Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 112
Episode 112 Great Love (3)
Around the end of the sharp spire, a burning evening light hangs.
A great dinner has come to the Baskervilles.
Bikir went into the depths of the inner sanctuary, where only those who had enemies in his family, especially those in important positions, could enter.
The first floor of the inner sanctuary was the banquet hall.
The interior of the large stone chamber, carved out of black stone, was not very luxurious or splendid, but it was certainly large and magnificent.
An eerie, cold atmosphere pervaded the gothic interior. It’s hard to imagine that it’s a place where family meals take place.
The attitude of the servants who brought food was also strange.
Regardless of gender, their faces were white and expressionless.
It moves like a doll, carrying food and arranging tools.
Meanwhile.
Several people were sitting and eating at a large round table.
Long, gloomy shadows cast across the hard, angular walls and ceiling.
At the end of it sits Hugo, the head of Baskerville, the iron-blooded swordsman.
Hugo Les Baskerville. He was still eating his meal with a grim, piercing spirit.
Cut the meat slowly, chew it and swallow it.
He didn’t open his mouth even once during the horribly monotonous and repetitive work he did.
On the other hand, the two men sitting far apart on either side of Hugo were staring at each other the whole time.
Boston Terrier Les Baskervilles. and the Great Dane Les Baskervilles.
These two, who lead the Pit Bull Knights and the Mastiff Knights, respectively, have been hostile to each other since they entered the banquet hall.
“Kuhm!”
The Earl of Boston Terrier cleared his throat and twirled his fork around. Then, in a voice filled with displeasure, he said a word.
“Isn’t that meat a little undercooked?”
At the Boston Terrier’s words, everyone at the table stopped forking for an instant.
The Boston Terrier, who nervously pokes the steak in front of his eyes with his fork, quickly lifted the meat on the end of the fork.
Blood drips down onto the plate.
The blood drained from the servants’ faces as they watched the bloodless meat.
In particular, the chef’s expression was so white that it seemed as if he was looking at a piece of paper.
Eventually, Hugo turned his head.
“It’s a Boston Terrier. Don’t you like meat?”
The Boston Terrier shook his head in surprise.
“Oh no big brother. It’s not like that. I was talking about the meat on the plate across from you.”
At that, everyone’s eyes turned to the other side of the Boston Terrier.
“…”
There, a large man was sitting and silently cutting a knife.
A man silently chewing and swallowing a dripping rare steak.
He was the Great Dane Earl, leader of the Mastiff Knights.
“…What else are you complaining about?”
The Great Dane asked the Boston Terrier.
Then the Boston Terrier distorted the scars on his face and sighed.
“No. The meat seems too raw. I’m asking you to cook it a little longer.”
“……For me, this is just right.”
“Aha. I see.”
The Boston Terrier laughed at the Great Dane’s blunt reply.
And he spoke in a voice boiling deep in his throat.
“It’s like someone who always eats it raw. The same goes for meat and new knights.”
At that, the Great Dane stopped forking.
“……What do I eat raw?”
“Ouch. Did you hear that? Your ears are so bright.”
“Tell me again. What do I eat raw?”
“…Your ears aren’t very bright again.
When the Boston Terrier smiled and showed his teeth instead of answering, the Great Dane kept his mouth shut.
The confrontation between the two made the atmosphere at the banquet even colder.
The Boston Terrier opened its mouth to the Great Dane.
“Eat a lot of meat on a daily basis. It doesn’t matter if you eat it and get food poisoning or not.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are these inconsequential words and actions at the dinner table?”
“I mean you all know that you came here with the intention of putting my lovely nephew into the corrupt Mastiff Order.”
The Boston Terrier was now growling very openly.
But the Great Dane calmly replied, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.
“My lovely nephew? I admit that. But there is a problem with the word before that. ‘My’ lovely nephew. Bikir is your nephew, but he is also my nephew. It’s a natural thing.”
“Why is it the right way to throw a child into the Order of the Mastiff?”
“…Be careful with your words. It is far better to join the Mastiff Knights than to join the dull, stupid Pit Bull Knights.”
“I’ll be careful with my words, so be careful with your dog. I’m afraid I’ll be bitten soon.”
“Seeing the barking, unable to identify friends, all I can do is sigh.”
“What do you mean by a guy with a big chest and an empty stomach?”
The Boston Terrier and the Great Dane continued to fight a war of nerves.
It’s all a fight to attract Bikir to his knights.
It was an embarrassing task for Bikir, who ate quietly in the middle of
“…” .
If you’re a ‘knightage Pit Bull’, you know a little bit about their history because you’ve only ever led them once before.
A ‘sweeping professional’ knight squad made up of 100 graduates.
They are known as the most savage order of knights, not only in the Baskervilles, but throughout the Empire.
In the past, when Bikir was the deputy consul of Underdog City, the illegal slave auction house under the Underdog was infested with big-time criminals who were wanted all over the empire.
The Pitbull Knights had a history of slaughtering and slaughtering all the beasts of this huge criminal organization in just half a day.
Not enough, he even set fire to the Club Burning Suspension, which was a hotbed of luxury, pleasure, illegality, and crime, so his reputation is bound to be known throughout the empire.
And all of those things happened under Vikir’s leadership.
That was also the reason why the now Earl of Boston Terrier cherishes and loves his nephew Bikir.
“Nephew. Just trust this uncle and follow him. I will make you the strongest pit bull.”
He chews on the meat dripping with blood and laughs.
He must have put on a kind expression in his own way, but the servants around him were trembling in fear.
but. It wasn’t just Boston Terriers who were courting.
“Keuheum! Nephew. The Bull Mastiff Knights aren’t bad either….Well. I’m not saying this because I’m the leader, I’m really recommending it because it’s really good.”
Great Dane. He, too, had been sending friendly glances toward Bikir since earlier.
The ‘knightage Mastiff’ he leads is also an elite group comparable to the Pit Bull Knights.
If the Pit Bull Knights were known as the ‘knights specializing in sweeping’ that created an atmosphere of fear through unilateral slaughter and slaughter, the Mastiff Knights were known as the ‘knights specializing in war’ to formally subdue the other party.
Like Pit Bull, there are a hundred graduates here.
They are mobilized only when a duel or war has been duly declared, and they defeat and subdue opponents in fair power-to-force contests.
It is similar in that they always see blood once dispatched, but the operation method is a little different from the Pit Bull Knights, who do not hesitate to assassinate depending on the occasion.
However, the ranks of the knights who are evaluated as a whole are similar, so now the Earl of Boston Terrier and the Earl of Great Dane reveal their teeth and growl at each other.
“Who are the sandals who can’t even show their teeth without an official letter to ruin the future of their nephew! Where did their conscience go?”
“It looks like you exiled the concept to faraway Hokkaido. Killing opponents with filthy and nasty tactics isn’t the best. Don’t pollute my nephew’s chivalric spirit.”
“Dirty and nasty? Know if you can get a shiny pair of armor and measure your form thanks to us.”
“I’m revealing with my mouth that I only do good things for others. You’re like an apricot with bad light.”
All these quarrels are to recruit the promising super rookie ‘Bikir’ as a new member of their knights.
If you can recruit Vikir, who is currently running the best stock price, into your knights, all the stories and achievements of Vikir will come under your knights, and the future of the knights will also be prosperous.
Wouldn’t it be exciting from the point of view of the knight commander if an unprecedented talent who had reached the intermediate level of a graduate at the age of seventeen or twenty would come in?
Furthermore, as longing, loving, and worshiping strength itself is the tradition of the Baskervilles, the two earls were no exception.
The same was true of the other five counts who unfortunately could not attend this event due to distance issues.
……but.
Bikir had no intention of joining the Knights.
‘Because I’ll eat them both up.’
Are there only two? The other five, that is, the Seven Knights of the Baskervilles, will all be put under their feet.
The idea of engulfing the entire Baskerville family. It was a plan that I had been thinking about for the past 17 years since I returned.
However, once there is a dispute at this place, it is certainly difficult.
The confrontation between the two counts, the Boston Terrier and the Great Dane, who kept bickering and growling with Vikir in between, continued to grow sharper.
Embarrassed in his position, Bikir turned his head away with a puzzled look on his face.
It was to ask for help from Hugo, the head of the family and the organizer of the Great Banquet.
……but.
“?”
Bikir had no choice but to express his embarrassment.
It was because Hugo was watching the two half-brothers quarrel with a happy expression.