Episode 278: War of Money (6)
Vikir openly provoked Damian.
“… … Wouldn’t that be meeting the dead daughter?”
Even in his life, which seemed to have nothing to be envious of, there were stains.
His daughter ‘Juliet’, who passed away at a young age, did just that.
The young lady of the count who is said to have drank poison herself out of shame at being embroiled in an unsavory scandal.
Unsurprisingly, Damian couldn’t stand the mention of his daughter, who was his only opponent, and drew his sword.
fit-
fleeting flash. The golden stiletto flies at a tremendous speed.
Vikir admired Damien’s ferocious swordsmanship inwardly.
‘As expected, he’s an all-powerful conglomerate.’
Unlike the iron-blooded swordsman Baskerville, the sorcerer Morgue, the religious chant Quo Vadis, the chanter Don Quixote, the concubine Usher, and the poisonous man Leviathan, there are no weapons to offer, such as swords, magic, divine power, spears, bows, and poisons.
If we only discuss things that have form, yes.
But, of course, the bourgeoisie had powerful weapons that no one could ignore.
that’s money.
Enormous gold power (金力) was the driving force that made them one of the seven major families of the empire.
… … So, is there no armed force in the bourgeoisie?
Of course not.
Under the belief that there is nothing that cannot be bought with money, the bourgeoisie released money and bought countless swords, spears, bows, shields, and magic.
He took over entire swordsmen and mercenaries who wanted to be even a little promising, and arranged marriages with people from prestigious military families to produce excellent 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th generations.
The excellent geniuses created by mixing blood like that had all the qualities related to swords, magic, divine power, spears, bows, poisons, etc., and they invested a huge amount of early education expenses from a young age and blossomed their discretion to the fullest.
Even if you don’t have talent, the power to create even the talent you didn’t have due to huge tutoring fees and elixirs.
An essence that brings together only the strengths of all the families.
That is the real strength of the bourgeois family.
And Damian attacked Vikir with the excellent qualities inherited from his predecessors and the swordsmanship he was thoroughly trained in from a young age.
however.
… kang!
Damian’s quicksword missed.
It was because it was thrown away by Baalzebub, the demonic sword drawn by Bikir.
A secret presence, terrifying power, and a demonic sword as red as blood.
“… … Bar, the night hound?”
Demian’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear apart as he inferred a conclusion from the characteristics of the object.
Seeing that his characteristic expressionless expression was completely broken, he seemed genuinely shocked.
But Bikir was also quite surprised.
‘It’s surprisingly strong.’
That treasured sword, which was thought to be unnecessarily flashy on the outside, was actually a famous sword for killing, not for decoration.
Moreover, the swordsmanship that Damian just developed was clearly an old version of the Baskerville style.
The swordsmanship, ‘The Deep Sea Fish Style’.
Strictly speaking, it was not 100% Baskerville style, but it was the classic swordsmanship of the Bahamut family that was absorbed into the Baskerville family a long time ago.
The Bahamut family was one of the ‘five iron-blooded swordsmen’ that boasted a long history until they all merged under the Baskerville family a long time ago, and the basics of arcane swordsmanship were very solid.
‘Classic trajectory as if fish scales and dog’s teeth were mixed. It is definitely a swordsmanship from the days when Baskerville style and Bahamut style swordsmanship were not fully fused yet. This must be a second-class military secret that is prohibited from being taken out of the family. Could it be that I bought this with money to learn?’
In Vikir’s eyes, Damian’s swordsmanship was still clumsy.
It is because Baskerville did not absorb all of Bahamut in the first place.
People of different origins cannot be exactly the same.
In the end, Baskerville only took what he could take from Bahamut’s swordsmanship.
Like a dog that swallows fish and spit out bones.
‘I forcibly mixed the two and tried to fuse them, so there was bound to be a creaking sound.’
According to Bikir’s knowledge, the Bahamut family’s swordsmanship and the Baskervilles’ swordsmanship did not fully fuse until Hugo’s later years.
So, of course, at the time Damian learned this swordsmanship, his weakness would have remained.
Kiriririk-
Vikir dodged Damian’s attack by slightly tilting his chin back.
As soon as Damian retrieved the knife, he sent it back.
The tip of the knife stabs like a tooth along a smooth and gloomy trajectory like the scales of a deep-sea fish.
Pupperpuppung!
In an instant, dozens of holes opened in the wind-blown blackout curtains.
“… … !?”
But Damian couldn’t help but keep his eyes wide open.
It was because Bikir’s body, visible through the fluttering curtains with holes in them, had already disappeared from the spot when the curtains sank.
‘Uh, where?’
Damian closed his eyes and sighed.
The mana emitted from his body condensed into an aura and wrapped around him like a net.
But nothing caught on.
shh-
Only the sound of the wind approaching my ears sent chills down my spine.
Damian gritted his teeth and turned around.
“There!”
There stood Bikir, stepping on the air.
Underneath his feet was an extremely thin spider web invisible to the naked eye.
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Shii Ik-
Damian’s knife emitted a brown aura.
This time, a more seasoned Baskerville type 4 was deployed.
A sharp killing technique that even carries the aura of a graduate.
Unfortunately for Damian, however, Vikir is a veteran of the Baskerville style.
‘The realm is shallow.’
The deep-sea fish of the Bahamut family do not perform well in shallow water.
Whirik-
Bikir wrapped Damian’s stiletto with his hand, pressed it to the ground, and crushed it with his foot.
… Crackle!
At the same time as the long blade shattered on the floor, the graduate’s aura was shattered and scattered like water droplets.
“… … What!?”
Damian hurriedly backed away.
The opponent is a rare villain, a night hound that kills even upper-middle graders.
Its danger is comparable to or surpassed by Miss Ouroboros.
Knowing that dealing with it alone was not enough, I couldn’t delay.
Damian quickly retreated back.
However, like a person who knows that you shouldn’t show your back to a dog, while still keeping your gaze straight ahead, once again deploying the Baskerville style with a half-cut stiletto.
But Bikir skillfully dodged the attack this time as well.
Kyririk- … Tuuk!
The flying hound’s teeth are as familiar as mine, so I just gently wrap them up and swallow them.
Daang-
After receiving all of Damian’s attacks, Vikir ran out and slashed his sword completely.
“!?”
Damian’s eyes widened.
Bikir thought to himself.
‘No wonder.’
A lethal murder technique that has never failed before.
This technique was recognized even by Cain Corso, who was in the Tomb of the Knife.
Kkang-
The sound of Damian’s knife falling to the floor could be heard behind him.
“… … .”
Damian bit his lip in embarrassment.
No matter how much money you have, there can be no sharp sword in front of your eyes right now.
Vikir recalled Hugo’s teachings after a long time.
‘Also, what rich people say is always the same. They say ‘money is power’. But I’m sure you guys know. When making a proposition, ‘A is soon B’, the A in front is always inferior to the B in the back. Phrases like ‘time is money’ and ‘silence is gold’ are just that. It’s a tearful attempt to somehow rub what’s in front of what’s behind. Who would trade gold for time and silence? Everyone chooses gold. In other words, those who say ‘money is power’ know it well. That money is less than power.’
The reason why Hugo, who was usually quiet, was very talkative that day was because of his hatred for the bourgeoisie.
‘If Hugo finds out that Director Damian is learning up to four meals of the Baskervilles, a whole war will break out.’
Bikir clicked his tongue and stretched out his hand.
… Quageek! thud!
Then he grabbed Damian’s face with one hand and pressed it to the floor.
Money is said to be power, but in fact, power is higher in the hierarchy.
The confidence of those who have money becomes immature when exposed to pure violence and collapses helplessly.
Is that why? Damian was now lying on the floor, his eyes wide open.
yet.
“… … .”
He quietly closed his eyes.
Without protesting or shouting, just calmly accepting all the sentences to come.
Bikir asked in a hoarse voice.
“Aren’t you begging and threatening?”
“… … .”
“Usually, they’re busy talking about asking for help because they’ll give you money, or knowing that if you touch them, you’ll get into trouble.”
Then Damian, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth.
“I couldn’t speak because my back hurt.”
“… … .”
“I’m kidding.”
Demian’s attitude, which does not lose his composure even in this situation, shows the skill of a veteran who survived countless chaos.
Damian looked up at Vikir and said.
“Looking at the eyes behind the mask, I don’t think he’s a great man to be persuaded. The purpose must be clear.”
“… … .”
“If you want to kill me, kill me. There is no negotiation with the terrorists.”
At Damian’s words, Vikir shook his head.
“I saw it well, but I didn’t see it completely. I had no intention of killing you in the first place.”
“… … .”
“But you look full of thoughts of dying.”
Hearing Vikir’s words, Damian put on a dazed expression for a moment.
Lying on the floor, his gaze slowly turns to the night sky.
“… … .”
A star that shines brightly. It was too far out of reach.
It was so far away that even the light of the star could not be captured by Damian’s eyes.
yet. A dry voice came out of his mouth.
“Good to see you. I saw it all.”
