Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 118 - : Lost Daughter’s Legacy

Vikir felt goosebumps creep over his entire frame.

Goosebumps rose on his forearms.

'...What did I just listen?

LOVE. LOVE.

It turned into a phrase so surprising that even a seasoned warrior, a man who had visible it all and had survived the Age of Destruction, would doubt the ears that had covered his lifestyles for see you later.

Hugo is the remaining individual inside the international you would count on to listen the phrase love.

I in no way thought I'd listen it from his lips.

Vikir felt his whole approach fall apart in the first bankruptcy.

after which, as though on cue, Hugo said, with distaste and disgust.

"yes. She became the love of my life, and that i hate to say it, however we fell in love at the beginning sight."

Hugo's solution became almost a monologue. hearing it, Vikir concept to himself.

'I in no way requested.'

He doesn't want to listen the overall answer. Vikir is just about to mention the subsequent aspect.

"i was a retarded high marquis, and Roxana turned into a commoner with not anything, but the second we appeared into every other's eyes, we knew that neither our backgrounds nor our origins ought to separate us."

Vikir concept for a moment after listening to that.

'I didn't ask.'

however Hugo kept muttering.

"sure, indeed. honestly, our love turned into turbulent. From the primary second I laid eyes on her, I felt a passion that shook me to my very soul, however she didn't. She tried to get away from me due to the fact her lowly origins were a nuisance to me, and that i accompanied her, leaving behind the entirety I had. yes, for her sake, i'd have given up the whole thing-not just my body, however my soul."

"Mmm. sure. Father. thanks to your solution. Now, I have to ask you to...."

"however! Our love has been put to the test another time. The Baskervilles installation a chaser."

"...."

Vikir wasn't specially curious, however he decided to pay attention besides.

Hugo endured to talk via gritted enamel.

the love affair that ensued among Hugo and Roxana turned into a rough one.

an average romance-myth cliché. but the sentiment is timeless.

Hugo Les Baskervilles is a cold-hearted flower infant and a genius at the whole thing.

And Roxana, a bad, lively, and pleased lady.

Their love defied all odds and in the end discovered a glad finishing.

Quarreling over minor misunderstandings, crying and guffawing at the supporting characters who tried to thieve their love, and on occasion crying out at the harshness of destiny, they ultimately overcame the competition of their mother and father and taken their love to fruition.

Vikir nodded thoughtfully.

"...become that Penelope?"

Penelope la Baskerville.

on the mention of the name, Hugo's scholars fluttered another time.

His reaction changed into even extra excessive than after I mentioned Roxana.

"What the hell form of answer do you want to pay attention!"

"...."

Hugo sighed in disbelief as Vikir remained absolutely nonchalant.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. My first toddler, Penelope She became."

Hugo shuddered for a second as he stated the name, Penelope.

Vikir stared at him blankly.

He'd by no means seen an absolute powerhouse with a foot inside the realm of the best so shaken.

perhaps not even Butler Barrymore, who had served him his whole existence, had ever seen him so shaken.

Hugo opened his mouth.

"Roxana turned into a susceptible girl. She died of illness not lengthy after giving start to Penelope, and i raised her by myself."

Penelope become a shiny and joyful toddler.

She inherited a strong spirit from Hugo and a type heart from Roxana, and he or she grew to be the favorite of all the Baskervilles.

after which at some point. "The twist of fate" took place.

Out for a walk, Penelope was captured by using the Rococo tribe, who have been out hunting people.

nobody knows how the invaders found out of Penelope's course.

referred to as a cannibalistic tribe, the Rococo abducted Penelope and disappeared into the depths of the Black Mountain with their enemies from that day forward.

And from that day forward, Hugo went mad.

The swordmaster with the coronary heart of a furnace and the blood of iron deserted all his belongings and strength inside the ecliptic and moved his whole circle of relatives to the margins.

His reasoning turned into to extend the empire's territory by means of exterminating the demons and barbarians of the intensity.

Hugo then abandoned all of his wealth and threw himself into his paintings like a madman.

His bloodless-blooded grasp of the weapon has left infinite enemy generals lying at the floor.

but he ought to only do so much by myself.

In his quest to slay every final one of the barbarians at the continent, Hugo accelerated his other halves thru a series of organized marriages and produced youngsters who shared his martial prowess.

The emperor gave the marquis, who had withdrawn from the middle of strength and asked to be despatched to the far flung areas, every guide.

There have been no restrictions at the number of soldiers and no surveillance.

Taxes were waived, and endless presents have been passed out in numerous guises.

Hugo threw the whole thing he had on the venture and persevered to rebuild the empire.

for decades.

A great own family on the margins, but untouchable with the aid of everybody in the Imperial ecliptic.

Baskerville, residence of Ironblood, become born.

Vikir nodded at the words.

'...I see. come what may, even if I joined hands with that hated Morg, I knew some thing turned into incorrect.'

Vikir remembered what Butler Barrymore had hinted at at the time.

Hugo had agreed to enroll in the Morg at purple Salt fort due to the fact he had heard that a lady of Morg descent have been taken by using the Rococo tribe.

Did he recognize his first daughter, Penelope?

Vikir remembered that Camus had cried whilst he heard that his flesh-and-blood sister had been taken and eaten via the cannibalistic Rococo tribe.

Butler Barrymore reflected at the incident.

'It changed into after that incident that my Lord have become the bloodless man or woman he is today. If handiest his eldest daughter Penelope were alive, he might no longer have been so....'

From Vikir's attitude, there's no manner to recognize what Hugo was like before. It became before he became born.

but, Vikir turned into acquainted with Hugo's personality from his two lives.

An iron-blooded warrior with out blood or tears. a cold-blooded man who cared simplest for the honor of the empire and the revival of his family.

but to peer him in front of me now, suffering from the tale of an vintage love, was an overwhelming experience of strangeness.

"...yes. I did."

Hugo's voice changed into shaking as he spoke. His eyes are crimson and wet on the corners.

Vikir changed into so amazed by way of his look that he nearly had hiccups.

however don't permit the look idiot you.

His opponent is a heartless guy who, inside the aftermath of the loss of his first daughter, has sent every of his sons into conflict with the barbarians.

He might even go on a rampage if he knew his granddaughter had barbarian blood in her veins.

Vikir awakened Beelzebub the Magic Sword, equipped to attract his blade if vital.

He spoke in a voice of severe warning.

"First, thanks for answering."

"...."

Hugo dried the moisture from his eyes in an instantaneous and raised his bloodshot eyes to glare at Vikir.

"Why did you question me this, if no longer to fulfill your insatiable interest...."

but Vikir held up a palm, reducing Hugo off.

He requested his question.

"What would you do if you had the blood of your first spouse's daughter, Penelope la Baskerville?"

"...what?"

Hugo's forehead furrowed at Vikir's words.

He gave the impression of he'd heard each silly issue in the global.

however Vikir had by no means said a unmarried component that wasn't true.

just as Hugo changed into slowly figuring out that fact.

...Thud!

Vikir stretched out his left hand and slammed an item from his pocket onto Hugo's table.

Hugo's eyes widen at the sight of it.

"...This, this!"

It's a pendant, an artifact salvaged from a Rococo village that changed into almost worn out through the purple demise.

inside are images of the past of Hugo and Roxana as younger guys, and Penelope as a child.

"My, I made it! The pendant I gave to Roxana, the only I made in my workshop, and the only I gave to her, and the one I wore around Penelope's neck at the stop, for certain...!"

Hugo pointed to the pendant on the table with a hand that trembled so much that it almost regarded to shake.

A moment.

A ding!

Hugo's hand shook so violently that he dropped the pendant on the desk.

As Vikir snatched it up, Hugo screamed like he became having a seizure.

"Do it, supply it back, give it returned to me!"

"relax. Father."

Hugo flailed inside the air, disoriented.

Vikir obediently handed the pendant returned to Hugo, who appeared to be 1/2 out of his mind.

"...."

The faded portrait inside the pendant handprints wherein the lid's difficult metal plate have been worn away.

Penelope, their lost first toddler.

wherein is she? Is she alive? If she is lifeless, wherein are her stays? What have been her situations and mind earlier than she died? How lonely, stressed, and scared should she have been? Did he resent his father for now not coming to his rescue? Did he melancholy, wondering that his father had forgotten him?

Hugo was always scared.

He wondered if she might blame herself to the cease if she would blame her father, who had in no way stated a type word, who had constantly been so strict, who had never come to visit or heard from her.

an increasing number of, Hugo flogged himself. He hadn't given any of his children any love. He didn't care if they didn't feel the same way about him. It was simpler that manner.

whilst he notion of Penelope, he couldn't believe her struggling somewhere.

And when he looked at his sons, who had the equal faces and personalities as he did, he should handiest experience a terrible feeling of self-hatred.

... however.

searching on the pendant, which were so stroked that the lid had worn off, Hugo felt as if an ice cap had melted in his coronary heart.

taking into account his daughter clutching this pendant till her final breath, Hugo couldn't assist but shake his head.

A single, thick tear sooner or later hit the bloodless stone floor.

after which.

there was one phrase from Vikir that delivered Hugo's eyes lower back to life.

"there's a daughter of my sister, Penelope."

"?"

turned into it Vikir's voice, so dry and emotionless?

"??"

Hugo's face changed into blank, as though he hadn't understood what Vikir had stated.

"????"

So, as if on cue, Vikir spoke to Hugo again.

"I'm pronouncing that you have a granddaughter."

after which.

"!"

Hugo's eyes widened till they couldn't get any larger.

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