Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 113

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Episode 113: Big Chan (4)

“… … ?”

Bikir opened his mouth slightly in embarrassment.

It was because Hugo, the head of the household and the organizer of the great banquet, was watching his younger siblings fight with a happy expression.

The Boston Terrier and the Great Dane continue to quarrel.

Both counts are fierce dogs with a personality of sticking their teeth first rather than barking, but they seemed to be taking care of themselves because they were in front of Hugo.

Bikir looked at Hugo’s expression.

‘… … why are you laughing like that Oh, no way.’

And I was able to come to a conclusion right away.

In the Baskervilles, a fierce political battle breaks out every day.

house owner. And there are countless lines under the Seven Counts, and there were also independent forces among them.

They engage in bloody nerve warfare and politics through assassinations, frame-ups, duels, takeovers, and mergers beyond the black screen.

Therefore, it is a daily life for one power to check another power, and even Hugo, the pinnacle and supreme of iron-blooded swordsmen, is no exception.

It is the family head’s job to constantly check and monitor the half-brothers or the forces of the mother’s family who are increasing their position and power within the family.

Paradoxically, the closest siblings are the most fearsome enemies in the Baskervilles.

So, Hugo’s biggest enemy was the Seventh Earl.

Now, the fight between the Boston Terrier and the Great Dane will result in the division of the Seven Earls, which will soon lead to the strengthening of the family’s power.

That’s why Hugo probably won’t criticize this power struggle between the seven counts.

No, on the contrary, it was highly likely to encourage and incite.

‘As expected, he’s a cunning writer.’

When Bikir is tongue-in-cheek.

Suddenly, Hugo turned his gaze to Vikir.

Vikir lowered his gaze to the plate, and Hugo spoke in a low voice.

“It’s nice to see your son recognized.”

?

I want to know what this means again.

Vikir looks up and sees Hugo’s face, which still has an extremely faint smile on it.

What an unanswerable, heartwarming smile.

As Bikir stood still in a dumbfounded state, Barrymore’s butler, who was behind him, sneaked up to him and whispered in his ear.

“It is said that all seven counts wished to attend the grand banquet. It’s all to see the young master. The other five people said they couldn’t come after all because they were far away.”

“… … is it?”

“The family head seems to be in a good mood to see the younger siblings, who are usually aloof and arrogant, look restless like this. Cancer, whose child are you?”

Bikir turned his head again.

… … Doesn’t that heartwarming smile mean joy at seeing the division of the younger siblings?

Are you really happy that your son is being recognized?

‘No way.’

Bikir shook his head.

Hugo, who has no blood or tears, can’t be like that.

Bikir brushed off his useless thoughts and decided to focus on eating.

Before long, the meal began to enter the main course.

The main dishes are served one after another.

It wasn’t long before a huge delicacy was set on the table.

‘I’m glad it’s not Haggis anymore.’

Bikir felt a little better knowing that he no longer had to eat the tasteless, filling haggis.

Meanwhile.

“Our Dane Count wants to eat the food raw again. Indeed, nature cannot be deceived.”

“How many glasses of wine have you already had? You seem to be very drunk, so hurry up and go to sleep.”

The Boston Terrier and Great Dane were still fighting.

Eventually, they realized too late that growling at each other would only cost them money.

And from then on, both of them try to speak even one more word towards Bikir.

“okay. it’s vikir I heard you’ve lived in the sea of ​​red and black mountains for the past two years? Please tell me about your experience at that time. This uncle is very curious. Yes, how many barbarians did he kill? How many more monsters have you ripped to death? ah! Just thinking about it makes my blood boil! Pitbull blood! That’s my time! As soon as I turned 8 years old, I was immediately dropped into the deep sea of ​​red and black mountains and took a practical test. At that time, he competed with the head brother for hunting, and that’s it! But my nephew has done more than that! Very proud!”

“Brave and clever nephew. This uncle won’t ask you such trivial things. Of course, I’m very curious about what kind of time my beloved nephew spent in the dangerous waters, but that’s what you’ll have to do after reading the report you’re going to submit. But this uncle wants to ask something else first. It might feel awkward coming back home after two years, but do you need anything? Just say it if you can. This uncle will get you anything… … .”

Even the servants were startled to hiccup by their always taciturn appearance.

Bikir smiled lightly.

The Boston Terrier was openly curious about Bikir’s life in the water, and the Great Dane pretended not to be the same, but he was subtly curious.

But it was cut by Hugo.

“Let the kid eat for now. Don’t be too polished.”

It seemed to cover Bikir.

The two counts groaned and backed off while Vikir struggled to adjust to this strange favor.

“Still, as an uncle, I wonder how my nephew has grown over the past two years… … .”

“That’s right. I can’t help but wonder how much my nephew, who was great even two years ago, has achieved so far. So after running that long distance, the horse ran… … .”

Still, the two counts cannot abandon their lingering feelings. At this, Hugo slightly frowned.

“so. Are you saying you’re going to abuse my son even at the point where you’re eating?”

“That, not that.”

“… … ok.”

In front of Hugo’s momentum, there is no sense of shrinking even if you are one of the seven counts.

A Boston Terrier and a Great Dane stealthily avert their gaze without even getting their money’s worth.

at that time.

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There was a voice that saved the two counts.

“Proof of achievement is not difficult.”

It was Bikir.

At Bikir’s words, the faces of Count Boston Terrier and Count Great Dane turn red.

Hugo uttered a rare, worried voice.

“Hmm. son though If you want to prove your achievement, you have to go to the gymnasium, but wouldn’t it be tiring to talk like that during a meal? I have come a long way.”

“It’s okay, Father. and… … .”

Bikir set the fork he was holding down on the table.

And he spoke.

“I can show my skills anytime, anywhere. Isn’t everyday life always a continuation of training?”

At those words, even the faces of Hugo, the Boston Terrier, and the Great Dane brightened with satisfaction.

“older brother. You have taken good care of your children.”

“you’re right. If I had a son like that, I would have no wish.”

“Hmm. Stop it. What have you got… … .”

Hugo strokes his mustache and turns his face away.

Butler Barrymore was watching with a pleased expression.

“By the way, how do you prove your skills?”

Boston Terrier asks.

The Great Dane was also looking at Vikir with a curious look.

Bikir did not answer this.

I just raised my hand and put it on the table.

“… … .”

A little silence passed.

Eventually, Bikir’s mouth, which had been silent, opened.

“Uncle Dane’s steak looks a little undercooked.”

At the same time, Bikir turned to look at the Boston Terrier.

“Uncle Terrier’s wine is too much in the glass.”

At that, the Boston Terrier and the Great Dane look at each other’s steak and wine.

at that time.

An amazing thing happened.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu… …

Bikir’s hands seemed to be shaking, and the tableware on the table shook slightly.

The Boston Terrier and Great Dane took their hands off the table for a moment.

The mana gushing out of Bikir’s body was carried on the table and was flowing.

yet.

A strange phenomenon took place in front of the two counts.

Chiiyi profit… …

The Great Dane’s steak sizzled as it began to cook.

There was no change in the surrounding objects, but only one side of the steak was cooked in the hot heat.

The blood dried up and steam rose.

The brown, deliciously cooked steak has gone from rare to well-done.

“… … Huh.”

The Great Dane picked up a fork.

The fork was right next to the steak plate, but not hot at all.

As soon as you dip the meat into it, you can smell the slight burnt smell along with the firm texture of the meat.

Meanwhile.

“Ha ha ha ha!”

The Boston Terrier was also smiling as he looked at the wine glass in front of him.

bubbling bubbling… …

The wine in the silver cup boils purple.

In the blink of an eye, the wine turned into steam and disappeared, and the sweet smell spread throughout the banquet hall.

The bubbling wine came down to the waist of the glass and stopped boiling.

Exactly half of it had vaporized and disappeared.

He cooked meat and brewed alcohol just by placing his palm on the table.

A state where you can pour mana into an object and explode it exactly at the point you want.

What if it is applied to swordsmanship?

You will be able to pour mana into the sword and emit an aura of the desired intensity and viscosity at the desired point.

And such a state is called this in the world.

‘Graduator.’

The stage before the Sword Master. The most mature stage that a master swordsman can reach. Beings that symbolize the might of the empire.

Among them, Bikir reached a level that even intermediate graders and geniuses of the Baskervilles could barely reach at around 35.

A 17-year-old intermediate grader. youngest ever.

It was such that all official records that had hitherto been handed down in the Baskervilles were to be replaced.

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