Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 110

Episode 110 Great Praise (1)

Hugo Les Baskervilles.

The iron-blooded sword master who rules Baskerville.

One of the seven pillars supporting the great empire ‘Rock’.

The Marquis was awarded the title of ‘Sword Star’ by making a great contribution to unifying the powers of the continent, which had previously been the system of five kingdoms and sixteen kingdoms, into one great empire.

And about 10 years have passed since then.

Hugo was literally a man with an iron blood furnace heart.

They drove the rampaging savages far beyond the borders and wiped out hundreds of species of monsters.

With these achievements and the power that made them possible, they held a tight grip on even the central political world.

Countless Baskerville hounds were sacrificed in the process, but Hugo didn’t care.

It was because of his unique opposite-like temperament that he never looked back once he had decided on a direction.

……but.

That iron-blooded man is shaking right now.

Hugo was looking at the little girl in front of him with a blank expression that even Barrymore’s butler, whom he had spent his entire life with, hadn’t seen in decades.

Pomeranian.

The girl who suddenly ran out from the next room ran straight to Bikir and hugged her.

“Three cold! Thunder boom! Musher!”

However, Vikir could not take any action except to quietly hug such a Pomerian.

It was because the reaction of Hugo, who was wide-eyed right in front of his eyes, was so unexpected.

Wanting something, I glanced to the side, butler Barrymore was looking at Hugo with an even more surprised expression.

It is a natural reaction since there is no way that the world’s Hugo would ever make such an expression.

Shock and awe. An awkward silence filled the office.

Then Hugo stepped forward like a man possessed by a ghost.

“You, you… that face… can’t it…?”

Hugo’s hands and voice tremble. It was only now that Vikir knew for the first time that it could tremble.

His quivering gaze was fixed on the blood-red eyes half-hidden by the black hair on the side of the Pomeranian’s face.

Meanwhile. The Pomerian, who was whimpering in Vikir’s arms, looked back and was stunned.

“Woo-ae-ae-aeng! Samchiwoon!”

The Pomeranian then cried loudly and took a step back.

It was a natural reaction from the girl’s point of view when she saw a middle-aged man with a mustache approaching him with a trembling hand.

“Mustache! Nose hair! I feel bad! Sheer!”

Pomeranian shouted as he hid in Vikir’s arms.

And to his surprise, upon hearing that, Hugo froze in shock.

“The nose… mustache? My mustache?”

It was Hugo, groping under his nose with a trembling hand.

Then Bikir stepped forward.

“Father calm down.”

It seems that Hugo is also distracted by the cold and emotionless voice.

Vikir asked Hugo, who soon straightened his posture.

“This is a child I picked up on the way home. I brought it to run errands for you personally… but what are you bothering about?”

“Ummm. I picked it up on the street? Is that so?”

Hugo stares at the Pomerian as he answers Bikir.

However, the Pomerian was already held tightly in Vikir’s arms, so he could not see his face again.

When Hugo dared to pull his head out again to look into the Pomerian’s face, Barrymore’s butler, who was next to him, helped Vikir.

“Housekeeper. There are as many children as grains of sand who have no place to go in the world. There is nothing particularly strange about the boy picking up a child to run an errand for.”

At those words, Hugo finally stopped shaking.

“…Am I mistaken? I see. The butler is right.”

yet. Hugo returned to his original cold expression.

But why is he fiddling with his mustache?

“Are you sick of your mustache?”

“…What are you talking about, head butler?”

“Ah! No. I didn’t know!”

Barrymore unknowingly says something, but gets a harsh look from Hugo.

Eventually, Hugo sat back down on the sofa and sighed.

“Yes. I was mistaken for a moment. I’m sorry for the disorganized appearance, son.”

Hugo apologized. So Bikir was surprised once more.

Eventually, Bikir called the Chihuahua manager to send the Pomerian to bed.

“Secretary. The child was very frightened by the sound of thunder, so give him a quiet room today.”

“Yes, I’ll also order warm cocoa.”

Chihuahuas are accustomed to taking Pomerians.

It seemed as if he had been with the Pomeranian for a long time, and Hugo was able to confirm once more that his agitation was due to an illusion.

Chihuahua was a quick-witted person.

Sensing Bikir’s embarrassment, he nodded to Hugo and Barrymore, and then naturally turned and covered the Pomerian’s face.

And in that state, he picked up the Pomerian like water flowing and quickly went out of the office.

Hugo had been drying his face while covering his face with his hands.

Looking at Hugo, who was still greatly agitated, Vikir thought.

master. A warrior who has reached the highest realm is not simply strong in body.

An extremely hardened and tempered soul. The level of a sword master can only be reached when the body and soul are strong.

However, the fact that Hugo, the owner of such a strong soul, shows such a disheveled figure…

‘It seems that there is something.’

Bikir decided to think a little deeper about the Pomeranian.

at that time.

“……Son.”

Hugo opened his mouth and looked at Vikir.

“Yes Father.”

Bikir replied with a short nod.

Soon, the line came out as Bikir expected.

“Come to the Great Banquet tomorrow.”

Taiwan Chan. It is a small-scale dinner held only by a very small number of ultra-elite members of the direct lineage of the Baskervilles.

It is the lifelong dream of every lower Baskerville to attend at least once here.

At one time, Bikir was like that too.

An ordinary 17-year-old young Baskerville, especially those with the middle name of Mr. Barn, would have just waggled their tails in delight at Hugo’s proposal.

But Bikir simply nodded calmly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow evening, father.”

Hugo nodded his head without answering at all.

Only Barrymore’s butler wipes away the slightly reddened tears with a handkerchief.

‘He’s really grown up in the meantime.’

He was still an old butler who could clearly see what he was thinking.

* * *

That night.

Bikir entered the official bedroom at City Hall.

After taking a hot shower and lying on the soft bed, I felt something awkward.

Maybe it’s because I’ve only slept on dry straw and fallen leaves for the past two years, but this comfortable bed is something different.

Eventually, Bikir left the bed and came down to the floor.

Before coming down, I put a pillow under the blanket to camouflage myself.

It’s like an occupational disease (?) caused by years of assassination experience.

“…”

Lie down on the hard floor without a blanket until you get used to it.

‘Come to think of it, whenever I went hunting, I always chose this hard stone floor to sleep on.’

The two years I spent with Balak’s warrior wolves is an experience I will never forget. For a while, it seemed like it would be like this.

Bikir lay on his arms and thought about what was to come.

‘Come to think of it, Hugo’s reaction today was quite surprising.’

The reaction from earlier made me somewhat certain whether to report the case about the Pomeranian and the pendant.

I was thinking of hinting at it after tomorrow’s big banquet.

‘Then, at the most effective timing, I draw out my hand.’

It could have been a good opportunity to give Hugo a final blow at the last minute.

Either way, it should be a direction that does no harm to the Pomeranian.

When Bikir closes his eyes and plans this and that.

“……!”

Before long, Bikir’s one eye opened.

Whiiing –

A gust of wind so weak that an ordinary person would not have felt it.

The cold night wind touches your skin.

The window seemed to open without a sound, but soon a shadow crawled through the gap.

The shadow quietly approached the bed and soon took out a black-edged dagger in its hand.

The sword smelled faintly of mana.

Eventually, the shadow stood in front of the bed. Originally, it was the position where Bikir would have been lying.

but.

The shadow didn’t swing the knife right over the bed. Just lift the end of the blanket and quietly dig into it.

Of course, Bikir was on the floor, not under the blanket, so he could watch the movement of the shadow from beginning to end.

“It’s been less than a day since I came back. The information is so fast.”

Bikir laughed and stood up.

and.

The physicals of the top graduates are displayed without regret.

kang!

Bikir drew Baalzebub and put away the dagger the shadow was holding in an instant.

…puck!

The dagger of the shadow flew round and round and stuck into the wall to the root.

At the same time, Bikir’s grip flew like a snake’s jaw and grabbed the shadow’s neck.

In an instant, the shadow turned around and collapsed onto the bed, with its arms bent, and Vikir stomped ferociously on top of it.

Bikir climbed behind the shadow and whispered low into his ear.

“From now on, make a formal request for an interview. I could kill you even by mistake.”

“……I guess so.”

The shadow continued to choke, but did not lose its composure.

Eventually, the black mask covering the shadow’s face comes off.

It was a long time meeting (old face).