Revenge Of The Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - chapter 209

Chapter 209: Night Of The Festival (4)

Chapter 209 Night of the Festival (4)

“Vikir needs to be in the kitchen!”

“What’s the point of the kitchen if there are no customers?”

The extreme fight unfolded to attract Vikir to one’s side. Amidst the rivalry blossoming beautifully between the kitchen faction and the customer faction.

“Why are they fighting.”

There was someone embracing Vikir.

“?”

Vikir furrowed his brow.

…Why is this person here right now?

A familiar face. Although disguised as a vampire with a mask, one could guess from the aura.

Is there anyone else who can exude such presence in this physique and age range?

Osiris. Osiris Le Baskerville.

The heir to the Baskerville clan, the legitimate successor of Hugo.

He is currently giving Vikir a hug.

Suddenly, many thoughts crossed Vikir’s mind.

Among them, the first was the code that Cindiwendy had sent not long ago.

1. Ten Corpses. Information acquisition. Time needed for analysis. One month.

2. Night hound. Two imitators appear. One seems like a fan, the other’s purpose is unknown.

3. Osiris Le Baskerville. Left family. Presumed to be heading towards Venetior.

The third item clearly stated that Osiris, the young lord of the Baskerville clan was heading towards Venetior. The exact purpose was unknown.

But, at that moment, Vikir was more focused on the two Copy cats.

“Who is he? He’s so tall.”

“Is he Vikir’s family?”

“We can’t see his face because of the mask.”

Overall, there is a majority of opinions curious about Osiris’s identity. However, Osiris left the area with Vikir without any intention of causing a commotion.

Eventually, Osiris returned behind the tent with Vikir.

“You’ve become much prettier since I last saw you, little sister.”

It was the first greeting that seemed somewhat mischievous.

However, Vikir’s expression remained consistently cold.

“Why did you come here, Brother?”

“Call me ‘oppa.’ It’s more appropriate than given your dress, according to the academy’s tradition.”

“It was a joke.” Osiris said

Vikir asked again.

“Why did you come here, brother?”

“An older brother must come and help when his younger sister is in trouble.”

Just then.

“Uncleeee!”

A head popped out from Osiris’s back.

Vikir’s eyes widened slightly.

Pomeranian, riding on Osiris’ back. The shape of Osiris’s shoulders and back was broad, so Pomeranian was hidden behind him.

“UwUuWUUwU- I missed you, Uncle! Why didn’t you come to see me!”

Pomeranian, with a tearful expression, hugged Vikir and rubbed her face against his.

Vikir’s face was getting damp, he raised his head, and Osiris finally revealed the purpose of coming here.

“Because Pomeranian missed you so much. Dad especially gave me a vacation too.

“He told me to take Pomeranian and go to the academy.”

At that statement, Vikir doubted his own ears. Vacation? From Hugo?

Seeing Vikir’s indifferent expression, Osiris lightly chuckled beneath his mask.

“These days, This girl holds the real power in the family.”

Osiris’s words were surprising. If Pomeranian said she liked blood wine chocolate, the demon-infested area in the Western Front would turn into a cocoa farm. If Pomeranian expressed a desire to embrace the riverbanks in the summer, the demon-infested area in the Southern Front would be swept away, turning into a river.

When Pomeranian showed interest in jewelry crafting, the Baskerville Clan, ruthlessly took away the Rubies.

Just like that, when Pomeranian organized a protest, engaging in a lengthy hunger strike over two meals, Hugo finally granted permission for a visit.

Of course, everything was kept strictly confidential to prevent the revelation of Vikir’s relationship with the family.

To add to the spectacle, Osiris Le Baskerville himself came as Pomeranian’s escort!

“…How the world has changed”

Vikir touched his forehead at the butterfly effect he had unwittingly unleashed.

However, the heart of the storm, Pomeranian, was happily hugging Vikir’s legs, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil.

“Hahaha. Our princess is finally smiling. After you were gone, Pomeranian was quite depressed for a while, and the atmosphere at home was indescribable. I wonder how worried Father must have been…”

Osiris looked at Pomeranian with a gentle expression, a side of him that Vikir had never seen before. It seemed like the Baskerville bloodline was undergoing some subtle changes due to Pomeranian’s presence.

Meanwhile, Osiris, too, seemed to be experiencing new emotions as he explored the academy.

“…It’s been quite a while since I’ve been here. I, too, once attended the academy. I took on many responsibilities as the student council president. After graduation, it’s all just memories now.”

Muttering to himself, Osiris suddenly turned to look at Vikir.

“Oh, by the way, I saw a pretty female student inside one of the tents, staring at you intently. What’s your relationship with her?”

A pretty female student, to the point that Osiris mentioned it.

“Are you talking about President Dolores?”

Vikir asked without much thought.

At that moment…

Surprisingly, the area behind the tent suddenly swayed.

Turning his head to see, Vikir caught a glimpse of Dolores disappearing in that direction. There had been no signs of her presence until now, so she probably overheard their conversation by chance while passing by.

…But why were her ears red?

‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’

It wasn’t a rude remark, and being caught saying something nice shouldn’t lead to any further consequences.

“President Dolores is just a senior and I’m her junior. Nothing more.”

Vikir replied bluntly, and Osiris grinned.

“…Dolores? Isn’t she that lass from the Quovadis clan? I know her face. I wasn’t talking about Dolores. I was talking about the cutie dressed in a Witch costume.”

“….”

“A joke.”

Certainly, Osiris had undergone a significant personality change unbeknownst to Vikir. Wondering if this was also influenced by Pomeranian, Vikir momentarily held his tongue.

‘Recovering emotions while being in the Peak Graduator barrier is more advantageous for growth. Osiris himself may not be aware, but it seems to be a positive development for him.’

The addition of a younger sister (actually a niece) to a household dominated by male siblings had an unexpectedly tremendous ripple effect. Vikir pondered

Osiris also shared various pieces of information with Vikir about the current state of the family and its operations.

“The trade deals you arranged are currently proceeding vigorously. It’s happening after allying with the Messiandro family.”

The three-way trade between Ballak, Baskerville, and Cindiendy had finally gained momentum. However, there was a peculiar aspect.

Vikir asked Osiris, “When you mention the Messiandro family…”

“That’s right. The very family that was almost wiped out by the Baskerville’s in the past.”

Osiris seemed already familiar with Cindiendy’s past. Given that, Vikir couldn’t help but wonder why CindiWendy, who harbored resentment against the Baskervilles, had joined hands with them. Osiris clarified this point.

“Do you remember the investigative committee on past affairs that you formed before entering the academy? Since then, I took over as the committee’s chairman and thoroughly re-examined all the events from the past.”

Seven families involved in that scandal were annihilated. Amidst that, misunderstandings and mistakes between Baskerville and Messiandro were also revealed. As a result, Baskerville officially apologized to Messiandro and gave them hefty compensation.

Many old Baskerville’s involved in the conspiracy had to pay the price, providing Osiris with an opportunity to reorganize the family’s power dynamics.

Ultimately, Hugo and Osiris successfully suppressed the Elder Council, leading to the complete control of the family’s power.

It seemed that CindiWendy had also somewhat softened her stance, perhaps due to these events.

‘Well, it’s her own feelings.’

Whether she genuinely forgave the Baskervilles or not, only she knew.

“By the way.”

Osiris seemed to recall something and turned his head towards Vikir.

“I didn’t come to see you today just to share these updates.”

He pulled something out of his pocket and presented it to Vikir.

“…What’s this?”

Vikir’s eyes sparkled as he examined the object. Osiris grinned.

“It’s an artifact that was found at the spot where Seth died. I brought it to you since its purpose is unknown.”The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.

When demons die, they drop artifacts. Just like Dantalian dropped the ‘Picaresque Mask.’

Feeling a bit regretful that he couldn’t retrieve it earlier, Vikir held the artifact in his hands.

…Sparkle!

Eventually, a shimmering ring appeared in Vikir’s hand.

[Sacred Invincibility Ring] / Ring

Barrier – Off

Not even supreme-rulers can spy on you.

It was a part containing the technique that Andromalius had used as his specialty during his lifetime.

A ring for forming a barrier that created a space so secretive that even the eye of the Rune supreme-ruler couldn’t peer inside.

As soon as he obtained the ring, a familiar phrase echoed in Vikir’s mind.

‘…I’m lucky.’