Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 6
Episode 6 Dogs of the Baskervilles (3)
John Barrymore.
He is a butler who has been loyal to the Baskerville family for as many as four generations.
“Head of household. I’ll give you a daily report.”
And in front of Barrymore, a middle-aged man with a cold impression is sitting.
A sharp nose like a knife, a thick beard, and cold eyes.
Sword Master Sword Saint The seven pillars of national salvation.
‘Hugo Les Baskervilles’, the best swordsman of Baskerville, a swordsman with iron blood, was looking at Barrymore with an expressionless face.
“This is the first report. Regarding the bloodshed with the ‘Morgue Family’ in the ruby mines of Red Ginger Mountain…” The Morgue family, famous for magic, is one of the seven meritorious families along with the Baskerville family
.
The Baskervilles were recently having a territorial dispute with the Morgue family, and the ruby mines in the west, which subtly straddled the ends of each other’s domains, were the area that was at issue.
Eventually, Hugo’s mouth opened.
“We’ll have a chance to discuss that soon. Morgue will come first.”
Hugo’s hands follow.
Barrymore continued to report, noticing.
Hugo listened to his report, mostly indifferently and without much interest.
Occasional frowning to express irritation was the only response.
at that time.
There was a report that Hugo showed a change in expression for the first time.
“…because. The first place in the handwriting of this midterm evaluation for children is Master Bikir.”
Hearing what Barrymore had to say, Hugo sneered at his chin.
It was Hugo’s habit when he was satisfied, Barrymore knew.
It’s rare for Hugo to remember the name of a child in the family, so Barrymore’s expression brightened too.
Hugo asked.
“Butler. When is the practical test for the children who have entered infancy?”
“It’s not far. It’ll start in five days. Most of the Guardian Knights of the Children’s Castle have already gone on a business trip to prepare.”
“Then the infant castle must be empty.”
At that, Barrymore’s expression lifted slightly.
“Even so, the next news I’m going to report is about infant sex, my lord.”
“Something?”
“That… There are good things and there are bad things.”
“Listen to the good stuff first.”
When Hugo showed interest, Barrymore’s voice picked up a little more force.
“It is said that two suns appeared in the sky above Yuah Castle.”
“Two suns?”
Hearing that, Hugo’s eyes widened slightly.
The Baskervilles tend to believe in superstition quite well.
“Is it an auspicious omen?”
“First of all, the two suns have risen, right? There are rumors among the families that a small sun was born to assist the deficit.”
“…Hmm. Someone was playing around with mana, right?”
“At that time, all those skilled enough to play such pranks were out on business trips to prepare for the practical exam.”
“Well then, that’s not a bad sign. Another sun.”
Hugo nodded quietly.
Originally, the rising of two suns, or Chae-un, was considered an auspicious sign.
“When mother-of-pearl clouds rise, good things always happen to the family.
Then Barrymore’s expression darkened.
“That’s… I don’t know what happened.”
“Is that the bad news I was talking about? Tell me.”
At Hugo’s words, Barrymore continued his report with a calm complexion.
“There was a big fight between the young boys.”
At those words, Hugo’s expression changed completely.
“Big quarrel? How many died?”
“…No one died, but Master Hivero’s teeth were all damaged, Master Middlebro’s jawbone was caved in, and Master Lowro’s right index finger was amputated. Of course, now everyone has been treated and is in good health. has been recovered.”
“Then it’s a small quarrel. Brothers grow up fighting each other originally.”
Hugo seemed relieved and leaned back in his chair.
Then he murmured as he flipped through the report on the triplets.
“Since we’re the only ones that are close to each other, there’s no way we could have fought with each other, right?”
“That’s right. There was friction with another young boy.”
“These are foolish things. If you’re older than yourself in this family, you’re sure to be stronger. Mere bastards will judge whether they’re stronger or weaker than you and attack you.”
Hugo clicked his tongue, and Barrymore corrected him.
“That’s it… The youngster who made the youngsters like that with the high middle lobe is younger.”
“What? Younger than nine-and-a-half years old? So you’re saying the whole class of eight-year-olds jumped on you?”
“No. One.”
At those words, Hugo’s eyes lit up again.
And in Barrymore’s report that followed, the discoloration deepened even more.
“The master Bikir, who ranked first in the written test I mentioned earlier, was the perpetrator.”
* * *
Bikir van Baskerville. 8 years old this year.
He received a call from the family head and headed for the family room that was hidden in the depths of his nature.
When you open the door and come in, you can see the large appearance of Hugo Les Baskervilles.
“Sit down.”
Even though he didn’t show any particular aura, the momentum radiating from him was heavy.
Vikir moved while being careful not to reveal the hidden mana in her body.
‘I’m confident in hiding mana.’
The warriors who had gone through a long era of destruction and confrontation with the demons were well versed in capturing their momentum.
The way to hide mana perfectly like this was unknown even after waking up from death to the unarmed people who had not gone through the age of destruction.
It wasn’t a matter of strength, it was a matter of skill.
However, there is a certain limit to that, so if you have a stronger power here, you will inevitably stand out in Hugo’s eyes.
‘I’ll have to find a way to save myself sooner or later.’
Bikir sat down on the small chair in front of him, thinking about this and that.
Hugo opened his mouth.
“You’ve grown a lot while I couldn’t see you.”
Hearing this, Bikir was a little surprised.
His voice, which was always forged like a blade and seemed like it would be cut just by hearing it, is rather dull today.
And the dialogue itself was also strange.
‘Pigs are huge, but why do they always look so small and messy every time I see them?’
This is what Hugo, who had found his infantile nature before returning, always uttered.
While watching the growth of the livestock, he gave the gaze of an impatient butcher who couldn’t sell it quickly, but today he is sending a strangely warm gaze.
It was as if he was expecting something.
“Hello, my lord.”
Bikir greeted me brightly like a child.
However, Hugo, who has been called ‘the head of household’, seems not to like something.
“The head of the family? Yes. He is the head of the household.”
He thought about something for a while, then changed the topic as if it was over.
“I heard you crippled triplets in the upper class of 9 years old.”
“I know that those older brothers received proper treatment after that.”
“I’m not talking about physical disabilities.”
Hugo frowned.
“Isn’t your heart crippled?”
“…”
“Since that day, I heard that they eat separately, sleep separately, and do not mix their words properly. The three of them were excellent at passing the exam at the same time, but now they have completely fallen apart.”
Would that be all? These days, all three of them urinate just by looking into their eyes.
A dog that has lost its fighting spirit is useless in eternity.
But Vikir didn’t bother to say that.
I’m just saying it out loud.
“It’s heavy and useless to carry three sloppy miscellaneous swords at once, right? Rather, a master sword forged by a master craftsman is better.”
Hugo’s eyes widen at those words.
“……That’s right.”
He sweeps his chin and looks down at the 8-year-old in front of him.
If you look at him, the corners of his mouth will tickle.
“But don’t you think beating up your brothers is wrong?”
At Hugo’s words, Vikir questioned incredulously.
“Wrong? What am I?”
“What is it?
At Hugo’s question, Vikir tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand at all.
“What’s wrong with that? I’m stronger.”
“……what?”
Vikir drove a wedge at Hugo, who had a blank expression.
“How can a strong person do something wrong?”
strong self-esteem. A world where weakness is sin.
Wouldn’t that be Baskerville?
yet.
“…”
Hugo Les Baskerville’s lips began to twitch.
It was as if he was going to die of cuteness in front of his eyes.