Chapter 119: The Hunt for the Second Son (1)
In a darkened cave.
A man sits alone in a training hall on the outskirts of the Baskerville estate.
Set les Baskervilles. Hugo's second son.
He is reading a letter delivered by a three-eyed raven.
"...hmm. So, Vikir, he left for the Academy, huh?"
Set closed the letter.
Tsutsutsutsutsuts...
Then the parchnt on which the words were written burned away.
The flas were black and vivid.
Set opened his closed eyes.
For a mont, each eyeball seed to turn in a different direction, and then only a stark blackness filled her orbit.
"but. I'd rather not have it. There was a lot of room to get in the way when the family was swallowed up."
Set smirked and leaned his head against the wall.
As he did, a dark, giant shadow fell across the rock face.
"It was bad enough having to deal with Hugo, Osiris, and the Seventh Count, but now you've got that little bastard. I should have killed him in the depth. Alas, I should have done it when I let the viper loose in the cradle in the first place, because of that stupid mother and nanny bitch."
Set mulled this over, and then, in a fit of nervousness, reached out to the side.
There was a frightened-looking child.
"Huh, Patroness, where am I?"
"Umm. Don't worry. This is the house you're going to live in."
"Eh? Ha, but the nursery director said I would be adopted by a good ho... but this is a scary cave!"
The cave was dark as far as the eye could see, and filled with a foul stench that made it hard to stand for more than a mont.
Set tugged on the child's arm and chuckled.
"A cave? Alas, you an here. There must be so misunderstanding, but of course this is not your ho."
At Set's words, the child's expression relaxed, if only briefly.
But.
"This is where you will go."
At the sa ti, Set's mouth dropped open as he looked into the child's face.
A row of razor-sharp teeth sprouted from its gaping mouth.
A single large eyeball in its hood flashed across the child's face with a horrifying crackle.
Before the child had ti to scream, Set swallowed its head in one gulp.
...Woodchuck! Woodchuck!
The child's shadow twists miserably against the cave's rocky walls.
The blood splattered on the walls quickly lost its color, and the last warm breath sank into the depths of the abyss.
Set wiped his mouth a few tis before stripping the bones off and tossing them to the floor.
"Human fluids are the most delicious, I can't get enough of them. Maybe we should start a collective and breed them."
Set looked at the bones on the floor and smirked.
In the darkness, a mountain of bones had already piled up on the pitch-black floor, emitting a foul stench.
The sll of decaying flesh, Set wrinkled his nose and made a happy face.
"Mmm. The scent of ho. Ho sweet ho."
Set flopped down on a pile of bones.
Just then.
A three-eyed raven opened its mouth.
[Hey, Ten, how's things going?]
"Ugh, what a surprise."
Set spat out the bones he had been gurgling in anger.
The raven shines its three eyeballs and says.
[We must open the 'gate' to open a new era. The dawn of a new era is just around the corner. You haven't forgotten, have you?]
"I see. Keep an eye on the others, I'm not the only one, what are you doing?"
[I can't be bothered with you for the ti being, I have one more human to pay attention to].
"Another human to pay attention to, Eight, yourself?"
[More like you].
Set frowned at the raven's words.
"By human I'm paying attention to, do you an Vikir? It's in Morg where the Eight are infiltrating. ...If so?
When asked who the newest up-and-cors in Morg were, Set quickly found the answer.
"You an the newest mber of the Dark Faction? What's his na, Camus? Why?"
[....]
The crow didn't answer. Instead, he gave Set a pincushion.
[I won't answer unnecessary questions. Also, have you guys been eating too many human fluids lately? There have been too many kidnappings and missing infants around town. The dogs of Baskerville have good noses, so be careful not to give them away].
"Don't worry, I'm doing a good job of staying undetected. I've never been disturbed."
[I'm a little concerned about all the bones in the cave. What if soone breaks in?]
"Don't worry. The cave is wired so that only demons and human fluids under the age of eight can enter. No one will find it."
The raven nodded, finally relieved. And he ended the conversation at will.
[For the destruction of humans. For the Ten Commandnts.]
With that, the magic emanating from the raven's eyeballs faded. The raven fell to the ground and died.
"Still talking out of your ass, you asshole."
Set crushed the crow's corpse with his foot as if it was a nuisance.
"Damn it. I'm still a long way from building up enough magicpower to open the gate. I wonder how much human blood I'll have to suck before I can. At this rate, I'll be waiting at least another decade."
Set grumbled, flashing his demonic glare.
His cunning brain calculated the amount of mana needed for the plan and the ti it would take to gather it.
Twelve and a half years, to be exact.
That's at least as long as he needs to hide in the human realm.
Only then could he create a giant gate between the demonic and human realms, setting the stage for the Great War.
"We must open the Age of Destruction as soon as possible. ... Alas, it's a thrill to think about."
Set squeals with delight at the thought of the inferno and the devastation of the human world to co.
The thrill seed to last for quite so ti.
"Open what?"
...if it weren't for the unwelco intruder who suddenly burst into the cave.
In an instant, Set jumped to his feet.
"!"
He didn't even feel the intruder.
No flow of mana, no concentration of magic, not even a sound.
Set was horrified to see the face of the man who had entered the cave.
Vikir. Vikir Van Baskerville. It was his brother, the one Set had been watching so closely.
"Uh, what happened to you? Weren't you going to the Academy?"
"I'm going, but not before I see your face."
Vikir replied in a nonchalant tone and stood in front of Set.
Set squinted and stared at the man before him.
He could sll the extrely faint but unmistakable scent of magic on Vikir, especially around the wrist of his right hand.
"So you were able to break through the crystal?"
Set stretched out his mind to see the crystals.
There were marks on the grid where a drumstick had been torn with sothing like an awl.
There was a distinct crack, small enough for only a Vikir to fit through.
anwhile, Vikir looked into Set's eyes.
The irises were eyeless, filled with blackness, and the demon's signature magic radiated from their sockets.
"You don't even bother to hide your identity anymore."
"Not since you've discovered the scene."
Set shrugged at Vikir's question.
Then, seeing the remains of the children on the ground, Vikir swallowed hard.
In a previous life, he had been frad and executed for this horrific cri. It was a futile end, even after the Age of Destruction had ended.
And now, the man who had frad him was laughing in his face.
Because of him, Vikir had been deceived countless tis, had co close to death many tis, and had actually died.
Poranian also lost his family and had a difficult childhood.
Hugo and Baskerville's misfortunes were also caused by this creature.
Set Les Baskervilles. No, sothing under his skin.
Vikir gave a short warning to the enemy in front of him.
"Don't laugh."
But Set let out an even louder mockery.
"Pufu-fufufuhehehe... ... little brother I don't know how you ca to know about this place, but I can't believe that you have the confidence of an interdiate graduator. You are too arrogant."
Set snatched his flamberg from his waistband.
Suddenly, the aura of an advanced Graduator began to envelope the sword.
With a dark smile, Set swung the sword at Vikir.
At that mont.
...Puff!
A short blood-curdling sound resounded.
Set could only stare in horror as he realized what had just happened.
Then.
Thud!
There was the sound of sothing falling to the ground.
It was the left arm that wasn't holding the sword.
Blood was gushing out of the neatly cut off left arm.
"...?"
Set looked up, dazed, and saw Vikir's sword coming at him.
The magic sword Beelzebub. And the seven teeth it depicts.
The Seven Deadly Sins of Baskerville.
But it was sothing else that stunned the set before them.
An aura as sticky as nectar and as red as blood.
A step up from a Graduator to peer into the realm of a Master.
The aura of a peak Graduator was exploding!
"Don't laugh."
That was the last thing Vikir said before he tore the skin from both sides of Set's mouth.
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