Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 120

Episode 120 Hunting for the Second Son (1)

In a dark cave.

A man is sitting alone in the training wing outside the Baskervilles’ estate.

Set Les Baskervilles. Hugo’s second son.

He was reading a letter from a three-eyed crow.

“…Hmm. That’s right, that Bikir left to enter the academy, right?”

Set covered letters.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsutsu…

Then the parchment on which the letters were written burned and disappeared.

It was a bright black flame.

Seth opened his closed eyes.

Both eyeballs seemed to be turning in different directions, but soon only the dark black spot filled the eye socket.

“Well, it’s better not to have it. There was a lot of room to get in the way when the family was swallowed up.”

Set laughed and leaned his head against the wall.

Then, a black, huge shadow fell on the rock wall.

“I was annoyed to keep only Hugo, Osiris, and the Seven Counts in check, but I want to see even that little guy show his full potential. I should have killed him in the sea of water. Ah, I should have ended it when I released the poisonous snake in the cradle in the first place. Stupid mother and nanny. because.”

After thinking about this and that, Set stretched out his hand to the side, perhaps feeling nervous.

There was a child with a frightened expression.

“President Hu? Where is this place?”

“Um. Don’t worry. This is your home.”

“Yes? Ha, but the head of the orphanage said I would be adopted into a good house… This place is a scary cave!”

The inside of the cave was so dark that it was impossible to see an inch in front of it, and it was filled with a disgusting stench that made it difficult to endure for a while.

Seth smiled and grabbed the child’s arm.

“A cave? Ah, this is it. I think there may be a misunderstanding, but of course this cave is not your home.”

At Set’s words, the child’s expression softened for a moment.

however.

“This is where you will go.”

At the same time, Set, who was looking at the child’s face, opened his mouth wide.

In its red mouth, teeth like blades protruded.

A large eyeball on the uvula squeaks and illuminates the child’s face.

Before the child had time to scream, Set swallowed the child’s head in one bite.

…Ouddeuk! Pudeuk –

The shadow of a child twists miserably on the rock wall of the cave.

The blood splashed on the wall lost its color in an instant, and the last exhaled breath mixed with warmth sank into the depths of the abyss.

Set mumbled a few times before dismembering the bones and tossing them on the floor.

“As expected, human corpses are the most delicious. I can’t stop eating them. Shall we breed them collectively? Let them breed them.”

Set grinned at the bone that had fallen to the floor.

On the jet-black floor in the dark, many bones were already piled up like mountains, giving off a stench.

Set sniffed the smell of rotting corpses and put on a happy face.

“Hmm. The scent of home. It’s sweet my home as expected.”

Set lay down on a pile of bones.

Right then.

The three-eyed crow opened its mouth.

[Hey ten. Are you handling things well?]

“Oh, it’s a surprise.”

Set spits out the mumbled bone in amazement.

The crow said with three eyeballs shining.

[We can open a new era only when we work hard to open the ‘gate’. The opening of a new era is just around the corner. Haven’t you forgotten?]

“Okay. I see~ Other guys keep an eye on me, am I the only one? So what did you do?”

[I have no time to care about you for the time being. I also have another human to pay attention to.]

“A human to pay attention to? Eight yourself?”

[It’s a similar case to yours.]

At the crow’s words, Set frowned.

‘If I’m paying attention, are you referring to that Bikir guy? The place where the Eighth Lord is infiltrating is the Rue Morgue. ……then?’

Who is the new up-and-coming master who has recently appeared in the Rue Morgue? Set quickly found an answer.

“You mean that supporter who just joined the Dark Party? What was his name? Camus? Why is he?”

[…]

The crow did not answer. Instead, he just criticized Set.

[I will not answer unnecessary questions. And isn’t it eating too many human remains lately? Cases of kidnapping or missing infants are heard all too often. The dogs of Baskerville have good noses, so be careful not to smell.]

“Don’t worry, I’m doing well without being noticed. I’ve never been disturbed.”

[Looking at the bones piled up in the cave, I’m a little concerned. What if someone breaks in?]

“Don’t worry. In the first place, this cave has a barrier so that only monsters or human bodies under the age of 8 can enter. No one can find it.”

Then the crow finally nodded as if relieved. And I ended the conversation without permission.

[For the destruction of humans. For the Ten Commandments.]

Eventually, the demonic energy oozing out of the crow’s eyeballs faded. The crow fell to the ground and died.

“You’re still just saying what I have to say. Unlucky bastard.”

Set crushed the crow’s corpse with his feet as if it were annoying.

“Damn it. It’s still a long way from building enough magic to open the gate. I wonder how much human blood must be sucked. At this rate, I’ll have to wait another 10 years.”

Set grumbled, emitting dark eyes typical of demons.

His cunning brain calculates the mana needed for the plan and the time it will take to gather it.

Exactly 12 and a half years.

At that level, the human world should hold its breath.

Only then can a huge gate linking the demon world and the human world be created and the prelude to a great war can be raised.

“…We have to open the ‘Age of Destruction’ as soon as possible. Ah! Just thinking about it is thrilling.”

Set cries out in joy in advance, recalling the human world in which the hell that will unfold in the future is also devastated.

That impression seemed to last for quite some time.

“Opening what?”

……If it weren’t for the uninvited guests who suddenly broke into the cave.

At that moment, Set jumped up from his seat.

“!”

An intruder came in, but I didn’t feel the presence.

Neither the flow of mana, nor the concentration of demonic energy, nor even a sound of infiltration.

Set was horrified to see the face of the one who had entered the cave.

Bikir. Bikir van Baskerville. The younger brother Set had been watching closely was standing here.

“What happened? Didn’t you go to the academy?”

“I’m going. Before that, just look at your face.”

Bikir responded in a nonchalant tone and stood in front of Set.

Set narrowed his eyes and looked at Bikir in front of him.

It’s extremely faint from Bikir, but I can definitely feel the smell of the monster. Especially around the wrist of the right hand.

‘So I was able to break through the barrier?’

Set opened his spirits and confirmed the barrier.

In the barrier, the drum was torn with something like an awl.

There was a distinctly small rift that only one Vikir could enter.

Meanwhile, Bikir looked into Set’s eyes.

Inside the eye socket, which is filled only with black eyes without an eyeball, demonic energy unique to the demon tribe is gushing out.

“You don’t even want to hide your identity anymore.”

“What about the yard that caught the scene?”

At Bikir’s question, Set shrugged.

Eventually, seeing the remains of children scattered on the floor, Bikir swallowed his silence.

In a previous life, he was framed for this terrible atrocity and executed. It was even more futile because it was after the end of the era of destruction.

And now, the true culprit of the false accusation he wrote is laughing round and round in front of his eyes.

Because of that guy, Bikir has been deceived countless times, passed the death penalty countless times, and even actually died in the end.

And the Pomeranian also had to spend a difficult childhood after losing his family.

The misfortunes of Hugo and Baskerville were all caused by this guy.

Set Les Baskervilles. No, something covering his outer skin.

Vikir gave a short warning to the enemy in front of him.

“Don’t laugh.”

But Set laughed louder and louder.

“Pufufufufuhehehe… little brother. I don’t know how you came to know about this place, but to have that kind of confidence with only intermediate graduate skills. You’re overly arrogant.”

Set pulled out a flamberg that curved like a snake from his waist.

Before long, the aura of a senior grader began to dwell in the sword.

Set swung his sword at Bikir with a deep smile.

That moment.

…Puff!

A short bloody sound rang out.

For a moment, Set had to blink his eyes, not knowing what had happened.

yet.

Took!

There was a sound of something falling to the ground.

It was the left arm that did not hold the knife.

Blood was gushing out of the amputated part of his left arm, which had been neatly severed.

“……uh?”

When Set looked up with a dazed expression, he saw Bikir’s knife flying right in front of him.

Demon Sword Baalzebub. And the seven teeth it draws out.

Baskerville’s seventh ceremony.

But it was something else that shocked Set before them.

An aura as sticky as honey and as red as blood.

The level of stepping up from the advanced graduate level and looking into the realm of the master.

The aura of the highest rank of the graduates was exploding!

“Don’t laugh.”

Those were the last words Vikir spoke before tearing the skin from both sides of Set’s mouth.