Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 157
Episode 157 Code of Conduct for Safety of Night Shift Employees (3)
Bikir let out a light sigh.
‘……What the hell is he doing here?’
Saint Dolores. Wasn’t she going to the shower?
But why are you in the 4th building at such a late hour? In this place far away from the women’s dormitory…
Bikire rewrote the mask that covered her face once.
The preparations for changing the voice are also finished.
He reached out and tapped Dolores on the shoulder.
“…Forgive us our sins as we have forgiven those who sin against us. Do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil… Kyaaak!?”
At the touch of Vikir, Dolores jumped in surprise as if to faint.
Then, with her eyes closed tighter, she began to tremble. He was so frightened that he couldn’t even open his eyes.
“My father in heaven…”
“Stop reciting the Lord’s Prayer. Open your eyes first.”
Bikir deliberately scratched his voice and said.
Then Dolores gently opened one eye behind her tightly clasped hands.
“omg!?”
At last, Dolores’ expression is colored with astonishment.
Dolores, who had been staring blankly at Vikir’s mask for a long time, finally opened her mouth with a stutter.
“The Hound of the Bar Night…?”
“It’s easy.”
Bikir nods, and Dolores looks stunned once again.
Eventually, she barely spoke.
“It’s been a while… Nice to meet you.”
There are a lot of things I want to say, but my mouth is too small.
I didn’t know what to say, so my heart was choking.
Why he disappeared without a word as soon as the plague was over, why he raided the branches under the Quo Vadis family, where he had been and how he was… and what his identity was.
There were so many things I wanted to ask.
Even at a young age, she played executive roles such as the academy’s 3rd year student council president, newspaper department manager, and the saintess of the Quo Vadis family without difficulty.
Meanwhile, Bikir immediately got to the point.
“Why are you here?”
“That…that’s it.”
Dolores began to hesitate, this time for a completely different reason.
What she recalls was only a few tens of minutes ago.
* * *
Dolores came to her senses only after the boys had all gone.
“……hot!?”
It is only when you return to your room after washing your body thoroughly with warm water that you notice the crispy bedding.
It was after the friends who shared the same room had already cleaned the bed.
‘It’s a big deal!’
It was only then that Dolores, who had been almost insane, realized the seriousness of the situation.
He urinated himself, but the false accusation was covered by a petty person.
Even though he was the victim of his own urine!
Even an apology was not enough, and he even passed on the false accusation. It is a situation where the victim and the perpetrator are completely reversed.
If Dolores stays silent, Vikir will have the worst image.
A freshman in the first year, a senior in the third year, and the crime of urinating on the body of the student council president.
This was a serious matter that could lead to assassination threats, judging by the polarity of the passionate fan clubs in the academy who regard Dolores’ beauty as sacred.
‘That’s not allowed! I have to fix this!’
It’s late, but you have to do what you have to do.
Dolores approached the group of female students who were gathering and whispering.
Coincidentally, the female students were talking behind Bikir about the recent catastrophe.
“To be confident like that even after peeing on the saintess’ stomach. It sounds like an idiot, but isn’t it somehow cool?”
“I’m a little bit thrilled by that unbalanced figure standing confidently even in wet pants…” ”
Somehow, that stupidity seems to strangely stimulate maternal love… I just want to protect it. Change the diaper and .feed me some milk.”
Speaking of gossip, the direction the story flows is a little strange.
But Dolores didn’t hear it. So I closed my eyes and told the truth.
“Guys! Bikir did nothing wrong! I peed that!”
In an instant, the eyes of the female students widened.
…
After a moment of silence, everyone, including Bianca, sighed and put their hands on Dolores’ shoulder.
“Really, the president is a saint herself.”
“You don’t have to carry the title of manneken piss for that guy.”
“The manager’s spirit of sacrifice is amazing. If it were me, I don’t think I would have been able to protect him that much, even if he was my close friend. Let alone a junior I’m not close to at all…” Everyone seemed to not believe what Dolores said
.
“Oh no! Trust me! It’s really me who peed earlier! It’s not Bikir…!”
Dolores repeatedly revealed the truth out of frustration, but no one thought Dolores had urinated.
I just admire Dolores’ noble spirit of sacrifice to protect Bikir, who is peeing.
‘Ah-oh! driving me crazy!’
Dolores decided to give up the explanation.
Instead, she immediately took action to correct this misunderstanding.
Even if the superintendent found out, he intended to go out and meet Bikir, apologize formally, and clear up all misunderstandings.
It was late at night, but if you made an urgent request to the housekeeper, you might be able to call Bikir out of the boys’ dormitory.
‘The sooner the explanation, the better.’
Dolores immediately left the female dorm floor and headed towards the male dorm.
He intended to express his gratitude for bearing his fault instead and apologize for not being able to explain it right away.
And just then.
Dolores witnessed a suspicious shadow burning on the outer wall of the dormitory.
“……!”
Dolores, who was trying to find the housekeeper, stopped abruptly.
What I just saw is definitely a stork beak mask on the hem of a black cloak.
An unidentified phantom thief who appeared countless times even in dreams that he searched for so much.
An incomprehensible existence that is infinitely suspicious and infinitely heartfelt.
‘The Hound of the Night’ he was gliding under the moon obscured by dark clouds.
Dolores forgot everything she had ever thought about.
Then he immediately turned around and started moving in the direction the night hound was going.
I didn’t really have any thoughts of trying to catch him or stop him. Just…
* * *
“…I just wanted to talk.”
At Dolores’ words, Vikir laughed bitterly behind his mask.
I know what she is curious about.
You must be wondering why he stole the saint’s tears and why Quo Vadis destroyed the branches under it.
Dolores
‘ hand gripped Vikir’s collar.
Her eyes trembled like ripples in a lake.
“Why… why did you do that? That day, and that day, too, disappeared without a word.”
“…”
“Tell me. Isn’t that what you did? The branches of our family aren’t what you did, right? There was a misunderstanding?”
“…”
“Say something. Anything. Please…”
Dolores clenched Vikir’s collar with two small fists.
Eventually, she lowered her head and placed her forehead on Bikir’s chest, and continued in a watery voice.
“You’re not that kind of person. The villain everyone says…”
How should I answer this?
Dolores’ watery voice transcended trust and even felt a kind of camaraderie.
‘……Is it because of the ‘red death’ incident in the past?’
In the process of treating numerous patients with plague, unreasonable feelings of comradeship or comradeship may arise.
However, the feelings Dolores felt seemed to be much wider and deeper than Vikir expected.
The moment Bikir is about to open his mouth and say something.
“……!”
Bikir sensed a strange noise in his ears.
Whoops… Hooks…
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrled, it was a noise that sounded like the sound of boiling blood mixed with the sound of a wild animal gasping for breath.
Dolores also heard the aura of this ominous exhalation.
Dolores tugged at Bikir’s collar with a frighteningly trembling hand.
“You… did you see the notice?”
“……I saw.”
Vikir also nodded.
They are now standing on the emergency exit stairs in the background of options 4 and 14.
And this unpleasant breathing sound in my ears was automatically reminding me of item number 6 of the guide.
(6). If, while patrolling the halls, you hear a strange breathing sound in your ears even though nothing is around you, immediately lower yourself and lie on the floor.
And crouch down as little as possible and, likewise, make no noise.
After that, when the sound stops, call another member of staff to find and remove the stain on the ceiling.
‘Ephebo’
‘Ephebo’ The first high ranking undead guarding Quilty appeared.