The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Chapter 3: Hellhound (3)

Chapter 3: Hellhound (3)

Baby Vikir.

He was lying in the darkness of the shared nursery.

There is not much you can do with the body of a child who can't even control his body.

He just sucks on his nanny's milk and thinks over each situation before returning.

8 years old.

He felt mana for the first time. In the world, he was a talent worthy of being called a genius, but within the Baskevilles, he was just mediocre.

15 years old.

He has accumulated 1 circle level mana. His sword was able to light up an aura, albeit faintly.

20 years old.

He started putting himself into action in earnest. He mainly took on missions such as assassination, spying, and subjugation of barbarians.

25 years old.

Is it because the ship lived more fiercely than others? Descendants of the Baskevilles had mastered swordsmanship at a level they hadn't reached even in their thirties.

29 years old.

The limits to which an illegitimate child were clear. The direct descendants, who had lagged behind for a while, began to run ahead of him as soon as they gained practical experience, and soon disappeared so far forward that he couldn't even see them.

30 years old.

The gates to the Pandemonium were opened and countless demons began to invade.

35 years old.

He endured the era of destruction, accumulated a lot of practical experience, and killed more monsters than anyone else.

39 years old.

He won the war for the Empire. It was a valuable victory for the humans.

40 years old.

A hunting dog that had been loyal throughout its life. But the Baskevilles did not reciprocate that loyalty. What came back was the slander and false accusation of colluding with the demons. And then it was the guillotine.

aww-

Hatred for Hugo Baskeville crept in.

When Vikir gnashed his teeth, as the nanny was startled and pulled him away from herself.

"Ah, the young master goes through this sometimes."

She put Vikir in the cradle and got up.

Now that her shift is over, it's time to switch to another nanny.

but.

Swoop-

The nanny, who should have gone through the door as usual, looked around her and then went to the bed across from her.

"Come on, young men. eat up."

The nurse started breastfeeding some of the children she had nursed earlier.

The children of the Baskevilles are raised together in one room.

It is to raise all children equally.

But what mother would treat her own child and her half-brother the same?

Some mothers memorized the characteristics of their children well and would tell the nanny and ask for a longer breastfeeding sessions.

Of course, for Vikir who did not know who his mother was, so he had no choice but to set aside all expectations.

At least until you can get food and eat it with your own hands, you will have to grow up to be able to do anything quickly.

... Right then.

A something unexpected happened.

The nanny, who looked around her, approached Vikir's cradle again.

"Ugh. why would Madam want to bring this to Master Vikir's cradle?"

Lady? There are few people in this family who were called 'Lady'.

And there is even less reason for someone like that to ask for something to be brought to him.

The nurse took out a rather large box from her bosom, and she herself did not seem to know what was in it.

Dalgrak-

The nanny tilted her head a few times as she placed the box in Vikir's cradle.

the she stormed out of her nursery with her galloping stride.

"... ... ."

Vikir stared at the box next to him.

Did he have any memories like this before he regressed? There was nothing.

He lifted his head with difficulty and looked out of the cradle.

Vikir's Cradle, quite far from the other cradles.

Something doesn't feel right

And his instincts were right.

Creepy – Creepy –

Before long, the box was squeezed and something poked out its head.

A gift for a newborn child.

snakes.

Two black, triangular-headed snakes were exposing their thick bodies out of the box.

Bloody Mamba.

A venomous snake is also called Chilbosa because if bitten, one dies before taking seven steps.

It is a rare species that is rarely found in the world.

Vikir half-opened his mouth in amazement.

Who released this snake here?

Apparently, the nanny also left without knowing what she had unlocked.

Vikir, who was bewildered for a moment, soon grasped the situation.

'Come to think of it, there were often cases of babies dying mysteriously in the nursery.'

There were many cases in which children who had outstanding abilities died prematurely.

In the meantime, it was a different world from him, and he thought it was just an accidental death, an assassination from an enemy, or just bad luck.

But looking at it now, the situation is not very good.

The black hand aiming for the nursery must have been reaching out from within the family.

shhh-

Two bloody mambas are coming towards him.

their red mouth, gleaming fangs, seemed already covered in blood.

In the event of an emergency, all the children in this nursery could be exterminated by them.

If that happens, there will be a catastrophe unprecedented in the history of the Baskevilles.

'... ... Well, that's not too bad either.'

There is no attachment to the family at all.

However, if revenge come at the cost of self harm then it is useless.

Vikir stretched out his hand.

After going through the era of destruction, he had beaten and killed countless monsters.

He had dealt with reptilian monsters, especially those in the form of snakes, many times, and of course he was well aware of their weaknesses.

He could kill them with the body of a newborn child.

... Kwak Kwak!

Vikir stretched out his two hands and grabbed a poisonous snake each.

The place he caught was right around the nape of their neck. A place where it could not reach.

Rather, the snakes that have been preemptively attacked began to struggle.

They tried to stab Vikir with sharp scales, but body body was already hardened by the protection of the River Styx, so it was impossible.

'I don't know about it's teeth, but the scales won't hurt me.'

At the same time. Vikir operated his mana.

His body, which had been empty since he was born, was filled with mana.

It was the result of drinking the water of the River Styx to its limit.

... Pod!

His fists began to emit a twinkle of light.

It is a state that the babies in the nursery gathered here will be able to reach in the next 8 years.

That's what Vikir did when he was less than eight months old.

Tsutsutsutsutsu... ...

The bodies of the two venomous snakes stiffened.

It was when a weaker creature faced a predator.

The two venomous snakes froze with their scales stiff, as if they felt unprecedented fear from the child in front of them.

Before long, Vikir's mana-infused hands ferociously twisted the necks of the two venomous snakes.

... Wood deok!

The hide and the flesh beneath it are intact, but the bones supporting them broke.

The two venomous snakes each opened their mouths.

The pressure caused her two eyeballs to protrude and her tongue to stick out.

The two venomous snakes, whose necks were broken, shuddered at that moment and died.

Deadly venom dripped from the tips of the exposed fangs.

next day.

All the guardian knights in the family gathered in the common childcare room at the screams of the nanny who came to work first.

Vikir, smiling brightly, held two venomous snakes with broken necks in his hands.

The Guardian Knights who saw that it was the bloody mamba, the notorious venom of the 'Le Rogue' Mountains, were literally surprised to the point that they didn't belive their eyes.

Even though it was a dead snake, it was still a great disaster that such a monster was found in a nursery.

Within a few minutes, this was transmitted to Hugo, who was in the main castle, and he ran straight to the Fang castle.

Afterwards, all the nannies who worked the night shift were tortured and executed, and a really strict guard was set up in the nursery.

The culprit who released the poisonous snake was never found.

but only one person.

"... ... ."

A young hound dog, silently, saw through it all.

A legendary child who, since he was born, crossed the cradle of swords in the shortest time, dived in the River Styx for the longest time, and strangled two poisonous snakes in the cradle.

Vikir Van Baskeville.

He just waited quietly, lying in the cradle.

For the moment to repay his debt, the time for revenge.

... ... .

And eight years have passed since then.