The Lazy Genius of the Duke - Chapter 233



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The Lazy Genius of the Duke’s Family (233)

The Forgotten Woman (3)

Hella Galton is the biological mother of Viscount Galton and Lady Susanna, and the first wife of the former Viscount Galton.

She was of commoner origin, and it is said that the former Viscount Galton did not cherish her as his wife. As a Viscount of the Galton family, a vassal family of the Kepler family, he accepted her as his wife for some reason, but it is said that no one in the family acknowledged her as a commoner.

Viscount Galton had many concubines, but only his first wife, Hela Galton, bore him a child. No, strictly speaking, Hela Galton showed her fearsome skills while everyone ignored her, and made sure that her child would be the only child of the Galton family.

The humiliation Hella Galton endured to achieve that goal was beyond imagination.

Hella Galton lured Viscount Galton, Lady Susanna, and the deceased Les Galton into a concubine and a family heir to the throne, in order to make them the sole heirs of the Galton family.

To achieve this, Hella Galton, despite being the first wife, did not hesitate to serve her concubines and did not hesitate to do the work that a maid would do.

Her rivals were relieved to see Hela like that. They judged that Hela was a commoner with no great family background, and that she would bow down to survive on her own.

But behind the scenes, Hela was resourceful, defeating all her rivals, driving out or killing their half-children, and making the current Viscount Galton the successor to House Galton.

He married off his wife Susanna to the Kepler family, and actively recommended his second son, Les Galton, as the head of the upper house of the Galton family, and placed his children in important positions in the family.

And the moment when everything was accomplished.

Hella Galton has fallen.

And her children neglected her. To her children, including Viscount Galton, Hela Galton was not a proud mother. To her children, she was a strict mother who used whips rather than love, and a mother who was obsessed with her family and power.

Viscount Galton and Lady Susanna detested their mother’s self-imposed role as a maid and servant in order to humble herself. They say it was all for their own good, but their nature itself is not such that they feel gratitude to others.

Hella Galton succumbed to dementia.

Dementia is a disease with no cure. Hella Galton slowly began to lose her memories, and Viscount Galton locked her up in the deepest part of the castle.

Three times a day.

All that was left was for the maid to bring her food. Aside from that, Hela Galton sat forgotten in a deep prison cell, unpaid for her decades of hard work in making her child the heir to the Galton family.

Benio saw Hela Galton sitting in the stench, staring blankly into space with her eyes.

“Life is so fleeting.”

I can’t help but think that way. Hela has aged so much that it’s hard to recall the days when she was called a womanizer.

Clothes flowed down her skinny shoulders. The bed was dirty to look at, covered in strange stains. Among them was Hela’s own excrement.

“butler.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“You are the godmother of the Galton family. Is this all you can receive?”

“That is….”

The butler rolled his eyes. The truth about Hela was the Galton family’s corruption. There was a reason he showed Benio the corruption.

“Yes. Is it true that Lady Susanna wants to bring down this Benio from the position of Archduke, even at the cost of killing my mother?”

“Your, Your Highness!”

“Hehehe. Butler, do I look like water?”

Benio’s eyes flashed and shone brightly. At that moment, the butler felt a chill. As the butler hurriedly tried to take something out of his bosom, he felt that his hands were empty.

Bam.

Phew! Phew!

“My, my hand! Kkaaaak!”

The butler fell to the floor. The hand of the butler who was trying to put it in his bosom was cleanly cut off. Benio approached the butler, turned him over, and stomped on his chest.

Kuk.

Knock knock.

“Keep it, keep it!”

There was a thud as Benio stepped on his chest. Benio ignored the butler and put his hand into his bosom. When his fingertips touched the cold metal, Benio took it out.

“Whistle?”

It was a whistle. But it was a whistle with a subtle magical power. When you blow a whistle engraved with magical power, the sound of a specific frequency spreads farther than what you can hear with your own voice.

There was a set place where this was used.

A secret organization that requires military or similar security.

Benio laughed bitterly.

“You were going to sing this? Wait a minute. Let me blow it.”

Benio blew his whistle, sneering.

Beep beep!!!!

The sound of magical power spread far and wide. Benio took out his fire spirit and swung it while placing one foot on the butler’s chest.

Then a red flash of light appeared in the air.

Falak!

Squeak squeak!!!

It drew a trajectory in the air that looked dizzying even when viewed with a naked eye. It is nearly impossible to predict the trajectory of a butterfly flying freely.

And in between, a red meteor followed.

It’s a four-legged sword.

Phew! Phew!

The whistle was the signal from the butler. And those who appeared with that signal fell down, splattering blood. Benio clicked his tongue.

“The news is slow, slow.”

Those wearing black clothing and masks turned over fell down, splattering blood at the combination of the swordsmanship and the four swordsmanship. There were twenty of them. They appeared all at once at the sound of the whistle, and they were so stealthy that they seemed like shadows, but they could not avoid the swordsmanship and the four swordsmanship.

Advanced Expert.

The reason why the twenty-year-old assassin was supposed to be Benioi, the high-level expert, was because he was not a top-level expert. The moment the information about the target was wrong, the assassin’s assassination was sure to fail.

“And that’s stealth? Tsk tsk. And you can still live with that.”

Benio has become accustomed to Bernanke and Haley’s stealth and hiding. At the same time, Benio’s understanding of space has increased rapidly as he has become aware of the space and trained for it.

Unless it’s an open space outside, there’s no way to hide inside a narrow building and its corridors to avoid Benio’s space.

And Benio’s right arm and entire chest turned into flames. The flames, with their tips dyed white, burned all the powder that burst out as the assassins died.

“Billy.”

Phew!

A small bird brought a breeze into the room where there was no wind. The dust that the flame body could not burn was caught in the wind and blown back to where it came from, disappearing.

Benio shook off the fire spirit. Then the meteor with the red tail and the sword disappeared, and soon the flames went out with a whoosh, and smoke rose from Benio’s body.

“The best, the best.”

“Oh, butler. Don’t even think about dying on your own.”

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Benio blew a gust of wind and touched the butler’s acupoint. Then, the blood flowing from his severed wrist decreased.

Phew!

Three halos formed above Benio’s head. The light from Benio’s fingertips seeped into the butler’s wrist, and the cut surface began to heal.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

“this….”

“If you want to die, ask for my permission. I have not even given you permission to die.”

Benio, who was snickering, snapped his fingers and the butler fell into a deep sleep. It was because he had touched the blood transfusion. Benio, who had stopped the butler from making a sudden move, covered his nose.

“Ugh, the smell of blood.”

The surrounding area was filled with the corpses of assassins who had been stabbed and killed. Their target was not Benio.

Hella Galton.

The moment Benio arrived, it was a trap set by Madame Susanna to kill Hela and make it seem like Benio killed Hela.

Didn’t Viscount Galton know that?

“No way. He must have assisted.”

However, the twenty assassins could not get past Benio. Not a single assassin got past Benio’s location. The plan was devised assuming that Benio was a high-level expert, so it failed miserably.

“You’ve worked hard. Go back.”

Swish

Billy rubbed his cheek against Benio’s finger once and then disappeared. The hallway became quiet. Now there were only two people here: Benio and Hella Galton.

Sarak.

Benio placed the letter on the dresser in Hela’s room.

“Grandma. This is a letter from my second mother. I don’t know what it contains.”

Benio smiled bitterly as he spoke to Hela, who was staring blankly into space. If Lady Hela were in her right mind, what would she be thinking?

It felt like the child he had raised while enduring humiliation and shame was abandoning him. Benio, who had never had a child of his own, couldn’t even imagine how it would feel.

At that, Benio tilted his head.

“hmm?”

Because I could see something like a wound between Mrs. Hela’s hair as she looked elsewhere. Her hair, which had been neglected for a long time, was tangled here and there.

Swish.

Benio lifted Madame Hela’s hair, dirty or not. Then he frowned. There was a scar that must have been quite large, even though it had healed.

“scar?”

Externally, Mrs. Hela’s illness is dementia. Dementia is a disease that comes with old age, and is rarely caused by external factors.

Because wounds caused by external impact can be easily treated with potions or divine power.

But there’s a scar on Madame Hela’s head?

This means that this wound will heal naturally over time without using potions or divine powers to heal it.

“Let me take a look, Grandma.”

It was a dirty wound. Benio asked Madame Hela and placed his hand on it.

Tingling.

“hmm.”

But Benio’s fingers snapped out. The tingling sensation, as if an electric current had surged, was a bonus. Benio muttered.

“It’s not a normal scar.”

He pushed his own finger away. That means the scar itself wasn’t a wound caused by a normal external impact.

“What is this?”

It was a very uneasy feeling. Benio squinted his eyes. It was because he could not remember it. But then, Madame Hela screamed and grabbed her head.

“Whoa!”

“Why is this. Heel!”

Benio shouted, “Heal!” Then a halo of divine power rose and headed towards Lady Hela. But then.

Phagec!

A spark flew out of Lady Hela’s scar. It meant an energy that conflicted with the divine. And there is only one energy that conflicts with the divine.

“Magi!”

Benio’s expression hardened. Magi is the energy that the masters of the Demonic Cult use. However, in this world, Magi is also used in other places.

“Black magic.”

Warlocks. And those warlocks made up the majority of the remnants of the exiled Devilheart. Warlocks were magicians who dealt with death and curses, and their hands were once so cruel and sinister that the magic towers of the continent banned black magic.

The fact that the method is cruel and sinister is in line with the Demonic Cult. So, in order to restrain the activities of the Demonic Cult, the Jeongpa established Kunlun, one of the nine sects, near Baekmandaesan Mountain to restrain them.

Benio looked around. If Madame Hela’s scars were caused by black magic or magic, there should be traces left around her.

Especially when it comes to black magic, a medium is needed. Among Master Rambledore’s trainings, there was also one about black magic, and Benio remembered that.

Benio spread his divine power widely. The most sensitive thing to the black magician’s magic is divine power. After hearing this from Master Rambledore, Benio went to Master Armada to learn how to detect magic.

Master Armada, the Solar Inquisitor, is an expert in his field.

Phew!

Benio’s divine power is spread out like a wide but tight net in the room. All you have to do is fish up anything that catches your eye.

Take your time, be patient, and look through it thoroughly so you don’t miss anything.

When it comes to patience, no one can match Benio. For a full thirty minutes, Benio scanned Madame Hela’s room thoroughly without losing concentration.

Tingling.

Got caught.

Benio headed towards where the divine power had bounced off. Among the messy piles of trash, there was a wooden demon statue.

“A statue of the devil? Who would think it’s black magic?”

Benio smirked and put strength into his hands.

Crackle, crackle!

Although it was made of wood, the demon statue was not easily broken by Benio’s evil power. This is because it was an object imbued with magic. However, there is no way a statue made of wood could withstand the evil power of a top-level expert.

Wow!

The demon statue shattered, and the magical energy leaking out from within was quickly swallowed up and burned by Benio’s divine power.

Crackle!!

Although Magi struggled against the divine power, it was enough to be subdued by the divine power of Benio, one of the three Halos.

The moment when magic is dissipated.

“Who, who are you? Who are you to be here….”

Benio turned his head. There, Madame Hela, who had regained her sanity after decades of being cleansed, was looking at Benio.

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