Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 142

Episode 142 The Villain’s Identity (2)

Dolores. She was seriously thinking about what had happened last night.

‘……I’m sure I’ve seen that mask I picked up yesterday.’

Yes.

Dolores received a call yesterday that the imperial guards would be dispatched, and as a saint of the House of Quo Vadis and head of the academy’s press department, she quickly followed.

And the terrible incident that I witnessed soon I saw with my own two eyes the scene of the incident where many people died and numerous collapses were damaged.

All the buildings collapsed as if a large amount of gunpowder exploded, and under the ruins of the nursery school, all the blood was sucked and mummified remains of boys and girls were found.

Even the 2nd and 3rd year student reporters and even the imperial guards who came with them were so tongue-in-cheek that they had never seen such a gruesome scene.

……And nearby was a half-burnt mask.

Dolores moved stealthily, picked up the mask, and unwittingly hid it in her bosom from the sound of footsteps following her.

‘It must have belonged to Mr. Night Hound. Why is he there…’

she remembered the first time she met the night hound.

The villa of the official who came to recuperate during the academy vacation.

A man who stood out among the greedy and lowly aristocrats.

‘……It’s just a lost lamb.’

I remember his first appearance as he humbly bowed his head without claiming his prestige or wealth.

Since then, the hound of the night has sincerely treated neighbors in the slums who suffered from the plague ‘Red Death’.

Although his attire and identity were questionable, his love and devotion to the less fortunate he showed was real.

As proof of that, did he not even demonstrate the sacred power of the rune, albeit weakly?

‘The mask I picked up yesterday is definitely his. All the scars and bloodstains that appeared on the masks when the patients with the Red Death struggled were still there.’

Dolores was sure that the half-burnt mask she had hidden in her bosom was the one worn by the Night Hound.

But why was he at the scene of yesterday’s disaster?

Did he really kill the head of the orphanage and harm the boys and girls in the orphanage?

‘……But why is that good person?’

The appearance of a hound at night that healed the poor of St. Mecca. I don’t think that noble and holy figure that heals people while being covered with all kinds of filth will be smoke.

She had always believed that the reason why she stole the ‘saint’s tears’ in the end was because she had a great cause.

‘Is the night hound really the culprit? no it can’t be my eyes are correct he wasn’t evil If he is the culprit… there must be something wrong.’

Dolores felt a headache coming on.

The mask in her arms is obviously evidence of the murder last night.

Since he interfered with the investigation with personal feelings, he was not an accomplice or an accomplice.

So Dolores had been suffering since last night for the trust she had in the night hound, and for obstructing the guards’ investigation by hiding him.

‘Was it really right to hide the mask? Am I doing well?’

She thought about this when she woke up, when she took a bath, when she ate, during class, and even when she was attending a club meeting.

even.

‘By the way… I don’t know if Mr. Night Hound is all right. It looks like you were caught in a big explosion that burned half of your mask. Even though he was a very strong person, if he was in a crisis situation where he could not properly defend himself… Where would he be and what would he be doing now? Maybe he’s suffering from a serious injury somewhere…’

to the extent of worrying about it.

Dolores was depressed, not even knowing the underlying reason why she was worried about him.

at that time.

“‘Night Hound’… I like it!”

A voice from the side broke Dolores’s thoughts.

“huh?”

When Dolores looked up, she saw the 2nd and 3rd year students already busy.

Wiing-Kurruleuk-Geeeeing-

The evening newspapers to be distributed today were already being pulled out like a fire.

???

Dolores turned her head away with a dazed look on her face, and Piggy next to her gave a thumbs up.

“I think the nickname ‘Night Hound’ is fine. It’s a bit barbaric style of naming, but that’s why the violence is revealed all the more, right?”

“Mmmm. I think so too. Something gloomy makes me feel bad.”

“I agree. The incident always happened at night.”

Tudor and Sancho also nodded in agreement with Piggy.

Sinclair and Bianca nodded too.

“I agree unconditionally with the manager’s words!”

“me too.”

Dolores turned her head away with a puzzled expression.

“……What are you all talking about? What did I just mumble?”

Then, you can see that already completed newspapers are piled up in a heap.

[What is the identity of the villain ‘Night Hound’ who terrorized the ecliptic!?] / Hits: 0

-0/0 Last night at dawn. An incident occurred in which a mysterious stranger appeared and devastated the 00 nursery school……

Unusually, the assailant did not touch the riches in the safe……

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Dolores exclaimed in surprise.

“What is this!?”

Then Piggy answered with a bright expression.

“Your manager gave me the nickname ‘Night Hound’. Everyone thought it was good, so I went ahead with it!”

“Oh no when did I! Really I said that?”

Everyone nodded their heads when Dolores asked in dismay.

In just a few minutes, things went by leaps and bounds.

Dolores sighs when she sees the newspapers already piled high.

“Guys. There is still no confirmation that the person is the culprit. If you hastily choose a headline like that, it’s like an article written only for views.”

Then Tudor Sancho Sinclair Bianca and others raised questions.

“Ay, the testimony of the security guards came out. Well, first of all, I heard that it’s certain that the hound of the night destroyed the building and killed the head of the nursery school? Physical evidence is part of it, but it came out.”

“The boys and girls seem to have been dead for some time… But I don’t think it happened at the nursery school directly managed by the Quo Vadis family. It’s much more likely that the night hounds did it. I think there might be some credibility.”

“Since the manager is from Quo Vadis, he is rather trying to remain neutral. I was impressed.

“If it’s a night hound or anything that comes into sight in front of me, I’ll hit it with an arrow!”

The first year freshmen are all chattering excitedly.

Dolores sighed heavily.

I felt apologetic because it seemed as if the honor of the night hound had been tarnished in an instant due to my own mistake.

But there is some truth in what others have said.

Whether or not the night hound is really a villain, and if he is a villain, what are the clear souls and savage rescue efforts he has shown in the past, and if he is not a villain, the bodies of boys and girls found in a nursery managed by a collateral of the Quo Vadis family and unknown sources What are the enormous wealth of

everything is jumbled up

Only Dolores was confused because she knew what was hidden behind the phenomenon.

Then she made up her mind.

“I need to revise the contents of the article little by little. Try to write as objectively as possible without being biased. Among the interviews with the Imperial Guard, speculative statements without physical evidence are excluded.”

“Yeah?

“If you’re not sure, don’t bet on a match. It’s not too late to send the accusing knight out when it becomes clear what the Night Hound is doing. Then, let’s criticize it harshly.”

As Dolores said, the other newspaper staff nodded.

Bianca nodded in agreement.

“If the manager says so, then that’s it.”

“…… I agree.”

Sinclair also nodded.

Sancho and Piggy quickly stopped the rotary press and began editing the articles.

However, Tudor, who had a strong heroic temperament, still seemed slightly dissatisfied.

Tudor whispered to Bikir, whom he had become friends with through the tournament in Naphtali.

“Hey buddy, what do you think?”

“…What do you mean?”

“The hound of the night. Whoever sees it looks like a villain. How is it?”

“I have no idea.”

“Ah, but. How can you not have an idea. Are you a villain? Or a guy with circumstances? Which of the two?”

Bikir thought for a moment before answering.

‘Am I a villain?’

Countless faces pass through my mind.

The face of countless people who could not protect the hell that would unfold within the next decade or so of the world of destruction.

The agony of all the longed-for loved ones, comrades-in-arms, friends, brothers and sisters who died miserably.

How could he not be a sinner, having returned alive alone, carrying their lives and sacrifices on his shoulders?

So Bikir could speak firmly.

“He’s definitely a villain.”

Because he was never a good person.

……but?

Tudor, who asked the question, is somehow quiet.

“?”

Bikir raised his head.

Then I saw Tudor with a puzzled look on his face and the wavering eyes of the other freshmen.

Everyone was staring at Bikir’s back.

Bikir turns to see Dolores’ face looking down at her with a cold gaze.

“You’re sure the Night Hound is a villain? What did you hear me say all this time?”

Have you been walking this way?

Dolores, who was just walking by, coldly asks her if she had heard the conversation between Tudor and Vikir.

“…”

When Vikir didn’t answer, she continued.

“Even if you miss ten thieves, you can’t make one unfair citizen. No matter how the situation is, find solid evidence until the very end. After that, you have to report.”

“…”

“If ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’, then the penalty for the crime committed by the pen should be greater than that committed by the sword. You guys should take responsibility as journalists from now on. Don’t just casually spit out uncertain words without thinking. ”

All the first year new members bow their heads for no reason at Dolores’ words that point out Bikir.

However, Bikir just sat there with a calm expression on his face.

Then Dolores, who didn’t like that attitude even more, added a stinging comment.

“You said your name was Vickir, right? Aren’t you late these days?”

It was Bikir who had a history of being spotted by Dolores from the beginning of the semester and receiving several penalty points.

But when Vikir still didn’t answer, Dolores drew in her breath as if to say something more.

“Anyway, freshmen these days… I mean…”

Then. A sophomore member hurriedly ran into the club room and found Dolores.

“Chief! The Banshee club advisor is calling for a moment!”

“What? Why?”

“Because of this article! You’re asking me to revise the article so that the night hound is definitely bad?”

“Haa… He’s a conservative, so he likes to make enemies on the outside. I see. I’ll meet you and talk.”

Dolores finished the conversation.

Then, along with the sophomore members, she stormed out of the club room to meet Professor Banshee.

Then, the air inside the room finally cleared. Tudor let out

a sigh of relief , and the rain He tapped Kir on the shoulder.

“You mean the manager. You have a corner like an old man.”

“……It was like that in the past.”

“Once upon a time? When?”

“There was a time when it was just like that.”

Bikir only smiled faintly

.

“Young people are dying! I’m telling you to kill at least one more demon while you’re resting!”

‘In my time! If only demons appeared!

‘You’ve become stronger! Charge!’

‘Heroes don’t die!’

Thinking of Dolores in her 30s who led the Holy Knights on the frontlines of the battlefield of destruction before returning.