Episode 20: Morgue Camille (1)
Ten people have ten lives, and a hundred people have a hundred lives.
A person’s life shows all kinds of things, and it cannot be calculated by any one formula.
but.
In Baskerville, the iron-blooded swordsman, a person’s life is schematized and established like a formula.
A representative formula is:
Lower Sword Expert = Wizard Circle 1
Sword Expert Intermediate = Wizard 2nd Circle
Sword Expert Advanced = Wizard 3rd Circle
Lower Grader = Wizard 4th Circle
Graduate Intermediate = Wizard 5th Circle
Advanced Graduate = Wizard Circle 6
Sword Master = Wizard 7th Circle
The realm of swordsmanship was replaced by the realm of magic.
Also, the young hounds of Baskerville simply cannot eat the age that others eat for free.
Severe training where every moment is like a dead line.
In the process of digesting them, they usually show a series of schematized growth trends.
To re-formulate it:
Sword Expert lower level = 15 years old
Sword Expert Intermediate = 18 years old
Sword Expert Advanced = 20 years old
Junior Grade = 30 years old
Graduate Intermediate = 35 years old
Advanced Graduate = 40 years old
Sword Master =?
Most of the young hounds of the Baskervilles grow according to the following formula.
Children of the Baskervilles generally have their first reaction to mana around the age of 7 or 8, and at this stage, at most, they condense mana in their hands and feel its warmth.
The stage at which mana can be loaded into a sword and emitted aura in earnest is about 15 years old.
This stage is called the lower level of Sword Expert.
And also, the swordsmanship that supports mana is also important, and most of the members of the Baskerville family learn the swordsmanship called the Baskerville style, which is 1st, 2nd, 3rd… … divided into levels such as
Starting with Baskerville Type 1, which is a level that can draw one tooth with the trajectory of a knife, Baskerville Type 2, which can draw two teeth, and Type 3, Type 4, and Type 5, which can draw three teeth… … .
Considering that most of the 15-year-old young Baskervilles who have reached the lower level of the Sword Expert have mastered the first type of Baskerville swordsmanship, the following formula is established.
Low Sword Expert = 1 set of Baskervilles, 1 tooth
Sword Expert Intermediate = 2 sets of Baskervilles, two teeth
Sword Expert Advanced = 3 Baskervilles, 3 teeth
Low Grader = Baskerville Type 4, 4 teeth
Graded Intermediate = Baskerville 5 meals, 5 teeth
Advanced Grader = Six Baskervilles, Six Teeth
Sword Master = Baskerville Type 7, 7 teeth
However, those who can learn more than 5 types of swordsmanship here are the elite of the elite.
In other words, it is limited to the heirs of the family head.
Everyone knows that the owner, Hugo Les Baskervilles, can now draw seven teeth.
And there is also no one who doesn’t know that Hugo’s eldest son, who is now on a mission to a remote area, can draw five teeth, and the second son, who is in lung training, can draw four teeth.
On the other hand, those who have a ‘half’ surname, such as bastards or illegitimate children, who are not recognized as legitimate, cannot learn more than 5 swordsmanship no matter how much mana they accumulate or how old they are.
Therefore, even if you become an advanced graduate student, there is no choice but to have a clear limit to the number of teeth you can draw.
But no one is dissatisfied with it.
does not exist. does not exist. does not exist. does not exist.
The Baskerville family’s swordsmanship was so great, and just learning the 4 types of swordsmanship was enough to make the world tremble.
… … however.
there is.
Even within this great Baskerville family, there are irregulars who sometimes deviate from the formal formula.
Those who deviate from the bad side are hounds who fail to keep up with the formalized stage of development and fall behind.
These things weren’t really anything special. This is because it is disposed of immediately on site.
Things that die during training and disappear as a matter of experience of the brothers, things that die or disappear during missions and remain only as numbers in the damage report, things that are assassinated according to interests within and outside the family, things that are rarely soldiers… … .
The casualties of the Baskervilles are profuse, but they decrease with each passing year.
Everyone gets better as they get older.
however.
Irregulars who deviate from the formula with a slightly different meaning are extremely rare, but there were.
Even within the Baskervilles, which are called the family of geniuses, they are also known as geniuses.
Osiris Les Baskervilles, the eldest son of Hugo Les Baskervilles and the owner of a small household, is usually like that.
The little sun that will lead the Baskervilles in the future. A being that everyone unanimously praises as a genius.
Until now, the greatest genius in the family must have been this Osiris.
but. A rumor has been spreading lately.
Mother-of-pearl clouds floated up in Yoo’s castle. A small sun floating under the sun.
Rumors spread within the family that another genius had appeared to succeed Osiris Baskerville in Soga-ju.
Bikir van Baskerville. 8 years old.
According to Hugo Les Baskervilles, the owner of the house, he was a genius among geniuses who had recently risen to the ranks of ‘Sword Expert Intermediate’.
Swordsmanship skills that draw two teeth, and mana that reaches 2 circles if you compare it with a mage.
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He is a person who has perfectly achieved at the age of 8 what other brothers would have seen at the age of 18.
Because of this, even the Baskervilles, who had no interest in their brothers or other people at all, would talk about Bikir at least once in a group of three or more.
“… … okay? Do you mean there is such a child?”
“Where are you from? Ban’s an adult? Hmmm, then I don’t even know where it came from.”
“It might be worth raising. If not earlier… … .”
With interest or indifference, sometimes weighing the gains and losses of one’s own interests.
Like that, Bikir was already showing his sharp fangs.
* * *
Meanwhile.
‘Idiots.’
Bikir himself, who was the party to the rumors, did not care at all about the gaze or reputation of the people around him.
Everyone knew in which direction the power structure within the family and the dirty fight for rights would flow.
How can you not know? He was the son of a dog who had been switching from one rope to another for the past few decades.
… Cheeky! Smack!
Looking at the haggis falling onto the plate, Bikir thought.
‘I was going to show you two teeth anyway. Even this much is enough.’
Now that the cotyledon has been clearly revealed, it will be possible to utilize the infrastructure within the family to some extent on its own from now on.
As I said before, it is better to be recognized for your ability in an appropriate way in order to get out of Hugo’s surveillance and improve your skills.
Bikir sat down in the corner of the restaurant and began to mumble haggis to himself.
Even at that sip of salty, fishy meat porridge that goes down your throat, Bikire comes up with many thoughts.
For now, it’s about the real skills you’re hiding.
‘Currently, the officially revealed skills are Baskerville Type 2, and Sword Expert Intermediate.’
However, Vikir’s real power is already a lower grader, and in terms of swordsmanship, it corresponds to the 4th type of Baskerville.
The stage of going up to intermediate grade is also in front of the nose due to the deep learning at the Mansang Library.
If swordsmanship continues like this, it will not be difficult to break down the wall of 5 meals.
‘I have to go up to the senior grade level before I turn 17.’
At that time, swordsmanship will also be able to reach carnivore. Unlike before the regression, which had to be fixed only in Equation 4.
Furthermore.
… wiggle!
The spoon used to scoop the haggis suddenly twitched.
Baalzebub, hidden in the right wrist artery, had moved.
<The gluttonous fly ‘Baalzebub’> / Awl
-1 slot: Burn (Fire) -Cerberus (A+)
-2 slot: Bleeding – Hellhound (B+)
-3 slot: Super fast regeneration – Troll (C+)
Baalzebub erased the rat’s skill in slot 3 and filled the vacancy by stealing the skill of the troll he killed a while ago.
Opponent bleeds, self regenerates at high speed. It was a very terrible combination.
If this ability was added, he would probably be able to demonstrate much stronger potential than a normal graduate.
Bikir thought so and continued to eat the haggis.
It’s already been 6 servings, thinking that after absorbing Baalzebub, only my appetite has grown needlessly stronger.
at that time.
“… … me, over there.”
Hearing a call from behind, he stopped thinking and turned his head.
“?”
Unexpected figures were seen standing behind them.
triplets. High Bro Les Baskerville, Middle Bro Les Baskerville, Low Bro Les Baskerville.
The three men who would later be called ‘The Baskerville’s Trident’ stood behind Vikir.
Bikir’s brow furrowed.
“Look at these bastards?”
What is the business and what do I need to ask? Bad words come out right away.
Vikir’s eyes narrowed, and the triplets instinctively frightened.
Is there anything easier to handle than a frightened dog?
As Bikir gripped the spoon he was eating the haggis with, the triplets immediately waved their hands.
“Oh no! Something like that!”
“We just… … !”
“Uh, the last time I caught that, that, that, Cerberus and the troll was cool!”
… … ?
The moment I got out of the way, I had to frown because I didn’t know what the situation was.
‘A firefighting double-sided tactic? Or is it some kind of deception?’
However, if you look at this trio, who are sending a horse-like gaze right in front of you, there is no sign of such a high-end psychological warfare.
If you are still looking at each other, why is it that the chicken meat is sprouting? The atmosphere is not very familiar.
… Back!
Just as Bikir was preparing to throw a spoon at the three puppies’ foreheads.
“young master.”
Another voice came from the side.
Where he turned his head, Barrymore, the butler, was standing there with a respectful attitude.
Appearing without knowing when he appeared, he brought up a business to Bikir in a polite tone as usual.
“The head of the household is looking for you.”
* * *
Hugo Les Baskerville.
He was now sitting on the sofa by the window in a very annoyed state.
“Is the butler still there?”
At Hugo’s question about Barrymore, the maid hurriedly lowered her head.
“Looking under the window, it seemed like they had just entered the lobby on the first floor. Master Bikir is also with you.”
“I will be up soon.”
Hugo nodded and turned his gaze to the side of the sofa.
A middle-aged man with a nice mustache was sitting on the sofa right next to him.
Morgue Adolf.
A member of the ‘House of Morgue’, a famous sorcery house that is said to be the rival family of Baskerville, the iron-blooded swordsman.
He is the younger brother of the head of the House of Morgue, ‘Morgue L’Espane’, and is a key figure in the House of Morgue who always attends external events as the head of the house.
Adolf took a cup of tea in front of him and drank.
And with a smile on his face, he looked straight at Hugo.
“I hope this annual event goes smoothly without too much trouble.”
The annual event that Adolf refers to is a friendly match between the Baskervilles and the Morgues.
In accordance with the order of the Emperor of the previous war that ‘magic and sword are mutually complementary’, Morgue and Baskerville held joint training once a year.
Although it was a show-off event to save face for the imperial family, in which only children between the ages of 8 and 15 participated.
Even then, due to the ownership of the newly discovered ruby mine in the middle of the two families’ territories, Hugo, the current head of Baskerville, and L’Espane, the current head of the House of Morgue, had a falling out, and the atmosphere was like that of thin ice.
In such an atmosphere, Adolf, the younger brother of the head of the House of Morgue, visited in person.
The purpose of the visit is to promote friendship through an annual event, but… … It remains to be seen if that is really the purpose.
Hugo said it didn’t matter.
“It’s a joint training, so it’s always been fine.”
“Heh heh heh. Weren’t the children of the Baskervilles and the Morgues each seriously injured last year?”
“You have a life. The treatment was done on time. Can you see that as a ride?”
A vein formed on Adolf’s forehead at Hugo’s nonchalant words.
Adolf, who had raised his blood for a while with a smile on his face, soon cleared his throat a few times and then changed the subject.
“Hmm. Hum. So let’s talk about this joint training. Oh!”
Adolf, who seemed to be about to get to the point, opened his mouth as if he had suddenly remembered.
“I heard that a supernova appeared in the Baskervilles. I really miss you. I have high expectations.”
“… … I’m just calling it right now.”
Hugo pretended to be calm and replied.
However, Adolf, who was very observant, did not miss the slightest movement of the corners of Hugo’s lips.
‘That lizard-like human reacting to the praise of a child. What a big deal.’
It is surprising in its own way. Adolf thought for a moment that he had to go back and report to the head of the household, but then continued his words.
“It is a great blessing for the Empire that a genius who appears only once in a hundred years has appeared in Baskerville with an iron-blooded sword.”
“Not to the point of being praised like that.”
Hugo was modest, at least formally.
However, Adolf’s subsequent words were quite provocative.
“You could say this is a double slope. In fact, even in the House of Morgue, a genius appeared that appears only once in a hundred years.”
At those words, Hugo’s eyebrows moved.
Adolf smiled politely and reached for the door to the parlor on one side of the room.
“Hey. Camus. Come in and say hello to the head of the Baskervilles.”
Then, by the power of magic, the door opened by itself.
Soon after, a small girl came in following the attendants.
Hair burning red, eyes sparkling like rubies.
A small face with a cute nose, dense lips, and white even teeth.
Morgue Camus.
A girl who had just turned 8 walked up and stood next to Adolf without showing any signs of fainting.
Hugo’s brow furrowed slightly.
A supernova of the House of Morgue that is said to be born only once in a hundred years.
A girl who listens to the voice of a genius even in Morgue, a prestigious magic house where only magical geniuses gather.
Morgue Camille.
Even the world’s Hugo couldn’t help but soften his expression a little at this sunny figure holding the hem of his uncle’s cloak and shining his eyes.
But apart from being cute, Adolf’s remarks were quite provocative.
‘We also have 8-year-old geniuses. Let’s see what your 8-year-old genius level is.’
The Morgue family had waged a child battle.
‘… … joy. It’s like an arm blow. Are you going to go along with such trivial provocations?’
The moment Hugo tries to turn his head away as if he is not worth dealing with.
Kamuy’s bombshell speech, which fixed his neck so that he could not turn, exploded.
“Are you the thief who stole our ruby mine?”
