Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 187

Episode 187 Aftereffects (2)

“…Brother?”

The faint scent of shampoo still lingers in the short silver hair that is not dry.

Sinclair. A commoner with no surname, just a given name. However, with overwhelming grades, a female student guarding the top of the fever donation club.

“…”

Instead of replying, Bikire only moved one eyebrow.

Considering the place and time, it was a rather unexpected meeting.

Why is she in a place like this at this time?

The question soon became clear.

“Hyung-ah knows too? This is the best spot for the Milky Way.”

Sinclair smiled broadly and held out something to Bikir. It was a small can of beer.

Push-

Sinclair opens the beer and brings the froth to his lips in haste.

Sinclair, who suddenly grew a white beard, grinned and handed Bikir a beer as well.

“It’s two cans, but I’ll give you a special one.”

“……thanks.”

Bikir pondered for a moment before accepting the beer.

“I didn’t expect to meet my brother here at this time of day. I thought it was a good place only I knew. I always come here and look at the Milky Way when I’m in a good mood.”

Having said that, Sinclair seemed to suddenly feel better.

He seemed to think something had worked.

But at that moment, Bikir had a completely different idea.

‘……It was a dangerous place. I’ll have to change the meeting place with Xindi Wendy from now on.’

From now on, a woman who thinks, ‘Wouldn’t it be possible to run into him occasionally if I come to this place?’

A man who thinks ‘I will never come back to this place’ from now on.

It was a very ironic statue dream.

Sinclair then put down the beer can and showed interest in the owl sitting next to Bikir.

“It’s an owl? It’s cute. Did you deliver the letter?”

[All-minus.]

“Ahahaha, you’re crying unusually.”

Sinclair stroked the owl’s round head.

Then he looked back at Bikir and said.

“Did you get a letter?”

“hmm.”

“To whom?”

“…”

Vikir, not knowing what to call Sindi Wendy, just shut up.

Then Sinclair’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you a woman?”

On the owl’s head is a greenish-gold ribbon, the color of Sindi Wendy’s hair.

It was true that Sindi Wendy was a woman, so Vikir just quietly nodded.

Then Sinclair’s expression hardened slightly.

“Wow~ I see a love affair on campus, this hyung. I’m confident that I won’t drop grades while dating, right? Is it good to do CC! Who among the freshmen doesn’t have a romance for CC…” “It’s not like that.

”

Bikir briefly dismissed Sinclair’s words.

At the words of Bikir, who firmly denied the relationship, Sinclair hesitated for a moment, then let out a breath.

It was a sigh of strange relief.

“Hyung, what if… it’s really disappointing if you’re hiding this from me because it’s a secret relationship? It’s okay for us to tell each other things like this.

……Chanchin? Bikir didn’t understand what he meant, but he didn’t bother asking.

After that, Sinclair chattered and talked a lot to himself.

Vikir was a little surprised because she was usually a girl who wasn’t normally this talkative when she was at school.

Sinclair shook the half-left beer with a sad expression before he knew it and opened his mouth as if he had suddenly remembered it.

“Ah, hyung, what’s your relationship with the president?”

When you say president, you mean Dolores student council president.

If asked what his relationship with Dolores was, Vikir could confidently answer in one word.

“irrelevance.”

“Ah~ I don’t think so?”

Sinclair’s eyes narrowed as she patted Bikir’s side with her elbow.

“It’s nothing to do with anything, but the president has been looking for his brother like that for the past few days?”

“?”

Bikir’s eyes widened as if he had never heard of them.

Why is Dolores looking for her?

Even so, there are too many meetings these days.

The principal, the president, the captain, the director, the president, the boss, the boss, the boss… I was just stressing out why so many heads were looking for me.

Even the crown prince would give him a commendation, so he said let’s see him.

‘……I don’t have time to study, let alone assassinate.’

The fact that Xindi Wendy said that it would take about a month to analyze the information was considered a good thing.

Sinclair shrugged.

“I don’t know either. Anyway, Chairman Dolores has been secretly looking for Hyungah lately.”

“Then, did you come to the archery range to find me?”

“Eh? I saw you, why didn’t you meet me?”

“……The roads diverged.”

It is not possible to say that he turned into a dog and hid and then ran away to avoid being neutered.

Sinclair nodded and emptied the beer.

Puha –

The unique smell of burnt barley spreads through the night sky.

She leaned against the railing, resting her chin on her hand, looking rather helpless.

“i envy you.”

“?”

Bikir tilts his head with his arms crossed.

Sinclair smiled as he brushed the beer froth from his mouth with his thumb.

“Your brother is always like that.”

“?”

“Not asking first. It’s my style.”

At Sinclair’s words, Vikir smiled lightly.

Bikir, who was born and raised as a hunting dog, is not used to questioning anyone.

Just waiting for the owner to open his mouth first. Because that was the virtue of a hound.

Are you tired of always approaching and talking first?

Bikir’s attitude seemed to approach Sinclair in a different way.

“I said that I was jealous… I just said it because I was jealous of my older brother.”

“is it?”

“That’s right. They’re classmates, but the gap is huge.”

Sinclair looked back at Bikir with a strange look.

A first-year undergraduate student who has already published three or four research papers at a level that will turn the academia upside down.

A monster irregular who is far beyond the level of a typical undergraduate.

Usually, the level of first-year undergraduate students is like this, for example.

-Professor: Today I’m going to give a lecture on how to eat salmon deliciously~

-1st year undergraduate student 1: Wow! What is salmon?

-1st year undergraduate 2: Is salmon edible?

-1st year undergraduate 3: What is flatfish?

And by the time you reach the senior year of your senior year, things are a little different.

-Professor: Today I’m going to give a lecture on how to eat salmon deliciously~

-4th grade undergraduate student 1: …

-Professor: …

-4th grade undergraduate student 1: …

-Professor: What are you doing? I’m not catching salmon.

The 1st and 4th years are different in terms of depth of study.

However, Bikir had already reached the level of a graduate student, or even a professor, far beyond the level of a 4th grader.

Moreover, what about the practical grades?

Bikir, who was suspected of being a beginner, let alone a low-level expert, revealed the skills of a high-level expert that he had been hiding.

This is a tremendous state that is hard to imagine for a commoner. It was on par with the prominent late exponents of the 7th family, or maybe even higher.

“It is written and written. Hyung-ah is a man who daunts his classmates in many ways.”

“…”

“I heard that you’ve already been meeting a lot with celebrities one or two generations above you? Everyone envy you.”

Actually, Bikir is irritated by it, but it seems desperate and distant to others.

But Bikir was well aware.

“…”

Money? authority? honor? That all those good things become garbage without any value after the era of destruction has begun.

At that time, all existing order will collapse and all values will be overturned.

As one great writer put it, ‘an era in which survival becomes a shallow joke’ is coming soon.

“It’s all nonsense.”

At Bikir’s words, Sinclair tilted her head again.

“Sometimes when I see Hyung-ah, it seems like he’s not from this world.”

Those words made Bikir’s heart tingle a little.

Sinclair grinned again.

“Looking at what you’re talking about, you’re so old~ Who would think you’re 18 years old! Then why don’t you leave the world and hide somewhere?”

And the empty beer can is crushed.

Sinclair placed it in the palm of her hand and raised the mana.

Kurreuk!

It is so hot that it creates a white-looking flame that melts the beer can.

It soon has a new appearance due to the iron attribute mana.

A rabbit with a pocket watch. A very elaborate metal figure sat in the palm of Sinclair’s hand.

“Did you hear that rumor?”

Sinclair said while fiddling with the stuffed rabbit.

“This time, I mean, among the Class of 20 classmates, the royal family who hid their identities entered the school.”

“Isn’t that just a joke going around the stock market?”

“…Umm~ Well, how about it?”

Sinclair replied in a somewhat dubious tone.

“If you’re from the royal family, your talents are definitely not average. Since you’re descended from the great prophet, His Majesty the First Emperor, you’re probably different from your average peers, right?”

“…”

“I don’t want to stand out too much from the beginning of the semester, so I’m going to live my life hiding my skills. That way, I’m going to hide my identity and enter the school. Maybe I’m thinking of recruiting talented people to keep by my side? ”

“…”

“But I wouldn’t have been able to hide my skills until a critical moment. For example, if close friends were in danger during an exam.”

“stop.”

Bikir dismissed Sinclair again.

“I am not of the imperial family.”

“…I never said that my older brother was of the royal family?”

“?”

Bikir tilted his head.

Sinclair just laughs bashfully.

The sight reminded Bikir of a platform.

‘Come to think of it, this woman, Sinclair, was an unknown person before.’

Bikir recalled the memories before returning.

After Sinclair graduates from the academy, he loses contact with all of his peers.

And just like that, it disappears from history forever.

After graduating from the academy before returning, Hive, Middle, and Low, who have aged quite a bit, also often ask, “What will Sinclair do now?” ‘Since he’s the guy who hasn’t missed the chief of fever donation for all four years, he must be living well anywhere’ ‘Where did he come from and where did he go?’ I used to have conversations and so on.

Talking about the amazing grades and records she set while attending the academy as memories.

……When Bikir was thinking about this and that.

“True. Hyung, what are you doing after the midterm this time?”

Sinclair asked again.

“It’s a week-long vacation after midterm exams. Do you have any plans then?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Back and lower body. And archery training.”

“…Not exercise and training.”

Sinclair pursed her lips once with a thin expression.

Then he spoke.

“If you have free time, come and play at my house. Let’s have a meal.”

Sinclair’s invitation was a bit unexpected.

Bikir raised one eyebrow.

Come to think of it, Sinclair had made a similar suggestion to Bikir before

. Dantalian’s act of collecting donations for orphaned children Sinclair and Vikir had this conversation when they asked if they would like to pay

donations

.

‘……No money.’

It was said that there was no real reason.

Because Vikir had decided not to accept any support from the Baskervilles.

However, he was not currently receiving financial support from Sindi Wendy.

Because his disguised status as a commoner could raise unnecessary suspicions.

Anyway. Then. Sinclair looked a bit puzzled,

“Money? Why don’t you have any money? Even though you’re an academy student. Aren’t you being too ruthless? It’s a pity that the children here don’t have parents. We have to help them.”

‘I don’t really need anything like parents.’

‘Eh?’

‘Anyway, you have to get through the world on your own. The existence of parents only functions during childhood when others’ help is essential, and is unnecessary otherwise.’

Bikir’s thought has not changed then and now: Why

are the children in the orphanage so pitiful

?

It’s a much happier and more comfortable life than being raised as a hound in the Baskervilles.’The

world’ is something to overcome through a fight full of pain, and ‘parents’ are just an early guide to help you through the first tutorial of that long fight

.

Bikir was just functionally looking at the existence of parents, and it was a natural value in the Baskervilles, where they had lived their whole life, and in the ‘Age of Destruction’, where they had lived half their lives. However, those who have experienced war and those who have not experienced it can understand each other

. No way.

Bikir was aware that he might seem a little strange to people at a time when the age of destruction had not yet arrived,

so he didn’t expect anything.

…But.

“Okay . ? You must come and visit.”

Sinclair was looking at Bikir with a serious expression he hadn’t seen before.

Not his usual curious and lively expression, but a heavy and sorrowful atmosphere.

She was sending eyes as if she understood and sympathized with Bikir. Just like in the past.

”

Now then, my part-time job time is approaching!”

Sinclair put something down in front of Bikir and walked towards the exit on the roof.

‘Is he also part-time? At this time?’

Bikir tilted his head, but

Sinclair just smiled and waved.

Then

…

Boom!

The roof door closed. There

,

a rabbit with a pocket watch running frantically as if busy was staring at Bikir.