Chapter 110: Chapter 110: A Night full of Surprises
Hugo Les Baskerville.
The iron-blooded swordsman who regulations Baskerville.
one of the seven pillars that aid the Rock of the fantastic Empire.
In reputation of his great contributions to the unification of the continent's powers right into a unmarried empire, he became awarded the superstar of Swords, and changed into knighted as a Marquis, on the age of fifty.
about a decade had handed when you consider that then.
Hugo turned into a person with literally iron blood and a furnace coronary heart.
He drove the rampaging barbarians some distance past the borders of the u . s . and worn out over one hundred species of demonic creatures.
His exploits, and the electricity that made them possible, gave him a good grip on the center of electricity.
infinite Baskerville hounds were sacrificed along the way, but Hugo didn't care.
Hugo was a man who, as soon as set on a direction, by no means appeared returned.
... however.
That iron-blooded guy was wavering now.
Hugo stared on the small lady before him with a clean expression he hadn't seen in decades, now not even from Butler Barrymore, with whom he had spent his entire life.
Pomeranian.
suddenly bursting out of the subsequent room, she ran directly to Vikir and hugged him.
"Uncle! Thunderclap! Musher!"
but Vikir may want to do little extra than maintain the Pomeranian nonetheless.
Vikir couldn't do a great deal more than keep the Pomeranian still, because the reaction of Hugo, whose eyes had been now huge open in the front of him, turned into too unexpected.
He glanced to the aspect, hoping to see something, and located Butler Barrymore staring at Hugo with an excellent more astonished expression.
Hugo's reaction is comprehensible, as there may be no manner inside the international that Hugo could have this kind of look on his face.
shock and horror. an awkward silence fills the office.
Then, like a man possessed by way of a ghost, Hugo took a step forward.
"Are you, are you... that face... can't be...?"
Hugo's arms and voice trembled. It became best now that Vikir realized it can be a tremor.
His unsteady gaze darted to the side of the Pomeranian's face, to the blood-red eyes half-hidden via black hair.
meanwhile. Pomeranian, who have been squirming in Vikir's hands, looked up and gasped.
" Wooooaaah! Uncle!"
Pomeranian cried out loudly and stumbled backwards.
It's a natural reaction for a lady to have while she sees a center-aged guy with a mustache approaching her with a shaky hand outstretched.
"Moustache! nostril hair! Offensive! Shirer!"
The Pomeranian squealed, hiding in Vikir's hands.
And to Hugo's marvel, he iced up in location in shock.
"My nose... mustache? My mustache?"
With trembling fingers, Hugo groped beneath his nose.
just then, Vikir advanced.
"Mr. Hugo, please chill out."
The bloodless, emotionless tone of his voice sobered Hugo.
As Hugo straightened up, Vikir asked.
"this is a infant I picked up on my manner right here. I introduced him here to run a personal errand, however I don't recognize in case you're troubled by using...?"
"Eh, eh. Picked him up on the road, huh?"
Hugo glares at Pomeranian even as he answers Vikir.
but Pomerian became already in Vikir's palms, so he couldn't see her face again.
whilst Hugo dared to lift his head yet again to inspect the Pomeranian's face, Butler Barrymore came to Vikir's resource.
"My lord. There are as many children inside the world as there are grains of sand. There's nothing particularly abnormal about the grasp selecting up a toddler to run an errand for."
At that, Hugo stopped shivering.
"...I'm improper, then. The butler is proper."
and then. Hugo reverted back to his stern expression.
however why was he fiddling along with his mustache?
"Does the mustache hassle you?"
"No. ...What are you talking about, butler?"
"Oh, no, no, I don't realize!"
Barrymore blurts out, earning a favorable glare from Hugo.
Hugo sighs as he sits back down on the sofa.
"I see. i used to be unsuitable for a second. I express regret for being so distracted, son."
Hugo apologized. This amazed Vikir another time.
subsequent, Vikir summoned the Chihuahua director to send the Pomeranian to the bed room.
"Mr. Director. Please give him a quiet room these days, because the thunder scared him so much."
"sure, sir, and that i'll have hot cocoa."
With familiarity, Chihuahua takes the Pomeranian.
It appeared as though it have been with the Pomeranian for a long time, and Hugo ought to see another time that his agitation was an illusion.
Chihuahua turned into a brief-witted person.
Sensing Vikir's embarrassment, he gave Hugo and Barrymore a brief nod, then casually became and protected the Pomeranian's face.
Then, with a fluid motion, he picked up Pomeranian and carried her out of the office.
Hugo had been rubbing his face along with his hands.
Vikir looked at Hugo, who become nonetheless very plenty shaken, and puzzled.
grasp. A swordsman who has touched the area of the perfect isn't simply bodily sturdy.
Their souls are extremely disciplined and tempered. A Swordmaster can most effective be reached by way of having a robust soul as well as a strong body.
however for Hugo, a man with such a robust soul, to be so matted.......
"There should be some thing to it."
Vikir determined to assume greater deeply approximately the Pomeranian.
Then.
"...Son."
Hugo opened his mouth to study Vikir.
"yes, Father."
Vikir answered with a brief bow.
Then came the road Vikir were anticipating.
"Come to the extraordinary ceremonial dinner the following day."
The terrific banquet. A small, one-of-a-kind dinner for the Baskervilles' direct descendants, the very elite.
it's far the lifelong dream of every lowly Baskerville to wait, even as soon as.
At one factor, Vikir was one in all them.
a normal seventeen yr antique Baskerville, specifically one with a Van center call, might have jumped for joy and wagged his tail at Hugo's provide.
however Vikir simply nodded meekly.
"i will see you the following day evening, father."
Hugo nodded lower back, completely unmoved, and didn't say anything else.
best Butler Barrymore dabbed at his barely reddened eyes along with his handkerchief.
"You've been a great boy a lot of these years.
nonetheless, it was undeniable to look what the antique butler was thinking.
* * *
That night time.
Vikir retired to his bedroom within the city corridor.
After a warm shower, he lay down on the fluffy bed and felt out of vicinity.
After napping on dried straw and fallen leaves for the past years, such a secure place to sleep felt foreign.
subsequently, Vikir left the bed and were given down at the ground.
earlier than getting down, he tucked a pillow below the covers to hide his bulge.
An occupational disorder (?) from years of assassination experience.
"...."
After mendacity down without a blanket at the hardwood floor, I finally were given used to it.
"Come to think about it, I always selected a tough stone floor like this to sleep on when I went looking.
the two years he spent with the wolves, the warriors of Balak, have been an experience he'll never overlook. For some time, it seemed to stay with him.
Vikir lay on his fingers and thought approximately what turned into to come back.
"Come to think about it, Hugo's response nowadays turned into quite sudden."
His reaction in advance had satisfied him to a degree that he should document the problem of the Pomeranian and the pendant.
'I'll consider it tomorrow after the extremely good banquet.
"Then I'll pull out my hand on the most effective time."
maybe it might be a very good possibility to provide Hugo a last-minute, decisive blow.
both manner, it would ought to be in a way that wouldn't damage the Pomeranian.
Vikir closed his eyes, making plans his pass.
"...!"
all at once, one among Vikir's eyes popped open.
Whirring.
A gust of wind, so moderate that a regular person wouldn't have felt it.
The bloodless night air brushed in opposition to his pores and skin.
The window opened soundlessly, and a shadow crawled via the crack.
The shadow approached the mattress silently, and in its hand it drew a dagger with a sharp side.
It smelled faintly of mana.
Then, The Shadow stood earlier than the mattress. It changed into where Vikir would commonly lie.
but no.
The Shadow did no longer swing the blade immediately on the bed. It definitely lifted the give up of the blanket and slipped quietly below it.
Of route, Vikir become on the floor, not underneath the covers, so he become in a position to look at the shadow's actions from start to finish.
"You've been back much less than an afternoon. You're a fast learner."
Vikir smirked and driven himself up.
And.
The physicality of the Graduator advanced is on complete display.
Bam!
Vikir drew his Beelzebub and knocked the shadow's dagger away in one quick motion.
...%!
The Shadow's dagger spun around and flew away, embedding itself in the wall.
on the same time, Vikir's grip flew out like a snake's gills and grabbed The Shadow with the aid of the throat.
In an instant, The Shadow's arm snapped and he fell backwards onto the mattress, Vikir stamping fiercely on pinnacle of him.
Vikir climbed on top of him and whispered low in his ear.
"next time, you may want to make a formal request for an interview. I'll kill you in case you make a mistake."
"...I'll ought to."
The Shadow's breathing become regular and measured.
Then, the black cloak that protected his face slipped off.
It become the old face he hadn't seen in a long term.
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