Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 114 - : Blood and Honor

The Boston Terrier lifted the goblet of wine that were effervescent simply moments before and downed it in one gulp.

The amazing Dane swallowed a massive bite of steaming meat in one gulp, too.

"This should be my nephew's brew, the flavor is extremely good!"

"Meat cooked with the Graduator's air of mystery, what a delicacy."

the two counts commenced to stare at Vikir in the center with extreme eyes.

no matter what, they desired to deliver Vikir lower back to their knights.

in the meantime. Vikir notion to himself.

'possibly it's quality that I most effective monitor my Intermediate Graduator.'

In fact, he had shown glimpses of this energy a few instances earlier than.

I'd carried out something similar when I blew up the Champagne Tower in membership Burning Suspension, and i'd unleashed this plenty power once I first met the Madame of the Depht.

The distinction now could be that his hidden skills have reached the best levels of the Graduator.

with his previous life's electricity fully restored, the blessing of the Styx River, the Baskerville-style superior Sword approach, and the demon sword Beelzebub, he become confident that in a one-on-one in shape, he might be a healthy for the current seventh count number.

"via the way, are you announcing that the Intermediate Graduator ability you in short confirmed two years in the past hasn't spread to anyone but?"

Vikir glanced over to the head of the splendid banquet desk.

There, the triplets – intellectual, Midbrow, and Lowbrow – were sitting and consuming in silence.

"...."

"...."

"...."

From the looks of it, they hadn't suggested their ultimate encounter in the depths to Hugo.

I don't know why.

'nevertheless, it become helpful. i'm wondering if I must have discovered my superior Graduator stage.'

I'm happy i used to be capable of hold my strength to a minimum.

Vikir picked up his fork, knowing that he might ought to put in force the high, Mid, and coffee Bro's mouths once again after the tremendous banquet.

meanwhile.

The Boston Terrier and wonderful Dane couldn't prevent praising Vikir's accomplishment.

"To cook meat and brew liquor just by using touching the table and growing a mana resonance, that's no regular mana proficiency. Hehe, that's extraordinary, and i used to be an advanced Sword professional at high-quality at that age."

"That's a mana control that might be impossible to attain unless you're as a minimum an Intermediate Graduator. This ought to be an all-time genius in Baskerville, due to the fact i was at that level when i used to be thirty-3."

The common hound in Baskerville might now not had been able to attain this degree until they were thirty-5.

He did it at the mere age of 17. He turned into nearly many years in advance of the curve.

The Boston Terrier and incredible Dane checked out Hugo and exclaimed.

"An intermediate graduator! What I didn't accomplish until i used to be thirty-three, and at most effective seventeen! What a slope!"

"Hahaha, I'm positive you'll be pleased, brother. that is a triumph for the whole family. A toast to my proud nephew's accomplishment!"

the 2 guys appeared absolutely mesmerized.

Even Hugo turned into smiling widely at the situation.

The corners of his mouth became up in a way that made it clear he changed into smiling.

quickly, Hugo and the 2 counts had been talking approximately Vikir.

greater than ninety percent of the verbal exchange focused around a request to send Vikir to sign up for their knights.

while the adults' interest is momentarily diverted.

a new voice spoke to him.

"Little brother."

accurate pronunciation, bloodless voice.

Vikir turned his head in the path of the voice.

There he saw long hair hanging like a black curtain, and purple eyes shining through it.

"Osiris Les Baskervilles.

presently the most powerful late Exponent of the Baskerville own family. First in line for the family succession. the person in line for the position of Small Householder, appearing within the absence of the Householder.

He become currently sitting diagonally across from Vikir, searching this manner.

"...."

Vikir met Osiris's eyes.

A tiny absolute, a being so smug and high-minded that he hadn't dared to appearance him in the eye earlier than his regression.

but now Vikir had the skill and energy to stand this type of being with dignity.

Vikir met Osiris' gaze with out flinching.

subsequently, Osiris spoke.

"You labored hard."

Vikir's pupils dilated barely at the words.

He turned into surprised that the man had spoken to him first, but a praise? It turned into unthinkable, given his pre-regression image.

however the wonder didn't stop there.

"nicely completed. preserve up the coolest paintings."

Osiris persevered to give Vikir a sequence of virtuous words.

His voice is still cold, his expression unchanged, and a normal person could suppose he became angry.

the younger Vikir, earlier than his regression, had thought so, too.

but as he grew older, he realized that turned into no longer the case.

Osiris's expression and voice have been definitely icy cold, but there was a tiny, mild warm temperature below.

A warmth that could not be expressed in face, gesture, or words.

A warm temperature that become so clumsy, it changed into clear that even he didn't understand a way to specific it.

'...Now that I consider it, you weren't so frightening in the end.'

Vikir thought to himself as he bowed to Osiris.

Why did he appear so horrifying before the regression? become it because he become the family patriarch? became it due to his boastful, excessive-minded expression and voice? turned into it due to the big disparity in repute and power? became it in reality due to the fact he became more than ten years older than him?

but Osiris, as he is now, is a good deal more youthful than Vikir virtually is.

It became then that the clumsiness and awkwardness of Osiris commenced to return into cognizance.

The way he's now not very good with a knife, the manner he alternatives and chooses what he doesn't like to consume, the manner his face crumples on the mere smell of a very vulnerable drink, the manner he can best straighten out a crumpled serviette if he's pressured to do it again and again once more....

'He became particularly human.'

once you get past the stereotype of the untouchable celestial overlord, you start to see the actual him.

Osiris Les Baskervilles.

He became now not the suitable, bloodless, tearless superhuman as the arena had known him, and as Vikir had remembered him earlier than his regression.

simply then.

"Wow. huge brother complimenting little brother, that's awesome."

a brand new voice spoke from Vikir's aspect.

Turning his head, Vikir saw a handsome man with surprisingly white and light pores and skin winking at him.

A handsome guy with black hair and purple eyes with deep darkish circles.

He changed into Set Les Baskervilles, Hugo's 2nd son.

He smiled in a friendly manner and spoke softly to Vikir.

"I've in no way visible Osiris reward someone like that, or smile so wide with such pleasure."

...was that a grin?

Vikir glanced away and checked out Osiris.

Osiris was reducing a steak with an expressionless face.

It was nonetheless a glance that would be fallacious for anger.

"That's why anyone feared Osiris earlier than the regression."

however that changed into a smile, and it's awesome to listen it once more.

"...."

while Vikir become speechless, Set smirked.

"you've got a poker face like your brother Osiris, don't you? properly, each person in my own family does. Blunt and all. It's a shame."

in contrast to Osiris, and in contrast to everyone else within the own family, Set changed into expressive.

Vikir watched as Set smiled wistfully.

Set Baskerville, as Vikir remembered him, changed into a great man.

no matter his lack of talent with the sword and his lack of compassion, he cared for anyone inside the house.

A gentle guy who might listen to the discomfort of a maid, even if that maid became new to the residence.

The best one of his immediately own family to lay chrysanthemums at the tombstones of his useless hounds.

i'm able to still see him weeping for his father, who had no blood or tears, and for all his brothers, who have been demise for him.

On days while he turned into overlooked by using his father or brother as a weakling, he could visit the flower garden via himself and let his tears fall.

And that become true even now, after his regression.

Hugo and Osiris had all but disregarded Set.

It turned into most effective natural that Set, the underdog, ought to be ignored with the aid of the effective Baskervilles.

So Vikir had pitied and revered Set in his heart before he changed into turned.

He had fallen into his line and worked for him, despite the fact that he had not anything to gain.

He had pitied Set for being so gentle-hearted, and he had prominent him for putting up with it and being so top to hounds like himself.

... however now it was exclusive.

Vikir replayed in his thoughts the information Sindhiwendi had given him the previous day.

Rank: Underdog town Justice of the Peace and senator.

name: Viscount

Rank: Intermediate Graduator

other: second son of Hugo Les Baskervilles, the patriarch of house Baskerville. presently second in line of succession.

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gentle and heat character. Weaknesses. No skills for swordsmanship. Hated through Hugo. properly-favored by means of all of the lesser contributors of the circle of relatives. Has been far from the Underdogs for a long time. Stepped out briefly for a exceptional feast during his closing sporting events...

A rambling listing of statistics that Vikir already knew.

but at the cease of it, there was a line that even Vikir had in no way visible earlier than.

'Set Les Baskervilles' is assumed to be non-human.

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