The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound-Chapter 4: The Baskerville Dog (1)

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Eight years have passed.

Vikir van Baskeville had turned eight years old and, as is the case with children in the Baskevilles, was taking his classes.

"Okay, last question. How did you say to classify the level of a swordsman?"

Vikir replied with a calm expression.

"Regardless of swordsmanship proficiency,

A swordsman who does not know how to load mana into a sword is a 'sword beginner',

A state that knows how to load mana into the tip of a sword, but the aura raised by doing so is weak like a gas is a 'sword expert',

The state where the aura rising from the sword becomes sticky and dense like a liquid is called 'Sword Graduator',

and the state where the aura becomes hard like a solid and the shape can be changed according to the caster's will is called 'Sword Master'. "

Of course, all of these are separated for convenience.

Basically, combat is affected by numerous factors such as health, terrain, climate, humidity, gravity, experience, and the density of mana in the air.

You can calculate it, but when you calculate it, the result will already be different.

But the calculations for 8-year-olds aren't that complicated yet.

When Vikir answered without hesitation, the other children around him raised their hands and shouted along, as if competing.

"If a beginner and an expert fight, the expert wins!"

"If you fight an expert and a graduate, the graduate will win!"

"Master is stronger than graduate!"

"And the head of household is the master!"

Vikir was silently listening to the children around him.

The words of one of the guys stab him in the chest.

'The head of the household is a master!'

Hugo Le Baskevilles, head of the Baskevilles.

For a wizard, he possesses as much as 7 circles of mana.

However, as a master of swordsmanship, he transformed mana into aura and used it on a sword, and it is said that the level reached the sword master respected by the world.

The tutor nodded as he looked at them,

"Lord Hugo, is a sword master. This is a stage that only 7 people have reached in this country, 'Rock', and each head of the 7 families corresponds to this."

Of course, Vikir already knew this fact.

He even knew that there were several more sword masters in and out of the empire.

This is information no one knew about right now.

Vikir is thinking hard about something alone.

The tutor's eyes were on Vikir from earlier.

'He's amazing.'

A truly overwhelming talent.

It is a small legend in the family that a child who was only 100 days old dived for more than 7 minutes in the River Styx.

But who respect muscle brained idiots?

Even though it was overshadowed by the extraordinary of the body, he had the brains that were unmatched.

It is worthy of being dared to call it 'a talent that learn a hundred things after being taught one'.

'The lord must be happy today.'

He was going to report all this to Hugo.

Originally, Hugo is not very interested in the rest of the children unless they are the eldest or the second.

Hugo, who had been acting as if he was just a livestock wholesaler, stopping by occasionally to record the growth and value of livestock, has suddenly increased his interest in Fang castle over the past few years.

Of course it's because of Vikir.

It was extremely unusual for Hugo to come to Fang castle, a place where only children under the age of 10 gather and raise children together, so the tutors who were in charge of this place had a hard time on their shoulders these days.

'Thank you, Young Master. I will do my best to assist you.'

Thanks to Vikir, the budget has increased a lot and his position has grown compared to other knights in the family, so everyone was looking at Vikir with favorable eyes.

Of course, Vikir himself was not interested.

After class, around the time when the children were going back to their rooms throughout the castle.

Vikir was looking back at herself now.

'Hugo is a master,'

Unfortunately, that is true.

Its density and rigidity were on a different level from the 'solid aura' that only masters could express, and his own 'sticky liquid' aura that was a senior graduate.

aww-

Vikir gritted his teeth

In this life, he would never live or die a meaningless death.

'At least before the coming-of-age ceremony, all his previous strength should be restored.'

Currently 8 years old.

Vikir's level had reached the advanced level of Sword Expert without anyone noticing.

In his previous life, it was a state that he had barely achieved until he was over 20 years old.

Before his return, he was at the age of ten, and he had risen to the rank of Sword Expert.

In fact, even this much was great enough to be passed as a genius by the standards of the world, but within the Baskervilles, it was mediocre, or slightly less than that.

Usually, the children of the Baskervilles knock on the door of advanced sword experts around the age of 20 and graduates around the age of 30.

If you can put 'liquid aura' on the tip of your sword in that way, you will rise to the position of an executive from here.

Even the elite of the Baskervilles, who are said to be the geniuses among geniuses, reached the age of 20 as the threshold for advanced sword experts.

But Vikir was stepping on it now, at the age of eight.

In his previous life, he was at an age where he had never felt mana.

This is a state that even the super-elite within the family would not dare to surpass.

When Vikir is feeling a new emotion.

"hey."

A voice called from behind.

Wanting something, I turned my head and saw three children in my 9-year-old class.

Hivero Le Baskeville, Mivero Le Baskeville, Lovero Le Baskeville.

The surname of 'Le' given to boys of direct lineage, and the surname 'Ra' to girls.

The three here are said to be direct descendants of the Baskevilles.

The pedigree is very clear.

How cliché, Hivero, the eldest in the front, started to argue with Vikir.

"'Half' trash, where are you going?"

"Where are you going?"

"Where are you going?"

If the guy in front sings the lead, the two guys behind sing the afterword.

It was a fight like a nine-year-old.

Well, anyway, the Baskevilles are thorough on talent supremacy, so this won't happen when they get a little older.

However, the reason Vikir kept a close eye on the triplets in front of him was for another reason.

'... ... The trident of Hugo Baskerville.'

In 10 more years, those guys will grow into quite troublesome enemies.

In fact, before returning, these are the three hounds who tenaciously pursued and stabbed Vikir, who escaped through the siege.

'Come to think of it, these guys have been harassing me a lot since I was young.'

Vikir's growth was very slow when he was young because they took away so much food.

During various evaluations, he sneakily stepped on his feet and backstabbed him.

Because of that, there were many times when he almost died on various missions in the wind that caused him to lame a little.

... flash!

Vikir's eyes turned red.

Unkowingly, the triplets, who had just turned 9, giggled and surrounded Vikir.

"Hey trash, you said you submerged in the Styx for 7 minutes? And what, strangled two vipers in the cradle? bluff a little bit. Where can a guy who is only 8 years old lie!"

"lie!"

"lie!"

Hive, the most vicious of the three, took a step forward.

"Can you do this?"

At the same time, a small sphere glows faintly above the palm of his hand.

The young children of the Baskerville family are different from the majourity in mana sensitivity and mana management.

It was already possible to condense mana and gather it in a circle.

It seemed that he hadn't been able to put it on his sword yet, but even so, it was enough to be praised as a genius in the world.

Of course, even within the Baskerville family, he can be praised for being quite talented.

"This is a talent. Do it soon too! See how much mana you can take out."

"Look!"

"Look!"

The triplets continued to push Vikir.

"... ... ."

Vikir looked at the lump of mana that Lovero had created.

A mana sphere the size of a child's fist. Yeah, at that age, they should be good enough to do that. f(r)eenovelkiss.com

But Vikir had already done that much at the age of eight months.

When he strangled two poisonous snakes in the cradle.

Since the mana proficiency of 8 years after the return was added to the 30 years before the return, where does that level reach?

Vikir looked around him once.

There are not many things to worry about in the 'Fang Castle' where only children live.

The few guardian knights and tutors are now all out to the outer castle.

... Pod!

The power of Vikir was expressed.

Vikir who raises his palms high and started collecting mana.

Seeing this, the faces of the triplets turned into astonishment.

"... ... !"

"... ... !"

"... ... !"

Nothing was created on Vikir's palm.

The triplets put on a dazed expression for a moment, then started laughing loudly.

"Ahahahaha, you little shit! Could it be that you couldn't even respond to mana until you were that old?"

"Couldn't you?"

"Couldn't you?"

The guys are so intent on ridiculing that they even shed tears.

... ... but.

At the same time, a watchtower not too far from Fang Castle.

One of the guards on duty was perplexed by the unexpected change seen through the windows.

"What? Why are there two suns above Fang Castle?"