Is the demonic unicorn truly dead?

Tsu tsu tsu tsu tsu tsu tsu tsu tsu

The colossal demon began to slowly dissipate.

Starting from the broken horn to the tip of its hooves turning into ashes, the sight conveyed to everyone that there was an end to this long nightmare.

The demise of the Fifth Corpse. It was the moment when the cornerstone of sin was utterly obliterated.

Its, its over!

The demon is dead!

The ugly ahh horse is crumbling!

Excited cheers erupted from all around.

Parents who thought they had lost their children, children who thought they would never see their parents again, disciples who had lost and found their revered masters, and disciples returning to the embrace of their respected mentors.

All were overcome with emotion, tears of joy streaming down their faces as they cheered together.

All eyes turned towards the center of the area where the demon crumbled away.

There stood the seven knightly orders of Baskerville.

And among them stood the six counts and young patriarch of Baskerville..

Had it not been for them, the crowds gathered at the Colosseo Academy would have suffered much greater losses.

Thank you! Thank you, Baskerville Clan! If it werent for you

I shall never forget this kindness for the rest of my days!

B-But why are the knights of Baskerville here?

Wasnt the Ironblooded clan extremely secretive?

I saw that boy summoning the knights! I witnessed him blowing the whistle!

The crowd murmured with excitement.

Gradually, the attention of the audience shifted to one place.

The dragon that emerged from the Abyss tree.

The swordmaster who erected a pillar of aura reaching the heavens.

Once a first year at the Colosseo Academy.

but now, he was the entity who had summoned all the hounds of the Ironblooded Sword Clan to this place.

Vikir. Vikir van Baskerville!

Vikir unleashed the hidden forces he had harbored until now without restraint.

And before him, seven hounds politely bowing.

We have fulfilled your command.

Osiris, the Young patriarch of the Baskerville Clan,

Isabella le Baskerville, the commander of the Doberman Knights;

German le Baskerville, the commander of the Shepherd Knights;

Metzgerhund le Baskerville, the commander of the Rottweiler Knights;

Cu-Chulainn le Baskerville, the commander of the Wolfhound Knights;

Boston Terrier le Baskerville, the commander of the Pit Bull Knights;

and Great Dane le Baskerville, the commander of the Mastiff Knights.

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All bowed their head.

Everyone witnessing this was collectively shocked.

It wasnt just any other family; it was the Baskerville Clan.

Those gathered here represented the entirety of Baskervilles might. Even the next lord, Osiris, was present.

Their bowing heads towards an unknown boy went beyond shock, bordering on the surreal.

And soon, the astute courtiers tongues began to wag.

Is it, could it be Vikir van Baskerville!?

The legend of Baskerville, the Underdog Citys head! He was praised by the Emperor himself!

W-We thought it was just a rumor! His unbelievable feats made him seem like a fictional character!

I told you so! There was a golden figure with the same face as that boy standing at Morgs Red castle!

Are you saying that the hero who opened the peaceful trade route between Baskerville and the barbarians was a real person? Unbelievable!

But that wasnt all.

Some students who had escaped from the Abyss tree began to praise the heroic figures they had seen with Vikir inside the tower.

Dad! I could escape from the Hellhound pack because of that friend!

That friend saved me from the Bloodsoaked jade flower! Oh, Vikir! My comrade! How can I repay this kindness!

Thank you for forgiving us! Your bravery is truly! You are the real hero!

Nobles, commoners, without exception, everyone sent looks of admiration, adoration, reverence, and gratitude to Vikir.

And rightly so, for Vikir had always been at the forefront, bearing all sacrifices.

Of course, no one noticed that he did so to monopolize the rewards within the tower.

Mr. Vikir! Look here, please! Im taking a mana screenshot!

We acknowledge your significant role in resolving the Abyss tree incident! Can you share your thoughts!?

Is it true that youre the hidden powerhouse of Baskerville!?

Why have you hidden your identity for so long!?

Eventually, sensing a major scoop, reporters swarmed towards Vikir like a flock of birds.

When he fought, there was barely a soul in sight, but now, it was a wonder how so many had gathered so quickly.

Excuse me! Move aside! Cant see anything!

Lord Vikir! I-Im coming-!

Camus and Dolores tried to approach Vikir, but the crowd surged so much in an instant that it was impossible to move forward.

Meanwhile, as their eyes met amidst the chaos, two women stood firm, not backing down.

Meanwhile, Vikirs friends, who usually boasted a close bond with him, shrugged their shoulders.

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca waved to Vikir.

Luckily, since they had been around Vikir from the start, it wasnt difficult for them to approach.

Vikir! You did it, you rascal! Dont pretend like you dont know youve become a great hero!

Awesome, my friend! Truly awesome! But I never knew you were from the Baskerville Clan! Keeping such a secret. Tonights drinks will be plentiful, I bet?

Yeeaaah! Vikir! Im so relieved youre safe! Im happiest that youre unharmed!

Whew. He sure knows how to keep us on edge.

Meanwhile, at the back, Sinclaire also approached with a complex expression.

However.

Vikir simply observed all these situations with an indifferent gaze. Not a hint of excitement. If anything, his gaze was chillingly cold.

Ignoring the cheering crowd, Vikir quietly extended his left hand towards the ground.

And he whispered softly.

Follow Ahul. Its goodbye for now.

It was a message to Baby Madam attached to his left wrist.

[Whirr]

Though Baby madam whimpered as if reluctant to go, she eventually jumped off upon Vikirs urging.

Scratch-scratch-

Baby madam transformed into a dot in the distance and disappeared, following Ahul and other ballak hunters.

Glancing back several times.

Eventually, when Baby mada m had completely disappeared from sight, Vikir finally turned his head towards the crowd.

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca approached Vikirs side.

Alright, alright, journalists~ Take your turn! Our Vikir is a bit tired right now! Yes, yes, we know meeting the hero of the century is exciting, but~

Vikir. Is your body alright? You seemed to be radiating aura earlier, do you need medicine or potion?

Isnt the number of interviews a bit too much? Shouldnt we prioritize rest first?

Ugh, where did all these journalists come from? They were nowhere to be seen during the battle. Hey, should we tell our dad to clear the crowd a bit?

Across countless conversations, reverence was shown to the friend who had completed the seemingly impossible task that everyone thought was impossible.

It was evident in the attitudes of his friends.

However.

Vikirs response to his friends pure and boundless kindness was short.

Get lost.

At that, his friends momentarily froze.

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca chuckled as if they misheard.

Huh? Vikir, who are you talking to?

Who dares to disturb Vikir?

Haa! Whos there! Who dares bother Vikir!

Lets talk to the professors first and get rid of the journalists

At this point, Vikir spoke again, sharply and clearly.

I said, get lost. Yall are trash.

At this, Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca finally realized.

They saw the hostility in Vikirs eyes directed towards them.

Hey, hey Whats gotten into you? Why the sudden change?

Um. Do you think were clinging to your honor? Misunderstanding. We never thought

Y-Yeah, Vikir! Were just genuinely concerned for you

Have you lost your mind? Why are you suddenly like this?

Their friends reactions, clearly caught off guard by Vikirs unexpected attitude.

But Vikir cut them off.

Ive never befriended weaklings like you. Know your place and stop whining.

Period.

That line severed all ties, connections, and relationships up until that moment.

Shock. Utter shock. Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca sat frozen, mouths agape.

Tudor, the first to regain his senses, stuttered with a crestfallen expression.

Why? Why, Vikir?

But Tudor couldnt finish his sentence.

Vikir pushed Tudors chest and walked towards the center of the crowd.

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca felt an insurmountable barrier in Vikirs gaze, looking down on them like insects.

A clear, unmistakable line drawn. A distance that could never be bridged.

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and Bianca, utterly bewildered and crouched on the ground.

Those frozen in place included Camus, Dolores, Sinclaire, and everyone else who had been saved by Vikir inside the tower.

Vikir drew a line and cast them aside, all those he had met and befriended at the Colosseum Academy.

No, all those he had formed relationships with until now.

And facing the throng of journalists, he said.

My work is done.

The unexpectedness of Vikirs words left most except those at the front row struggling to comprehend. As journalists at the back furrowed their brows and strained to hear, Vikir, instead of answering, retrieved something from his chest. And!

Everyone who saw the items Vikir pulled out from his chest immediately recoiled, stepping back in shock. A crimson blade. An inverted pentagram necklace. And a plague doctors mask. The symbolism behind these artifacts was all too clear. Facing the momentarily silenced audience, Vikir spoke with a calm yet unmistakable voice.

I am Night hound