Bloodhound’s Regression Instinct

Chapter 41

Dragon Slayer Sword, Ascalon.

What Yan was trying to steal from Beowulf’s warehouse was a divine weapon of a destroyed dynasty.

If the emperor had not found it by chance when he visited the north for inspection.

‘It would have been rotting in Beowulf’s warehouse for a hundred years, or a thousand years.’

The emperor exclaimed when he discovered this sword.

“There was a king who was called the Dragon Slayer in the past.”

“He made two divine swords from the corpse of a dragon and tried to unify the continent.”

“But he eventually lost to the founder and died.”

“I happened to find one of his swords, but the other one was nowhere to be found.”

“But that sword is stuck in the warehouse of the Beowulf family… What an ironic thing.”

One of the two swords was well known to Yan.

He died by that sword.

‘Dragon Sword, Nailing.’

Nailing was one of the best swords in the continent that could cut even mana with its blade. It was the emperor’s favorite sword.

And, if it was its twin sword, Ascalon…

‘It would never be inferior to Nailing!’

Yan drooled from his mouth.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Your meal is ready, please come out.”

It was a maid of Beowulf.

At her words, Cruel jumped up from the bed.

He felt like his stomach was turning upside down because of the booze he drank heavily. He thought he needed to eat something to feel better.

Yan also got up from the bed and went out of the door.

The maid bowed her head slightly and silently led them to the dining room.

“Are all the servants of this family so quiet?”

Cruel grumbled.

Then, the maid who was walking ahead of them glared at him.

“What are you looking at?”

“If you don’t watch your mouth, I’ll tell the knights.”

Cruel snickered at her confident attitude for a mere maid.

“Hey, miss maid. I’m a noble, you know?”

“I don’t care.”

“What?”

“We are Beowulf.”

Her face was expressionless, but her words had strength in them.

She was proud of the family she was working for.

She said what she had to say and moved on. Cruel laughed as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Have the nobles lost their authority these days? Now even a lowly maid can talk back to them.”

Bang!

“Ouch! Why did you hit me!”

Cruel rubbed the back of his head and glared at Yan.

“Shut your mouth. You’re making my ears bleed.”

He said and walked ahead of him. Cruel grumbled again.

“I’ll show you when I get to level 5.”

* * *

When they arrived at the dining room, Lorena and Charl were already sitting in their changed clothes.

Lorena was sitting at the head of the table, and next to her, the butler Hans was looking at Cruel and Yan, who had just entered, with a displeased face.

“Why are you so late? Hurry up and get ready. The lady can’t eat without you.”

As Hans spoke stiffly, Cruel’s face slightly heated up.

The maid before and the butler now, they were not respectful at all, even their tone was cold.

‘Does Beowulf deliberately treat the nobles like this?’ He thought.

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

But Yan, who was right next to him, bowed his head to Hans and sat down right away.

Cruel’s mouth curled up slightly.

He thought that Yan was nothing but a commoner after all.

If he crushed Hans with his authority here, Yan wouldn’t dare to treat him lightly anymore.

“Ahem.”

“…?”

Three of the trainees sat down, but Cruel was still standing.

He glared at Hans with a very uncomfortable face.

“You bastard!”

At the sound of Cruel’s mouth, everyone’s face except Yan’s went blank.

Yan barely held back the laughter that was about to burst out.

‘Pfft! Crazy guy.’

If he knew that Hans was a superhuman of level 3, he wouldn’t have acted like that.

‘Should I have told him beforehand?’

No. He deserved it.

He removed most of the magic, but the arrogant way of thinking of the nobles seemed to be rooted in his head.

Maybe this was a good opportunity to fix his mentality.

“Wh… what did you say?”

Hans, who had heard the curse, was also flustered and stuttered.

Cruel poured out words like scolding him.

“How dare you, a mere butler, disrespect a noble! Did the Duke of Beowulf teach you to do that? How dare you, a lowly butler, rush a noble!”

And finally, he hit the climax.

“If you don’t kneel down and beg for forgiveness right now, I’ll cut your throat!”

Hans, who had been cursed by Cruel, who was younger than his grandson, lost his words.

After a brief silence.

Hans opened his mouth.

“Do you have a title…?”

“You still! I’m Cruel Dwight, I don’t have a title yet, but you’ve heard of the Dwight Count family, right?”

“Dwight ‘Count’?”

As Hans asked, Cruel nodded his head vigorously.

Hans looked at the ceiling for a moment.

“I’m Hans Meringer ‘Count’.”

He said his full name and title.

Clank.

Cruel’s face, which had been spitting out all kinds of words with confidence, cracked.

“…Liar.”

“I’ve never lied since I was born.”

“Hans Meringer ‘Count’?”

“Am I your friend?”

Then Cruel remembered that the duke had the authority to grant titles to his subjects.

Up to count.

Cruel’s face turned pale.

And he backed away, babbling.

“Th… that… I’m s… sorry. My eyes are dark… Th… that’s because…”

“It’s okay.”

Hans smiled gently and spoke respectfully again. Cruel almost regained his color, but.

“Let’s have a ‘serious talk’ later. Oh, I have to send a letter to the Count of Dwight too.”

At the thunderbolt-like words, Cruel’s face turned black.

* * *

The food was really delicious, as Hans had confidently said.

“And this is a cake that the chef made after all kinds of research.”

Hans pointed to a three-tiered cake.

The cake was decorated with whipped cream and strawberries, and in front of it, there were words congratulating Lorena’s return.

“Wow! It looks just like Lorena!”

Charl clapped her hands and said from the side.

In the middle of the cake, there was a portrait of Lorena drawn with syrup.

Lorena touched her forehead and shook her head.

Charl picked up a piece of cake with a fork and handed it to Lorena.

“Please try it quickly. You have to repay the chef’s sincerity.”

“Tsk.”

Lorena took the fork from Charl and put the cake in her mouth, even though she clicked her tongue.

Hans’s eyes widened as he saw that.

He thought Lorena wouldn’t even touch the cake.

But she tasted it as soon as Charl handed it to her, even though she looked uncomfortable.

‘What’s the relationship between those two?’

Then Hans’s face was shocked.

‘Could it be that the lady finally made a friend?’

Lorena didn’t have a good relationship with the children of the nobles around the territory.

They were all political or greedy for favors.

Hans’s face was warm as he saw Charl eating the cake.

He had a better eye for people as he got older.

In his eyes, Charl felt different from the noble children he had seen before.

Hans licked his lips.

-If you ever have any trouble, knock on Beowulf’s door.

At the sudden voice, Charl’s eyes turned round like a rabbit.

Hans looked at him with warm eyes.

* * *

The trainees followed Hans somewhere after finishing their meal.

“Where are we going now?”

“Don’t you need weapons to fight?”

At Hans’s words, Cruel tapped the sawtooth sword on his waist.

“This is enough.”

“…”

“This is enough…”

Hans stopped in front of a door and chuckled.

“Then can I take a look at that sword?”

“Yes, whatever.”

Cruel took off the scabbard from his waist and handed it to Hans.

Swoosh.

Hans took out the sawtooth sword from the scabbard and started to examine it closely.

He touched the blade with his finger, bounced the sword edge, and so on.

After looking at the sword for a while, Hans shook his head.

“It’s a good sword, but it’s hard to use here.”

“What?”

Cruel frowned and Hans waved his hand as if to say don’t misunderstand.

“I didn’t say that because the sword is ‘inferior’. I just said it’s hard to use in the north.”

Hans rolled his finger and bounced the sword edge again.

Ting.

A clear sound rang in their ears.

“Although it’s a sword made by a skilled blacksmith with good iron, it’s no different from a glass shard in this place where the temperature is very low.”

Iron is strong in hot heat, but weak in cold.

It could endure up to a certain temperature, but the north was much lower than that.

It was normal for the spit to freeze before it hit the ground.

If you use the sword that you used in the warm center in the north, it would break in no time.

“That’s why your weapons, including this sword, are hard to use in the north. Because they are ordinary iron.”

Hans turned his body and put his hand on the handle of a big door.

“So I’ll ‘rent’ you some weapons that you can use in the north.”

Creak.

The big door opened and the smell of oil and iron blew into the trainees’ noses.

The trainees, except Lorena, opened their eyes wide at the sight that appeared inside the door.

“Are… are these all swords?”

There were countless weapons organized in the warehouse, which was big enough to compare with the imperial arsenal in the training center.

The only thing that was unusual was that they all had a dark color?

Hans explained the reason.

“They are weapons made of metal and iron that are strong in the cold. The metal has a dark color, so the weapons made of it also have a dark color.”

Cruel smirked and entered.

Charl and Yan also followed Cruel, looking at the swords piled up on both sides.

“The lady is… Ah. You’re going to use the sword you used before.”

“Yeah.”

Hans spoke to the trainees who were going ahead.

“Choose the weapon you like and gather at the main gate in 30 minutes.”

* * *

Yan was delighted to enter the warehouse more easily than he thought.

“Heh, heh. This is quite tempting.”

Next to him, Cruel was rubbing the dark sawtooth sword on his cheek like a madman.

“Hmm.”

Charl was carefully holding each weapon and choosing one with a serious face.

‘Where is Ascalon?’

According to what he heard from the emperor, it was definitely in here…

But he couldn’t see anything that looked like the legendary sword.

They were all well-forged weapons, but none of them looked like ‘Ascalon’.

Yan stopped at a place while scanning the warehouse.

“…Could this be it?”

Unlike the shiny swords that were well maintained, a rusty and corroded sword was left in a corner of the warehouse.

Yan raised his eyebrows.

It didn’t look like the legendary sword that the emperor praised as the dragon slayer sword.

It looked like an antique that had been stuck in a cave for hundreds of years.

But there was no way that an antique with no history would be lying around in this duke’s warehouse.

So.

‘There must be something!’

Yan slowly bent his knee and touched the sword.

The moment his hand and the sword’s grip touched.

Zap!

-You are not worthy.

A dizzying pain and a voice that he couldn’t understand echoed in his head.

Yan looked blankly at his burnt hand and the antique-like sword.

“X-bomb?”

Something seemed wrong.