Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 162

Episode 162 Crime and Punishment (1)

And thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

He hides his naked evil deeds with old words stolen from the Bible, so he looks like a saint even when he does devilish things.

-William Shakespeare 『Richard Ⅲ』中-

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Quality.

The head of the Indulgentia family, a family belonging to Quo Vadis, a religious chant.

A sincere follower of Runonism, an ardent evangelist, an honorary mayor eating the rust of the imperial family, and at the same time a benevolent orphanage director who takes care of children who have nowhere else to go.

However, it was all just a mask, behind which an ugly devil’s face lurked.

Quilty looked down at Geronto’s corpse with a kind smile.

“Ho-ho-ho! You’ve got a very harpoon.”

His gaze shifted to the four black hilts that peeked out of Vikir’s cloak.

Ephebo and Hebe Pedo were the things Geronto was wearing on his face.

Quilty grunted as if he was in trouble.

“Are all four of them broken? I borrowed them from ‘that bitch’, so I have to return them someday, but this is such a big deal. What an uproar that that damn girl is going to be!

” It was an exaggerated gesture and tone.

Meanwhile.

Dolores, who saw Quilty’s relaxed smile throughout, stepped forward in a rage.

“You bastard! How can you wear the mask of a saint and do such an ugly thing! Bringing a demon into the nursery school!? What the hell is your plan!”

“Hohohohoho! What’s your plan? Didn’t the saintess see it in person? What was found under Quo Vadis’ affiliated nursery school or monastery hospital grounds?”

Dolores tilted her head, unable to understand Quilty’s words for a moment.

And then she realized. What Quilty was talking about now.

‘bone! A human skeleton!’

Yes.

demons eat humans Among them, only very young bodies.

Eventually, Quilty licked his lips and smirked.

“As expected, young humans are the best. It’s delicious.”

It was an obvious provocation.

Dolores was glaring at Quilty with a mixture of surprise and anger on her face.

“Cannibals! Cannibals! You guys are really demons…!”

“Since I’ve been a bit of a cannibal, it’s a bit of a shame to call it a devil unconditionally, right? A lot of people, including me, eat it. High-ranking people.”

“What!?”

Dolores opens her mouth in amazement.

But Quilty was unconcerned throughout.

“Those who have enjoyed all kinds of delicacies on high places are naturally interested in ingredients that they have not eaten.

“Don’t talk nonsense! There’s no way someone like that could exist!”

“Hohohohoho. Why is there no such thing? There are a lot of them in your Quo Vadis alone.”

“……!”

Dolores staggered once, as if genuinely shocked.

Quilty giggled and continued.

“I understand. The shock must be great. But, saintess. Humans usually have multiple faces. No one knows what kind of face they have behind them, even if they are faithful priests in front of them.”

“gibberish!”

“Ho-ho-ho. That’s nonsense. Does the saintess always live with only one face? Have you never made an embarrassing face? Can you say for sure that you’ve never made an ugly face and boiled your insides under the mask of hypocrisy? ”

At those words, Dolores’ pupils shook slightly.

there is.

I recently did something embarrassing.

Bikir. A male student belonging to the same club at the same academy.

Although he is older than her, he is two years younger than her.

Recently, Dolores drank too much while playing a board game, and had been rude to Bikir’s pants.

And in order to escape the situation, he even committed an unscrupulous act of blaming Bikir (although not voluntarily).

Is that all?

If you look at it small, you can mention the mannequin case, and if you look at it big, there are even more.

A saintess who should love and embrace all people.

A candidate for Sogaju who has to live up to his family’s expectations.

The leader of the New Testament faction who must oppose the Old Testament faction.

An exemplary student who should remain the pride of the school.

The student council president, who should be an example to his juniors, and

the newspaper manager, who should always be fair and just.

.

.

After all, she also has many faces and various desires such as agony, burden, inferiority complex, hatred, and laziness.

So Dolores stood still, momentarily speechless.

at that time.

…chin!

There was a hand on her shoulder.

Rough and rough, but warm touch.

The Night Hound stood right next to Dolores.

His low voice tickled my ears.

“I can make mistakes. That’s why I’m human.”

Moment. Dolores felt the pressure that had been pressuring her body all at once melt away.

It wasn’t just the pressure of having the devil in front of him.

It feels like all the pressure I felt while living in a position of great responsibility as a saint, student council president, etc., has been relieved at once.

Like a little salvation. It was a feeling that a corner of my heart was comforted.

“…Really?”

Dolores asked with a lot of emotion.

Vikir silently nodded.

Of course, it was an act without any intention.

‘If a person is in a hurry, he might pee once.’

Bikir was just talking about getting drunk and rude about his pants.

However, Dolores seemed to be comforted in many (?) ways.

Moment.

‘……Oops! It can’t be released!’

Dolores reached out and patted her cheek.

When the night hound told me it was okay, I felt relieved somehow.

Even I was surprised.

Dolores, realizing that she had been relying heavily on the night hound all this time, unknowingly, made up her mind.

‘I am a saint. And he’s the candidate for the head of the Quo Vadis family. You should be someone’s support, don’t lean on anyone!’

However, even with such a firm resolution, I couldn’t help but keep looking at the wide back of the night hound.

……Meanwhile.

Quilty narrowed his eyes and looked at Vikir.

The saintess of the Quo Vadis family was born with great potential and talent, but because she was still young and immature, she was able to cook and boil with just three inches of her tongue.

However, the plan to shake the saintess’s mind failed because an unexpected guest appeared.

Quilty looked at Bikir with the corner of his mouth smiling but not smiling.

“By the way, what the hell are you? You’re the one who has been raiding branches under my umbrella lately? You must be the one Ephebo took care of a while ago.”

“You know what do you keep asking?”

Quilty laughed at Vikir’s growling reply.

“Okay. I’m getting tired of this middle-aged actor’s face anyway. I wanted another young and pretty face. I have a hobby of collecting really pretty faces. Just like yours.”

Quilty seemed to see through Vikir’s plague doctor’s mask with his unique ability related to ‘face’ and ‘mask’.

Meanwhile, hearing that, Dolores looked back at Vikir with her eyes slightly wide open.

‘……Mr. Night Hound looks handsome. It’s surprising.’

Since she cannot see the face behind Vikir’s mask, she can only guess based on Quilty’s words.

‘Is it a beauty that even the devil would covet?’

Dolores blamed herself for being tempted by Quilty’s words even though she knew she shouldn’t be like this.

Meanwhile. Quilty continued to mutter.

“Hohohoho! I’ve always coveted the skin of Saint Dolores’s face, but it turned out well. And since I’m able to get a prettier face than that, what’s the point of this cake? Two new faces will be added to my collection today… ..!?”

But he couldn’t utter his lines to the end.

“Gap.”

Bikir’s voice rang out briefly. It’s because

Quilty

‘s head split into two pieces in one blow.

“… …?”

Quilty’s skull split into left and right sides.

Vikir landed lightly behind Quilty, who was spitting out black blood.

Iahab (居合). A series of extremely polished blade swords and quick sword lead swords.

At the same time as Bikir stood up on the steep ledge.

…thud!

Quilty fell down the railing and crashed.

Seeing this scene, Dolores put on a dazed expression.

“?”

Could it end like this?

For a final boss, it was incredibly futile.

……In fact, rather than Quilty’s death in vain, it was correct to assume that Vikir hadn’t fully revealed her skills until now, but there was no way Dolores knew that.

and.

“Of course this is not the end.”

Bikir warned Dolores.

“Get ready. The ‘real’ will come from now on.”

And as if to prove Vikir’s words, Quilty jumped up from the floor.

He spoke softly, his mouth split in two.

[What… … is it?]

Quilty’s two eyeballs were so bloodshot that it seemed like they didn’t belong to normal creatures.

It was only then that he smelled Bikir.

The smell of demon hunters that only demons can sense.

It was something that had been tightly hidden under a mask and black cloth.

Bikir started to show his momentum in earnest.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsutsu…

Black air currents and red air currents fiercely wrapped around Bikir’s whole body.

The hidden power and energy exploded, and at the same time, the spirit of the hound that had been running through countless battlefields revealed its teeth.

Naturally, the smell of countless drops of blood on his teeth also began to emanate.

devil’s blood. And among them, the most recent bloodstain.

It belonged to Andromalius, the tenth poet!

The last words left by the dying demon of the Demon King class were roughly engraved in Vikir’s soul and remained as deep marks, which soon became karma of life, making Vikir’s soul and body even more ferocious and strong.

And there was no way Quilty wouldn’t be able to smell it.

Finally, the smile completely disappeared from his lips.

[Could it be that Andromalius… … lost contact recently…?]

Vikir didn’t answer.

However, the hidden aura exploded more strongly, and the smell of Andromalius’ blood only grew thicker.

Through that, Quilty, who realized that Andromalius was killed by Vikir right in front of his eyes, soon let out a desperate sigh.

[Ohhh! In order to open the gate to the Demon Realm, ten Demon Lords must gather their magic! In a yard like this… … Now that one is gone, the burden on the remaining nine will only increase! Andromalius you idiot!] The more

his voice distorted, the more Quilty’s appearance began to change.

[This is unforgivable! The great work… It has been delayed for more than ten years!]

A bitter cry, a cry of lamentation.

The voice was so terrible that just hearing it made me sick to my stomach and made me vomit.

Deed Dede Deuk!

Soon after, Quilty threw off the pitiful skin of a human and began to bring out the true nature of the time when he was walking sideways in the demon realm.

“Huh!?”

Dolores swallowed the wind and stepped back.

but.

“…”

Vikir watched all of this with a calm attitude, not stepping back.

‘It’s finally up.’

Of the ten poems, nine counts, ‘Dantalian’!

It was the opponent Bikir had been waiting for.