Vikir rode his horse to the town of Underdog.
A city wherein he had once served as a deputy magistrate.
Vikir rode his horse via the streets and alleyways of Underdog tropolis.
The town's protection had been significantly progressed.
in the anwhile, there had been pretty fewer holess humans and drunkards wandering the town, and the streets were cleaner.
One aspect I observed turned into that there were very few youngsters round.
kids are normally strolling around and gambling inside the streets and alleyways, however surprisingly, there were no kids inside the alleyways.
There had been a few children wandering round, likely walking errands, but they were continually observed by using a mother or father.
in any other case, they'd rush again into their hos ,as though there has been sothing scary outdoor.
"...?"
Vikir tilted his head, but entreated his horse toward the city corridor.
the principle front to the tropolis hall beco now in sight, he felt bit nostalgic.
He hadn't been there considering he had quickly left the depths to find a therapy for the pink dying.
/
there has been a plaque with those words genuinely written on them by ans of Chihuahua.
It beca made inside the past whilst Vikir burned 10 billion on a wager.
As he entered the city corridor constructing, he was greeted through a bustling body of workers.
with out a legitimate, Vikir dismounted and made his manner via the gang to the inner.
This was to satisfy up with Chihuahua, Baskerville.
He noticed a woman busily working in front of the Deputy Commissioner's office.
Judging by way of the unfamiliarity of her face, she was a brand new employe.
faucet.
Vikir knocked once on her table.
but the woman changed into so busy, she didn't answer except for a brief frown.
faucet.
Vikir knocked on her table a 2nd ti without effect.
tap.
however the lady didn't reply this ti.
"Take a waitlist and wait."
She said in a totally businesslike tone.
"...."
Vikir concept for a mont and nodded.
currently, Vikir turned into indexed as useless, so he was not officially a deputy.
So, in precept, it changed into proper to attract a number and wait.
specially given that he had no purpose of making a scene.
.
Vikir took the price ticket and sat down to wait.
"...."
none of the employees on foot by way of paid him any mind, their faces have been buried of their papers.
After he had waited for hours.
ultimately, Vikir's turn ca.
The 3020th consur in the front of him had just finished his comrcial enterprise and went away.
Vikir had simply gotten up and was drawing close the woman.
...bang!
A table near him shook as if it beco going to shatter.
A male worker jumped to his ft and shouted in an excited voice.
"news from purple Salt citadel! Lord Vikir is alive and properly!"
"What! sincerely!?"
"It's authentic! It's proper! It's a ssage from the Commander of Morg own family himself! He's leaving the crimson Salt fort and is on his manner here!"
Then there has been an uproar.
The environnt in the city corridor speedy was a simring pandemonium.
"Lord Vikir is alive!"
"It's the return of a hero! touch the primary residence of Baskerville now!"
"Lord Vikir is on his way right here! Roll out the purple carpet now!"
"We most effective have a white carpet! What must we do?"
"Make it crimson together with your personal blood, and welco him with all you purchased!"
The city corridor body of workers began to scramble, abandoning all their crucial paintings.
That included the girl Siting in the front of Vikir.
"For God's sake, we need to get prepared to welco Sir. Vikir right now!"
She threw down the 3021st waitlist and stord out.
Or higher stated she might have don so if Vikir hadn't gotten in her manner.
"Wait. you need to cope with my grievance first."
"If it's urgent, just send it in, and that i'll do it first issue day after today morning!"
"It'll be too past due then."
The female shot Vikir a glance of incredulity.
"I'm sorry, but i will't help you right now! we've got a guest, a totally crucial one at that! I don't recognise what your business is, however beneath those circumstances, you'll have to wait until later...!"
"I want to peer the director."
The girl paused as the na of the Chihuahua Baskerville got here out of Vikir's mouth.
If he was going to go straight to the workplace, he beco a quite crucial figure, and she couldn't forget about him.
So she grunted and accrued up the papers.
"Oh, no, I don't need to do that now that Mr. Vikir is on his way to .... Why didn't you tell you had a assembly, so I should get it canceled faster?"
The girl glanced back at her coworkers, who have been busy making ready to welco Vikir, and gave the "authentic complainant" a glance.
Then she slid a bit of paper in the front of Vikir.
"Write down your na and the cause of your go to right here, please, as rapid as possible!"
Vikir did as he was advised.
-na: Vikir Van Baskerville
-purpose of visit: Reunion
The girl snatched the papers out of Vikir's hand.
She had handled such a lot of complaints that she was used to managing nobles.
She didn't even bother to study the papers before knocking at the door of the administrators workplace.
"Mr. Chihuahua, you have a vacationer!"
Chihuahua's voice ca from the other facet of the door.
"What? I don't have any etings these days."
"sure, however you've got a vacationer!"
"I said I don't have a eting, and that i'm canceling anybody i have. Mr. Vikir is on his manner, so simply send him ho, and they'll apprehend."
The woman grew to beco away as she still hadn't read the office work.
She sighed and waved the papers in her hand at Vikir, who stood still.
"Mr. Director said that there'll be no assembly nowadays, and he's busy with an ergency, so next ti, please make an appointnt earlier than you co in. What turned into your na, the paperwork says... sure Mr. Vikir. in the destiny, please make sure to touch earlier and ship a ssage at ...."
And a mont. The lady's body went inflexible.
She appeared dazed for a mont, then she adjusted her glasses and looked lower back on the paperwork.
quickly, the letters in the na area of complainant 3021 are in reality seen on her glasses.
-na: Vikir Van Baskerville
-purpose of visit: Reunion
as the woman stood there together with her papers, one at a ti, busy employees stroll by ans of and take a look at the contents of her papers.
"good day, I'm busy, what are you doing here now not rolling out the red carpet... eh!?"
"hello, don't get in my manner, can you get out of my way, please... huck!?"
"What's with all of the prying...?"
The humans amassed across the lady worker one at a ti and froze in location.
The range of human beings beca getting larger and larger.
quickly, the complete city hall staff had accrued round Vikir, and they had been all frozen in area.
The workplace beca silent as if it had in no way been so busy.
After a long mont of silence.
"patron variety 3021 will input... ."
The female worker's voice echoed softly as she crawled away.
* * *
Chihuahua Baskerville checked out Vikir as he burst into his workplace.
"Oh. as a minimum you got here thru the door this ti, remaining ti you got here through the window."
He had gotten quite used to Vikir's unusual behaviour.
Vikir flopped down on the couch as quickly as he entered.
a infant got here jogging At to him.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
It was Poranian. It beca Poranian la Baskerville.
Vikir grabbed Her via the waist and lifted her up.
"now not daddy, uncle."
"Uncle! Uncle-!"
Poranian laughed as if she was amused by way of Vikir's behaviour.
She clung to Vikir's side, her arms digging into his waist.
"Uncle! Hehe. I'm a rat! trap the rat-"
Poranian had found out to speak a bit.
The Chihuahua's education ought to have worked, Vikir thought.
Poranian held out a rat to Vikir, but it didn't look like the type of rat you'd keep as a puppy.
It changed into so thin and scrawny that it changed into not anything however bone and skin.
Vikir nodded approvingly.
"It's a adorable little rat, however be careful no longer to trap the plague."
"Hehe. Awww, Uncle!"
Vikir patted the Poranian on the head, then turned his attention to the Chihuahua.
Chihuahua cramd Vikir in at the information of what had transpired while he beco gone.
In go back, Vikir acknowledged the activities that had ca about to him within the depths.
As Chihuahua listened in awe and amazent.
"So, did you in the end defeat the mysterious creature that beca located in the depths?"
"now not absolutely. but, it fled to a chilly and barren vicinity with fatal injuries, so it has likely frozen to demise or starved to demise."
"Kya, our Deputy magistrate, after you owe so one a debt, you pay it again to the quit!"
This ti it turned into Vikir's flip to invite a query.
"have you solved any of the underdog's issues?"
"Oh, it's all been resolved thanks to your inspiration from final ti, Sindhiwendi's superb at her process."
all of sudden, the Chihuahua's typically joyful expression darkened for a mont.
Vikir didn't miss the trade and requested.
"Is sothing wrong?"
"...In truth. There's a case that even Sindiwendi can't appear to determine out."
Then Chihuahua stood up and pulled out a sheet of paper from the bookshelf.
.
It turned into a cold case inside the city of Underdog.
"these days, youngsters from the slums had been disappearing one after any other. It's a serial phenonon... I don't think it's a kidnapping for money. The trail isn't always pretty clean."
"Is it the work of the identical person?"
"If my bet is correct it is a solo operation, though I don't have any evidence."
"'Don't Sindiwendy's a succesful man or won, I'm positive we'll get a lead soon."
"i am hoping so."
The Chihuahua shook its head as if it he in problem.
Then.
"Dad! Uncle, this is Baba-"
The Poranian grabbed Vikir's arm again and sagged.
Vikir couldn't assist but flip his head because the Poranian clung to his arm together with his whole fra.
The non permanent separation seed to have made her even greater sullen.
"So, Poranian, what do you need?"
"Rats! Rats!"
Porian held out so other rat to Vikir.
Vikir nodded correctly and attempted to stay up to Porian's expectations.
At that mont.
"...?"
Vikir took another take a look at the rat in Porian's hand.
sothing changed into off about it.
Vikir squinted his eyes and examined the rat.
The rat reeked of demise.
Upon closer inspection, the rat beco lengthy lifeless, not anything left but bones and pores and skin.
And Poranian changed into playing with it.
"...!"
Vikir's mouth opened midway.
The rat changed into now dancing on Porian's palm.
This beca actually a corpse resuscitation approach, a demise magic spell that would be perford using bad mana.
"Poranian."
"Ung Uncle!"
"This rat, did you revive it?"
Poranian nodded with a cheerful expression.
"Ung!"
"for the reason that whilst did you know you may do that?"
"Ung... one night, nights, 3 baam...."
The Poranian wiggled her arms eagerly, after which stretched out five hands.
Vikir nodded.
"5 nights ago?"
"Mmm."
"Who taught you a way to play with rats like this?"
"The tribe!"
Vikir turned into silent for a second at Poranian's words.
Poranian have been observed within the village of the Rococo tribe.
Vikir had assud that she had learned the secrets of the Rococo tribe, who, are known for his or her black magic and command capabilities, over their shoulder, but he changed into now not certain.
"At this age, you've already sensed mana, even the maximum elusive bad mana?
Even the youngsters of the Baskervilles and Morg, who are said to be geniuses, don't sense mana until they have been eight years antique.
however Poranian felt mana at the age of five and was playing with it freely.
"...Hmm."
Vikir idea for a mont.
a mystical prodigy had appeared within the Iron-Blooded Sword own family, and she or he beca the illegitimate granddaughter of the patriarch.
"i ponder how Hugo might react if he determined out?
Vikir attempted to imagine Hugo's response to seeing the Poranian.
'If it beca the Hugo he knew, in all likelihood.
'... granddaughter. and also you don't even recognise what type of bastard's blood she's blended with? You nugatory aspect!'
It beco probable to be so thing like that.
Hugo judges all his kids by ans of efficiency.
A lady can't wield a sword in addition to a man, so she's already going to be judged negatively.
And magic, black magic!
That's now not exactly Hugo's favorite sort of witchcraft.
'... Plus, I don't understand what he'll consider her being his granddaughter.'
Vikir closed his eyes and taken into consideration.
There were few daughters in the Baskervilles. No, almost none.
you need to look a ways and huge to discover one, and even then, Hugo doesn't even understand their nas.
In reality, there had been no daughters in Hugo's direct lineage in any respect.
"...Poranian must be the simplest one."
Vikir muttered, looking down at the Poranian clinging to his leg.
Poranian los angeles Baskerville.
She beco the best baby of the eldest daughter of the modern-day head of residence Baskerville, Hugo Les Baskerville.
In other words, the most direct of the direct line.
the first daughter of his first spouse's first daughter. How would Hugo react? Is it a great concept to introduce Hugo to the Poranians in the first vicinity?
Vikir shook his head, rembering Hugo's cold look.
"i can't consider what that cold-blooded guy could say to Poranian.
I'm sure he'll say so thing nasty, like they're useless, a waste, a mongrel, or sothing else.
Or maybe he'll simply provide her a cold, unfeeling stare, like he's looking at an invisible object.
'If that is the case, then it is probably quality not to confront them....'
just as Vikir turned into deliberating what to do with the nevertheless very younger Poranian.
... a bang!
sothing crashed through the window.
Chihuahua opened the window in surprise and sees an owl with a letter tied to its leg.
The Chihuahua fast took the letter and study it.
Then he seed returned at Vikir in horror and exclaid.
"Mr. Vikir, we're in problem!"
"What?"
"It's from the primary residence! God, my lord! Gee, directly! As quickly as he heard the news of Vikir's survival, he, he is on his manner... !"
on the sa ti. there was a noise that cut off the Chihuahua's phrases.
A bang-bang-bang!
A knock at the front door of the city hall. And the panting of horses that had traveled an extended manner at a fast tempo.
sooner or later, the Chihuahua completed speak.
"He's right here!"
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