Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 210

Episode 210 Festival Night (5)

Usher for Bianca. 18 years old. Consort Shin Gung (神弓秘家) from Usher. An early entrant to the Colosseo Academy.

Participating as a festival organizer, she faced another irritating task.

“Hey there… I’ve been watching you all this time. I like you!”

A male student standing in front of him and holding out a letter. I remember running into it several times in a joint class with the Fever Army.

Bianca frowned. Then he stroked the artificial mustache under his nose once.

Bianca took another look at the boy’s face in front of her.

Her keen eye for shooting a needle from a hundred steps away shone.

‘Tteok Jin Make-up -13 points Dead skin -11 points Untidy eyebrows -12 points Inconsistent lip tone -14 points Wounds caused by shaving -4 points Nails and cuticles not tidied up -4 points Mismatch between personal color and clothing -5 points Split ends of hair due to excessive bleaching – 8 points Awkward women’s clothing – 22 points Total 7 points out of 100 points.’

The male student in front of him was quite handsome, but he did not reach Bianca’s aesthetic standard.

More than anything else, the overly sloppy-looking woman’s clothing was an additional point deduction.

‘Wouldn’t it be pretty if you were dressed as a woman? It’s not pretty. I don’t need anything that isn’t pretty.’

From an early age, she liked pretty things.

Pretty clothes and pretty dishes are natural.

Pretty dolls Pretty weapons Pretty men Pretty women Pretty horses Pretty saddles Pretty horseshoes Pretty carpets Pretty carpet cleaning brooms Pretty carpet cleaning broom holders… Likewise,

Bianca was known for her picky aesthetics even within the Usher family.

It was to the extent that even as a baby, he personally selected a nanny based on his appearance and kept him by his side.

Is that why? Bianca was not interested in men.

Men are basically not pretty. Compared to women, they don’t dress up well and don’t take care of themselves.

If we even put on makeup to look pretty, we whisper among ourselves that we are not manly enough.

So Bianca has lived her life without paying attention to men.

To her, men were basically unpretty creatures who had nothing to get close to for the rest of their lives.

So, from the beginning of the semester until now, she has received countless confessions from seniors and classmates, but she has always refused with a single knife.

‘Bianca! Why don’t you go see the newly released play ‘Worn Out Newbie 2’?

‘I saw that up to 3.’

‘Bianca! did you have your dinner? If you haven’t eaten, would you like to eat together?’

‘I ate until lunch tomorrow.’

‘Bianca! Let’s go worship together at the temple on the weekend!’

‘I believe in voodoo because it’s heresy.’

‘Bianca! When are you free this weekend? Give me some time.’

‘There is no weekend.’

‘Bianca! This Christmas…’

‘No.’

I would rather hang out with pretty girl friends, but I didn’t think I wanted to hang out with guys who weren’t pretty.

If I had to pick an exception, would it be Tudor, my childhood friend who grew up bickering with me from childhood?

‘……But what should I do if I like pretty people?’

I blamed myself for this kind of personality and tried to change it, but the problem of taste did not change at all.

How can we change the fact that even nannies and maids insisted only on pretty girls since they were babies in the first place?

It would be suitable if there was a guy who scored more than 20 points out of 100, but there were few people like that at the academy.

Also, even if there were men who barely satisfied the physical condition, none of them had such great abilities or status that she, the eldest daughter of the Usher family and the head of the Cold Weapons Donation, dared to approach first.

‘okay. i am me I don’t have to go so far as to change my essence to fit in with others.’

So, Bianca had completely given up on dating or making friends with men since entering school.

……but.

Now, her resolve had long been shattered.

‘100 points. 100 points!’

Bikir stirs a pot full of stew with a ladle in the kitchen.

Bianca’s gaze at the scene was half-dissolved.

crazy. giddy. rapt. dreamy and decadent.

I have never seen such dangerous beauty even among women.

Where the hell did that nonsense come from?

It feels like a character that can only be seen in 19-year-old doujin comics that I used to read with nosebleeds when I was young has torn the page and popped out.

That is also directly from the character of the exhausted heroine bursting out with the beauty of decadence.

Bianca was grateful to her parents at this point.

Of course, I can’t help but be grateful to you for giving me the sight to look through the eye of a needle even at a distance of 100 paces.

‘Wow…… How can a man be so pretty? There’s nothing to lay.’

Even from a great distance, if you put mana into your eyes, you can see it as if it were right in front of you.

So Bianca continued to admire it even as she handed out tavern flyers from miles away.

Skin as white and soft as ivory crafted without a single blemish. Long, plentiful eyelashes that seemed to be piled up in the snow. Dark, straight eyebrows and eyes as red as lakes of blood beneath them.

Originally, I knew that she looked pretty, but after putting on makeup, her beauty became even more insane.

It was only natural that onlookers flocked with Mana screenshot cameras.

“Should I take a screenshot of Mana too? But voyeurism is a crime. Should I just ask for one picture taken together? Ugh… Women’s Day only happens once a year. If I miss it today, I don’t know what next year will be like. ”

Even in the crowd of people dressed as zombies, skeletons, ghouls, vampires, death knights, witches, and werewolves, Bianca couldn’t take her eyes off Bikir.

Right then.

…tuk!

Bianca’s shoulders shook once.

Pararak-

A few leaflets he was holding fell to the floor.

Shoulders collided in the crowded crowd.

“Ah, where do you get your real eyes…”

Bianca turned her head with an annoyed expression.

There was one face that caught her eye.

bone. skull mask. And the red eyes shining in them.

‘omg!?’

Bianca unknowingly swallowed the wind.

[…]

A woman dressed as a skeleton was staring at me.

An eerie chill that is hard to describe in words emanates from her whole body.

A well-crafted skull mask and armor that is too elaborate for a Halloween costume.

‘……It looks like the real thing.’

Bianca swallowed dryly.

She also has a temper, so I’ve never been pushed back by a fight of spirit anywhere, but for some reason I couldn’t show my spirit to the woman in the skull mask right in front of me.

It wasn’t mana or aura, but the presence itself was pouring out an overwhelming energy of a different class.

Before long, a hoarse voice came from behind the skull mask.

[Be careful.]

He said. The tone seemed to be generous to an insignificant bug, as if he would let it go just once.

“…”

But Bianca didn’t respond to those words and had no choice but to look down.

‘Keep your mouth shut and cover your eyes.’

Instinctive warnings were ringing in my head.

If it’s long, if it’s long, if it’s short, it’s the worst horror I’ve ever experienced in my short 18 years of life.

Among the classmates, the kids who wanted to be a bit strong, the older sisters who were in the middle of the weight, and even among the professors, there was no woman who gave such a creepy impression.

……no.

If I had to choose one, would Professor Saadi be the only one?

The hair all over her body stood up. His back was wet with sweat.

Feeling like a hedgehog in front of a giant serpent, Bianca sprinted away, forgetting to pick up the leaflets that had fallen on the floor.

[……Huh.]

The woman in the skull mask snorts and turns around as if she’s not worth dealing with.

Judging from the condition of the skin that is sometimes exposed outside the mask or armor, the body shape, and the voice, it is assumed that they are about the same age.

However, the presence she radiates overwhelms Bianca, a child prodigy of the Usher family and the chief student of the Cold Weapons Donation Department.

“……Who the hell is that?”

If she had put on a Halloween costume like that, she must have been an academy student, but Bianca couldn’t have known about it.

“Did you come from the Magic Tower or Varangian?

Bianca backed away in a cold sweat and quickly walked towards the Newspaper Club’s pub.

Solicitors stop here.

My legs were wobbly from the fear just now, and I couldn’t walk around at all.

‘I’ll go to the tavern and ask Bikir for a shift. To be honest, I think it would be more helpful for her to attract customers than me…’

Bianca was somewhat confident in cooking, so it was a more efficient decision that way.

And most of all, it was necessary to get away from that bloody woman as soon as possible.

‘……Is there something special?’

Bianca quickened her pace.

Newspaper Club’s tavern kitchen.

To the place where Bikir is.