Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 22

Episode 22 Morgue Camille (3)

“Doesn’t the House of Morgue teach you not to covet other people’s things?”

The atmosphere changed once again when Bikir said as he entered the room.

Adolf’s expression, which had been subtly smiling until now, hardened.

Kamyu also glares at Bikir with an angry expression.

Hugo, on the other hand, had the subtle expression that Adolf had been wearing all along.

“…”

“…”

A showdown between two proud geniuses.

The supernovas of both families, said to come out once in a hundred years or not, faced each other in the middle of the room.

Bikir took a careful look at Morgue Camus in front of him.

Red hair, eyes sparkling like rubies, a sharp nose, chubby cheeks, and a few freckles on that pale expression.

‘Is that the Morgue Camus I know?’

The face of childhood and the face of adulthood overlap.

If you remove the breast meat from that face, remove the youthful energy, and put a little more time on it… You will see a face Bikir knows.

Iron-Blooded Empress of the House of Morgue.

A person who was known as an unparalleled genius in Morgue, a prestigious magic house that produced numerous great wizards throughout history.

In addition to his noble magic skills, wasn’t he a beautiful appearance that captivated the hearts of all men in the social world and was also good at beauty circles using that beauty?

The place to enter and the place to come out Camu’s exaggerated figure was such that even high-nosed, high-ranking members of the royal family could wrap it under the width of her skirt, which soon made her the embodiment of power.

He did not hesitate to marry for convenience several times, and each time the prestige of the House of Morgue greatly increased.

During her heyday as a Marquis, a woman who subjugated countless demons and barbarians in the ‘Red and Black Mountains’, set up a border of blood and ashes by skewering enemies and burning them with fire.

In her later years, she was called ‘Wuo Tian Wu (則天武后)’ with a tremendous reputation.

“Hey, what did you just say?”

……But that’s a story in the distant future. Now he is just an 8-year-old kid.

Camus questioned Bikir in a high-pitched voice.

“Why is the ruby mine yours!? Ours!”

At the sight, Adolf laughed and Hugo frowned.

However, Vikida dismisses Camu’s protest with one word.

“It must have been a lot of trouble coming a long way to smoke a smoker.”

Hugo laughed at the sight and Adolf frowned.

Meanwhile.

Realizing that the weapon of being a child is ineffective, Kamyu gritted his teeth.

So Camus changed his attitude and returned to his original coherence.

Saah …

a cold energy flows around the girl’s body.

Camus, who abandoned her innocent expression, opened her mouth in a cold voice.

“Since you seem to hate clunkers, let me logically explain why this ruby mine belongs to the House of Morgue.”

Camus took out a map and analyzed and explained the topography of the mine.

“The only mine on the ground where rubies can be mined is within our family. In other words, the Baskervilles cannot mine ruby veins on their own anyway. From the Baskerville family’s point of view, we would rather give us the right to mine the ruby veins underground in their territory. It’s business-wise to hand it over and receive a certain portion of the land rent.”

She is the only daughter of a noble family in magic who has never been victimized by logic.

Even grown-up adults are stumped by her logical skills, but what about her peers?

However, Camu’s pride soon had to face challenges.

“Ruby is a mineral that is often used as a magical material. The Baskervilles have no reason to mine it. Land rent? ”

Kamyu put on a blank expression at Bikir’s retort.

For the first time in my life, I met an opponent whose logic did not work. Even for peers!

Aren’t most men of this age dull and stupid? Camus must have felt a little confused.

……Meanwhile.

The war of words between Kamu and Bikir was not just for 8-year-olds.

Both Adolf and Hugo couldn’t help but watch with interest because both of them were properly pointing out the logic of the House of Morgue and the House of Baskerville.

Camus narrowed her eyes and said.

“It’s amazing. I’ve never seen a kid like you again. In my family, there are no peers my age who can talk to me.”

“Go outside for a bit.”

“… Excuse me. I’ve already been out a lot when it comes to the territory inspection. What do you know about my life when you say that?”

“Actually, I have no interest in your life. The problem is Ruby. If you want to change the subject, do it alone.”

Contrary to Bikir’s scornful attitude, Kamyu’s gaze is getting more and more mischievous.

A classic and obvious feeling, ‘You’re the first man who’s so indifferent to me!’

I just did that.

Camus is a direct lineage of the House of Morgue and has lived with countless respects.

Where would you go to receive such blatant contempt from your peers?

Moreover, it is an argument that must not be lost on a stage that can never be pushed back.

A pride that had never been broken was ignited.

Camus inquired.

“The mining grounds are within Morgue’s territory! Then the mining rights belong to Morgue, of course!”

“Underground veins extend under Baskerville’s territory. So the mining rights belong to Baskerville rather.”

“The Baskervilles don’t care about rubies!”

“That’s right. I’m only interested in territory. So don’t come in. Is this hard to understand?”

Morgue to Louvier and Baskerville to the Territory. Since the points are different, there is no way to reach an agreement.

And since the adults standing behind the children were not much different from those of the children, there was no sign of a resolution to the dispute.

at that time.

Kamuy’s ruby-colored eyes shone.

“Okay. I’ll make sure you know where the ownership of the ruby vein is!”

Camus picked up a brush and ink from the desk.

And I started painting on the floor.

A large circle centered on Bikir and a large circle centered on Kamu.

The two circles were touching each other.

In time, Camus made a wall out of a large piece of paper to separate the two circles.

(The paper wall was so large that two attendants had to hold it from both sides.)

Eventually, Camu, beyond the paper wall, spoke.

“That side is your land and this side is mine.”

“…”

Bikir made no reply.

Only Hugo and Adolf watch with interest as the two eight-year-olds quarrel.

at that time.

…Boo-wook!

The paper wall is torn.

Camus tore through the paper wall and inserted his arm.

A plump white arm pierced the paper wall and entered Bikir’s land.

Camu asked Bikir.

“So whose arm is this?”

Upon hearing that, Adolf’s expression brightened.

On the other hand, Hugo’s expression was crumpled.

Camu’s analogy was clear.

Even though his arm has crossed the boundary, the ownership of the arm is still with him, so the ruby vein is also the same.

It was a passage that showed the wisdom of ancestors who said that a long time ago, when persimmons on a persimmon tree grew beyond the fence of a neighbor’s house, they went to claim ownership of the persimmons.

however.

“…Hmm. Whose arm is this?”

Bikir is not so easy-going.

chin!

Strong hands, unlike those of an eight-year-old, gripped his plump, white forearms.

Bikir spoke first before Kamyu could even scream ‘Ouch!’

“It’s mine now.”

In an instant, a tremendous sense of intimidation emanated from Bikir.

It wasn’t the intimidating feeling of pumping up mana, but the power that radiated from the existence itself.

It was an overwhelming momentum that only seasoned hunters who had passed through the era of destruction could emit.

Even Adolf and Hugo flinch at the force of it.

Of course, not to mention Camus, who was only 8 years old.

“……What what?”

Camus tried to shake off his hand, but to no avail.

Buuk-

The paper wall was torn apart and Bikir pulled Camu’s arm.

The distance between the two children was close enough that their noses could touch.

“……!”

For a moment, Camu’s gaze wavered.

It’s the first time I’ve seen another child this close. It is also of the opposite sex, not of the same sex.

The face of a boy other than the family he saw for the first time across the wall was both incredibly unfamiliar and mysterious.

Black hair, black eyes, white skin.

And a body odor that was completely different from anything I had ever smelled, and the sound of breathing that was barely audible.

For a moment, Camus felt a shock that seemed to blow her mind away.

It was a very unfamiliar experience for an 8-year-old who had little experience of going outside the family.

‘It looks cute.’

Camus for a moment forgot the seriousness of the situation and thought of this.

Is that why?

I made the mistake of blushing and stepping back from an important meeting.

“Why is my me yours! Ooh, that’s funny!”

Although he fired at him, it is unclear whether the attack went in properly because his eyes were lowered to the floor.

Adolf and Hugo were watching the scene with subtle expressions.

“Kuhm.”

“Hum hum.”

The fresh sensibility of 8-year-olds mixed with important diplomatic issues made it a very awkward atmosphere.

……just then.

Bikir’s words broke the atmosphere.

“Who said you were mine?”

At the same time, power entered Vikir’s grip, which he hadn’t let go of yet.

Camu is pulled back towards Bikir.

Before she could scream in surprise, Bikir’s other hand moved.

“Your arm is mine.”

After she finished speaking, Bikir pulled it out like lightning from her waist.

It was a dagger with a sharp blue blade.

It was a shocking sight enough to make Camu, Adolf, and even Hugo, who always has a poker face, hiccup.