Episode 23: Morgue Camille (4)
What a shocking sight this is.
… Hiccup!
Even Hugo Les Baskervilles, the head of the iron-blooded swordsman, hiccups.
Bikir’s action was so sudden.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Camus closed her eyes and screamed. No wonder her arm was in danger of being cut off.
The young lady screams and cries in the face of a crisis she is facing for the first time in her life.
Even his uncle, Adolf, had never seen Camus, who had nothing to fear in the family, cry like this.
“That, stop!”
Adolf involuntarily increased his mana.
The 6th circle master’s mana spurts out and presses Bikir.
but.
… Sasak
As if he had already expected it, Bikir let go of Camus’ arm and fell backwards.
“Aww! Uncle! He took my arm… … !”
Camus runs crying and buries her face in the hem of Adolf’s cloak.
Adolf looked at Bikir with a look of bewilderment and did not get angry, then turned his gaze to Hugo.
“house owner! What are you doing!”
Hugo ignored Adolf’s protest. He just tilted his head and looked down at Bikir.
“Son.”
Son, to which Bikir responded politely.
“Yes, Father.”
“I don’t think the prank you just made was a bit excessive.”
“sorry. It’s a common joke among brothers in the family.”
After speaking, Vikir grabbed the tip of the dagger in his hand and bent it.
soft-
The knife bends too easily. It’s because it’s a fake knife made of rubber.
Seeing this, Adolf exclaimed with absurdity.
“No, what kind of toys do you have!?”
“Have you ever seen boys play with toy knives? And our Baskerville children play with these toys from about the age of one.”
At Hugo’s words, as if he had been surprised, Adolf finally opened his eyes and saw that he was in Vikir’s hand.
A crude rubber knife that anyone can tell is fake. At that level, even ordinary children in the world can often play with it.
It was a mistake to not see the quality of the knife properly because I was surprised by the momentum that Bikir spewed out in an instant.
Seeing Adolf, who was known for being meticulous and calm in everything, startled and panicked, Hugo felt a little satisfied.
So, I quickly forgot about my surprise.
“Now, the story of the ruby mines has my direction in mind. Maybe even Morgue will like it.”
“… … .”
“So let’s end the friendly sparring quickly.”
Hugo’s blatant attitude of trying to leave.
Adolf, with an absurd expression on his face, tried to protest.
“… … Ugh, black, kihin, whimper. that child! I won’t let you go! See you later!”
Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to do that as I was patting Camu, who was whining and blowing his nose against the cloak.
In this way, an important meeting between the two families was unexpectedly ended by an argument between the 8-year-old children.
* * *
‘Magic and sword are enemies of each other in normal times, but in times of crisis, they become good complements to each other and save the country.’
According to the beliefs of the previous emperors, Morgue, a master of magic, and Baskerville, a master of iron-blooded swordsman, always have a friendly match as an annual event.
A place where children aged 8 to 15 gather in one place to compete against each other.
Originally, compared to the 8-year-old class competing in theory and mana sensitivity, the 15-year-old class competing in real combat with swords and magic was the most intense and attracted a lot of attention.
… … but.
Everyone’s attention was on the other side of this year’s goodwill match.
The gymnasium of the 8-year-old class, which usually did not receive much attention.
The two young children standing there were the main characters of the day.
Bikir van Baskerville of the Baskerville family, the iron-blooded swordsman.
Morgue Camus of the prestigious Morgue family.
At Morgue’s suggestion, these eight-year-olds moved to the side of the gym where the 15-year-olds were fighting.
Just like the 15-year-olds, it was a real battle.
In contrast to the indifferent look of Bikir, Kamyu’s attitude full of poison was quite a contrast.
“Be prepared, you.”
“… … .”
“Once my sister goes into actual combat, she doesn’t look after me.”
“… … .”
“Say something!”
“… … .”
“Profit!”
Bikir just yawns.
The more he did, the more Kamyu was stamping his feet, as if the medicine was rising.
yet.
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The bell announcing the start of the actual battle rang.
and with the start of the match.
“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
A loud cheer rang out.
Camu immediately raised Mana and attacked Bikir.
A performance that brings out all one’s strength from the start.
It’s great for suppressing the baseline, but in the long run, it’s not a very good strategy because you’ll be exposing all your money.
However, Camu’s talent was truly amazing.
Quadra casting!
Others cast as many as four magic circles at the same time, which would be difficult to cast two in a row.
Although the 1st-circle magics were Fireball, Ice Spear, Thunder Ring, and Mud Wall, each of them were too much for 15-year-olds from the Morgue Family.
Simultaneous calculation and substitution of as many as four of them is a talent beyond imagination!
Indeed, even in Morgue, a renowned magician, he was a genius who was said to come out once in a hundred years or not.
Kwak Kwa Kwak!
Fireballs and iceballs the size of a child’s fist, and lightning streaks hit the ground.
In fact, even if it was hit, it would have hurt a little, so Vikir just leaned in and avoided it.
“It looks splendid, but would it be better to just focus on one magic for now?”
“profit! What do you care! You stupid fool who doesn’t even know magic!”
Kamyu diligently controlled the three attack magics and was chasing Bikir.
There was a glimpse of his determination to feed him a shot no matter what.
but.
… hook!
Bikir avoided the pouring magic (the pouring is equivalent to three child’s fists) and rather approached Kamyu.
and.
puck!
He kicked the mud wall that protected Camu and broke it.
“omg!?”
Camus swallowed the wind.
It’s too close to summon attack magic.
As the base of the mud wall collapses, Bikir’s face draws closer.
Camus felt his heart beat loudly.
‘I got hit!’
Kamyu closed her eyes tightly at Bikir’s palm, which flew in and out of sight.
Soon after, a burning pain radiated from my forehead.
… bean!
night. Camus stumbled back her tears and looked up at her.
“… … uh?”
My forehead is burning, but that’s all.
Bikir didn’t do anything. He simply snapped his fingers and made a small bump on Camu’s forehead.
“This, this bastard!? Did you watch it!?”
“… … .”
“Go, don’t let go!”
Camu canceled one of the three attack spells previously cast.
Wood Deuk!
Mud Wall, a double wall of mud was created to cover the Camus.
“haha! Now you have two layers of walls! I can’t break through this!”
The problem is that Kamu himself cannot see outside the wall because he built two layers of walls.
but.
… puck!
The two-layered mud wall was easily pierced like a sheet of paper.
It was Bikir’s hand that penetrated the wall and stretched out to Kamyu’s face.
“Whose hand is this?”
The hand that broke through the wall of Camus and invaded her space.
While Camus was startled and couldn’t find anything to say, Bikir’s fingers moved quickly.
“The correct answer is the stronger one.”
Just right at the same time! sound.
Tears welled up again in Camu’s eyes.
I got hit again where I was hit earlier.
The night after night hit exactly the same spot and created a second small hump.
What’s even more upsetting is that Bikir’s hand immediately went off the hook as soon as he hit the second blow.
It’s not like giving a final blow, it’s a really nasty hand that hits just right.
“Who dares to play with this-aaaaaaaaaa!?”
An 8-year-old, a genius girl who has grown up like a golden jade leaf all her life.
Camus could not stand the rising tantrum and screamed loudly.
Eventually, she canceled all offensive magic and created four mud walls to surround herself.
“ruler! How is it! No one can pierce this! You can’t even break through! Hot ha!”
Camus didn’t mind, even though his vision was completely blacked out.
On the contrary, I thought it was fortunate that I didn’t have to show both hands rubbing my forehead and a tear-stained expression.
“… … .”
Sure enough, even that nasty bastard Bikir seems to be unable to break through this four-layered wall, so he is silent.
Camus smiled triumphantly.
“Ho-ho-ho! loser! They say you can’t even penetrate walls because you’re a dwarf dung bag! Come all the way here, you idiot!”
but still no answer
… … .
Some time passed.
Trapped in a mud dome, Camus rubbed his forehead and thought.
‘uh? But if I do this, I won’t be able to leave, right?’
What should I do? My vision is completely blocked, so I can’t see what’s going on outside.
I couldn’t even try to do anything else to maintain the four layers of mud.
‘Mmm. Shall I make a hole and see only the outside?’
Camus relaxed slightly and made a small hole in the mud wall.
And the moment you put your face in to see the outside through that hole.
… f*ck!
Bikir’s hand squeezed like a ghost and blew a third blow on Kamyu’s forehead.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
3 temptations!
Camu, who had three small bumps on his forehead, struggled with pain and anger.
She raised her burning eyes and immediately canceled all four layers of mud walls.
As the mud wall collapses, I can see the face of the nasty child who has retreated into the distance before I know it.
“I will kill you! Aaaaaang!”
Camus cried. She was so unfair and resentful that she had no time to think about saving face or anything.
So I threw away all the defense magic and cast four attack magic at the same time.
Powerful firepower that would not happen even in a 15-year-old gymnasium!
Meanwhile, Bikir thought about Kamyu’s wrath.
‘… … What should I do?’
If you try to kill it, you can break its neck in 0.1 seconds. But isn’t that a problem now?
Dealing with children is painful. It’s because I don’t know how far to adjust the rhythm.
It was even more so for Bikir, who had lived his entire life on the battlefield.
Isn’t the young Empress of Morgue from the House of Morgue suitable for being moderately mature and placating?
In the end, Bikir made up his mind.
‘Morgue’s nuisance must be solved in Morgue.’
It’s the cleanest way to do things without using your hands.
Kwak Kwa Kwak!
When I looked to the side, I saw a gymnasium where a fierce confrontation was taking place.
A gymnasium where unknown 15-year-old Baskerville and 15-year-old Morgue are fighting fiercely with swordsmanship and magic.
Both of them are so focused that they don’t even notice someone approaching them.
The 15-year-old Morgue seen over there seemed to be good at powerful flame explosion magic, and loud explosions erupted from the gym.
Swoop-
Bikir pulled back and got as close as possible to the boundary of the next gymnasium.
And Camus, who was very angry, chased after Bikir.
‘Well, the mediators will step in if necessary.’
Bikir lightly turns his body, and Kamyu follows him tenaciously, as if not to miss him.
and soon.
… Kwak!
exploding noise. and astonishments.
“Ah!? Camus!”
“Unbelievable! Mr. Kamu!”
“no! Kamu is… … !”
The picture Bikir wanted began to be drawn.
