Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 25

Episode 25 Morgue Camille (6)

“They said I wasn’t telling them to listen, so I haven’t listened to them since.”

At that, Hugo hurriedly covered the corners of his mouth with his hand.

It’s expressionless from the top of your hand, but… a gesture that hides a smile from anyone’s eyes.

Camus also looks at this side with bright eyes.

“Whoa… whoa whoop…”

Only Adolf’s forehead had veins.

Eventually, he straightened his back, which had been bent at Vikir’s eye level, and looked back at Hugo.

“Holy Head, will you allow me to have a little deeper conversation with this child for a while?”

It was very unusual for a deputy of the House of Morgue, and one of the highest members of the party, to show such excessive interest in a mere eight-year-old.

And Hugo didn’t have much to say in response to the other party’s overreaction.

“What are you doing to that kid? Could it be that the empire’s magic star is persecuting an 8-year-old boy?”

It was Hugo who did not forget what he had heard before and reciprocated in ancient times.

But Adolf was stubborn.

“Hehe, isn’t this a child who might later become my nephew’s husband? This is a request from Morgue not as the head of the delegation, but as an uncle.”

“Oh uncle! It’s not like that!”

“Oh, nephew, stay still. Uncle Lee will take care of it. Everyone has to see it like this once.”

When Camus protested, Adolf said with a stern expression.

At the same time, the slight glance at Hugo seemed like a nuance to save face.

“…”

Hugo waved his hand, thinking that it had been a long time since he had interacted with the people of the Rue Morgue for so long.

It means do whatever you want.

* * *

Bikir readily accepted Adolf’s request.

Speaking of Morgue Adolph, he was an absolute strong man who was difficult to match even before returning. At the age of 40, he is already at the helm to the extent of attending official events as an acting head of state.

It was a very good opportunity to experience a little bit of Adolf’s power.

Hugo also thought so, so he allowed this place.

After the annual event, everyone left the gymnasium.

Bikir and Adolf stood facing each other in a wide open space.

The observers are Hugo Les Baskerville and Morgue Camus.

The two stood at a distance from each other, looking at the two men in the center of the gymnasium.

said Adolf.

“Baskerville child. From now on, I will test your qualities, so show me everything you are.”

Bikir nodded and thought of something else.

‘You’d faint if I showed you everything.’

What would happen if we dealt with the power of the heyday before the return?

50% for ambush and assassination, 10% for head-to-head confrontation.

But now, not only has he not fully regained his full strength before returning, but he doesn’t have to fight with all his might.

It is enough to meet Adolf’s expectations in an appropriate way.

‘Where should I see the magician’s skills?’

It is said that masters can guess each other’s skills just by shaking hands.

Vikir intended to use this opportunity to help Morgue estimate the skills of the top players.

Then Adolf spoke.

“Hey. I’ll give you a handicap.”

He raised his hand and swung it once toward the ground.

Damn it!

The mud rises from the ground and then spins round and round to form a jar.

Roaring!

The jar was solidified by the flames from Adolf’s hand.

It’s like …

The water began to fill up in the jar that was made.

It looks simple, but it is a combination of three magics at once, earth, fire and water.

…just right!

As Adolf snapped his fingers, the jar of water rose slowly into the air and landed on Adolf’s head.

Adolf, carrying a water jug, looked down at Bikir and said.

“I will compete against you with this pitcher full of water on my head. If you can get even one drop of water to flow from the pitcher on my head, you win.”

In a word, it means to make a fuss.

Bikir took a stance while holding the short sword.

Adolf was staring at Bikir with his arms crossed.

yet.

…Clap!

Bikir started moving first.

Seeing Bikir rushing straight ahead, Camu exclaimed urgently.

“Uh!? We shouldn’t run at my uncle head-on!?”

Hearing that, Adolf looks back at Camus with a very sad expression.

“My nephew. What if you tell me that?”

At the same time, a transparent barrier is created in front of Adolf’s eyes.

Empty!

Bikir hit the wall just as he was charging at it, and was bounced off.

“Shield magic is the best when dealing with swordsmen. It will be difficult to block even with a decent aura sword.”

What Adolf said was true.

Especially Adolf is a master of shield magic. It was possible to create shields of various sizes and thicknesses according to the time and place.

It was Adolf who had just created a shield just as large to block Vikir’s torso in order to minimize the waste of mana.

But Bikir is also no slouch.

…Tatak!

Bikir used the counter-elasticity of being thrown backwards to increase the distance, then immediately changed its trajectory and moved to the side.

at the same time.

Fuck! right!

Bikir kicks a few cobblestones in the opposite direction he’s moving.

The stone flew straight toward the water jar.

“It’s not good to take chances.”

Adolf used his hand to create a shield without looking at the direction the stone was flying from.

Then it summons a small shield again towards Bikir coming in from the other side.

Bikir collided and bounced off again.

Adolf opened his mouth.

“From now on, I won’t attack either.”

As soon as he finishes his words, the spears of fire are summoned.

A bolt of fire hurled down into the air! Each one is powerful enough to pierce the soil of the gymnasium and dig a pit.

Seeing this, Camus shouted loudly.

“Uncle! That’s too much! You didn’t even use that kind of magic when you sparred with me!”

“……My nephew. Whose side are you taking?”

It is Adolph with a very sad expression.

However, Vikir was frantically dodging the spear of fire.

‘Hmm. Is it this much?’

The power of the sorceress Adolph that Bikir knew had not changed much since then or now.

At this level, you are already familiar with it.

‘I know how to deal with it.’

A seasoned practical experience before the return and an innocent child’s face after the return.

If you combine these two well, you can draw out the opponent’s guard and achieve unexpected results.

‘I could kill him if I do well.’

Horrible thoughts crossed my mind…but there was no need for such a major accident.

It was necessary to pass this situation well considering Hugo’s gaze watching him.

“Eight!”

Bikir moved as if he had been driven by a flash of fire.

Bikir hastily pulls out his sword and swings it at Adolf.

but.

“It’s okay.”

The shield created by Adolf blocks Vikir’s sword.

kang! Daang! earth! visor!

Vikir swung the sword again, but it was also blocked by the shield.

Adolf kept the charges.

“It’s the same no matter how many times you try. Your sword can’t pierce the shield.”

But Bikir did not give up.

Booung –

The sword is swung.

Daang!

And hit the shield.

Vikir repeated the same motion over and over again, and Adolf continued to block the sword with the same shield.

kang! Caang! earth! Daang!

The knife kept tapping on the same spot without an inch of error.

Bikir’s sword, which flies with precise movement like a machine. The same blade is repeated countless times.

At this point, Adolf also noticed that something was strange.

“……Hoo.”

Vikir’s sword had been hitting the same part of the shield over and over again.

The shield was also gradually being worn down by the sword.

In particular, since the impact was continuously applied to only one part, the magic fatigue in that part was already considerably overlapping.

“Hahahaha- You’re saying you’re going to break through the shield by hitting the same spot over and over again? You’ve got a bold idea. I can’t help but praise your concentration and swordsmanship skills to keep aiming at the same spot without an inch of error.”

However, Adolf’s eyes soon become cold.

“But. That’s really just like hitting a rock with an egg. Are you trying to measure the durability of my shield and the durability of your sword?”

It was as it was said.

Daang! kang!

The moment Bikir’s sword hits Adolf’s shield for the 10th time.

…Pacan!

Bikir’s sword shattered and broke.

Eventually, Vikir had to back away, retrieving the broken sword.

Hugo stroked his chin and was silent. Camus closed his mouth with a sad expression.

Adolf said to Bikir, who stepped away.

“The attitude of stubbornly sticking to one stance is good, but you have to do it while looking at the other person. He has a pretty good quality, but he’s far short of the qualifications to be my nephew’s spouse…

” Adolf who was going to do it.

……but.

Immediately, he felt the top of his head get wet and stopped talking.

‘what?’

When Adolf senses that something is wrong. The water

that

had soaked the top of his head trickled down and began to wash his face vertically.

“……?”

Adolf, dumbfounded, raises his head and sees a water jar with dripping water.

‘…Pacang!’

The fragments of Bikir’s sword, which had been broken and bounced off earlier, had become lodged in the side of the water jug, causing the water to leak.

When Adolf, who was wet from the top of his head to his chin and even the nape of his neck, was making a blank expression.

Turban-Turb-Turb-

Bikir said as she walked in front of him.

“It’s full of cars.”

Of course, he was referring to the water in the jar.