Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 205

Episode 205 Mixed bathing (3)

Bikire was a little bit embarrassed.

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

Saint Dolores entered the bathroom.

Dolores Rune Quo Vadis Who is she?

The saintess of salvation who appeared in the age of destruction.

A hero of turbulent times who healed the wounded and punished the evil beings.

During the Warring States Period, when many minor countries were scattered, a being that was valued more than St. Joan of Arc or St. Hyeresa, classical saints who were widely known throughout the continent.

In the ‘Age of Destruction’, when blood formed rivers and corpses piled up mountains, the authority and sanctity of Dolores’ name was comparable to that of a goddess.

……however?

I never thought I would see that Dolores in the bathroom to take a bath.

Bikir swallowed, closing his eyes tightly.

Of course, I don’t feel any disrespectful feelings like lust.

‘……But regardless of that, if my comrades see this scene, they will try to kill me.’

Dolores was an object of worship for the comrades who fought together in the battle against the demon world.

Because in those days everyone, big or small, owed her life at least once.

Therefore, if they knew that Bikir was now in the bathroom with Dolores in the body of a dog, his comrades would surely open an ax eye.

In particular, it was certain that the paladin-type comrades would pull out their swords, saying it was blasphemy.

‘Comrades, I’m sorry. I’ll get you out of here quickly.’

Bikir hurried to get out of the bathtub, feeling bitterly guilty.

of course.

“Choco, where are you going! I’m going to take a bath with my sister!”

With a bright smile on her face, Dolores grabbed Bikir’s body and put her back in the bathtub.

Before long, Dolores began to wash Bikir’s body with a light lather.

“Oh hey, why are you a little kid with so many scars on your body? Did you fight with other kids?”

“…”

Bikir tried to keep his eyes closed as much as possible.

However, there was no way to avoid the soft touch that trampled here and there (?) on the body.

‘Did you say that the rune god is an existence that adjusts the causal law? If so, then the god of this world must be a delusion with a gloomy ego.’

Bikir groaned inwardly and gritted his teeth.

Meanwhile, Dolores hugged Bikir and soaked in a bath filled with herbal bath salts.

“Oh, it’s warm. Isn’t it chocolate?”

“…”

“I washed you so hard, but you don’t wash me? Isn’t that a bit unfair?”

“…”

Bikir had to blaspheme once more in his heart.

Meanwhile. Apart from that, Bikir felt his body gradually recovering.

The wounds inflicted by the two high-ranking undead, the Lich and the Raised Golem, heal quickly.

Internal wounds that were not easily healed even with the resilience of the dog’s body healed, and the mana that had run out was quickly filling up.

When Vikir closed her eyes and remained motionless, Dolores said curiously.

“Oh my? Did you close your eyes? It feels good, our Choco huh? Oh gu oh gu” ”

…”

But Vikir had a completely different idea.

‘To reach a sword master, I have to change my training method a little.’

A good thought…… no, a thought to climb the path of the gudo.

Vikir began to closely analyze his mana proficiency and swordsmanship proficiency.

Currently, the level of aura that can be emitted is the level of sticky liquid, that is, the level of the highest level of a graduate.

His swordsmanship was barely on the level of the entry level of Baskerville 6 Master 7.

In order to step on the level of a sword master, you must be able to harden the density of your aura to a solid level, and you must also master the 7th expression perfectly.

‘…… Seven meals in Baskerville.’

Currently, Hugo Baskerville, the owner, is the only one who is learning the 7th meal.

Considering the state he showed when he slaughtered Andromalius in the past, there was a huge gap between Hugo’s 7th and Vikir’s 7th.

‘The Baskerville’s teeth are used for biting, chewing, cutting, crushing and mincing prey. The swordsmanship itself resembles the upper and lower jaws of a hunting dog. In particular, the connection between the seventh tooth and the sixth tooth is important, and in order to perfectly depict the ‘ambush horizontal twin wisdom teeth’…’

Bikir deliberately diligently rolls his head.

However, Bikir’s thoughts were soon shattered.

“Wow – look at the pink jelly on the soles of your feet.”

Dolores lifted Bikir’s paw and kissed the sole.

Other than that, stroking his hair, pressing his cheek, touching his chin, and rubbing his stomach made him unable to organize his thoughts.

After a while, Dolores said while wiping the foam on the tip of Bikir’s nose with her own.

“Originally, dogs often kiss.”

“…”

“We don’t serve chocolate. It’s disappointing.”

“…”

“Are you sure you’re not a dog? This sounds suspicious?”

Dolores smiled and cupped Bikir’s cheeks.

And the moment you hear it.

A thump-

Bikir’s heart sank.

‘It’s over if you find out that it’s not a dog.’

I couldn’t imagine what terrible things would happen if that happened.

Perhaps we have to fight a bloody slaughter against the entire Quo Vadis family’s Inquisition, which is flocking in fury…

‘If that happens, the Baskervilles might move too.’

The Baskervilles and Quo Vadis, who support the Empire.

Should a war ever break out between these two families, it would be as large as any number of state-to-state wars that took place in the Warring States period before the unification of the Empire.

In that case, it might have been better to just close your eyes here.

It is because we cannot cause civil strife among mankind ahead of the destruction battle with the Demon World.

……I can’t help it in many ways.

‘I’m sorry comrades.’

Bikir closed his eyes and committed an act of deviance that he had never done in his entire life.

Side-

Licking Dolores’ cheek once with his tongue.

And Dolores, who received such a kiss (?) from Bikir.

“Kyaaak! Cute!”

He hugged Bikir tightly and showered him with kisses.

This too was an unexpected accident.

* * *

Short but long, long but short bath is over.

Dolores came out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed, drying herself.

From the 3rd year, everyone is in a single room, so the bed is narrow to fit the size of one person.

Dolores wrapped herself in the blanket and hugged Bikir tightly.

“It’s fortunate that I have someone to fall asleep talking to today.”

Bikir couldn’t avoid her lips touching his nose again.

Before long, Dolores hugged Bikir and lay down, opening her mouth.

“So many people come to me for counseling about their troubles. They confess their misdeeds and mistakes, and they want forgiveness or repentance.”

“…”

“But I really have no place to tell my troubles or mistakes. Where should I go to confess?”

Bikir closed his eyes and thought quietly.

In the past, while fighting Dantalian, when the awakened Dolores gave her a buff, Vikir experienced a strong assimilation with her soul.

The feelings of Dolores that had been passed down at that time come to mind again at this moment.

‘Everyone in the world confesses their sins and expresses their worries to me… Then, to whom do I confess my sins and express my worries?’

Sometimes talking to God isn’t enough. There are moments when you want to talk to the same person.

Coincidentally, Dolores was confiding the same concerns to the night hound this time.

Although I am not aware of it as the same object.

The relationship between the father who was divided between the Old Testament and the New Testament. Tired of living as a model student who is always expected. What you always have to do well and do well. And even if you did that well, you could barely make ends meet. If he makes an occasional mistake, astonishment and excessive criticism follow him…

All these burdens are weighing heavily on Dolores’ shoulders.

Dolores looked at Bikir and said.

“Strangely, I end up telling you all of these deep feelings. It feels oddly familiar.”

“…”

Vikir closed his eyes without saying a word.

I heard before that she can read the soul of the target?

It seems that the ability, which is still weak, is gradually growing.

Is that why?

Dolores confided to Bikir one of the biggest worries she had been thinking about lately.

“Do I have to die of old age as a saint? Have I never held a man’s hand in my entire life?”

At the same time, it was Dolores who squeezed Bikir’s front paw.

She closed her eyes and whispered into Bikir’s ear as she lay on her stomach.

“Actually, there’s a guy I’m a little concerned about these days.”

That word was a little surprising. Bikir raised one ear.

What kind of man could have shaken Dolores’ heart?

‘I don’t know who it is… but it must be the enemy of many men.’

Bikir thought quietly to himself.

Many men would have been outraged if Dolores had said such a thing during the Age of Destruction.

That’s because she was the idol and idol of an era.

Meanwhile.

Dolores held Bikir tightly in her arms and pictured in her mind a man whose name and face she did not know.

night hound.

A man who saved him from a terrifying demon and prevented a terrible plague, and accepted him as a reliable back when he was not understood or relied on by anyone.

Wouldn’t there be no man in the world who could handle himself if it wasn’t for that level of man?

Dolores thought so.

His true identity is unknown, but he is a good person. nice guy

Despite having the power to defeat a mighty devil, he helps the sick poor and understands his anguish while covering himself with filth and curses.

‘And… according to the devil at the time, he also said that he had a handsome face.’

Dolores blushed for a second.

I don’t think a person’s appearance is important… but isn’t there anything wrong with good looks? She decided to think so.

After taking a bath, I lay naked on a soft blanket, so I fell asleep.

‘really. I still have work to do today. I have to send a letter to the pope and ask about the phenomenon of ‘awakening’ and ‘resonance’ of the saint…’

However, at this dawn when the weight of the eyelids becomes the heaviest in the world, Dolores eventually falls asleep.

The saintess fell into a deep sleep with a relieved face for the first time in a while.

and.

“…”

A hound looked down at her sleeping face.

yet.

Sigh-

The window is open.

“…… I owe you.”

The hound, which had fully recovered before anyone knew it, began to melt into the darkness again.