I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 67

Chapter 67

Episode 67

After finishing my conversation with Duke Huam, I went outside and Marisa was there.

“What did you talk about with your father?”

“I’m talking about marrying you.”

“…what?”

“Don’t worry. I clearly said no. You won’t bring it up again.”

“…….”

Marissa’s face turned bright red, then cooled again.

“…Follow me. I’ll guide you back to your quarters.”

He turned around and strode forward.

Chris stared blankly at Marissa’s back.

‘… There was no plan to prevent the catastrophe of the poisonous Maga. We only tried to minimize the damage.’

It was something that was impossible with his current strength.

There was still about a year or two left, but even taking that into account, it was difficult.

I sighed.

‘But there’s still time left, so let’s think about what we can do. Above all, we have to become stronger. Incomparably stronger than we are now.’

If you become stronger, you will be able to accomplish anything.

‘For now, let’s go back to Dark Maga.’

Another important event awaited.

The main character is Chris.

There was a Confucius inauguration ceremony.

Finally, it was the moment to become a Confucius.

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Creak, creak.

The southern border of the Southern Magic Kingdom, where the Dark Maga resides.

Border area with Gold Cross.

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The crow was croaking ominously.

There were numerous corpses lying beneath the crows.

When I looked at their equipment, they looked like an elite mercenary unit, but they were all dead and in a miserable state.

Not just defeated in a fight, but died after being horribly tortured.

“It’s bland. Aren’t there any more interesting ones?”

“How about we just go into the territory of the Union guys?”

Masked men chattered with blank expressions amidst the piles of corpses.

It was a mask that symbolized an ominous, bloody shadow.

At the far end of the crowd, a man was looking out over the distant northern horizon.

“What are you doing, you crazy master?”

“ah.”

The man had his mask half-way down, and he looked very handsome.

Long, flowing silver hair. It was as splendid as if moonlight had been extracted from it.

Her face was delicate and womanly. If it weren’t for her prominent Adam’s apple, she wouldn’t have looked like a man at all.

Her body was delicate and she had a fragile appearance that stimulated the maternal instinct, but that was only her appearance.

The blood that covered the man’s entire body was telling him that, contrary to his handsome and delicate appearance, he was an extremely ominous being.

“Oh, I heard an interesting rumor.”

“rumor?”

“Yeah, I told him I have an interesting younger sibling.”

“Little brother?”

The person he was talking to tilted his head at the man’s words.

“Ah, Young Master. You were from a noble family. Was it the Dark Maga?”

“It’s not past tense. I’m still a member of the family. I haven’t been kicked out yet.”

“You haven’t been kicked out yet? The Dark Magicians have also gone crazy. They haven’t excommunicated a horribly crazy guy like you yet.”

Those wearing masks chuckled.

They are a group of crazy people, but the handsome man is the most insane of them all.

The handsome man smiled as if he found it amusing and then asked back.

“Is it fun?”

“…uh?”

“Am I funny?”

The masked opponent’s laughter suddenly stopped.

“Oh, no, that’s not what I meant….”

“It’s okay. We’re colleagues. We can joke around a bit. But.”

Pfft!

The man’s neck was ripped off by the opponent.

The handsome man smiled as he took in the blood that was spurting out like a fountain, as if he had no intention of avoiding the blood, or rather, as if he was enjoying it.

“We’re not colleagues anymore?”

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An awkward silence fell on the room.

He killed his comrades on a whim, but no one said anything.

Because they were that kind of group from the beginning.

A group comprised of only the lowest of the human species.

No, it was not right to include them in the human category.

They were subhuman demons.

“This isn’t fun either.”

The man with the pretty face muttered softly.

“I’m going to go back soon.”

“You want to go back to your family?”

“Yeah, I’ve been away for a long time, so I should show my face. Let’s also meet the new little brother. His name is… Kring… what was it?”

The man scratched his head and smiled brightly.

“Well, the name doesn’t matter.”

If you’re not interested, then you’re not interested.

If you get interested… kill it.

So the name didn’t really matter.

That was the man’s way of thinking.

“I really hope he’s a fun little brother. He’ll give me a lot of ‘attention’.”

That’s right, man.

Sherard, the first son of the Dark Maga, has suddenly disappeared.

The bloody shadow mask the man had left behind was rolling around on the floor.

* ? ?* ? ?*

Chris’s inauguration as Prince has been officially announced.

In the long history of the Dark Maga, it is the first time that a collateral branch has become a prince.

The dark magic was in an uproar.

“That scoundrel, Master Christian, is a prince.”

“I can’t even call you a loser anymore.”

“Yes, that’s right. Look at the achievements made during this incident.”

“You completely saw through the scheme of the poisonous Maga, and in the end you fought the five-star mine and won?”

“I can’t believe it.”

The current location is the banquet hall celebrating Chris’s inauguration as Prince.

Shouts of shock were heard here and there.

In particular, there were many voices expressing admiration for the achievements Chris made during this incident.

If it weren’t for Chris, the expedition would have been destroyed.

But not everyone was like that.

There are still some voices acknowledging Chris.

Most of the Dark Maga laughed at Chris.

“For achieving great success in a prank operation involving only kids below 3 stars.”

“You defeated a 5-star mine? That must be because that damned Maga let his guard down like a fool. Man, it’s easy to become a Confucius.”

They denigrated the achievements Chris had made.

That wasn’t all.

“It’s no use becoming a Confucius without any foundation.”

“If he is the eldest of the collateral branches, the Marquis Shupen, what can he do? What can the youngest of the collateral branches, the Count Khazar, do?”

“I don’t know if he realizes that he’s walked into the lion’s den with his own feet. There’s no good to come from being greedy.”

The Dark Maga’s senior members clicked their tongues.

Becoming a Confucius does not simply mean becoming of high status.

You have stepped into a fierce battle for life and death.

Now Chris is the enemy of all the Confuciuses.

No, if you include the forces that followed the various Confuciuses, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the entire Dark Maga became his enemy.

Indeed, Christian, who was the main character of the day, was standing alone in the middle of the banquet hall, drinking alone.

No one tried to approach Christian.

It was because he was worried that he would be labeled as a Chris fanatic by other princes.

‘Tsk, poor thing. He’ll probably end up on a path of thorns until he dies.’

‘It would be wiser to give up now and return to Count Khazar.’

Did he sense his own fate?

Christian’s expression wasn’t good either.

He tilted his glass, his face grim as if he was drinking poison.

What Chris is thinking right now is,

‘Damn, I hate ginger.’

He was sipping ginger ale in his glass.

I asked the servant for a drink, and he brought out ginger ale like a knife.

‘Why am I the star of the party and here comes ginger ale? You damn old-fashioned jerks.’

I’ve felt this way since before, but even though they are heartless minions, they are actually more honest and old-fashioned than the Union guys.

‘By the way. Hmm.’

Chris looked around the banquet hall.

‘It’s just as I expected. I like it very much.’

He chuckled.

An unexpected thought.

You’re being ignored by everyone, and that’s okay?

‘I hope the banquet goes as I expected.’

Question here.

Chris’s goal is not to get his hands on Confucius, but to get his hands on the Dark Maga.

What is important for that?

First, your own strength.

The second was the force that followed him.

‘No matter how strong you are, it is impossible to rule over everyone as a dictator.’

So the princes were officially allowed to create their own power.

This is because leadership skills that lead others are also an essential element for a head of a household.

The problem was that Chris, who was from a collateral line, was bound to be pushed aside in terms of power compared to the princes from the direct line.

Unlike his immediate family, where people would gather like clouds even if he just stayed still, Chris had to build up his own power in his own way.

‘But I have no one to help me.’

An unexpected thought.

‘I hope that guy moves as expected.’

Chris glanced around as if he were a fisherman casting bait.

Over there.

There was a young man who was looking at himself with arrogant eyes.

Third Prince, Isaac.

He was the youngest son of the Marquis of Langham, and at the time, he was the prince of the most ‘noble bloodline’ in the Dark Maga.

The Marquis of Langham had a total of four children.

1. Prince Sherard.

2nd Prince Ashed.

1 Princess Yurian

And the third son, Isaac.

Among them, Isaac was special.

Even more so than Ashed, who is considered the next candidate.

It was because of the maternal bloodline.

The first three were born to the former wives of the late Marquis of Langham.

Only Isaac’s belly was different.

Silver Snow Flower (Precia).

At this point, she was the mistress of the Dark Maga.

What’s more important is that she is the daughter of the ‘Destruction Maga’ family.

The head of the Destruction Maga family is an absolute mine that is comparable to the Nordians.

Additionally, the power of the Destruction Maga is so strong that it rivals the five most powerful of the 12 Magical Clans.

With a mother of such a powerful background, no one could treat the third son, Isaac, carelessly.

‘That’s why he’s said to have an extremely arrogant personality. He can’t just sit by and watch someone who annoys him, and he has to trample on them to feel better.’

Isaac will definitely move.

At that time, Chris will use Isaac’s trick to turn the table in his favor.

‘You’re still being quiet.’

Do you think that someone as insignificant as Christian isn’t worth coming forward for?

Isaac just drank his wine and looked at me with contempt.

‘Should I start provoking him? Then, things will work out the way I intended.’

Chris was thinking about how to get the attention of the third son, Isaac. More precisely, he was thinking about how to get on his nerves.

But unexpectedly, there was some unintended help.

“Want a drink?”

“!!”

It was Jupienne.

Are you trying to congratulate me on becoming a Confucius in my own way?

She appeared with a pouty face.

“I don’t particularly like you, but I came because I felt sorry for you, sitting here all alone.”

“Am I okay?”

“…Aren’t you going to raise your voice?”

“Now that we are both a prince and a princess, why should I speak to you in a respectful manner?”

Chris said shamelessly.

Jupienne frowned and held out her glass.

“Let’s have a drink.”

“okay.”

But she laughed when she saw the glass Christian was holding.

“Ginger ale… Now that I think about it, you’re still a minor.”

Chris felt defeated.

For reference, Jupien was eighteen years old, barely an adult by the standards of the Magic Empire.

“Honey. From now on, call me ‘big sister.’”

“…….”

Age-wise, it was about right.

But, you’re telling me that you’re my older sister to Jupien, who looks and acts like a child.