Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 204

Episode 204 Mixed Bathing (2)

“……What are you guys doing right now?”

Student President Dolores. The academy’s youngest early entrant, and the current senior in the third year.

She is the most notable saintess in Quo Vadis, one of the 7 great families of the Empire, and at the same time, one of the most influential among the young nobles of the Empire.

With her in front of her, the sophomores were literally frozen.

senior student. They lag behind in terms of skills and grades, and lag behind in the family.

Unless they are idiots, they should know how to read the mood.

It is clear that the food bowl and water bowl held in Dolores’ one hand were prepared for stray dogs or stray cats nearby.

They then kicked, spat on, poked with broken bottles, and lit cigarettes with an abandoned puppy in the middle.

“…Eh, since when have you seen it?”

The guy in the front asked with a trembling voice.

Dolores replied with a cold expression and voice she hadn’t seen or heard in the past two years while they were in school.

“I didn’t see it from the beginning.”

At those words, the second years seemed a bit relieved.

but.

“But I’ve seen enough to despise you guys.”

As Dolores continued, their faces began to turn white again.

Dolores, for whom the word saint could not be more appropriate, had always displayed an angelic heart.

His warm and friendly smile, kind attitude and soft voice were always liked and followed by everyone on campus.

……But what about now?

Dolores’ expression was as cold as the wind blowing through Hokkaido.

It’s much more frightening when someone who doesn’t normally get angry gets angry.

It was the first time anyone had ever seen Dolores, who had always been lithe, so angry.

Before long, Dolores walked through the group and hugged Bikir on the floor.

Bikir, in the body of a small black puppy, was caught by Dolores in a haphazard way.

Dolores

cautiously reached out her hand in case Vikir felt pain, and hugged her tightly to her chest.

“Did it hurt a lot?”

The warm voice that flowed into my ears was carrying, albeit weakly, divine power.

Just listening to it makes the wounds on the body a little less bitter.

Meanwhile, the six sophomores were quietly backing away, noticing.

‘Ah, I really messed with a bastard, and it looks like it’s going to get stuck.’

‘I know Chairman Dolores really hates things like this.’

‘Don’t waste your time harassing me, I’ll just kill you.’

At that time, Dolores looked over at the second year students in front of her and said,

“……That most serial killers start their crimes through animal cruelty. Do you know?”

At those sad blue eyes, everyone shrank their heads between their shoulders.

But they also had objections.

“That’s an exaggerated metaphor. Aren’t we the elite who will lead this country?”

“That’s right. Accusations like that for briefly roughing up a dog without an owner due to school stress.”

“I apologize for making a mistake while we were drunk, but aren’t we just dirty dogs carrying diseases anyway?”

The words of those who protested in their own way made Dolores’ expression even more frozen.

“Lead the country? You guys?”

Only then did the spirit of alcohol completely disappear from the faces of the 2nd year students.

Dolores spoke again.

“The academy is a place to nurture talented people who will lead the country. And in order to graduate from the academy and take charge of state affairs, the weak need a spirit that is weak and the strong strong.”

In her words, I could feel the conviction that was harder than steel.

And it is forged and forged by passion to become a sharp dagger.

“But you’re the opposite. Strong against the weak and weak against the strong. People like that are teeming with people outside the academy. Is there any reason why we should entrust such common people with the country’s important responsibilities?”

nobility disqualified. yellow sprouts. Those who don’t deserve to be called elite. A pest that will harm more people the more one advances in high-ranking positions.

Dolores showed no mercy to them.

“With the president’s authority, I will give each of you penalty points. I will impose all the penalty points I can impose on all six of you in one year.”

The authority of the student council president is strong. It is because the professors granted some autonomy to the student council.

In other words, the president of the student council could expel a few students from school altogether if he took his heart seriously.

Of course, if you imposed penalty points on the children of prominent families in this way, there might be noise, but in the case of the six bullies here, there is no particularly outstanding background.

It is impossible for a small noble family in the countryside to protest against Quo Vadis, a religious chant.

Only then did the six people in front of them grasp the situation.

“Chairman of the meeting! Isn’t this this? How can you expel a junior from school…

”

“Well, I also belong to the aristocratic faction. Please have mercy!”

Sophomores knelt on the floor and sighed, as if the spirit of alcohol had all but disappeared.

They deserved it, but getting their kids into the academy costs a ton of money.

An ordinary family is unimaginable, and even a wealthy aristocratic family is quite burdensome.

However, just graduating from this academy brings wealth and power, so just being able to enter here is a great honor.

……But what if you enter here and get expelled?

Great honor only breeds great dishonor.

In addition, the influence of the religious chant Quo Vadis on the entire country was so great that if you hated them once, your career path was blocked.

Isn’t Quo Vadis the family that represents Rune, the state religion of the Empire, and the Church of Rune?

As long as he was taken by Dolores, the saint of Quo Vadis, his life as an aristocrat in the empire was virtually over.

Because it will be impossible to achieve good reputation for the rest of your life.

Moreover, the fact that a young late exponent within the family was placed in such a situation means that even the family in question is on the path of decline.

Stock prices will plummet and market capitalization will evaporate.

There was a strong possibility that all trade routes and jobs within and outside the family would be cut off altogether.

“I was wrong, Mr. President!”

“Please look at the penalty points! Please! Please!”

“Save me! I’m beaten to death by my father! Have mercy!”

The sophomores, who finally understood the current situation correctly, knelt down and begged.

“Did you guys have mercy on this poor puppy?”

Dolores was still strong.

To the extent that there is no room for a needle to go through.

* * *

Bathroom.

Plop-

Bikir took a dip in the warm water.

Salangsalang-

Where is the person who doesn’t like warm water? Regardless of the will, the tail moves spontaneously.

night hound. wounded and tired. Still a black puppy.

Bikir closed his eyes and recalled what had happened earlier.

‘Did you guys show mercy to this poor puppy?’

Dolores rarely took a very hard line.

It’s like she was called the ‘Iron Saint’ on the battlefield before returning, even though it was very slight, it was visible.

‘Surprisingly. Until the battle of destruction with the demons began, she was evaluated as indecisive.’

It seemed that the fight with Dantalian had changed her a lot.

Bogle-

Bikir was deep in thought with his nose in the bathtub.

I could feel my body slowly recovering.

The bath water that received Dolores’ protection is weak, but it has divine power, so it is no exaggeration to say that it is holy water, so it is only natural.

Bikir was immersed in this place, lost in thought.

eighth hour. Corpse Queen.

One drop short of that, and I couldn’t kill her in the end.

‘If only my level had been higher.’

Grader top-notch. It is clearly a powerful enough force to represent a country, but it was still beyond one’s strength to deal with Tensangshi alone.

Moreover, no matter how suddenly they met, it is a fact worthy of reflection that they struggled against the corpse queen who could only use half of their strength.

‘Hey, I borrowed the Baskerville Knights during Andromalius’ time, and Saint Dolores was with me during Dantalian’s time.’

In the end, you need strength to hunt demons 1:1.

Bikir perfectly mastered the still incomplete Baskerville 7th, and at the same time began to seek a way to rise to the level of a sword master.

Upper jaw anterior and central incisors lateral incisors molars.

And the wisdom teeth of the lower jaw, premolars, molars.

A true 7th tooth can be achieved only when the 6th and 7th diets are properly harmonized, but the seventh tooth that Vikir can create is still small and unstable.

The 10th set of ‘daunting ambush teeth’ were called ‘ambush horizontal twin wisdom teeth’ for the sixth and seventh teeth. This is the ultimate murder technique that can be used only when you understand the subtle logic between Type 6 and Type 7…’ The

following was clearly written in the textbook of Type 6.

-In order to overcome the wall of six meals, you must throw away all of human emotions, ‘joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure’.

And in the twin swordsmanship that forms an exquisite combination with the following 7th and 6th formulas, the contents were described as follows.

In order to reach the -7th level, we need to regain human emotions, ‘Happiness, Joy, Anger, and Joy’.

Only by discarding emotions of joy, sadness, and sorrow can you overcome the wall of the highest level of graduate students.

However, in order to become a sword master, he had to regain his emotions of joy and sorrow.

‘I have no idea what this means. Do you mean to rekindle the emotions you’ve killed?’

Bikir in the previous life also rose to the level of a graduate.

As he crossed countless dead lines and lost countless colleagues, Vikir gradually became a precise and ruthless murder weapon, and he was able to step on the level of a graduate without hesitation.

But that was it.

Bikir could never become a sword master. I didn’t know the theory, and I didn’t know how to do it in practice.

But now it’s different. A situation where the road to the level above the Master has been paved.

Vikir thought about Hugo’s inaction in killing Andromalius.

‘I killed all my emotions to become an iron man. But does it mean that emotions are necessary to become superhuman? What the hell is this…’

Vikir was taught how to kill emotions by Hugo.

It was a way of raising hounds whose purpose was not to raise them well, but to throw them away.

‘If you think about it now, it’s a way to quickly grow into a property to a certain extent. It’s a training method to create an army of entry-level graduates, so it doesn’t suit me right now.’

It seemed that a change was needed in the training method focused on practical experience.

How can I rekindle the emotions that have already dried up and worn out?

“…”

When Vikir was seriously thinking about it.

A

small noise pricked Bikir’s ears.

and soon.

“……!”

In an instant, complicated thoughts were disturbed.

An event so startling that even the veteran Bikir loses his composure for an instant.

“Chocolate~ My sister came in too. Let’s wash together!”

Saint Dolores had entered the bathroom.