Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 114

Episode 114: Great Love (5)

The Boston Terrier picked up a glass of wine that had just been bubbling and swallowed it in one gulp.

The Great Dane, too, swallowed a large chunk of meat with hot steam billowing out in one bite.

“Maybe it’s because my nephew brewed it, so the flavor is amazing!”

“Meat cooked with the aura of a graduate. What a delicacy.”

The two counts began to look at Bikir in the center with intense eyes.

He seemed to want to bring Bikir back to his knights no matter what.

Meanwhile. Bikir thought to himself.

‘As expected, it would be better to reveal only the intermediate level of the graduate.’

In fact, this level of power had been revealed several times before.

I produced a similar performance when exploding a champagne tower in the club burning suspension, and when I first met Madame Suhae, I revealed just this much power.

If there is a difference from then, it is that the hidden skills now reach the top grade of the graduates.

Having completely regained the powers of his previous life, and now with the blessing of the River Styx, the Baskerville-style superior swordsmanship, and even the demonic sword Baalzebub, he was confident that he would not be inferior to the current Seven Counts in a 1:1 match.

‘By the way, the intermediate grader skills that I briefly showed off two years ago haven’t spread to anyone yet, right?’

Bikir glanced away and looked at the last seat on the full table.

There, the triplets, Hive, Middle, and Low, sat silently eating.

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Judging by their eyesight, it seemed that they hadn’t reported to Hugo the last thing they saw in the flood.

I don’t know why.

‘Anyway, it helped. I wondered if it was necessary to reveal the advanced level of a graduate student.’

I’m glad I was able to show my strength at a minimal level.

After the chanting, Bikir held up his fork, thinking that he would have to crack down on the mouths of the three twins, Hive, Middle, and Low.

Meanwhile.

Boston Terriers and Great Danes were eager to praise Bikir’s achievements.

“Cooking meat and brewing alcohol just by touching the table and causing mana resonance, this is not something that can be done with normal mana proficiency. Heh heh, that’s really great. When I was that age, I was at most an advanced sword expert.”

“It’s absolutely impossible to control mana unless you’re an intermediate grader. It seems that an unprecedented genius has appeared in the Baskervilles. Because I was at that level when I was thirty-three.”

Ordinary hounds of the Baskervilles would not have reached this level until they were thirty-five.

Bikir did it at the age of just 17. It was an achievement that was achieved almost 20 years earlier.

The Boston Terrier and Great Dane looked at Hugo and shouted.

“Intermediate graduate! The achievements I didn’t see until I was thirty-three, at just seventeen! Where else in the world could there be a slope like this!”

“Hahaha, that’s fine, brother. This is the prosperity of the entire family. Cheers to the accomplishments of our proud nephew!”

Two men who seem completely in love.

Even Hugo was smiling happily at the situation.

With clear corners of the mouth that anyone can see that he is smiling.

Soon after, Hugo and the two counts began to talk about Bikir as a topic.

More than 90% of the chatter was a request to send Bikir to his knights.

When adults’ eyes are focused elsewhere for a while.

There was a new voice speaking to Bikir.

“Brother.”

Accurate pronunciation, cool voice.

Bikir turned his head in the direction the voice came from.

There, I could see long hair that stretched like black curtains and red eyes shining through them.

‘Osiris Les Baskervilles’.

The current Baskerville family’s strongest late exponent. The first candidate for the family succession right. A man who holds the title of head of a small household, replacing the head of a household when the head of the household is absent.

He was now sitting on the opposite side of Vikir and looking this way.

“… … .”

Bikir met Osiris’s eyes.

A small absolute that he did not even dare to look at before returning, a supreme being who was extremely arrogant and lofty.

But now, Vikir had the skills and strength to face such a being with confidence.

Bikir met Osiris’s eyes without a moment’s movement.

Before long, Osiris opened his mouth.

“You worked hard.”

Upon hearing that, Bikir’s pupils widened slightly.

It’s surprising that the author spoke first, but even a virtue? It is unimaginable considering the image before the regression.

But the surprises did not stop there.

“Good job. Be more diligent in the future.”

Osiris said a series of blessings to Bikir.

Still, the cold voice with no change in expression, to the extent that a normal person would think he was angry.

Because Bikir, who was young before returning, also thought that way.

However, when I got older and looked back, that wasn’t the case.

Osiris’ expression and voice were obviously as cold as ice, but there was a very small and feeble warmth in them.

It cannot be expressed through faces, gestures, or words.

A truly clumsy warmth that he obviously doesn’t know how to express even himself.

‘… … Looking at it now, he wasn’t such a scary person.’

Bikir nodded to Osiris and thought to himself.

Why did that person look so scary before the regression? Because it’s the head of the family? Because of the arrogant and lofty look and voice? Because of the huge difference in status and difference in power? Or simply because he’s ten years older than you?

But now Osiris is much younger than Bikir actually ate.

Then, once again, the clumsy and clumsy appearances of Osiris began to be seen clearly.

Whether it’s the way he secretly isn’t good at cutting knives, the way he picks out and eats ingredients he doesn’t like, the way he wrinkles his expression just by smelling how weak the alcohol is, or the way he keeps crumpled napkins with his hands to straighten them out. whatever… … .

‘There was a surprisingly human aspect.’

It is only when we get rid of the prejudice that we are superiors in the heavenly world that we will never be able to meet that we can finally see ourselves properly.

Osiris Res Baskerville.

He was not a superhuman flawless without blood or tears as he was known to the world and as Vikir remembered before returning.

Right then.

“Yeah. Big brother complimenting his little brother. This is amazing.”

Another new voice is heard from the seat next to Bikir.

When I turned my head, I saw a handsome man with exceptionally white and pale skin winking at Bikir.

A black-haired, red-eyed handsome man with impressive dark circles.

He is Hugo’s second son, ‘Cetre Baskerville’.

He smiled friendly and whispered to Bikir.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen Osiris-nim praise someone. It’s nice to smile like that.”

… … Was that a big smile?

Vikir turned her gaze slightly to look at Osiris.

Osiris was cutting a steak with an expressionless face.

It was still an expression that could be mistaken for an angry look.

‘That’s why everyone was afraid of Osiris before returning.’

But that was a smiling face, it’s surprising to hear it again.

“… … .”

When Bikir didn’t say anything, Set laughed.

“You have a poker face like Osiris, don’t you? Well, everyone in my family is like that. blunt and everyone. I’m sorry.”

Set, unlike Osiris, or unlike anyone else in the family, was expressive.

With a regretful expression, he stared blankly at Set, who was smiling.

Set Baskerville, as Bikir remembers, was a good man.

He lacked talent for swordsmanship and couldn’t even be hard-hearted, but he took good care of anyone in the family.

A gentle person who took care of and listened to even the inconvenience of a maid who had just entered the house.

Among the direct blood relatives, Set was the only one who laid chrysanthemum flowers on the tombstones of the dead hounds.

I still vividly remember the image of him weeping, saying that he felt sorry for his father who had no blood or tears and all his brothers who were dying for his older brother.

On days when my father or older brother looked down on me as a weakling, I would go to the flower garden alone and shed tears.

And it was the same even now, after returning.

Hugo and Osiris were almost ignoring Set.

In a way, it is only natural that Set, the weak in the strong Baskerville family, is so ignored.

So Bikir sympathized with and respected Set in his heart before returning.

Because of that, I rode down his lines and worked for him without gaining anything.

It was so sad that Set was being mistreated because he was weak-minded, and he was so grateful that he was good to hounds like him while enduring such abuse.

… … But now it’s different.

Bikir recalled the information Sindy Wendy had given him yesterday.

<Set Les Baskervilles>

Rank: Underdog City Consul-Congressman

Title: Youngjak

Wuwei: Graduate Intermediate

Other: The second son of Hugo Les Baskerville, the head of the Baskerville family. Currently the 2nd household heir.

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Gentle and warm personality. sickly. No skill in swordsmanship. Hugo has an ugly hair stuck in it. He is good to all the lower ones in the family and is well-liked. The underdog’s archon position has been vacant for a long time. During the closing ceremony, I went out for a short meal… …

Data that contained information Bikir already knew.

However, at the end of it, a line was written that even Vikir had never seen before.

‘Cetre Baskerville’ is assumed to be non-human.