Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 359

Episode 359 Voluntary Tax Payment (1)

Finally, the day of transfer has dawned.

‘Night Hound’, a felon heading to the world’s worst prison, Noubel Vague, was crowded with crowds of people wondering about his identity.

“Oh my God, I never thought that the hound of the night would be caught.”

“Looking at the newspaper article, I heard you surrendered?”

“……Why did you surrender yourself?”

“I don’t know. I wonder what it would look like rather than that.”

“He’s a serial killer who has killed countless people. Of course he must look creepy.”

“I heard rumors that he is over 3 meters tall. He has ugly tattoos all over his body.”

From the morning, crowds of people gathered to watch the night hounds being transported.

And before long, a carriage started to come from far away.

A moving wagon surrounded by dozens of guards.

Above it was a cage made of black bars.

Also, the handcuffs on both wrists of the sinner, the shackles on both ankles, and even the chains around the body.

All of these were special restraining tools made of ‘BDISSEM’, a mysterious substance that neutralizes mana and forcibly restrains all physical forces.

A mark that is filled only for felons destined for death or imprisonment in the New Wave.

Whenever a prisoner wearing this is escorted out, a crowd like a cloud gathers to watch it.

But this time it was different.

What caught the attention of the crowd was neither the BDSM restraints nor the unprecedented number of convoys.

“…Is that a night hound?”

“Are you a kid?”

“Isn’t it a photo shoot?”

Seeing Bikir’s face sitting quietly behind bars, the crowd had to quietly put down the rotten food and stones in their hands.

“…”

No one dares to shout or throw trash in Vikir’s face.

An inexhaustible spirit. The sharpened momentum was making the surroundings tingle even without mana.

Bikir is moving forward quietly, without much fuss.

at that time.

“You bastard! Your father’s enemy!”

A boy broke through the crowd and ran out.

The guy suddenly threw the dagger he was holding in his hand, and the throwing skill was so great that he exquisitely flew through the gap between the numerous guards.

But of course.

Whoops!

The boy’s dagger was blocked by a long sword.

Black hair sticking out like pointy ears. Ruby red eyes. A black and brown uniform.

She was Countess Isabella La Baskerville, the leader of the Knights of the Dobermans of Baskerville, an iron-blooded swordsman.

She was one of the Seven Counts of the Baskervilles, and she was in charge of Vikir’s escort today.

“…To have to send my nephew to New Wave. It’s bittersweet.”

A rather distant blood relative to Bikir, equivalent to his second-eldest aunt.

Although they had only met in person twice, at Seth’s execution ceremony and during the Naraksu Incident, she sincerely felt sorry for Vikir.

“I should have attended the great banquet of the day. If you had joined the Doberman Knights, the situation like now wouldn’t have happened…”

But Bikir didn’t think much of it.

“It’s been a lot of trouble since Professor Saadi, the successor, is gone.”

Originally, Isabella belonged to the Imperial Arrest Unit, but returned to her family after handing over her position to her successor, Sadie.

However, due to the Naraksu incident, Professor Saadi was revealed to be a traitor, and even he failed to be arrested, leaving no one to work as a convoy officer.

So, inevitably, despite their blood relationship, Isabella became Bikir’s escort.

Since the relationship between the prisoner and the escort was already meaningless, Isabella nodded her head obediently.

“Sadira. She was a bitch who didn’t know what she was. Her skills were excellent, but she always suggested that we be vigilant because we couldn’t understand her insides…”

Isabella clicked her tongue as if she knew this would happen.

“…”

After that, there was an awkward silence between the two.

No matter what conversation the prisoner and escort would have, Isabella left a word of advice for Vikir, as they were related and the feelings between them were not bad.

“It’s my nephew.”

“?”

As Bikir turned her head, Isabella spoke with the utmost sincerity.

“It would be better to kill yourself now.”

If you die now, you can be buried in the ground. maybe that would be better

Isabella, who has gone through all of the prenatal battles, is so cruel that these words come out of her mouth, Nouvelle Vague.

That is where Bikir is heading right now. It is a place where you will have to spend 3021 life sentences without the possibility of parole in the future.

* * *

After that, some time passed and the convoy began to sail on the sea.

Naturally, Bikir did not commit suicide.

However, they boarded a boat at the tip of the North Continent and went to the ‘harsh sea’ where countless drift ice overflowed.

Bikir’s iron bars on the deck of a huge ship. Wrapped in handcuffs and shackles, Bikir sat upright in the pouring rain and waves of icy water.

‘……Even the road to New Vague is rough.’

Waves roaring at heights of tens of meters and pouring storms were raging as if they would capsize and swallow the boat at any moment.

at that time.

There were people who talked to Bikir who was quietly meditating alone.

“How does it feel to go to a place to die?”

“Hehehe, I’d rather die here by drowning in the sea.”

“I don’t know what kind of place the New Wave is, so I can be calm like this.”

Three grinning voices.

Where Bikir turned his head, he saw familiar faces.

Don Quixote La Mancha Pedro. Usher for Isselred. Thomas de Leviathan.

They were convoys dispatched by Usher, Don Quixote, and Leviathan, respectively.

The reason why each of the seven families who attended as a jury member dispatched one escort was because Isabella, who should have been the sole escort, was related by blood to the criminal Bikir.

In order to balance the Baskervilles, the six families that could keep the Baskervilles in check sent people with their respective skills and positions, and three of them were Pedro Isselred Thomas.

“Nouvelle Vague. It’s a very terrifying prison sunk deep in the Super Deep Sea Zone.”

“You will die on the way there.”

“So why don’t you kill yourself now? That’s better. The New Wave really is a living hell.”

Pedro Isselled Thomas whispered subtly into Vikir’s ear.

Of course, Bikir didn’t listen to them one grain of rice.

I’m just focusing on the faint stench that comes from them.

‘……The devil’s servants.’

Each of them smelled like the stench of Passamonte Madeline Hobbes, which I smelled in the courtroom.

But even if it’s not the smell, Bikir already knows all of their faces and names.

Like the prey they’ve been hunting all along.

“Don Quixote La Mancha Pedro. Usher for Isselred. Thomas de Leviathan. Each sacrificed countless people in the territory under the jurisdiction of his cousin’s sister, obtained the power of the devil, and rose to a high position within the family. Is the taste of easily obtained power sweet? ?”

At Bikir’s words, the three faces hardened.

Before long, they exchanged glances with each other and opened their mouths.

“As expected. I understand why the master told me to kill you somehow.”

“It’s a seed that won’t be safe even if you imprison it in the New Wave.”

“This ship will be your grave.”

Bikir, who can’t use mana because he’s wearing a BDSM restraint, is just an easy prey.

Pedro Isselled Thomas thought so.

however.

“……What’s going on there?”

A voice interrupted the three of them.

Isabella La Baskerville.

She, the leader of the Doberman Knights, was standing on the deck during a storm, staring this way.

Those sad blue eyes were already full of hostility.

“What conversation was that just about? Demonic power? Master? Why should this ship be the tomb of sinners on their way to Newvag?”

Isabella’s voice was dripping with life.

Pedro Isseled Thomas clicked his tongue once.

“Did you hear? You were careless.”

“What do you think? You were planning to kill everyone anyway.”

“It’s right to nip the Baskervilles in the bud. I don’t know how much that bitch knows.”

They were now bringing out their vicious selves, even to Isabella.

3:1 situation.

No matter how much Isabella was one of the seven counts and a pro in combat, she couldn’t deal with all three at the same time.

Pedro Isselled Thomas was also one of the strongest players in Don Quixote, Usher, and Leviathan, respectively.

However, the situation was suddenly reversed again.

“You must have been planning something interesting.”

“Lord Lun. Punish those wicked squire.”

“How does this work? Why did those bastards suddenly become devil worshipers?”

Three new shadows stretched behind Isabella’s back.

A tall black-haired middle-aged clergyman with a cold impression, a gentle and kind-looking handsome man.

Each of them was a convoy sent from the house of Bourgeois by Morgue and Quo Vadis.

Morgue Mu Banshee Mozgoose Rune Quo Vadis Bourgeois Lord Lovebad.

Banshee, the next principal of the academy, and Mozgus, the archbishop of the New Testament, were specially selected for this escort mission.

The biggest reason was their strong willingness to volunteer.

Behind Isabella, the leader of the Doberman Knights, Prof. Banshee and Archbishop Mozgus Archbishop Themiscyra Student Council president Merlini Lovegood’s cousin, Lovebad, stood up.

“I can’t hear the remarks from before.”

“Since the devil is mentioned, I’ll have to check Vikir-kun’s testimony once again.”

“I don’t know, but first of all, you guys are definitely suspicious. You revealed your intention to live first to Miss Isabella.”

The battle situation became 3:4. In this case, the side with Isabella definitely seemed to have an advantage.

however.

Pedro Iseled Thomas was still smirking.

“Do you think we did it haphazardly?”

“Huh-huh. Stupid things.”

“…Hmm.

Thomas of Leviathan, an extremely poisonous man, took out his pocket watch and held it up.

And first of all, Isabella’s expression changed.

“Ma Mana…!?”

At the same time, Banshee Mozgus Lovebad’s expression hardened.

said Thomas with a smirk.

“In the tea you guys drank, the substance that is the raw material for BDSM was added. It’s in powder form and it’s in a very small amount, so you wouldn’t have noticed.”

“The amount that each of you drank is enough to buy this boat.

“You guys are now handcuffed with BDSM. The effect lasts only a few minutes, but that’s enough.”

Pedro and Iselred also opened their mouths.

They spurted death and, in turn, pressed Isabella Banshee Mozgoose Lovebad.

Thomas said with a fishy sneer.

“Don’t worry. I’ll report that the ship was sunk by the rampage of the Night Hound and you guys were killed for it. Remain a hero who died in the line of duty.”

Rebellion on board.

Isabella Banshee Mozgus Lovebad, facing the most terrible thing that can happen on board, couldn’t hide her embarrassment.

“Damn it. Mana really doesn’t boil.”

“…It feels like you’re handcuffed by BDSM.”

“I can’t last long in this state.”

“Damn it! BDSM powder!? What kind of substance is that!” As

a storm of chaos raged over the deck.

“Handcuffs?”

Vikir’s voice came from behind the bars.

“You mean this?”

Pedro Isselred Thomas wants something. When I turned around, I saw Bikir with his palms spread wide.

At the same time