Chapter 116

Chapter 116

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Chapter 116

Chapter 116, The Grand Banquet (7)

Vikir left the main venue where the grand banquet was hosted.

He had just exited the main gate and was heading down a side path between the training grounds and the fortress.

“....”

Vikir had to stop his steps at the edge of the training grounds.

On the opposite side, a clearly discernible presence was coming out of the thicket. It was a very open invitation.

Before long, a single crimson sword strike, like a snake, flew towards Vikir.

The aura was Gooey and as red as blood. It was a sword strike that only Peak Graduator could produce.

About six fangs were flying towards Vikir.

“Should I block it?”

Vikir hesitated for a moment.

For an attack of this level, he could easily block it and counterattack.

However, the skill Vikir had publicly displayed was that of a mid-tier Graduator. In such a situation, there were limited reactions he could show.

Vikir drew his sword from his waist and deftly deflected the strike, allowing it to pass by. He maintained the same posture and rolled to the side.

In that split second, Vikir’s blade drew four fang marks, while the attack numbered six.

[TL/N: Vikir had actually touched the 7th fang, as we saw in chapter 102]

Four Fangs collided with each other and canceled out, leaving only two Fangs targeting Vikir.

Vikir decided to simply take them with his body.

Thanks to Stix’s blessing, Vikir’s body momentarily turned as hard as iron.

Kwahng! Thud!

Naturally, the sword, which had been emitting an aura of about Mid-tierGraduator level, shattered into two pieces, and a piece of Vikir’s cloak tore away.

Qua-qua-thud!

The strike flew off course and left a large scar on the ground.

The two Fangs that hit Vikir’s body scattered on their own before fighting against Stix’s protection.

“....!”

Vikir realized that this attack wasn’t originally meant to harm him.

Sure enough, laughter could be heard from beyond the thicket.

“Our nephew has grown up.”

Count Boston Terrier, one of the seven Counts, greeted Vikir with a faint smile.

Vikir stood before Boston Terrier, ready to fight. His broken sword showed that he could still fight.

Seeing this, Boston Terrier flashed a look that seemed to say Vikir looked even more beautiful.

Then, a voice rang out.

“Who’s drawing a sword and causing a ruckus in our territory?”

There was someone blocking the way between Boston Terrier and Vikir.

A man in a black cloak, with the hem of his cloak fluttering, appeared. It was Count Great Dane.

He looked at Boston Terrier and spoke.

“Attempted murder of a family member. If our elder brother finds out, you’ll be under house arrest for at least a few months.”

“Don’t try to sell your brotherly affection.”

“Affection? Is hiding and laying a trap considered affection?”

“Kids grow up by fighting.”

“You crazy? Are you a kid?”

In response to Great Dane’s words, Boston Terrier bared his Fang beneath his sunglasses.

“Next time, don’t interfere with the affairs of a future Mighty Pitbull.”

“So, little brother. What’s your plan for the future? Will you come back as the Underdog’s assistant magistrate, or are you thinking of enrolling in the Academy?”

Seth stuck close to Vikir, continuing to act friendly.

Then, a voice intervened.

“I told you to behave, Seth.”

Osiris.

He spoke to Vikir and Seth with a stern expression.

“Do not raise your voices in front of the mansion. And it’s late at night, so continue this conversation next time.”

If someone who didn’t know him saw this, they would likely think he was just an old-fashioned person. Vikir had similar thoughts before his regression.

However, Vikir, who could read Osiris’s true intentions, simply nodded his head respectfully.

“Then, I will come to greet you another time, gentlemen.”

Osiris’s expression softened slightly at Vikir’s words, while Seth’s expression remained rigid.

But there was neither praise nor resentment to express. Vikir’s attitude was very professional, so there was nothing to fault.

It was what the eldest son had said, and there was justification. They had Seth’s expectations for the future, so they had saved face for the youngest son.

In the given situation, Vikir’s skillful attitude in looking out for his own safety in the most neutral and objective direction impressed even Osiris.

In Baskerville, there were many old forts that had been constructed for a long time. This meant that there were many neglected and obscure spaces.

Today, Vikir had come to the Youth Castle, where he would temporarily stay.

It was his room where he had spent a long time in his youth. Passing through the entrance of the waterlogged basement and navigating through the neglected food warehouse and unrepaired cracks, he climbed the spiral staircase.

Vikir remembered his childhood as he passed through this eerie corridor.

Suddenly, a strange sensation overcame him. Vikir stopped in his tracks and turned his head.

There, a scene unfolded that could remind one of ten years ago.

Baskerville’s triplets, also known as ‘Baskerville’s Three Spears.’

Highbro le Baskerville, Middlebro le Baskerville, and Lowbro le Baskerville.

Since meeting at the Grand banquet, the stepbrothers who hadn’t exchanged a single word were standing there.

In the ten years that had passed, they had grown tall, and their jaws had become more pronounced.

“....”

“....”

“....”

Their attitudes of standing silently in front of Vikir were still the same.

Meanwhile, Vikir smiled without a hint of moisture.

The purpose of being in such a gloomy and remote place, even carrying a sword and waiting, was mostly predictable.

“What is it?”

It was a question thrown with the intention to draw a sword at any moment.

And then...

SLASH!

The triplets silently drew their swords from their hips. Although there was no visible aura, a resolute determination seemed to emanate from their entire bodies.

“I must kill them,” Vikir decided. There was no hope for hunting dogs that couldn’t differentiate between dung and urine and bit into everything.

Murder and erasure.

This was also an opportunity to bury the events from two years ago during the flood.

...But?

The triplets began to show a reaction that even Vikir hadn’t expected.

Thud...

All three of them knelt on their right knees in front of Vikir and lowered their heads. The tips of their drawn knife blades were pointed at their right insteps, and the handles were aimed at Vikir.

“....?”

Vikir’s expression twisted in astonishment. This was the oath of allegiance that Imperial knights displayed when they met their destined lord.

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