Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 1

The river of blood finally dried up.

The war between the human world and the demon world, which lasted for decades, left a terrifying record in the history books as the ‘age of destruction’.

And the day when the victory of the human world is engraved on the rock.

A neck was hung at the front gate of the Baskervilles, famous for their iron-blooded swordsmen.

< Name: Vikir van Baskerville >

< Crime: Infiltrating >

Vikir. ‘Bikir van Baskerville’.

The illegitimate son of Hugo Les Baskerville, the head of the Baskerville family.

The shadow that has been covered with countless blood on the back of the family.

It was the hound of the Baskervilles.

Episode 1 Hell Hound (1)

Vikir.

he struggled

It was always a struggle life.

bastard. son of a concubine.

So half middle name.

He was not born with the surnames such as ‘Ra’ or ‘Re’, which his half-brothers in the family freely received, and because of that, he had to work hard hundreds of times more than others.

But the end was not so good.

Spy, assassination, kidnapping, blackmail, smuggling… For the sake of his family, he crossed the line of death 500 times, big and small, but luck eventually abandoned him.

The moment when he is accused of being a spy for the demons and executed along with an unfair false charge.

he thought intensely.

want to live

want to come back to life

* * *

Mmm- Ae- Mm- Ae-

The sound of a baby’s cry echoes throughout the large room.

The iron-blooded swordsman, the Baskerville family, had dozens of layers of slopes.

The head of the house, the Marquis Hugo Baskerville, raised a nonchalant eye and scanned the children born this year.

“There aren’t any that look useful.”

It was quite harsh for a father’s first evaluation of children born this year.

……at that time.

Hugo’s feet, passing through the cribs in the nursery, stopped at one point.

Bikir. Bikir van Baskerville.

Originally, an illegitimate child who did not even deserve to be here.

Unlike the other siblings who are almost 6 to 8 months old, a being who has just entered this room after having just completed 100 days.

The baby wasn’t crying.

He just lay still with his eyes closed, as if he were dead.

“…”

Hugo looked at Bikir and relaxed his complexion a little.

It’s not that I’m happy that Bikir’s qualities are superior to those of the other children.

However, it was from the thought that if it was a place where only garbage was lined up anyway, it would be better to have garbage that was a little less noisy.

In time, Hugo spoke to dozens of nannies in the city behind him.

“Move the children to the ‘cradle of the sword’.”

The children of the Baskervilles are put to the test from the moment they are born until they die.

from cradle to grave.

The first of these tests began right away.

……What is the cradle of swords?

It is a unique rite of passage for the Baskervilles.

Countless knives are planted like a maze on a round hill and a baby is dropped in the middle.

The baby is trapped in the maze created by the blade and wanders.

Even if he moves, he is cut by the blade and wounds all over his body.

In this environment, babies have to crawl on the floor and through a labyrinth of needles.

It is only when you immerse yourself in the ‘Styx’, a river that winds around the outside of the labyrinth, that you become a Baskerville in its true sense.

Hugo Baskerville thought.

‘The Styx water is only effective for children under one year of age. If you soak your body in this river, your whole body becomes as hard as steel.’

Of course, the power of this river is not infinite.

If one baby sucks up a lot of power, the other baby has no choice but to suck up relatively little of the remaining power in the river.

It’s like a mother’s milk line.

The children of the Baskervilles were now thrown into the cradle of the sword.

Who is the first to get out of this labyrinth and jump into the river first? That will determine the future of these children.

Thirty-two children born this year, including all of the family’s legitimate bastards and cousins, compete with each other in the middle of the cradle of swords.

The blades, densely packed with snail shell patterns, were guiding the children to the farthest and sharpest path of thorns.

Mmm- Ae- Mm- Ae-

A guy who cries while looking for a nanny A guy who is already nimble in crawling A guy who is bleeding after touching a knife blade Mostly so.

In fact, since these babies are less than a year old, it is a natural result.

however.

“Little things.”

Hugo Baskerville’s assessment was terribly cold.

A small, fragile creature. A creature that cannot survive without the help of others.

There was contempt in Hugo’s gaze at the human body.

Even if it is your own child, there is no exception.

Being one of the seven best swordsmen on the continent, he was famous for being an iron man from birth.

“Only like this can I fight the demons of the underworld. When will I raise these and leave them behind?”

Hugo stood high and looked at the waters of the Styx, which flowed around the cradle of the sword, and lamented.

The secret river, which flows only in the Holy Land of the Baskerville family across all continents, has the effect of increasing mana, purifying one’s aura, and making one’s body as tough and hard as steel just by soaking one’s body.

If it hadn’t been for something that only worked for children under the age of 1, I would have soaked myself right away.

When Hugo is looking at the river with a sad expression.

“…over there!”

“Oh, how can it be!”

“Nonsense!”

Consternation erupted from everywhere.

What was there to be astonished at by the family’s guardian knights, who were not shaken by anything?

Hugo raised his head with a puzzled expression.

and that moment.

“……!”

His eyes, which had been filled with nothing but tedious boredom, contempt, impatience, and disappointment, were young.

The cradle of the sword.

For through this thick forest of blades a child was heading straight for the River Styx.

Jjeok-jjook-pit-

The child’s body is already covered in blood.

Surprisingly, the child was going straight through the cradle of knife needles that stretched in a spiral pattern like a snail’s shell.

Instead of going round and round on a relatively safe road, he directly squeezes into the small gap between the blades.

There was a knife mark on his white, soft cheek.

Her soft and plump waist and forearms were cut and torn all over.

All of his knees were bruised, and his dainty palms were already bloody.

A child crawling on top of it, making a path of red blood by squeezing between the countless needles.

Everyone in the family was overwhelmed by the spirit of this child who was less than 100 days old.

It was the same with Hugo Les Baskerville, the head of Baskerville, the iron-blooded swordsman.

Eventually, the child was completely out of the maze.

The brothers were still trapped in the center of the cradle of swords and couldn’t get out.

…with a plop!

As soon as the child came out of the cradle, he threw himself into the River Styx.

The river water turns red.

Hugo moved forward in an unusual way, clutching the railing with both hands.

Seeing the cracks in the marble railing, the attendants widened their eyes.

It was because it was the first time I had seen him, who usually showed an emotionless attitude in everything, be so agitated.

“A child! A child? What happened to my child?”

Hugo raised his voice.

The child who fell into the River Styx still does not come up.

Before long, several of the family’s guardian knights approached the River Styx and peered into it.

and. The knights were frightened at once.

“Bocchan Do is drinking river water!”

It was an answer that would make Hugo’s mouth wide open.