Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 42

Episode 42 United Front of the House of Morgue (3)

Vikir thought.

‘?’

What does this mean?

For the first time since returning, something unexpected happened.

Three infamous young Baskervilles, who would later be called ‘Hugo’s Trident’, began pretending to be friends with Vikir.

Even before returning, Bikir was hit by these triplets and crossed the line of fire several times, and it was also the fault of these guys that he was captured and executed at the last moment.

……But what about now?

The three brothers, Hive, Middle, and Low, stood around Bikir.

If in the past they were surrounded like this to harass them, this time they are surrounded to protect them.

“He’s the sign of our anti-gangryeol, so I can’t let anyone fight. I’ll keep my weight.”

“You have to protect it.”

“You have to protect it.”

Loubro even glanced around and winked at Bikir.

Bikir couldn’t help but be more absurd.

‘Have you been messing around with your finger?’

But Bikir wasn’t the first to experience this kind of behavior from the triplets.

‘Certainly, since they hunted trolls in front of everyone in the past, they have become noticeably docile.’

maybe it was before that. Was it from the time I caught Cerberus in my first practical evaluation at the age of 8?

Something was a little strange from the time he approached Bikir who was eating haggis and pretended to be friendly.

Bikir had been thoroughly paying attention to his peers around him.

It was because they were so weak and young that they were not even worth dealing with.

However, such an indifferent attitude seems to have caused a change in the hearts of the triplets.

After all, following the philosophy of strong self-esteem was the habit of the Baskervilles.

Moreover, it seemed that these guys were even making a strange mistake.

“Leave this to us, Vikir. I’ll repay you for recommending us to the academy.”

“Leave it to me, Vikir. I’ll repay you.”

“Leave it to me, Vikir. I’ll repay you.”

The triplets speak in a determined manner.

It was only then that Vikir was able to recall the conversation with Hugo not long ago.

When asked who they are close with, I mentioned the triplets without much thought, and it must have been quite moving to these guys.

Bikir decided to just keep his mouth shut.

“…”

A child who thinks he or she is doing something great usually looks cute.

(Moreover, these triplets have such damn personalities, but one of them looks cute)

Vikir pondered for a while.

‘It must be useful.’

These triplets will surely grow into very useful murder weapons in the future.

These guys are not very smart, so they make their own decisions, and even though they can’t move, they’ve done one thing for sure.

To the extent that he was mobilized for all sorts of secret and dirty work, it is no different than proving his skills and loyalty.

Literally a hound. Completely obedient to the master’s orders.

And Bikir, who had been bitten by their teeth, knew best.

In the end, Bikir pretended not to win.

“I’ll trust you guys.”

Then, the three twins’ expressions suddenly brightened.

They appeared in front of Vikir with even more joy than when they received Hugo’s praise at the end of the month evaluation.

‘Yeah, there’s no reason to dissuade them from doing that.’

Bikir decided to step back for a while.

yet.

The three sisters of the House of Morgue and the three brothers of the House of Baskerville began to fight.

They and the girls, who had already met at several annual events, were famous for having a very bad relationship.

Before long, the three sisters started attacking first.

“You’re like idiots who only know how to do it in groups of three.”

Rousis put her hands on the ground first.

She specializes in powerful aquatic magic, and begins to create and shoot countless drops of water.

Puff puff puff!

The power of the water droplets flying at high speed was powerful.

It is said that dripping water gathers for a long time to pierce a rock, but the mana-loaded water droplets shot by Roosis were enough to pierce the rock at once.

A land that is completely devastated.

The water droplets sent by Loosis pierce countless holes in the ground and moisten the soil at the same time.

Middlesis followed suit.

Specializing in powerful earth magic, she stirs her hands together to collect the mushy soil.

Coo-gu-gu-gu-gu-

The soil, which was easily deformed by being wet with water, became an earthen wall by Middlesis’ order and wrapped around the three sisters.

Furthermore, sharp rocks protruded like blades on the outer surface of the earthen wall, so it was possible to defend and attack at the same time.

Lastly, the eldest sister, Hisis, came forward.

Specializing in powerful grass magic, she whipped up the grass seeds from the ground with her two hands.

The thick plant stems grew up and stretched out their vines, and grew in size based on the water of Lowis and the soil of Middlesis.

The land, water, and plants created a synergy with each other, making Morgue’s fortress even stronger, while at the same time putting pressure on the enemies.

Indeed, these qualities are so great that they are called the ‘three tales of Morgue’.

However, the three brothers of Baskerville were also not easy.

“Hehehe, what are you going to do with the grass, not the meat?”

“What can I do?”

“What can I do?”

Hivero ran out first.

The faint aura of gaseous form drew a sharp tooth and hit the dirt wall in front of my eyes.

OK.

…Puff! blah blah!

The earthen wall cracks open, revealing the inside at once.

Because it was only 1 circle magic, the limit of defense power was clear.

And after that, the blades of Middle Bro and Low Bro flew in and stuck.

The high-speed rotating aura vaporized the flying water droplets and tore the plant stems into chunks.

Kwak! bang! Puff!

Swords and magic clash fiercely.

Magic raised more and more mana and reproduced the power of the elements more strongly, and swordsmanship was explosively raging using the mana and life force in the body as firewood.

Which is stronger, magic or sword?

It was an argument that always took place between Morgue and Baskerville, who were adjacent to each other in their territories.

And at the forefront of that debate, these three sisters and three brothers stood today.

These six people were fighting with all their might to prove the banner of their family.

“…”

It was just boring for Vikir to watch this.

What kind of tension would there be in fighting three first-class wizards who only knew how to use 1st-circle magic and three low-ranking sword experts who had just mastered the first type of Baskerville?

Moreover, Bikir has no particular attachment or brotherly love to the Baskerville family, so he is even more unscrupulous across the river.

‘I just want everyone to die.’

It was an extremely cynical attitude.

However, the other Baskerville knights, except Vikir, had a slightly different attitude.

Even if everyone doesn’t talk, it looks pretty interesting.

Staffordshire asked at Bikir, who looked sullen.

“Isn’t it interesting?”

“what?”

“Isn’t this a place where young dreamers who will lead the family in the future compete for talent and potential?”

“If that’s the case, then I’m a dreamer too.”

“Bocchan is already…… you’re not in the class to play at that age.”

“It’s just a waste of time. I’ll have to get past it quickly. There’s a mountain of things to discuss with the head of the fort…”

But he couldn’t finish his words.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam!

This is because a powerful explosion occurred and swept away a wide area.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Eww!?”

The three sisters of the House of Morgue and the three brothers of the House of Baskerville were all frightened.

The flames that consume everything around him stick out their red tongues.

Steel skewers rising from the ground peek pik made the surroundings into a field of thorns.

Perpuck! Woo support!

The earthen wall pierced with a skewer collapses in an instant.

The scorching heat scorched all the water and plants, and even pushed the Baskerville triplets to their blades.

The border between fire and iron and red and black in an instant separates the House of Morgue from the House of Baskerville.

A magic so powerful that even the other Baskervilles, who watched the children’s fight happily, drew their swords halfway in surprise.

Sponge! Tadak! Puffy! Roaring!

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding cotton fields turned into an inferno.

The triplets of the Baskervilles barely managed to escape beyond the Wall of Fire.

However, her hair was already charred and fried.

“What is this! You almost burned to death!”

“what!”

“what!”

The triplets raised their heads to protest against the excessive suppression of the House of Morgue.

However, the three sisters of the Rue Morgue on the other side were treated even worse.

They are not even scorched by the flames, and they are thrown out with their whole bodies scratched and torn by skewers.

There was a deep fear in the eyes of Highsis, Middlesis, and Lowsis, who were crawling on the floor.

“Huh uh uh… I really almost died…”

“If I had avoided it a little later, I would have died heheeng-”

“Sisters- I’m scared-”

The three of the Baskervilles who saw them tremble The twins closed their mouths in protest.

The hand of Morgue, who is merciless even to the same family.

Everyone turned their heads toward the direction the flame magic flew from.

Before long, a quiet voice came from beyond the wall of fire.

“……What are these people doing?”

A cold voice, but a somewhat youthful voice.

Eventually, an iron skewer and an enforcer of hot flames appear.

The nickname that will be called ‘Wu Zetian Wu’ in the distant future.

The heroine of Morgue, who will be called ‘Fire and Pike’ or ‘Queen of Red and Black’.

‘……But I’m still young.’

Bikir raised his head.

An 8-year-old girl in a hazy memory.

And now, a 15-year-old girl who has grown up without realizing it.

Morgue Camus.

The girl I met again after 7 years was looking down at me.