Chapter 19: Bared Teeth (2)
A rare prodigy in Baskerville.
A young warrior who beca a perfect Sword Expert beginner at the age of only eight.
"Is there anything bigger than an orc?"
Vikir's words caused the training center to heat up.
The mbers of House Baskerville are basically a cold people who don't care about other people, except for one thing: when it cos to battle, they're always interested.
That was true even for the cold-blooded Hugo.
"...hmm."
Hugo began to think.
Watching him, Vikir thought to himself.
"It's better to show power in moderation.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it.
If anything, it would be less alarming for Hugo to see his achievents at a very young age.
Showing promise at a young age would also give him an excuse to stay off Hugo's radar.
Such as being sent to the backcountry or studying in the Imperial capital.
'... Or, perhaps, admission to the Academy.
The third hand was an unwelco one, so he put it on hold, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
It was ti to focus on the here and now.
Hugo, anwhile, was done thinking.
"Bikir has a point. You're at the age where you need to get your hands dirty."
It wasn't the right thing to say to an eight-year-old, but it made sense, at least within Baskerville.
Hugo continued.
"It seems that the orcs from far away are not good enough for my son's castle. Are there higher beasts in your family's foraging grounds?"
You'd think they'd find a better bug in the bug bowl.
But in the Baskervilles' collection, every single one of them is an abomination.
They're no match for an eight-year-old.
Knowing this, no one, including Deacon Barrymore, speaks easily.
Hugo, unable to bear the silence, spoke first.
"Co to think of it, isn't there an object that you captured as an experint when you were exterminating the barbarians?"
"Yes, .... There is only one left."
Deacon Barrymore answered matter-of-factly.
Hugo smirked.
"It must be weak from not being fed for so long."
"Ha, but they'll be just as fierce, I'm afraid, and not much of an opponent for one who's just turned eight years old...."
"Well, if he does, the Guardian Knights will stop him, and that's the least of the butler's worries."
Hugo waved his hand dismissively at Deacon Barrymore's concern.
His deliberation was brief, his decision even shorter.
Soon, the Guardian Knights were pulling Vikir's opponent from the depths of the cellar.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
The earth shook faintly.
Then, a gigantic creature began to erge, wearing a variety of heavy cuffs and restraints.
It had a short neck, two arms and legs, grotesquely twisted teeth, weighed over 400 kilograms, and stood four ters tall.
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