Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 145

Episode 145 Golden Week Volunteer Activities (2)

“Hey there…”

Sinclair appeared out of nowhere and spoke to Bikir with awkward honorifics.

As Bikir stared at him as if asking what was going on, Sinclair hesitated and opened his mouth.

“Um, did you also apply for regular volunteer work here, Mr. Bikir?”

“no.”

“Huh? Then why are you here…?”

“I came for the penalty points.”

“……ah.”

Sinclair nodded at Bikir’s brief reply.

“I’m planning a regular volunteer activity. I do it because I have to collect volunteer activity points, but I still feel good and have a sense of accomplishment after helping a less fortunate neighbor…” “I see.

”

Bikir had no interest in Sinclair’s personal life, so he nodded once and left.

However, Sinclair followed Bikir and kept talking to him.

“Anyway, it’s a coincidence that we’re assigned a place for volunteering in the same place.”

“is it.”

“Actually, I saw people submitting applications for volunteer work last week, but I didn’t know they would come to the same place.”

“Right.”

“Mr. Bikir is…”

Despite Bikir’s short answer, Sinclair laughs at what makes him so happy.

Bikir interrupted Sinclair for a moment.

“Take it easy. You look like your age.”

“…Oh, actually, I’m 17. I’m a year younger than Bikir-san.”

“Does not matter.”

Bikir nodded, and Sinclair’s expression brightened even more.

“Then…then I’ll make it easy for you!”

“Yes. Let’s talk comfortably from now on.”

Vikir thought that the conversation had ended smoothly, and left quickly.

It was to suck the mop.

But Sinclair followed Bikir this time as well.

While Bikir went into the men’s room and washed the mop, Sinclair stood in front of the men’s room door, staring at Bikir.

‘Fortunately, they don’t follow me to the men’s bathroom.’

Sinclair waited patiently at the door until Vikir had finished washing the mop, then immediately followed her.

“Hey. I thought you were already trying to manage your volunteer points since you submitted your volunteer activity application on a holiday. In terms of managing your grades.”

“It was submitted by force. Too many penalty points accumulated.”

“That’s right. I thought this time was something because you studied so well.”

Even as Sinclair says that, she continues to glare at Vikir.

Bikir said with a light sigh.

“I’m busy. If you have something to ask, ask quickly and go.”

“Ah! Is that okay?”

Then Sinclair approached Bikir’s side excitedly.

Soon after, she began pouring out the things she had been curious about.

“How are you studying?”

“How many hours a day do you study?”

“How do you rate the preparation and review?”

“Did you get the genealogy of the new introduction to magic? Shall I show you?”

“What are you majoring in donation of cold weapons?”

“Fencing?

“You got all the questions right on the cold weapon donation slip test the other day. I got one question wrong. How did you solve that question at that time? You were above the level of an undergraduate.”

“Ah, did you see the ‘Ethics in the dissection process’ part of the paper test in lecture A of the monster living experiment this time? What do you think about the controversy over the solution process?”

“Ummm again… Oh, I had a lot to ask, but now that the opportunity comes, I can’t remember.”

“But how do you know everything so well? Did you get an early education?”

“You didn’t get it? Wow- that’s really great. Then where did you go to academy before entering the academy?”

“I don’t know if I can ask you this. You don’t have to answer if you’re offended. I heard you’re from a commoner, where are you from?”

“Ah, by the way, do you have bad eyesight? Those glasses look so high-powered. Oh, they’re not as high as I thought? But why do you wear glasses?”

“Is the hairstyle on purpose? Oh, I just left it as it grows. Are you willing to cut your bangs or put them back? Oh, no?”

.

.

In general, there were many questions related to study methods.

Bikir answered in a dry tone, but silently took care of chores such as cleaning the hallway and incinerating the laundry trash.

Sinclair was also helping with the work by diligently chasing after Bikir.

When the chores were over, Sinclair rummaged through the money bag carried on the ship and handed Bikir a bottle of milk.

“Now drink this and do it!”

“…”

Bikir took the milk bottle and looked down at Sinclair for a moment.

“……?”

Sinclair still looks up at Bikir with a bright expression.

If left as it is, it seemed like it would follow him all day and bother him, so Bikir sneaked away.

“I’ll have a good drink. Enough then.”

“Where are you going? I’ll help you too!”

“restroom.”

Sinclair’s face turned red when he heard what Vikir said.

“Uh uh uh. That’s kind of hard to help with. Come on,”

Sinclair said, standing against the wall in the bathroom hallway.

It looked like he would wait until Bikir finished his errands (?).

* * *

Bikir succeeded in sending Sinclair, who continued to bombard with questions, to another place and remaining alone.

“… Maybe it’s because he’s a model student, but his passion for learning is amazing.”

Bikir came out into the quiet hallway carrying a bucket and a mop.

All of the academy colleagues who volunteered were eating outside or having dessert with the children.

Bikir intended to focus on examining the interior of the building during mealtime, when everyone’s attention was distracted the most.

at that time.

“……!”

Bikir was walking down the hallway and bumped into a child.

“…”

Appears to be in her early teens. beautiful blonde. white skin. A girl with slightly drooping eyes looking sad.

Around her neck was an old, crude gold necklace.

The necklace has the words ‘Nymphet’ written on it.

Bikir waved the milk bottle Sinclair had given him earlier to the girl who was staring at her.

“Are you going to drink?”

“…”

Then the girl stares at Bikir.

Chalang-

Bikir shakes his wrist once, and the milk spins in the bottle.

Then, the girl seemed to startle once, but soon turned her head and ran to the other side of the hallway.

Bikir thoughtlessly put the bottle back into his pocket.

at that time.

“His name is Nymphet.”

A voice came from behind.

Where Bikir turned her head was Dolores, holding a knitting basket and dolls.

She is the student council president of the academy, the head of the newspaper club, and the saintess of the Quo Vadis family. She says she comes here every weekend to volunteer.

Dolores asked, squinting at Vikir.

“Are you working hard on volunteer work? I have to work hard to make up for the penalty points.”

“……I’m working hard.”

“good.”

Dolores nodded once.

And still looked at Bikir with a fierce and stern gaze.

“It’s better not to do the child any favors.”

“……?”

As Bikir tilted her head, Dolores continued her explanation.

“That child was born here to be born. Over the past 13 years, I have seen countless volunteers come to the orphanage.”

“…”

“At first, that child also became friendly with the students who came to volunteer.

“…”

“But the older sisters and older brothers I became close to became less and less frequent as time passed. It is inevitable. They also have to study more as the grade goes up, graduate and get a job. something like that.”

“…”

“Out of 100 first-year volunteers, there is only one person who continues to volunteer even after entering the third grade. I can’t give my heart to the volunteers easily. For volunteers, the children here are a huge part of their lives, but for the children here, volunteers’ sisters and brothers play a big part in their lives.”

That was mostly correct. The biggest reason why academy students come to volunteer work here is to fill up their volunteer work points.

Dolores turned her gaze to the back of the nymphet, with a confused look on her face.

“That child is a child who is short-lived, misses long, and is tired of being parted forever. So he must have made a promise to himself not to show affection to outsiders.”

“……Is that so?”

“Yes. But every time I meet him, I become more wary, and from a certain point on, I stopped talking at all. It hurts because I feel like I’ve let go of all expectations from others. I hope you don’t look at the world too skeptically.”

Dolores lamented that the nymphet still did not accept her greetings, even though she had been serving here for more than three years.

Right then.

“……!”

Bikir, who had been listening to Dolores quietly, changed his expression.

“I hope that Nymphet will be able to speak again soon. As aphasia is a disease caused by a broken heart, it needs warm love and attention from the people around it… Ugh!?”

Dolores was speechless.

It was because Bikir’s hand flew in quickly and covered her mouth.

…chin!

Bikir put his hand on the saintess’s mouth and pushed her closer to the wall-to-wall recess.

It was a space with small grooves caused by a mistake in the architectural design, and cabinets protruding on both sides and even shaded, making it difficult to see from the hallway.

“Eup!?”

Dolores pushed Bikir’s chest with her hand and tried to remove her hand covering her mouth, but Bikir refused to allow it and instead pushed her closer and closer to the wall.

“Shh.”

Before long, Bikir’s low voice rang in Dolores’ ears.

Dolores felt her mind wander.

‘???’

so suddenly? No no, what is this situation in the first place?

It was arguably the first time I had been so close to a man since I was born.

When she is frozen in this sudden, rude and …… one(?) situation she is experiencing for the first time in her life.

“…”

Bikir was examining the hallway with her eyes narrowed.

The muscles of the face become stiff.

He could feel the stench of the mucus in his nostrils approaching. The sound

of

footsteps hitting the marble floor.

There was a man walking towards us from the other end of the hallway.

Gentleman in his 50’s. faithful religious person. successful businessman. benevolent father.

It looks perfect on the outside, but on the inside, it exudes an overwhelming sense of smell.

This monster was Vikir’s assassination target, ‘Guilty’.