The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound-Chapter 5
“I don’t like you. Follow me.”
“Follow me.”
“Follow me.”
The 9-year-old triplets of the Baskervilles, Hivero, Mivero, and Lovero started dragging him.
“… … .”
Eight-year-old Vikir thought with his mouth shut.
In my childhood before returning, meeting these guys was as terrifying as meeting a god of death.
Decades later, these guys were also involved in his own execution.
Above all, these are warriors who will be so outstanding that they will be called ‘The Baskeville’s Trident’ or ‘Hugo Baskeville’s Trident’ in a decade or so.
Aren’t they youngsters who will make great achievements for the Baskevilles?
So it was necessary to nip the buds in advance.
In order to devour the Baskevilles in the future.
“… … Hee. I’m afraid of you guys.”
is this the right way to do it?
Vikir looked up and cried like a child who was scared.
As he said to the triplets scoffed arrogantly.
“Shouldn’t we rather go to a place where no one is around?”
Then the triplets giggled.
“So you know what honor is,”
“Ah yes.”
“Ah yes.”
Beating in a place where there are many eyes is a nuisance even for triplets.
They would break Vikir’s arms, cover his mouth, and drag him to a secluded place.
‘Fang Castle’ is a castle that has been built for a long time, and there are many secluded and nooks and crannies, like a building that follows the old architectural style.
Crossing the submerged cellar entrance, past an abandoned food warehouse and an unrepaired crack, up the spiral staircase.
The triplets were dragged into a secluded room in the hallway where they didn’t wear their bikinis.
The captain, Hivero, said with a smile.
“If you scream, one place might get cut off. Well, if you go to the infirmary in time, you should be able to attach it.”
“you can attach it.”
“you can attach it.”
I can’t believe that I’m 9 years old when I take out a dagger from my waist and see her smiling darkly.
Are young children more cruel?
Children laugh while taking off the head or wings of insects and stepping on them to kill them.
Even ordinary children do this, but the children of the Baskervilles needless to say were far ahead in this.
These three little demons surrounded Vikir.
“I heard you dived for seven minutes in the River Styx? I laughed for a while after hearing that brag from the nanny.”
“Laughed.”
“Laughed.”
Hivero nodded to the youngest, Lovero, who was next to him.
Then Lovero smiled and nodded his head, then went back to Vikir’s back and covered Vikir’s nose and mouth with both hands.
Hivero looked at Vikir’s face and laughed meanly.
“What about 7 minutes? if you can last for three minutes, I will cut off my finger.”
“I will support you!”
“I will support you!”
Low Bro puts even more pressure on Vikir’s hand, which covered his nose and mouth.
I could feel innocent malice from his tightly clasped hands, as if he wouldn’t allow me to take a sigh of breath.
Hivero and Middlebro are smiling brightly, holding both arms tightly in the hope of subduing Vikir.
… … but.
“… … ?”
“… … ?”
“… … ?”
The triplets turn his head with a puzzled expression.
For Vikir stood still, not moving at all, watching the triplets.
“Hehehe, do you want to hold on? There is quite a bit of spirit. Let’s see how far it goes.”
“See you.”
“See you.”
The triplets give more strength to their hands.
One minute passed like that.
Since he didn’t even raise his mana, he would be short of breath as a kid.
“… … .”
But Vikir just stands there with calm eyes, just like the first time.
“… … You’re holding up pretty well, kid.”
“kid.”
“kid.”
The triplets were busy tightening his hands, not realizing that the smiles on their lips were slowly fading away.
And he was over 2 minutes.
The triplets had stopped talking a little.
The time surrounding the still standing Vikir began to feel too long.
“… … what is this child Is he not breathing?”
“no?”
“no!”
Lovero shook his head. Clearly, Vikir was holding his breath.
and 3 minutes.
4 minutes.
5 minutes.
6 minutes.
7 minutes.
8 minutes.
9 minutes.
10 minutes.
Vikir stands still.
In the meantime, there was only a chilling silence in the room.
At this point, the backs of the triplets, who are rather bullying, are drenched in cold sweat.
If you actually feel them counting from 1 to 60, you could see their nervousness.
All the while, Vikir was staring at the triplets, blinking his eyes calmly
… … with grave silence.
yet.
Hivero forced a smile and gestured to Lowbro.
“… … Jae, that’s not funny. Set this bastard free.”
“Free him.”
“Free him.”
The moment Lovero was about to removed his hand from Vikir’s mouth.
“Keah!?”
A sudden noise bursts out.
It wasn’t the sound of Vikir gasping for breath or struggling.
Blood was gushing out of Lovero’s index finger.
“… … Twi.”
Vikir spit out what came into his mouth after chewing it a few times.
Then he smiled at the triplets in front of him.
“You said that I would get my fingers cut?”
Vikir laughed with blood still in his mouth.
Seeing this, the complexions of the triplets turned pale for an instant.
Before long, Hivero shouted as if chewing and spitting out.
“… … joy! If so, ha, I’m not afraid at all!”
“… … I’m not afraid!”
“… … scared!”
The last comment was off-putting.
When Hivero and Mivero turned their heads, Lovero raised his hand and whimpered.
“My finger was cut off!”
The triplets’ conversation started to go awry.
Seeing blood is familiar to the children of the Baskevilles.
However, the story is a little different when it goes beyond blood, torn off flesh and broken bone fragments, even if all of that is your own.
Like a trident, the guys who always moved together and in the same direction began to play separately.
The eldest Hivero soothes the youngest Lovero.
“calm down Bro. Let’s go to the infirmary and ask the priest to put a finger on us.”
“let’s do it.”
“Ooh ooh… … okay. quickly!”
Mivero carried Lovero.
As Hivero quickly reached out and opened the door.
“Who said you could go?”
Vikir stood in front of him.
Hivero’s expression twisted sternly.
“You are… … .”
Of course, the distorted expression did not straighten out again.
wagjak-
Vikir’s fist flew in and shattered his nose and teeth.
Hivero lying on the floor clutching his face.
… Pudeuk!
Mivero, who was standing there with a dazed expression on his face, got his jaw turned by Vikir’s kick that immediately followed.
“What!?”
“Keuk-”
“Sobbing… … .”
The triplets, all screaming, moaning, and crying with different sounds.
Vikir sat quietly in front of the door and said.
“You will be maimed for the rest of your life if we don’t get proper treatment within the next hour.”
“… … .”
“But looking at my older brothers, I don’t think I will be able to leave this room today.”
“… … .”
“When it rains and your teeth, chin, and fingers ache, always remember today.”
The triplets then glared at Vikir as if to kill him.
The cruel temper nurtured in the Baskevilles for the past nine years does not go anywhere.
‘… … But at least they are children.’
Vikir smiled.
There is no existence that does not listen to the passer.
If there is a person who doesn’t listen to you even if you lose, you should think about whether you’re not a fan less.
This was Hugo Baskeville’s view of childcare, and it is also the code of conduct for the entire Baskeville family.
“Aww!”
At least the eldest brother, Hivero, gathered his courage and attacked again.
but.
puck!
Hivero’s dagger did not draw a single drop of blood, even though it was stabbed right into Vikir’s body.
“… … uh?”
Hivero makes a blank expression.
When the dagger touched Vikir’s chest, it seemed to be dyed black, but he soon returned to his flesh color.
The protection of the River Styx.
Vikir’s body reached the state of complete sword invulnerability at the age of only 8 years.
Puck!
Sound similar to when a dagger was inserted earlier.
But the result is completely different.
Hivero sat down as he felt all his remaining teeth were completely broken off.
It happened in just two punches.
walgrak… walgrak… Garr-
The clattering sound of tears, mucus, saliva, blood, air bubbles and teeth mixing in the mouth.
A dark shadow of Vikir is cast in front of the triplets who tremble as they held their injuries.
… klang!
A dagger thrown into the middle of the triplets.
But no one had any idea to figure it out.
Instinctively, everyone knows.
‘… … If you catch that one, you will be beaten even more severely.’
The triplets are on their knees on the floor, unable to even raise their heads, dripping blood, tears, saliva and cold sweat.
All three of them had wet crotches, so it looked like they had lost their urine.
at that time.
Vikir said.
“There is only one older brother who can leave this room alive.”
The expressions of the triplets who found a rope change rapidly.
“who?”
“who?”
“who?”
Vikir’s answer to that was simple.
“It’s up to the brothers to decide.”
At the same time, the triplet’s gaze suddenly focused on the dagger in the center.
… Great!
Baskerville’s trident began to split from within.
