Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 24

Episode 24: Morgue Camille (5)

“Aaaagh!”

Camus summoned fire, ice, lightning, and rocks and began pounding the ground.

Bikir narrowly avoided all of this and was gradually approaching the border with the gymnasium on the other side.

“You child! Don’t run away, stick properly!”

Camus trembled and shouted. It seems that her lost self-confidence has been regained as she has driven her prey.

However, because of the three bumps on her forehead, she just looks cute to others.

While moving away from the magic, Bikir raised his hand and tapped his forehead three times.

Seeing Bikir’s smiling face, Kamu completely lost his mind.

“I really won’t let you go! You son of a bitch! Never look at me even if I beg!”

The moment Camus took the final leap, Bikir stopped running too.

And by that time, Bikir’s clever calculation had paid off.

… Kwak!

Fifteen-year-old Baskerville and Morgue, who happened to be fighting in the gymnasium next door, clashed fiercely head-on.

The sword broke and the magic ruptured, sending fragments flying in all directions.

All in all, what the 15-year-old Morgue used was a huge flame magic, which was torn into small pieces and scattered flames all over the place.

The place where Bikir and Kamu were located was also close to the influence.

… Kwak!

exploding noise. and astonishments.

“Ah!? Camus!”

“Unbelievable! Mr. Kamu!”

“no! Kamu is… … !”

The wizards who were observing the Dalian around them were greatly surprised.

However, even if it was an accident, the scale was quite minor.

The fire that flooded from the training ground next door did not pose a great threat.

but.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Camus screamed as she looked down at how most of her clothes had been burned.

As she hurriedly took off the clothes that were still sizzling, she became a wind in her underwear in the middle of the gymnasium.

Fortunately, I haven’t shown my naked body to others yet because of the blazing flames, smoke, and dust around me… … It was clear that in a few seconds it would all be revealed with a single gust of wind.

The guardians outside did not break in, as if they thought the damage was insignificant.

Only rare voices of concern can be heard.

‘Oh, no! As it is… … !’

Not enough tears and snot on the face, even the underwear-like body is exposed in front of everyone. What kind of bullshit is this!

‘What should I do, what should I do… … ‘

If you show such ugliness, you lose face even within the family.

Perhaps it was because of the experience of fighting against her mother and being kicked out of the gate naked, but the trauma was even more intense.

‘Who, who… … Somebody please come!’

Camus crouched down, covering as much of her bare skin as possible with her hands.

Worrying about the terrible disgrace that would come seconds later.

… … Right then.

flutter!

Camus felt the texture of the fabric covering her entire body.

Heavy but soft fabric.

When he raises his head, he sees a black bloody robe covering his whole body.

“Wear that too.”

Bikir. He was standing in front of Camus in his underwear.

Camus stuttered.

“… … you, you?”

At that, Bikir shrugged.

‘It is only the children’s privilege that their honor will not be damaged even if they expose their naked bodies to the whole world.’

It’s a trend that considers it shameful to show the skin underneath the clothes. It’s rampant regardless of gender… … These are adults’ stories.

It is not a big problem or flaw emotionally for young children to go around naked. What can kids do

… … Of course, the child’s opinion may differ, but at least that’s what Bikir thought.

Bikir, who undressed Camus, stood up.

at that time.

Camus pointed at Bikir’s face and said stutteringly.

“Yah… … you, you blood! Pina!”

Bikir finally raised his hand and wiped the blood from his forehead.

It seems that when the magic was split and sprayed, the fragments of the sword were also sprayed together.

Actually, this wasn’t a fatal wound either, but I saw blood anyway, so it’s true that the fight between 8-year-olds is the difference between victory and defeat.

yet.

Wheein-

A gust of wind blows and sweeps away the dust and smoke from the gymnasium.

The scene revealed in it is Camu, who is sitting in a daze with the training clothes of the Baskervilles covered, and Bikir, who is standing naked and bleeding.

I don’t know what happened in the dust, but everyone could tell that the atmosphere between the two was no longer in the mood for a fight.

“… … .”

In particular, when you look at Camu’s eyes, you can tell that the battle is completely over.

Those gazes that seem to be vacant somewhere… … .

Meanwhile.

The eyes of the other Baskervilles, who were watching the young Baskerville standing proudly even naked, were young.

“Oh, did you lose to the daughter of the House of Morgue? Or did you win? I don’t know.”

“By the way, the young guy is very mean. Is it thanks to the blessing of the River Styx?”

“Of course, those small muscles firmly established all over the body. You seem to be on track with your training schedule.”

The fight between the 8-year-olds, which was impressive in many ways, ended somewhat blandly due to the loss of Camus.

* * *

After all the goodwill events were over.

Hugo, who was in the corner of the gymnasium, called Bikir aside.

Hugo asked Bikir as they walked to the room where they would go together.

“How was Morgue’s confrontation with the girl?”

“It was interesting. I was able to realize the significance of the event once again.”

“A battle with a wizard is quite different from a battle between swordsmen.”

“I will learn step by step.”

Hugo and Vikir are having a conversation.

If other people in the family saw this, they would be quite surprised.

Hugo wasn’t the type to talk like this with his children.

And in this respect, Bikir also felt quite strange.

‘what? Was it originally this kind of personality?’

I don’t really remember much about Hugo as a child.

A being who was always cold, strict, and cruel.

There were rumors that the reason why his personality was so f*cking matched was because he grievously lost his first wife and eldest daughter.

‘… … Well, it’s none of my business anymore.’

While Vikir thought things through, Hugo asked the next question in a blunt tone.

“What do you think of the ruby ​​mine?”

Hugo’s key question, a problem that is an extension of the war of words that took place before the friendly couple.

At the time, Camus put forward the logic that ‘the Baskervilles can’t mine ruby ​​anyway, so get a penny and hand over the mining rights’, which was also the Morgue family’s request.

If so, Baskerville has no choice but to give a realistic answer.

Looking at Hugo, who was looking at him with a little anticipation, Vikir replied.

“I think it’s better to give it away.”

At those words, Hugo’s eyes widened slightly.

“Are you giving away the mining rights to the ruby ​​mine?”

“yes.”

“The grounds?”

When Hugo asked again, Vikir answered without hesitation.

“Red Fang Mountain, where the ruby ​​vein flows, is the lower reaches of the Red and Black Mountains. If you go up a little further, powerful monsters and savages will swarm. I know it well because I had the experience of going beyond the boundary line in a practical skills evaluation not long ago and going to the forbidden area.”

Bikir said, recalling the arrow marks on Cerberus’ side.

On the other hand, Hugo’s expression upon hearing those words gradually brightened slightly.

“Hmm. so?”

“And the Baskervilles set it as their top priority to expand their borders by pioneering such remote areas. If you use Morgue well, you will be able to minimize the pioneering damage of the Baskervilles.”

At those words, Hugo’s eyes lit up blue.

“Whoop whoop. It is a good answer.”

He understood Bikir’s meaning well.

If the right to mine rubies is granted, Morgue will deploy a significant number of manpower in the lower reaches of the Red and Black Mountains.

In that case, Baskerville should go around and clear up the remote area and drive the monsters and savages who lived there to the direction of Morgue.

When conquering the territory of monsters or barbarians, you must dry their seeds so that the natives will never seek revenge again.

Sagittal flexor muscle.

Only after killing all the monsters and savages that exist in the land, as well as chasing down and killing all those that run away, can you fully take ownership of the land.

Gwontojungrae (捲土重來).

That’s because it can prevent those who left from coming back with strength and taking revenge.

However, it is a long and painful task to completely wipe out even the fleeing prey.

That’s why Hugo planned to drive all the monsters and savages who ran away while reclaiming the land to the ruby ​​mine where Morgue was located.

“Hahaha, Ruby will be stained even more red with Morgue’s blood. You’ll regret coming into our estate, Lespan’s son.”

Hugo was very pleased with Bikir’s answer.

Morgue is good for rubies, and Baskerville is good for territories. As a result, it was a heartwarming (?) meeting.

“Very well done. It was a ploy that more than fit my plan.”

Hugo said while stroking Bikir’s head.

Bikir thought.

‘Yeah, that’s right. It’s a plan that came from your head in the first place.’

Before returning, Vikir knew it well because she had played the role of a hunting dog driving monsters and savages towards Morgues.

But for now, you just have to lower your eyes and answer politely.

“Still, I think we should carefully monitor Morgue’s movements inside the territory just in case.”

“Nothing to worry about that. We have been steadily increasing the number of hounds sent there for a long time.”

Hugo’s answer was unexpected. It’s not that the plan is surprising, it’s surprising that he dared to tell Bikir about it.

Vikir was taken aback when he saw that Hugo’s gaze towards him had softened like tanned leather.

Just when they are about to enter the room to go.

“My lord.”

I hear a voice calling Hugo from behind.

When I turned my head, Morgue Adolph was standing there.

And beside him, he saw Camus, whose eyes were still red.

The appearance of him holding his uncle’s cloak tightly and lowering his eyes felt somehow strange.

Hugo said, narrowing his eyes.

“You are the acting head of the household of Morgue. What’s going on, do you still have business?”

“Because there is one important business left.”

“Once you go in, let’s talk about it.”

Hugo opened the door and went into the room.

Adolf also went in after him and sat down on the sofa.

“… … .”

Camus still said nothing.

He only glanced at Bikir before entering, then dropped his gaze on the floor again and passed by.

After sparring, he was still wearing the bloody robe that Bikir had put on him.

Adolf said to Hugo.

“In fact, Morgue, too, has been thinking a lot about amicably resolving the ruby ​​mine issue. The estate rent is just one of many items on the agenda.”

“Then what? The price I pay for opening the territory.”

“How about a marriage contract?”

Hugo’s brow furrowed slightly at Adolf’s unexpected words.

But it wasn’t that he didn’t like it.

Hugo asked, leaning his upper body forward.

“Am I married?”

“yes. Let’s unite the men and women between Morgue and Baskerville.”

Opening the territory to another family in exchange for money may not look good, so let’s try to paint a good picture by creating a marriage relationship.

However, a marriage between Morgue and Baskerville, who have been known to be enemies for a long time, is a truly awkward and absurd proposal.

Hugo laughed at this opinion that he hadn’t even thought of.

“okay. Who do you mean by whom?”

“How about this eldest daughter and that eldest son?”

Adolf turned his head to look at Camus.

Then Camu, who was next to him, raised his head in amazement.

Signs of a golden age.

“He is my nephew, but he is such a great kid. Beauty is beauty, intelligence is intelligence, power is power, there is no corner where one is missing. I think the eldest son, called the little sun of the Baskerville family, would be a good spouse.”

But Hugo didn’t care about that.

“Hmm. My firstborn is twenty this year. Do you know that there is a considerable age difference?”

“Eight and twenty. Isn’t that only a 17-year age difference? That much can be overcome.”

“Acting Adolph was 40 this year, right? Then will I be able to meet the fifty-seven year old?”

“… … .”

It is Adolf who suddenly loses his class.

Hugo waved his hand.

“And, my eldest son is already married.”

“Is that so? when… … ?”

“It’s a prenatal marriage. You don’t even know.”

Hugo’s answer gave Adolf a troubled expression.

Right then.

Camus, who was still, suddenly raised his head and shouted.

“I will not marry someone weaker than my mother!”

It was a pretty bold tone.

At those words, Adolf and Hugo’s eyes turned to Camus.

Come to think of it, I didn’t even ask the intention of the child who would be the party to the marriage.

Adolf stroked Camus’ hair with a gentle smile.

“Hey. If you refuse to marry someone weaker than your mother, you will have to live as an old virgin for most of your life. Or maybe you have to meet a guy with a huge age gap.”

“It’s about seeing the possibilities. And I hate it when there is a big age difference. I mean, I like people who are younger or the same age. I saw a lot of my peers at the gymnasium earlier!”

At Camus’ words, Adolf shrugged his shoulders as if he had nothing to say.

Then Hugo looked at Camus with a little annoyance.

“Little boy. This is not a buffet.”

“i know. I’m not interested in picking and eating this or that.”

After speaking, Kamyu raises his head and looks at one place.

There, Bikir was standing there.

When Hugo, noticing the direction Camus gaze was heading, was stroking his chin with his hand.

“Can not be done! You bastard!”

Adolf jumped up and covered Camus’ eyes.

“You have a surname of Ban, not Le! You have to look at the dragon in Gaecheon to be from Gaecheon!”

Adolph whispers into Camus’ ear, but Hugo, who has risen to the ranks of superhumans, cannot fail to hear the whispers.

“Hmm. It’s true, but it’s strangely upsetting.”

Hugo also murmurs quietly to himself.

Before long, he turned to Bikir, who was standing next to him, and asked.

“Well, since ancient times, when it comes to marriage, your own thoughts are the most important law. Son, how are you?”

Then Bikir answered without hesitation.

“If you ask me, I will follow.”

It was an answer that felt like loyalty.

At that, Hugo smiled happily, and Adolf’s expression contorted with absurdity.

If you ask me to do it, marriage is not a timely process.

What disrespect, even towards the only daughter of the House of Morgue!

Even Hugo was openly scratching Adolf’s insides.

“In Baskerville, there is no meaning of direct or collateral. Leh’s surnames come with inferior ones, and Ban’s surnames come with superior ones too.”

“… … Is that enough for the head of the family to say? this friend.”

Adolf looked down at Bikir with a smile on his face.

But that smile was cold.

“I couldn’t see it properly at the gymnasium earlier, so would it be good for me to take a good look at it?”

Vikir was finally able to look straight up at Adolf in front of him.

6th circle master. A strong man who ranks at the top of the prestigious magic family, Morgue.

A representative of the Myeongdang and a master of speech who is dedicated to solving various diplomatic and political issues.

‘And known as a terrible nephew fool.’

When Bikir was alone recalling the data of the person before the regression.

Adolf, who had come closer, whispered in Vikir’s ear.

“Aye. Actually, I’m not asking you to listen… … . In order to become the husband of our Camu, you don’t have to be dizzy. It was only an opinion within the family that suggested the engagement, and personally, this man is not even the eldest son of the Baskervilles.”

Words that are said while secretly exhaling momentum.

Is it a characteristic of politicians, or is it quite severe for someone who took a shot at Hugo, who was spouting momentum toward Camus a while ago.

but.

“… … .”

Bikir, who is facing Adolf’s momentum, just stands there with an expressionless face, not moving a single inch.

Rather, Adolf’s brow furrowed.

“Why no answer? Are you listening, uncle?”

Then, Bikir’s mouth finally opened.

“He said he wasn’t telling me to listen, so I haven’t listened to him since then.”