Chapter 26: The Graduate (1)
The number of people being born in Baskerville was still high, and the number of people dying was still high.
The Styx River flowed, the current pushing back the tide.
Seven years had passed since the day of the duel of the two eight-year-olds.
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"This instructor can be an angel or a devil, depending on what you do!"
A short-bearded young hound was shouting in a raspy voice.
His name is Staffordshire Baskerville. Thirty-five years old. He's a veteran knight of the Graduator class.
An outsider, a commoner, not even given the middle name of Van, let alone La, but an upstanding man who had managed to cleanse his bloodline by taking the surname of Baskerville due to his outstanding qualities and straightforward heart.
In particular, his "stabbing fang" swordsmanship is said to have reached the level of the Four Teeth Baskervilles.
Four teeth, drawn to perfection.
If he's this good, he should be able to lead and teach the younger Baskervilles right now.