Episode 5 Dogs of the Baskervilles (2)
“I don’t like you. Follow me.”
“Follow me.”
“Follow me.”
The 9-year-old triplets of the Baskerville family, Hive, Middle, and Low, have been having a low-level quarrel.
“…”
eight-year-old Bikir thought with her mouth shut.
In my childhood before returning, meeting these guys was as terrifying as meeting a god of death.
Decades later, these guys were also involved in the death of the vomit.
Above all, they are warriors who will be so outstanding that they will be called ‘The Baskerville’s Trident’ or ‘Hugo Baskerville’s Trident’ in a decade or so.
Aren’t they youngsters who will make great achievements in the Baskervilles?
So it was necessary to step on the buds in advance.
In order to devour the Baskervilles in the future.
“……Heeing. The hyungs are scared.”
is this the right way to do it?
Bikir looked up and cried like a child who was not enough.
Then he spoke to the triplets who were arrogantly proud.
“Why don’t you go somewhere where no one is and hit me?”
Then the triplets giggled.
“I do know what honor is, though.”
“Ah yes.”
“Ah yes.”
Beating in a place where there are many eyes is a nuisance even for triplets.
They break Bikir’s arms and lead her to a secluded place with her mouth shut.
‘Little Fang Castle’ is a castle that has been built for a long time, and there are many secluded and nooks and crannies like a building that follows the old architectural style.
Crossing the submerged cellar entrance, past an abandoned food warehouse and an unrepaired crack, up the spiral staircase.
The triplets were dragged into a secluded room in the hallway where they didn’t wear their bikinis.
The captain, Hivero, said with a smile.
“If you scream, one place might get cut off. Well, if you go to the infirmary in time, you might be able to attach it.”
“I can attach it.”
“I can attach it.”
I can’t believe that I’m 9 years old when I take out a dagger from my waist and see her smiling darkly.
Are young children more cruel?
Children laughing, taking off the head or wings of insects and stepping on them to kill them.
Ordinary children do this, but the children of the Baskervilles needless to say.
These three little demons surrounded Bikir and said.
“I heard you dived in the River Styx for seven minutes? I laughed a lot after hearing that brag from the nanny.”
“Laughed.”
“Laughed.”
Hivero nodded to the youngest, Lowbro, who was next to him.
Then Loubro smiled and nodded, and soon went back behind Vikir and covered Vikir’s nose and mouth with both hands.
Hivero looked at Vikir’s face and laughed meanly.
“What about 7 minutes?
“I’ll support you!”
“I’ll support you!”
Louvro gives more strength to the hand that covered Bikir’s nose and mouth.
Innocent malice could be felt from the tightly clasped hands, as if they would not allow even a sigh of breath.
Hivero and Middlebro are smiling brightly, holding both arms tightly in the hope of subduing Bikir if he moves.
……but.
“……?”
“……?”
“……?”
The triplets turn their heads with puzzled expressions.
For Vikir stood still, not moving at all, watching the triplets.
“Hehehe, do you think it’s going to be tough? It’s quite spirited. Let’s see how far it goes.”
“See you.”
“See you.”
The triplets give more strength to their hands.
One minute passed like that.
Since he didn’t even raise his mana, he would be short of breath as a child.
“…”
But Bikir just stood there with calm eyes, just like the first time.
“…You’re holding up pretty well, you bastard.”
“This child.”
“This child.”
The triplets were busy energizing their hands, unaware that the smiles on their lips were slowly fading away.
And it’s been over 2 minutes.
The triplets had stopped talking a little.
The time surrounding the still standing Bikir began to feel too long.
“…What is this bastard? Isn’t he breathing?”
“no?”
“no!”
When Hivero doubts, Lowbro jumps up and shakes his head. Clearly, he was holding his breath.
and 3 minutes.
4 minutes.
5 minutes.
6 minutes.
7 minutes.
8 minutes.
9 minutes.
10 minutes.
Bikir stands still, motionless.
In the meantime, there was only a chilling silence in the room.
At this point, the backs of the triplets, who are rather bullying, are drenched in cold sweat.
If you actually feel that the horse is counting from 1 to 600 in 10 minutes, you can see that it is an incredibly long time.
All the while, Bikir was staring at the triplets, blinking her eyes in an all-too-nonchalant spirit.
……with grave silence.
yet.
Hivero forced a smile and gestured to Lowbro.
“……Really not funny. Let this bastard go.”
“Free me.”
“Free me.”
The moment Loubro was about to remove his hand from Bikir’s mouth.
“Keah!?”
A sudden noise bursts out.
It wasn’t the sound of Bikir breathing or struggling.
Blood was gushing out of Loubro’s index finger.
“……..”
Bikir spit out what came into his mouth after chewing it a few times.
Then he smiled at the triplets in front of him.
“You say you’ve got a finger on your finger?”
Bikir laughs briskly with thick blood on his mouth.
Seeing this, the complexions of the triplets turned pale for an instant.
Before long, Hivero shouted as if chewing and spitting out.
“…… Heung! Even then, I’m not scared at all!”
“…I’m not afraid!”
“……scared!”
The last comment was off-putting.
When Hivero and Middlebro turned their heads, Lowbro raised his hand and whimpered.
“I’ve got my finger cut off!”
The triplets’ conversation started to go awry.
Seeing blood is familiar to the children of the Baskervilles.
However, the story is a little different when everything beyond the blood, torn off flesh and even broken bones is your own.
Like a trident, the guys who always moved together in the same direction started playing separately.
The eldest Hivero soothes the youngest Lowbro.
“Calm down Bro. Let’s go to the infirmary and ask the priest to put a finger on us.”
“let’s do it.”
“Uh uh uh… Okay. Hurry up!”
Middle Bro carried Low Bro.
When Hivero quickly reached out and opened the door.
“Who said you could go?”
Bikir stood in front of him.
Hivero’s expression twisted sternly.
“You…”
Of course, the distorted expression did not straighten again. It
‘s
because Bikir’s fist flew in and broke his nose and teeth.
Hivero lay on the floor with his face covered.
…Puduk!
Middle Bro, who was standing there with a dazed expression on his face, got his jaw turned by Bikir’s kick that immediately followed.
“What a hundred!?”
“Kkeu-”
“Heuk-heuk…”
The triplets all screaming, moaning, and crying in different sounds.
Bikir sat quietly in front of the door and said.
“I’ll be unwell for the rest of my life. If I don’t get proper treatment within the next hour.”
“…”
“By the way, looking at my older brother, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave this room today.”
“…”
“When it rains, always remember today when your teeth or chin fingers ache.”
The triplets then glared at Bikir as if to kill him.
The cruel temper nurtured in the Baskervilles for the past nine years does not go anywhere.
‘……But that’s why they’re children.’
Bikir smiled.
There is no existence that does not listen to the passer.
If there is a person who doesn’t listen to you even if you lose, you should think about whether you’re not a fan less.
This was Hugo Baskerville’s view of childcare, and it is also the code of conduct for the entire Baskerville family.
“Aww!”
At least the eldest brother, Hivero, gathers courage and attacks again.
With a dagger in hand.
but.
puck!
Hivero’s dagger did not draw a single drop of blood, even though it was stabbed right into Vikir’s body.
“……uh?”
Hive makes a blank expression.
Bikir’s chest, which touched the dagger, seemed to be dyed black, but soon returned to flesh color.
The protection of the River Styx.
Bikir’s body reached the state of complete sword invulnerability at the age of only 8 years.
Puck!
Sound similar to when a dagger was inserted earlier.
But the result is completely different.
Hivero sat down as he felt all his remaining teeth were completely broken off.
It happened in just two punches. The rattling sound
of tears,
runny nose, saliva, blood bubbles and teeth mixing in the mouth.
A dark shadow of Bikir is cast in front of the triplets who tremble as they clasp their faces and chin fingers.
…with Tang!
A dagger thrown into the middle of the triplets.
But no one had any idea to figure it out.
Instinctively, everyone knows.
‘……If you catch that thing, you’ll get hit even harder.’
The triplets did not dare to raise their heads and knelt on the floor, dripping blood, tears, saliva and cold sweat.
All three of them had wet crotches, so it looked like they had lost their urine.
at that time.
Bikir said.
“There is only one older brother who can leave this room alive.”
The expressions of the triplets who found a rope change rapidly.
“who?”
“who?”
“who?”
Bikir’s answer to that was simple.
“It’s up to the brothers to decide from now on.”
At the same time, the triplet’s gaze suddenly focused on the dagger in the center.
…Damn it!
Baskerville’s trident began to split from within.
