

“You bastard. This has nothing to do with me.”

“Really?”

Chris laughed exaggeratedly.

An expression that says, “Where are you making that obvious move?”

“Well, it’s a lie that even a fool wouldn’t believe, but let’s say it. I’ll believe it for special reasons.”

The old man’s face turned red as if it was going to burst.

The old man growled fiercely.

“…Be prepared for tomorrow’s Seongheuksik.”

“Oh, what a coincidence. I was going to say the same thing. You’d better brace yourself for tomorrow, too, Master.”

“……!!”

Chris spoke softly.

“I’m starting to get a little angry, too.”

Chris originally planned to trample on the old man during the Black Death.

But now my thoughts have changed a little.

I decided not to just trample on them, but to really trample on them.

Tomorrow, he will deeply repent for his arrogance and mistakes up to now.

* ? ?* ? ?*

The day of the Black Death has dawned.

Chris headed to the main building of the mansion.

When I entered the main building, those who were to participate in the Holy Communion were already there and waiting.

There were some familiar faces too.

“Little brother?”

“Who are you talking about as my younger sibling?! I’m two years older than you!”

Alos suddenly became angry.

Chris shrugged.

“Why are you here? I told you to postpone it until next time.”

“…That’s ridiculous. How can you postpone the Seongheuksik?”

Alos frowned.

But inside, I was regretting it.

‘Damn, I really should’ve put it off. How am I supposed to compete with that guy? I’m not even a match for him.’

But it was already too late.

He sighed and spoke carefully.

“Are you okay?”

“what?”

“I had an argument with the old master yesterday. The old master left you alone….”

“Little brother.”

Chris smiled back.

“I think the person you’re worrying about is the wrong person?”

“!!”

Alos felt goosebumps.

Only then did Alos notice that something was different about Chris.

So… it looked stronger than before.

I thought I had misunderstood something, but I wasn’t.

The feeling it gave off was slightly different.

‘That’s ridiculous. It hasn’t even been a month, and you’ve gotten stronger there?’

At that moment, the sound of footsteps was heard on the stairs of the main building.

It was an old man.

“…….”

From the top of the stairs, the old man looked down at Chris.

A gaze full of arrogance, as if looking down on something inferior.

Chris looked into those eyes calmly.

There was no need to engage in useless conversation.

Anyway, once the black meat fight starts, it will start with a ‘sincere conversation’ that is more serious than a hundred words. With fists.

“Is everyone here? I am Sebatchan, the deputy butler in charge of the main building.”

A body size that is only half that of a normal adult.

It was a halfling.

However, there was something unusual: he was wearing a cone-shaped hat, just like a magician in a story.

“I will guide you to the holy place where the Holy Black Ceremony will take place. Please follow me.”

There were a total of eight people attending the Sungheuksik this time.

There is one elderly person in the direct line.

From the three collateral families consisting of Count Kazar, Count Tyramine, and Marquis Shupen, there are two: Chris and Alos.

The rest were scattered, ordinary collateral relatives.

The butler took out a small toy-like cane and held it to the floor.

Then something amazing happened.

A path leading down from the ordinary floor has appeared!

It was an illusion.

“I’ll go in first. Just follow me.”

With a swish, the halfling headed down the path leading underground.

I took a quick peek underneath and saw that it wasn’t an ordinary basement.

An endless path stretched out in a vast space where there was nothing.

‘Is this an illusion that creates a virtual space? It doesn’t seem to have been created by the skills of that halfling butler, but rather an illusion that was originally installed in the basement of this mansion.’

Chris noticed the traffic on the stairs.

Probably, it won’t be a smooth road.

The first practical test.

If you fall behind, you will also lose the opportunity to attend the Seongheuksik.

The faces of the others hardened, as if they had noticed the same fact.

The first one to step forward was an old man.

His bold steps, as if he, as the direct descendant, should naturally come first over the collateral branches and such.

He hummed softly as he passed Chris.

“Don’t fall behind. I’ll make sure you taste hell during the Black Sect.”

After saying those words, he quickly went up the stairs.

Then, the others also took a deep breath and went inside.

It was the start of the first test.

Chris thought as he followed the halfling butler.

‘Nothing much.’

It was a simple test.

All I had to do was follow the butler.

However, what is different from the general course is that the road is steep and messy.

So, it requires physical strength similar to climbing a rugged mountain.

The thing that struck me was that the butler was moving forward at an unbelievably fast pace, almost like a galloping horse.

Oh, and one more thing.

There was also the fact that the back part of the road was collapsing at a rapid rate.

That is, if you don’t follow the path at an incredible speed, you will fall behind.

“Ugh, gasp.”

“Uh, until when?”

The two common collateral blood relatives who seemed the least skilled let out an exhausted sigh.

It gradually slowed down, and was caught by the collapsing road.