Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 175

Episode 175 Anti-Columnist (4)

Dolores.

She read the article in the newspaper and once again thought of Bikir.

‘Night Hound’

– ‘Night Hound’ has crossed the line. The crime of scorning the imperial family and the seven generations has reached the heavens… Giving up right now and waiting with your neck stretched is the last chance to greet peaceful words…!

To be honest, it didn’t feel very good to see the bitter criticism being directed at the night hound.

And that bad mood became even worse because I saw the scene where Bikir, who had made time to meet, was again cursing at the night hound.

“An evil villain like ‘Night Hound’ will be punished someday.”

The moment she heard the words of her juniors, including Bikir, Dolores felt a prick in her heart.

It was even sadder and more devastating than when he heard his own swear words.

‘……You guys are swearing at him for knowing something.’

Ordinary people who curse heroes But I know I can’t blame them for that.

Like the great prophet ‘Lun’, who wore a crown of thorns and carried a stake on his back by citizens in the distant past, the Hound of the Night is making such a noble sacrifice even at the risk of becoming the target of everyone’s misunderstanding and hostility.

‘It was said that true heroes do not force blood on the masses.’

Dolores bit her lip.

He could scold his juniors and shout the innocence of the night hound… but that wouldn’t be what he wanted.

‘are you okay. Even if not everyone knows the sacrifice of the Night Hound. just me I just need to know and remember his sacrifice.’

A genius and a prophet the world does not understand.

Dolores even felt a sense of mission in the reality that only she could understand him.

ordinary citizen. As the ignorant masses hate, hate, fear, loathe the night hounds.

Dolores’ feelings for the night hound turn into affection, respect, longing, and a heartbreaking feeling that she herself can’t quite define.

Dolores’s unheard-of heart was growing bigger and bigger as the days passed, and now she couldn’t sleep well at night.

These days, every day is unfamiliar to the emotions I feel for the first time in my life.

“…”

Dolores removed her hand from the railing and turned around.

I came to meet Bikir, but I can’t talk to him because I’m afraid I’ll get angry when I see his face now.

She’s not even in a position to be angry.

It was not a good time to have a conversation, so she had no choice but to turn her back on Bikir.

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Back in her dorm room, Dolores took a shower and sat at her desk.

‘I still have to talk to Bikir.’

Bikir is the only academy student to witness the Night Hound firsthand.

So it was necessary to hear what he saw that day.

and another one.

“…I definitely have to apologize for the manneken piss incident.”

Bikir is like a benefactor to Dolores.

It is because he took the stigma of being a mannequin on behalf of Dolores, who made a mistake after drinking.

It would have been really difficult to say that it was you who urinated in that situation where everyone’s eyes were focused.

It is unknown what reason Bikir had in sacrificing himself in such a situation, but since he did not specifically ask for a price or show condescension, it is assumed that it was a pure intention.

“…Haa, if you don’t insult the Hound of the Night, you’re a really good junior.”

Dolores had ambivalent feelings towards Vikir.

At first, he was a cheeky junior who was not interested at all, or even hated it.

I thought he was a little unusual friend when I saw him sing a military song during the freshman talent show and make the old professors cry, but… Since then, his image has gradually deteriorated due to frequent tardiness and penalty points.

I was warned several times for looking at the rules lightly, such as dozing off in class or wandering around in forbidden areas.

< Bikir-life attitude score (deduction factor) >

– Use the emergency exit on the 3rd grade floor of the dormitory building – 1 point

– Access to the 4th grade exclusive area at the gymnasium – 1 point

– Use the central staircase on the 1st floor of the poison experiment building – 1 point

– Controlling the breeding ground for experiments Area entry – 1 point

– Using the central stairs on the 6th floor of the professor’s research room – 1 point

– Using the central stairs on the 3rd floor of the practice room dedicated to fever donation – 1 point

– Accessing the physical training room outside of operating hours – 1 point

– Prohibited passage except for those involved next to the food warehouse of the cafeteria Entry -1 point

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Looking at Bikir’s penalty points again, it was heartbreaking.

How can you record these numbers as soon as you enter school?

Dolores, who has always lived a regular and upright life, could not have imagined it.

‘Especially in the case of the control area of the breeding house, the penalty points were 3 points, originally…’

Did you say that the arms are bent inward?

Since he was a junior in the same club, it was also Dolores’ consideration that he closed his eyes to some extent and adjusted the penalty point to 1 point.

However, after that, Bikir’s image was completely stamped as a delinquent due to the continued penalty points.

……but.

‘He volunteered so hard to be dismissed as a bad student.’

When volunteering at an orphanage, Bikir worked diligently and silently in places where no one else could see, such as the toilet, restaurant, plumbing room, laundromat, playroom, and playground.

It’s hard and hard, but the work that doesn’t come out of the tee.

A strange guy who grew up only finely and was not accustomed to dirty work, and when other academy students couldn’t even work for one person, he took on more than 5-6 jobs by himself.

In addition, Bikir even threw away his whole body to rescue children’s toys that had fallen into the cesspit at the last moment.

The figure of giving back the ball to the children while dripping filth from the body is similar to killing itself.

Who would be so willing to jump into a cesspit for someone else?

And Bikir’s act of giving himself up for others wasn’t the only thing that happened that day.

‘People can drink and make mistakes.’

These were the words of Bikir, who was framed for Dolores who was peeing.

What Bikir said then must have been about Dolores.

Remembering that moment, Dolores’ face turns red again.

“After that, no matter how much I tried to explain, it was useless.”

Dolores revealed several times that she was the one who peed, but everyone laughed it off, saying it couldn’t be.

Rather, he knew that he was sacrificing himself on behalf of Bikir and only praised him.

After that, Bikir’s image at school got worse and Dolores’ image got better and better, and Dolores felt sorry for that.

Haha,

Dolores let out a deep sigh.

I have to apologize and express my gratitude for taking care of the children at the nursery school and for carrying the nickname of manneken piss instead.

But apart from that, I couldn’t help but feel angry whenever Bikir insulted the Night Hound.

Because the night hound is the noblest and noblest person she has ever known.

“Phew…… That’s why you can’t defend the night hound in front of a kid who doesn’t know anything. Maybe this would be a good thing.”

Dolores put her hand on her forehead.

After thinking about it for a while, she came to a conclusion.

Irrespective of the night hound, I must convey my apology and gratitude to Bikir.

I also had to ask for information about the night hounds.

“Yes. Let’s distinguish between public and private affairs. Apologize for what you need to apologize for and thank for what you should be grateful for.”

Dolores leaves the dorm in search of Bikir.

“I’m sorry and thank you, but I can’t go bare-handed. Besides, I have to ask for information about the Night Hound. Vikir… what does he need?”

Dolores was in a difficult position in many ways.

Since she had never been in debt to anyone in her life, this situation was very awkward.

at that time. Suddenly, she sees a familiar face in front of her eyes.

A cute face with a chubby body.

It was a junior called Piggy, who was always with Bikir.

“Piggy. Do you know where Vikir is now?”

“Old? Oops! Hello, President! If it’s Bikir, he’s probably practicing for a performance evaluation at the gymnasium right now! But why…?”

“It’s just. I thought I’d take care of the juniors in the club before the exam. Take this too.”

It was a genealogy related to the written exam, and was a summary of key points Dolores had taken in her freshman year.

Piggy accepted it and put on a thrilled expression.

“I’ll see you with Vikir! Thank you!”

“Oh no. You can give it to Vikir separately. There are many copies.”

“Ah, is that so? Then just pass this forest road and cross the hill, and there will be a training ground where Bikir practices!”

It was the place where the archery class was held, and the students were supposed to practice freely during this time.

‘Bikir used a bow.’

Dolores nodded and headed for the gymnasium.

Thinking hard in my head what to say first to Bikir, whom I will meet soon.