John Barrymore.


Throughout four generations, he has served the Baskerville family as a butler.


I am here to give today's report.”


A middle-aged man with a cold expression stood in front of John Barrymore. 


The man had a sharp nose, a thick beard, and cold eyes.


Hugo Les Baskerville, master of the Baskerville family, was an iron-blooded swordsman and one of the Seven Pillars of the Empire. 


He looked at John Barrymore with an expressionless face. 


“The first report.
It is about the bloodshed within the 'Morg' family of the ruby ​​mine in Red Awl Mountain…”


The Morg family, known for their magic, is one of the seven noble families along with the Baskerville family.


The Baskerville family was having a territorial dispute with the Morg family recently, and the area for the dispute was the ruby ​​mine in the west, which is subtly located at the edge of each other's estates.


Eventually, at the end of the report, Hugo's mouth opened.


“We will soon have a chance to discuss this problem.
Someone from the Morg's side will come to visit us.”


John Barrymore continued to speak as Hugo waved his hand.


After a quick glance, John continued his report.


The report was not much of an interest to Hugo as he listened uninterestedly.


Occasionally, he frowned as an expression of frustration. 


His face only displayed that expression.


For the first time, Hugo's expression changed for a report.


“…So, the 1st place for the mid-term infantile evaluation is secured by Vikir.” 


After hearing Butler John's words, Hugo gently stroked his chin.


John knew it was Hugo's habit to stroke his chin when he was pleased. 


It's rare for Hugo to remember the names of the children in the family, so John's expression also brightened.


Soon, Hugo asked.


“Butler, when is the practical test for the children who entered the infant castle?”


“It will be soon.
It starts five days from now.
Most of the guardian knights of the young masters have already gone out on business trips to prepare.”


“Then the infant castle will become empty.”


John's expression changed to one of excitement at the words.


“Anyway, the next news I will report is from the infant castle, my Lord.”


“What is it?”


“That… there is good news and bad news.”


“Let’s listen to the good news first.”


As Hugo showed interest, John's voice grew a little stronger.


“There was a phenomenon of two suns rising in the sky above the infant castle.”


“Two suns?”


Hearing that, Hugo's eyes widened slightly.


The Baskervilles have always believed in superstitions


“Is this an auspicious sign?”


“There is also a rumor among the Gasols that a little sun has been born to assist the deficit.”


Someone was playing with mana, right?”


“At this moment, all those who are talented enough to pull off such pranks are away on business trips to prepare for the practical tests for the young masters.”


“Well, that’s not a bad sign then.
Another sun, huh?”


Hugo quietly nodded his head.


Originally, the rise of two suns had been regarded as a good sign.


“When the sun appears above the clouds, something good always happens to the family.
I don't know what's going to happen in the Infant castle.”


Then John's expression darkened.


“It was not going to happen… it has already happened.”


“Is this the bad news you mentioned earlier? Tell me.”


At Hugo's words, John continued the report with a gloomy complexion.


“There had been a big fight between the young masters.”


At those words, Hugo's expression changed completely.


“A big fight? How many died?”


“…No one has died, but all of the young master's teeth were damaged, the jawbone of young master Viro has been dented, and the index finger of young master Loro’s right hand was amputated.
Of course, Now, everyone has been treated and returned to their original health.”


“Then it’s just a small fight.
Siblings usually grow up by arguing and fighting.”


Hugo reassured himself and leaned back on the chair.


Then he murmured something as he turned over the reports on the triplets.


“They’re so close to each other, there’s no way they would have fought each other, right?”


“You're right, sir.
They were in conflict with another young master.”


“These foolish things.
Did they pick a fight with someone older than them? Of course, they will naturally be stronger.
Even a blind man can judge which ones are stronger and weaker before they fight.”


Hugo clicked his tongue, while John corrected him.


The young master who made Master Hiro, Viro, and Loro like this was way younger than them.”


“What? Did the whole 8-year-old class kids gang upon them?”


Only one.”


At those words, Hugo's eyes lit up again.


“He is the one I mentioned earlier, the one who got first place in the test, Young Master Vikir.”


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Vikir van Baskerville. 


8 years old this year.


He was summoned by the governor and headed to the chamber of secret, which was located in the depths of the palace.


He opened the door and walked in. 


There he saw the gigantic figure of Hugo Les Baskerville.


“Sit down.”


Although he did not show any particular aura, the mana emanating from him was heavy.


Vikir moved carefully so that the mana hidden in his body would not be discovered.


He was confident in hiding his mana


The warriors who have gone through a long period of confrontation with the demons and experienced the era of destruction are well-versed in concealing their mana.


This way to completely hide mana can not be performed by those who had not experienced the era of destruction.


It wasn't a matter of strength, it was a matter of skill.


However, there is a limit to that, too.


If he concealed too much of his mana, then that will inevitably stand out in Hugo's eyes.


'I'll have to find a way out of this soon.'


Vikir thought to himself and sat down on the small chair in front of him.


Hugo opened his mouth.


“You’ve grown a lot while I haven’t seen you.”


Hearing this, Vikir was a little surprised.


His voice, which had always been forged like a knife that can cut others just by hearing, was quite dull today.


And the lines he uttered were also quite surprising.


'The piglets are big, so why are they always so weak and dirty every time I see them?'


Before returning, Hugo, who found the childish nature of the kids, used to say it all the time.


He watched the growth of his children as livestock and always looked at them like a butcher who was impatient to sell the livestock quickly, but today his eyes were strangely warm.


It was as if he was expecting something.


“Greetings, my Lord.”


Vikir gave a bright greeting.


However, Hugo, who has been called 'Lord', doesn't seem to like it.


“Lord? yes.
I am the Lord.”


He thought about something for a while and then changed the topic as if it had never happened.


“I was told that you had crippled the triplets.” 


Vikir replied.


“As far as I know, the older brothers have received appropriate treatment immediately afterward.
Hence there seem to be no physical disabilities.”


Hugo frowned.


“The thing you crippled was their hearts?”


“Since that day, I’ve been told that they ate separately, slept separately, and did not mix well with each other.
The three of them were excellent at combination skills, but now they have lost their advantage completely due to their bad relationship.”


Was that the end? 




These days, all three of them end up peeing just by making eye contact with each other.


A dog that has lost its fighting spirit is useless for eternity.


However, Vikir did not dare to speak these words out of his mouth.


However, he still boldly made a statement.


“It’s heavy and useless to carry three sloppy knives at once, right? It would be better to carry a famous sword that was forged carefully by the craftsman.”


At those words, Hugo's eyes widened.


“…That’s right.”


He sweeps his chin and looks down at the 8-year-old kid in front of him.


“But don’t you think it was wrong to beat up your own brothers?”


At Hugo's words, Vikir questioned, while seemingly puzzled.


“My fault? What did I do wrong?”


“What? I am talking about you beating your brothers to pieces.”


At Hugo's question, Vickir tilted his head as if he couldn’t comprehend his words.


“Why is that wrong? I am stronger.”




Vikir thrust a wedge towards Hugo, who had a blank expression on his face.


“How can the strong do something wrong?”


The strong should be respected, while the weak are sinful.


That is the motto of Baskerville. 


Soon, the corners of Hugo Les Baskerville's lips began to twitch.


It was as if the small, bold guy in front of him looked so cute.

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