Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 43

Episode 43 Fiancee (1)

Morgue’s supernova.

The only daughter of the head of the household, Morgue Lespannet.

If it’s bloodline, if it’s talent, if it’s talent, if it’s personality, it’s personality.

No one doubts that he will become the head of the House of Morgue in the future, without missing anything.

‘But still a 15-year-old kid.’

Bikir looked up and looked over the wall of fire and the dead pool of skewers.

Morgue Camus. She was standing in an arrogant posture, looking down.

And the three sisters of Morga, who are all battered and sprawled on the floor, are trembling as they see Camus.

“Kkamyuya sisters…”

“Uuuuuuu Just to stop the intruders…”

“Those quarreled first!”

Hysis Middlesis Lowsis is one year older than Camus.

However, they were crushed by the overwhelming spirit of Camus, and they had their heads on the ground, unable to breathe properly.

It was an unusual sight for Morgue, a famous magician, where the rankings between siblings were strict because the achievement gap was large according to age.

yet. Camus had an alluring smile.

“Camyu? Are you talking to me now, sisters?”

“Heeek!? Ah no! That can’t be the case, Viceroy!”

“Move away. If you don’t want to end up like that.”

Camus stretches out her finger as if it’s annoying.

There, corpses threaded on iron skewers and burned were strewn along the border.

It was the part where it became clear who created this bloody landscaping.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The three sisters trembled and ran away at the words of their one-year-old younger brother.

There is only a strange silence in the battlefield where they disappeared.

“…”

“…”

“…”

Even the triplets of the Baskervilles, who had been baring their teeth just now, lose their temper in front of Camus.

Soon Camus rode his horse and approached the Baskervilles.

Stopping exactly in front of Vikir, she opened her mouth while looking directly into Vikir’s eyes.

“Welcome, partner.”

Of course, he was talking about the future joint operation to subdue monsters and barbarians.

* * *

Seeing him again after 7 years, the upright guy from the House of Morgue has changed quite a bit.

First of all, the freckles on his face are all gone, and his teeth are also gone.

Her cheeks were chubby, but her breasts had not yet lost weight, but it was already slowly revealing how she would grow and how much her beauty would be.

Bikir recalled seeing her appearance from a distance several times before returning.

‘Was it thirty lines then? Pretty was pretty.’

Even Bikir, who was not very interested in a woman’s appearance, admired her beauty. The expression ‘dazzling’ could not be so appropriate.

It was said that the Morgue family would not have to worry about firewood all winter, even if they only collected love letters and marriage proposals that came to Camus.

And Camu itself enjoyed the situation.

She caught all the men by her skirt width and got involved in all the scandals here and there.

Of course, this was a strategic decision.

Camus despises men who cling to her beauty, but plays with their hearts, instigating competition and confrontation between each family, and absorbs all the by-products of this under Morgue’s command.

A very political act, she eventually gave neither her heart nor her body to any man, and because of that, all the men longed for her love even more.

Empress Wu who reigned while taking countless impoverished men as prisoners.

She greatly prospered Morgue and made a great contribution in the war against the Demon World.

……but.

This is the story before returning to the end.

For some reason, I don’t hear any scandals about Camu, whom I met in this life.

By the time she turned 15, she must have already managed the fishing grounds for not only the imperial family but also the other six prominent men, but she is surprisingly quiet.

For some reason, there are only rumors that she is not dating a single man even though she is of a moderate age.

‘It’s something unknown.’

Bikir rode the horse with a little doubt.

And beside him, Camus rode his horse close by.

“…That’s why the Baskervilles knew this situation. The damage caused by the savage tribes… So, after classifying them in their own way… Morgue prepared for this, and the Baskervilles and ‘s alliance…”

He spoke nonstop.

Vikir made a few casual responses, but didn’t say anything.

Camu asked Bikir openly.

“Looks like the Baskervilles don’t know much about the enemy and the savages of the Black Mountains, right?”

“That can’t be the case. They fight every time. They’ll know better than you.”

“But why did you send only the chaff? All of them are young and insignificant hounds?”

Camus seems to have grasped the level of the Baskerville delegation.

Bikir tried to answer, but kept his mouth shut.

It was already discussed with Morgue that Baskerville’s real ‘main unit’ was hiding in the mountains across the street.

“You know what do you ask?”

Then Camus smiled.

“I just dropped it once. I thought you didn’t know.”

“It’s within the family, so of course you know. I’m not in charge of the delegation here.”

“It could be a scarecrow used as a throwaway card within the family. But now I get it.”

Camus rode his horse and rode in front of Bikir.

Then, looking back at Bikir, he smiled brightly.

“That you are quite trusted within the family.”

After that, Camu’s questions continued.

“Do you know which tribe is the most troublesome among the savage tribes?”

there is no way you don’t know Before returning, one of Bikir’s main missions was to search for and subdue the enemy and the Black Mountains.

“From Morgue’s point of view, it must be ‘Balak’, a warrior tribe. And ‘Rococo’, a shaman tribe.”

The ‘Balak’ tribe is the warrior tribe that appears the most in the border area. Although there are not many of them, each member of the tribe is a warrior with strong power, so it is a troublesome opponent for the Baskervilles.

“The archery they use is powerful enough to be different from that of the Empire. The principle is not well known.”

“Hmm. That’s right. They’re an unknown tribe.”

Camus nodded and looked back at Bikir, her eyes shining.

“You know the ecology of the savage tribes. I’ll give you 8 points.”

“Huh.”

“A perfect score of 100? You failed.”

Camus stuck out her tongue and Bikir frowned slightly.

“You answered well, but why is the score the way it is?”

“Because you answered well.”

“……?”

When Bikir still made a puzzled expression, Kamyu put a mischievous smile on both sides of his lips.

“What is a man doing because he’s smart?”

“……?”

“I don’t like smart men. Males have to taste a bit stupid.”

It seems that the mind that shook and shook countless men before returning is not going anywhere.

Bikir, as if he was not worthy of an answer, rode his horse faster and went ahead.

However, Camus followed Bikir and increased his evaluation of his elongation.

“6 points in equestrianism. Is it because you’re shorter than me? You rode a horse that was too big.”

“…”

“4 points for fashion. The clothes are too dull.”

“…”

“Don’t you answer? 1 point for manners.”

“…”

“Hmm, 99 points for the face! You’ve grown up well. But I deducted 1 point because I couldn’t manage my expression.”

Listening to it makes my ears tingle.

Bikir cut it off.

“Stop the useless evaluation.”

“Why is it useless?”

“Then where is it useful?”

“Of course, isn’t that an evaluation we need for our future?”

our future?

When Bikir made an absurd expression, Camus shrugged and pushed her chest forward.

“Because he’s my future husband, I’ll have to strictly reconsider.”

“…”

“If I twist it, you can evaluate me too, right?”

“…”

“Rather, I want to be evaluated. I need to know what you think of me.”

At Camu’s words, Bikir asked as if he was dumbfounded.

“Why am I your husband?”

“Why? You passed your uncle’s test the other day.”

As I thought about what to say, I remembered that I had once competed with Adolph, the deputy of the House of Morgue.

At the time, Adolf, the sorceress, had a water jar on his head, and Vikir broke the sword at the end of the sparring and used the fragment to break the jar to pass Adolf’s test.

‘……But that was already 7 years ago?’

But now Camus was talking about it as if it had happened the other day.

Camus said with a trembling tooth.

“How could my uncle judge my husband with such a crude test!? It’s really annoying! My uncle’s decision at that time blocked my marriage path! How could it be! I made that promise in front of everyone, so now I’m married. “But what can I do! Promises are a strict law! Uh-huh, even if I don’t like words, I have to follow them. I’m getting worse and worse…!”

No one said anything, but it was burning hot alone.

Bikir looked at it and thought.

‘As expected, he’s an excellent flame-type wizard.’

If he learned flame magic to the limit, would he be able to spontaneously ignite like that by himself?

For Bikir, it was a bit of a curiosity.

Anyway, that is that and this is this.

As there is nothing good to go against the will of the future head of the House of Morgue, Bikir was considerate of Camus.

“Forget what happened that day. I’ll make it happen.”

In an instant, Camu’s body stiffened.

Bikir looked at it and thought.

‘Is it paralysis magic? That fleeting moment is great. But why did you cast it on yourself?’

Sometimes wizards do eccentricities that are incomprehensible.

I wasn’t very interested, but I have to ask what’s going on in terms of diplomacy.

When Bikir is about to open his mouth.

“Hey! How can you do something that never happened! Something that happened!”

Camus suddenly screamed.

Bikir was embarrassed for the first time since returning.

The moment he opens his mouth to say something.

“I’m a genius, so I know that once I’ve seen it, I’ll never forget it!”

Along with Kamyu’s cry, something flew into Bikir’s face.

A piece of black cloth. It was a bloody garment that was the size an 8-year-old could wear.

The pattern of the Baskervilles is clearly drawn on it, and it is the clothes Bikir covered Camus who became naked in the past.

The cloak, seven years old, still smelled faintly of the sweat of the day.

Holding it in her hand, Bikir frowned at Kamyu, who was far ahead.

‘……He gave it without washing it.’