I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 78

Chapter 78

Episode 78

“Are you a teacher?”

Chris nodded.

“I must take full responsibility for what I have to do. I will guide Alos in his shortcomings and make him a good leader.”

“What, this crazy guy…?! You haven’t even been learning the art of preparation for half a year…?! Kyaak?!”

Alos shouted out, then groaned after being hit in the back of the head by a fist swung by Kayson.

“Is it true that it makes you feel like you’re mine?”

“Of course. Even though I look like this, I’m a genius and I’m good at leading people… no, teaching them.”

It wasn’t an empty promise.

Chris was good at everything and had a natural talent for teaching.

In the past, those who received his education(?) all grew at an unparalleled speed.

‘It was a problem because everyone was having a really hard time.’

Cayson nodded.

“I understand. I will believe in Confucius. Alos, from now on, take Prince Christian as your teacher.”

“Ha, but…!!”

“hurry!”

Alos bowed his head to Christian with tears in his eyes.

“Ah, I will take you as my teacher from now on.”

“Yeah, don’t think too hard about it, little brother. I just want to help you achieve your goals.”

“I, I’m not your younger brother…! I’m older than you… no, Confucius…!”

Phew!

Alos gets hit by his brother again.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s grown up and has no manners. Please understand.”

“It’s okay. I’ll definitely fix that bad habit, so don’t worry.”

“Then I will trust you and go. Please take care of me.”

After a while, when Kayson disappeared, Alos looked at Chris with eyes that were half venomous.

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A look in her eyes that doesn’t seem like it would follow her obediently.

“Do you understand? From now on, you must follow my words carefully.”

“…What on earth are you trying to make me do?”

“What are you doing? It’s nothing.”

Chris shrugged and said.

“Do you want to clean first?”

“…what?”

“It’s natural for a disciple to clean his master’s house.”

Chris still pointed to his warehouse-like abode.

The ghosts are cleaning, but since they are cleaning due to psychic phenomena, the details are lacking.

“Sweep and wipe everything.”

“…….”

“But, using magic.”

That was the moment when Chris finally had a disciple and human servant.

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“You crazy bastard, I would never do that!!”

Alos was very rebellious, but after a heartfelt conversation(?) with Chris, he began to follow his words.

‘Don’t hate me too much. Everyone has their own thoughts and that’s why they do what they do.’

The Tyramine Counts are a family known for their ability to handle the devil.

Honestly, Alos’s preparation skills weren’t bad for his age.

However, Alos’ problem was that his basic skills in handling magic were too poor.

Cleaning is a very complex act.

If you use magic to perform such complex actions, your basic skills will become solid.

‘Even though I look like this, I’ve heard many times in the past that I was a true teacher.’

Chris had an instinctive ability to see through the problems of all phenomena.

The same was true when looking at the other person’s achievements. I could intuitively figure out what the problem was, why they were unable to overcome the wall, and what would be effective in achieving the achievement.

So, all those who received his teachings achieved quick results.

‘After meeting me, the warriors’ accomplishments have all improved by leaps and bounds.’

Of course, the level that the warriors had achieved was incomparable to that of Chris.

But Chris’s crazy intuition did not discriminate between high and low achievements.

Even in areas he had never reached before, he instinctively caught what the problem was.

Chris would drop advice on them as he passed, and each time he would throw in some timely advice, they would have a sudden epiphany.

If I had been alone, it would have been a huge frustration and challenge, but thanks to Chris’s advice, I was able to overcome the wall as if I was climbing a ladder.

Alos wasn’t the only one who received help from Chris.

– Dear King Emperor Majesty, as you said, the evil of the curse is deepening… .

It was a letter from Terne.

The two often exchanged letters.

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Heartbreaking brotherhood?

What the heck.

– If you lack talent, you should at least try hard and be smart. Try as I said.

Chris wanted Tern to grow up quickly and become his scapegoat… no, his helper.

So I was often sending letters that were half-harassing and half-advice.

Thanks to Chris’s affection(?), Tern was growing up quickly.

‘The Ash Curse has already reached the 3rd level? That’s faster than I expected. Well, in his previous life, Tern’s Curse was quite high level. Is this guy a ‘suitable one’ who specializes in the field of Curses?’

Sometimes there are such beings.

These are people who are not very good at anything else, but show crazy achievements in a specific field.

It was a little different from being very talented.

It was close to the realm of ‘blessing’.

Chris added a word after answering Tern’s question.

– When writing a letter to your brother, write it with a little more respect.

By the way, the title of King or Majesty was used out of desperation because Chris refused to teach him unless he was called by that title.

Time passed so quickly.

A busy but relaxed time without any tense tension.

Just when I was starting to feel a little drowsy, a crack appeared, like glass shattering.

“Are you Christian?”

The Marquise of Fresia was on her way to the mansion, saying she had some business to attend to.

When you are walking happily, enjoying the bright sunlight.

An unexpected voice was heard.

‘…What is this voice?’

A shiver ran down Chris’ spine.

It wasn’t the first time I heard that voice.

No, a tone you can never forget.

A high-pitched voice for a man.

A unique voice that seems playful yet mixed with madness.

‘No, that can’t be. There’s no way ‘that guy’s’ voice could suddenly be heard here.’

My heart raced as memories that were almost like trauma came flooding back to me.

Chris slowly turned his head.

Hoping that my feelings were an illusion.

but.

“Nice to meet you. I’m your first brother, Sherard.”

The moment he saw the glassy, beautiful face of the young man sitting on the tree, Chris’s eyes darkened.

The worst lunatic in human history.

The natural enemy of the warrior party.

The ‘Blood Shadow Lord’, the horrifying nightmare of the era of destruction and the tenth Demon King, was smiling brightly at Chris.

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Blood Shadow Demon Group.

It’s a group of lunatics.

Originally, they had the ambition to change the world, but now they have become just a murderous group of psychopaths.

A criminal group that was ordered to be exterminated even in the Magic Empire.

Fortunately, up until now, they had remained at the level of just a lunatic criminal group, but as the era of destruction began, the Blood Shadow Clan grew to a level that shook up the structure of the two powers.

It was because of the short story.

The most insane of all the madmen.

A murderous maniac who enjoys nothing more than killing.

That was the Blood Shadow Lord.

He carried out terrorism and murder at will, without distinction between the Magic Empire and the Alliance.

In the age of chaos, countless human beings gathered under him, and the places where the Blood Shadow Demon passed turned into hell for humans.

If there’s one thing that’s fortunate, it’s that he didn’t just slaughter anyone indiscriminately.

They mainly targeted the strong.

He is a madman who takes pleasure in killing.

He felt an even more intense desire to kill the strong ones. He said that he felt even more intense pleasure when killing the strong ones.

In particular, the person he was particularly obsessed with was the warrior Evan.

Because of him, the group of warriors had to go through countless near-death crises.

It was also the Blood Shadow Lord who killed the dark talker who was close to Chris.

‘Why is he here?’

The true identity of the Blood Shadow Demon Lord was never revealed.

This is because he always wore a blood-red mask that symbolized the Blood Shadow Clan.

At the last moment, when he was struck down by the warrior’s sword, the mask split open and a glimpse of his face was all that was visible.

A face so beautiful that it is impossible to imagine the massacre it has committed.

The same face he had seen back then was smiling at him.

‘He was from the Dark Maga.’

Thud, thud.

My heart was pounding like crazy.

Heat gathered in my head, and I turned white.

A vague feeling, whether it was anger, murderous intent, or something else, took hold of my mind.

“Hmm? Why are you so frozen? Isn’t this the first time we’re meeting each other?”

Blood Shadow Demon Lord… no, Prince Sherard jumped down from the tree and tilted his head right in front of Chris’ nose.

“Or do you have something to say to me?”

“!!”

In that moment, Chris’s sense of reason suddenly snapped.

‘I have to kill him. I have to.’

I thought of the people who were dying because of him.

People screaming in the midst of the horrific sight that had turned into hell.

and.

The last smile the Dark Chatterbox showed as he faced death.

I couldn’t argue with the pros and cons any further.

The murderous intent to cut off that bastard’s head right away dominated my mind.

The moment when I clench my teeth and try to pull up my magic energy.

“Hmm, you.”

Sherard and Chris’s eyes met.

The narrowed, bloodshot eyes stared at Chris quietly.

“!!”

Chris felt as if he had been splashed with cold water.

The hand did not move forward.

As if my soul was frozen.

The reason was simple.

‘… Strong. Incomparable to me now.’

If a fight broke out, it was clear that it would be decided in an instant.

Chris is going to die.

There was a huge gap between the two.

“I came to see you because you said you had a new sibling, but you seem to be really annoyed. But you shouldn’t show your hostility like this out of the blue.”

Sherard smiled faintly.

“I have to kill you, little brother. I want to keep things as quiet as possible within the family.”

“…….”

Chris gritted his teeth.

My breathing became ragged.

A murderous intent rose up in my mind, wanting to cut off the head without hesitation, even if it meant death.

‘No. You have to endure it. Now is not the time.’

There was plenty of time.

First of all, just finding out the identity of the Blood Shadow Demon Lord was a huge gain.

Just get a little stronger and kill him before he leaves the Dark Maga.

“Hmm. By the way.”

Sherard said lazily.

“I was excited to see how great it would be because there were so many rumors about it, but it seems to be nothing special. It’s below my ‘expectations’.”

“!!”

expectation.

It means the desire to kill.

Chris’s blood ran cold as he recalled the story he had heard from the bastard in the past.

– You said Chris? That’s too bad. If you had properly learned swordsmanship and magic, you would have been my most desired opponent, not Evan. I would have enjoyed watching you slowly die, chopping off your limbs little by little.

Stop thinking useless thoughts.

Chris calmed himself down and forced the corners of his mouth to lift.