Chapter 116: Chapter 116: The Count's Oath
Vikir left the primary corridor in which the splendid dinner party turned into being held.
He had simply stepped out of the primary gate and become the route among the schooling grounds and the fort.
"...."
Vikir needed to stop in his tracks on the mouth of the training grounds.
there has been lifestyles beyond the trees, a blatant hallucination.
Then a black stalk snaked in the direction of him.
An charisma as sticky as honey and as purple as blood, a sword strike that simplest a pinnacle Graduator may want to unleash.
Six teeth sliced thru the air, aiming for Vikir.
'have to I combat back?'
Vikir thought for a moment.
An attack of that caliber could be blocked and countered.
but Vikir turned into simplest an Intermediate Graduator, and there had been best such a lot of methods he ought to react in a scenario like this.
Vikir attracts his longsword from his belt, deflects the blow, and rolls to the aspect to accurate his stance.
The number of teeth Vikir drew in that brief moment became 4. Six enamel that flew out.
four of the enamel ran into each different and canceled each other out, leaving only tooth aimed at Vikir.
Vikir determined to just take them together with his body.
With the safety of the Styx River, Vikir's frame instantly turned to black iron.
kkaang! ttang!
Unsurprisingly, the sword, which contained an intermediate Graduator air of mystery broke into two, and a handful of the hem of the cloak become torn off.
Quack, quack, quack!
The strike flew off in a deflected trajectory, leaving a massive scar at the floor.
the two teeth that made contact with his body scattered on their own before he may want to combat off Styx's safety.
"...!"
Vikir realized that the assault hadn't flown to harm him in the first vicinity.
alternatively, he heard laughter coming from past the timber.
"My nephew, you're grown up."
The Earl of Boston Terrier. one of the Seven Counts, he smiled wryly at Vikir.
Vikir straightened his stance in the front of the Boston Terrier. He stood in the front of the Boston Terrier and straightened his stance.
The Boston Terrier's eyes sparkled as he found out that Vikir turned into even more treasured.
Then.
"Who goes on a rampage with a knife within the house?"
someone stood between the Boston Terrier and Vikir.
A hulking guy, his black hair whipping around him. It turned into the Earl of terrific Dane.
He glared at the Boston Terrier.
"attempted murder," he said, "and if your brother knows approximately it, you'll be on probation for at the least a few months."
"Do not discredit your uncle's affection for his niece."
"Affection? Hiding and letting go of the sword is affection?"
"children develop up fighting."
"You're a f*cking child, are you?"
on the exquisite Dane's words, the Boston Terrier bared his enamel below his sunglasses.
"live out of the subsequent pit bull's enterprise and cross for your way."
"the next pit bull? maybe the next mastiff. i can't believe we're sending our darling niece to such a ragtag bunch of misfits."
"a bunch of massive mutt bastards, begging for their lives with their guts spilling out on the slightest crack in their stomachs."
"Hoo hoo hoo. You're so massive, there's no skin to tear."
The Boston Terrier leading the pit bulls and the terrific Dane leading the mastiffs were snarling at every different tensely, neither giving an inch.
Now that there has been no hugo, they could go at it with impunity.
"accurate! Whoever wins here gets Vikir!"
"whatever for the destiny of my loved nephew!"
the 2 counts drew their swords and confronted every different.
"...."
Vikir had long considering the fact that walked away.
'tough human beings.'
He'd expected the brash depend Boston Terrier to be pestering him to expose him precisely what he turned into capable of.
It changed into a good issue he had an opponent, the remember of awesome Danes, who was a chunk of a handful.
in the meantime, Vikir recalled the pressure of the sooner blow.
'That changed into more than I predicted.'
earlier than the regression, the 7th Counts have been the highest stage of Graduators, and the contemporary seventh Counts had been equally carried out.
Vikir was also a pinnacle Graduator, however the distinction among them become in the degree of swordsmanship they used.
Now, but, Vikir had mastered the seventh shape of Baskerville and became more performed than the seventy counts who had mastered the 6th shape of Baskerville.
And with the protection of the River Styx and the strength of the magic sword Beelzebub?
'i'm able to take on one 7th remember, but no longer .'
Who would accept as true with that this changed into an accomplishment at only seventeen?
Vikir closed his eyes, planning his next pass.
"Brother!"
He hears any other voice calling out to him from behind.
He turns to peer what it is, and a sickening stench hits his nostrils.
Set Les Baskerville. Hugo's second son.
He's searching at Vikir with a big smile on his face.
"wherein are you drowsing tonight?"
"...."
"in case you don't have plans, why don't you sleep at my fortress, it's not far from here."
Vikir watched Set's mouth twitch with excitement.
What inside the world lurked beneath that shell that made him reek so badly?
possibly it is evil, but it isn't always regular evil.
We already have some evidence that Set is answerable for numerous kidnappings and the disappearance of followed kids, thanks to the testimony of Sindiwendi and Chihuahua.
This was additionally the maximum damning and conclusive of the accusations against Vikir earlier than his regression.
"...And there was more."
some of the additional facts that Sindiwendi delivered to the desk were matters that Vikir hadn't even guessed approximately.
for instance, it became Set's mother who despatched two venomous snakes to Vikir's cradle when he was an little one, and it become Set who kidnapped Hugo's oldest daughter, Penelope, from the Rococo tribe.
Sindiwendi exposed how Set's guys had bought two bloody mambas from the natives of Depht seventeen years earlier, and in addition uncovered how Penelope's strolling path and itinerary had been leaked to the Rococo.
each had been uncovered while making ready to trade with the tribes of Depht on Vikir's behalf.
'How fitting, then, that it became Ahheman of Balak who bought the Bloody Mamba ....'
Vikir smiled dryly. He had by accident paid off a debt from his infancy.
nicely, whatever.
The motive Set hadn't been taken as a suspect was due to the fact he'd been playing his normal proper-natured, soft-spoken self.
He wouldn't have been a suspect in any respect if he hadn't been wearing a child's body at the time.
So Vikir may want to best stare at the set, or alternatively, the shell of a set, in front of him now, and stare at this extraordinary thing that have been pressed against Baskerville road for decades.
"So, little brother, what are you going to do now, come lower back because the Underdog's Deputy Commissar or input the Academy?"
Set remained at Vikir's aspect, looking to be friendly.
Then. A voice interrupted him.
"I stated moderation, Set."
Osiris. He rode in on his horse, isolating Set and Vikir yet again.
He grew to become to Vikir and Set with a stern appearance.
"Do not communicate loudly inside the presence of nature, and given that it's far past due at night time, we will shop this communication for once more."
A stranger might have concept he became a jerk.
Vikir, before his regression, had notion similarly.
but having examine Osiris's true intentions, Vikir sincerely bowed his head.
"I'll see you subsequent time and say whats up, brothers."
Osiris' expression softens slightly at Vikir's phrases, while Set's face hardened.
however it's tough to inform if it's praise or resentment.
Vikir's demeanor was very formal, and as such, now not precisely ideal.
The eldest son spoke, and with accurate motive. It became the elder son's phrase in opposition to the younger son's.
Even Osiris could not assist but admire Vikir's skillful way of searching out for his personal pursuits in the maximum neutral and objective way viable.
* * *
there are numerous castles in Baskerville that have been round for a long term.
As a end result, there are many faraway and hidden corners.
Vikir had come to Yuasa castle nowadays searching for a brief region to stay.
His room, where he had spent many hours as a toddler.
He crossed the entrance to a flooded cellar and climbed a spiral staircase through abandoned meals garage and unrepaired cracks.
Vikir walked thru these dank corridors, recalling recollections from a long time ago.
A second.
A peculiar experience of déjà vu hits him.
Vikir stopped in his tracks and turned his head.
there was a scene that reminded him of ten years ago.
The triplets of residence Baskerville, aka the Trident of Baskerville.
highbrow Les Baskervilles, Midbrow Les Baskervilles, and Lowbrow Les Baskervilles.
The half-brothers, who hadn't spoken a word to every different for the reason that assembly at the brilliant banquet, stood.
Now eighteen years antique, they'd grown to full top, and their jawlines had thickened.
"...."
"...."
"...."
They nonetheless had the same stiff demeanor each time they were in Vikir's presence.
Vikir, meanwhile, wore a dry smile.
It's quite obvious what he's waiting for on this dingy, faraway region at sword-point.
"What?"
I asked, prepared to attract my sword at a second's word.
and then.
Thud.
The triplets wordlessly drew the swords from their waists.
They didn't emit any auras, but the electricity emanating from their bodies appeared to have some form of hard solve.
'I need to kill them.'
Vikir decided. A hound which can't cover its shit and sinks its tooth in like this is no solution.
A killing blow.
This was a good time to bury what took place within the depht two years in the past.
...?
The triplets then started out to react in a way that even Vikir hadn't predicted.
...shaking.
All three knelt on their proper knees in front of Vikir, heads bowed.
The suggestions in their drawn swords rested on the insteps in their proper feet, the tips in their handles pointed at Vikir.
"...?"
Vikir's face contorted in bewilderment.
This become the oath of the knights of the Empire once they met their destined masters.
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