Episode 22: Morgue Camille (3)
“Doesn’t the Rue Morgue teach you not to covet other people’s property?”
The atmosphere changed once again when Bikir said as he entered the room.
Adolf’s expression, which had been subtly smiling until now, hardened.
Camus also glares at Bikir with an angry expression.
Hugo, on the other hand, had the subtle expression that Adolf had been wearing all along.
“… … .”
“… … .”
A showdown between two proud geniuses.
The supernovas of both families, said to come out once in a hundred years or not, faced each other in the middle of the room.
Bikir took a careful look at Morgue Camus in front of him.
Red hair, eyes sparkling like rubies, a pointed nose, chubby cheeks, a few freckles, and that fresh expression.
‘Is that the Morgue Camus I know?’
The face of childhood and the face of adulthood overlap.
If you remove the breast meat from that face, remove the youthful energy, and put a little more time on it… … Bikir sees a familiar face.
Iron-Blooded Empress of the House of Morgue.
A person who was known as an unparalleled genius in Morgue, a prestigious magic house that produced numerous great wizards throughout history.
In addition to his noble magic skills, he had a beautiful appearance that captivated the hearts of all men in the social world, and he was also good at beauty world using that beauty.
The place to enter and the place to come out Camu’s excessively protruding figure was such that even high-nosed high-ranking members of the royal family could wrap it under the width of her skirt, which soon made her the embodiment of power.
He did not hesitate to marry for convenience several times, and each time the prestige of the House of Morgue greatly increased.
A woman who, in her heyday as a Marquis, subjugated numerous monsters and barbarians in the ‘Red and Black Mountains’ with her own hands, skewered the enemies and burned them with fire to establish a border of blood and ashes.
In her later years, she was called ‘Wuo Tian Wu (則天武后)’ with a tremendous reputation.
“Hey, what did you just say?”
… … But that’s a story in the distant future. Now he is just an 8-year-old kid.
Camus questioned Bikir in a high-pitched voice.
“Why is the ruby mine yours!? We’re off!”
At the sight, Adolf laughed and Hugo frowned.
However, Vikida dismisses Camu’s protest with one word.
“It must have been a lot of hard work to come a long way to smoke.”
Hugo laughed at the sight and Adolf frowned.
Meanwhile.
Realizing that the weapon of being a child is ineffective, Kamyu gritted his teeth.
So Camus changed his attitude and returned to his original coherence.
saaaa… …
A cold energy flows around the girl’s body.
Camus, who abandoned her innocent expression, opened her mouth in a cold voice.
“Since you seem to hate clinging, let me logically explain why this ruby mine belongs to the House of Morgue.”
Camus took out a map and analyzed and explained the topography of the mine.
“The only mine on the ground where rubies can be mined is within our family. In other words, in the Baskervilles, you can’t mine ruby veins on your own anyway. From the perspective of the Baskerville family, it would be more profitable for business to hand over the mining rights for the ruby veins underground in the estate to us and receive a portion of the land rent.”
She is the only daughter of a noble family in magic who has never been victimized by logic.
Even grown-up adults are stumped by her logical skills, but what about her peers?
However, Camu’s pride soon had to face challenges.
“A mineral called ruby is often used as a magical material. The Baskervilles have no reason to mine them. Manor rent? It must be a great tragedy for the House of Morgue that there is no idiot in our family who would open up the estate to earn pennies.”
Kamyu put on a blank expression at Bikir’s retort.
For the first time in my life, I met an opponent whose logic did not work. Even for peers!
Aren’t most men of this age dull and stupid? Camus must have felt a little confused.
… … Meanwhile.
The war of words between Kamu and Bikir was not just for 8-year-olds.
Both Adolf and Hugo had no choice but to watch with interest, as both were properly pointing out the logic of the House of Morgue and the House of Baskerville.
Camus narrowed her eyes and said.
“amazing. It’s the first time I’ve seen a kid like you again. There are no peers in my family who can talk to me.”
“Let’s go outside for a bit.”
“… … Excuse me. I’ve already been out a lot when it comes to manor inspections. What do you say you know about my life?”
“Actually, I have no interest in your life. Ruby is the problem. If you want to change the subject, do it alone.”
Contrary to Bikir’s scornful attitude, Kamyu’s gaze is getting more and more mischievous.
The classic and obvious feeling of ‘You’re the first man to be so indifferent to me!’
I just did that.
Camus is a direct lineage of the House of Morgue and has lived with countless respects.
Where would you go to receive such blatant contempt from your peers?
Moreover, it is a stage that can never be pushed back, an argument that must not be lost.
A pride that had never been broken was ignited.
Camus inquired.
“The quarry is in the territory of Morgue! Then, of course, the mining rights belong to Morgue!”
“Underground veins extend beneath the territory of Baskerville. So the mining rights rather belong to the Baskervilles.”
“The Baskervilles don’t care about rubies!”
“that’s right. I am only interested in territory. So, don’t come in. Is this hard to understand?”
Morgue to Louvier, Baskerville to Territory. Since the points are different, there is no way to reach an agreement.
And since the adults standing behind the children were not much different from those of the children, there was no sign of a resolution to the dispute.
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at that time.
Kamuy’s ruby-colored eyes shone.
“good. I’ll make sure you know where the ownership of the ruby vein is!”
Camus picked up a brush and ink from the desk.
And I started painting on the floor.
A large circle centered on Bikir, and a large circle centered on Kamu.
The two circles were touching each other.
Eventually, Kamuy separated the two circles by making a wall out of a large piece of paper.
(The paper wall was so large that two attendants had to hold it from both sides)
Before long, Camu, beyond the paper wall, spoke.
“That side is your land, this side is mine.”
“… … .”
Bikir made no reply.
Only Hugo and Adolf watch with interest as the two eight-year-olds quarrel.
at that time.
… Boo-wook!
The paper wall is torn.
Camus tore through the paper wall and inserted his arm.
A plump white arm pierced the paper wall and entered Bikir’s land.
Kamyu asked Bikir.
“Now, whose arm is this?”
Upon hearing that, Adolf’s expression brightened.
On the other hand, Hugo’s expression was crumpled.
Camu’s analogy was clear.
Even though his arm has crossed the boundary, the ownership of the arm still belongs to him, so the ruby vein is also the same.
A long time ago, when persimmons grew on a persimmon tree and grew beyond the fence of a neighbor’s house, the story showed the wisdom of ancestors who went to claim ownership of the persimmons.
however.
“… … Hmm. Whose arm is this?”
Bikir is not so easy-going.
chin!
Strong hands, unlike those of an eight-year-old, gripped his plump, white forearms.
Before Kamyu could even scream ‘Ouch!’, Bikir spoke first.
“It is mine now.”
In an instant, a tremendous sense of intimidation emanated from Vikir.
It wasn’t the intimidating feeling of pumping up mana, but the power emanating from the very existence itself.
It was an overwhelming momentum that only seasoned hunters who had passed through the era of destruction could emit.
Even Adolf and Hugo flinch at the force of it.
Of course, not to mention Camus, who was only 8 years old.
“… … Wh, what?”
Camus tried to shake off his hand, but to no avail.
Bu-wook-
The paper wall tore apart, and Bikir yanked Camu by the arm.
The distance between the two children was close enough that their noses could touch.
“… … !”
In an instant, Camu’s gaze wavered.
It’s the first time I’ve seen another child this close. It is also of the opposite s*x, not of the same s*x.
Beyond the wall, the face of a boy other than the family he saw for the first time was extremely unfamiliar and mysterious.
Black hair, black eyes, white skin.
And a body odor that was completely different from anything I had ever smelled, and the sound of breathing that was barely audible.
For a moment, Camus felt a shock that seemed to blow her mind away.
It was a very unfamiliar experience for an 8-year-old who had little experience of going outside the family.
‘It looks cute.’
Camus for a moment forgot the seriousness of the situation and thought of this.
Is that why?
I made the mistake of blushing and stepping back from an important meeting.
“My, why am I yours! Ooh, that’s funny!”
Although he fired at him, it is unclear whether the attack went in properly because his eyes were lowered to the floor.
Adolf and Hugo were watching the scene with subtle expressions.
“Kuhm.”
“Hum, hum.”
The fresh sensibility of 8-year-olds was mixed with important diplomatic issues, and it became a very awkward atmosphere.
… … Right then.
Bikir’s words broke the atmosphere.
“Who said you were mine?”
At the same time, power entered the grip of Bikir, who had not yet let go.
Camu is pulled back towards Bikir.
Before she could scream in surprise, Bikir’s other hand moved.
“Your arm is mine.”
After she finished speaking, Bikir pulled it out like lightning from her waist.
It was a dagger with a sharp blue blade.
It was a shocking sight that made Camus, Adolf, and even Hugo, who always has a poker face, hiccup.
