Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 251

Episode 251 After Party (2)

“Bikir.”

Dolores pulled back the curtains and came out onto the terrace. She called out to Bikir in a low voice.

And Bikir’s answer to this was always short.

“yes.”

Dolores looked at Bikir’s face for a moment without speaking.

Then she came to the side of Bikir who was leaning on the railing and said.

“thank you.”

“What do you mean?”

“……Just. Everything.”

The reason why Dolores was able to rank first this time is, strictly speaking, thanks to Bikir.

In the early and mid-half of the tournament, Hohenheim and Bakira were lured into one place and forced to face each other, consuming all of their power and decisively capturing Hohenheim.

Even if he hadn’t been eliminated after being betrayed by the triplets to Hive, Middle, Low and Bro at the end of the tournament, Bikir could have been aiming for a top 5 finish.

Dolores said.

“Your ranking would have been much higher had it not been for the Baskerville triplets.”

“It’s already over.”

“……You are always calm. You seem to have no regrets or regrets.”

Dolores looked into Bikir’s eyes.

What is it? Despite being a newcomer who had just entered the school, this familiarity seemed to have been seen for a very long time.

she spoke again.

“When I said thank you earlier, it wasn’t just about this tournament.”

“Is that so?”

“okay.”

Dolores leaned over, resting her chin on her hand.

Then, leaning against the railing, he began to look up at Bikir.

“…It’s so amazing. Where did such juniors come from?”

“I’m just an ordinary freshman.”

“Does an ordinary freshman get a grade comparable to that of the sword expert’s advanced professors? Even though he’s a freshman, he beats the third graders and becomes a ranker in the tournament?”

“I was lucky.”

Dolores was silent for a moment at Bikir’s calm reply.

The Colosseo Academy is a huge community of about 20,000 people, including students, faculty and staff.

It is a place where all the people who are proud of being geniuses gather, so there are many talented people and many virtuosos.

If you list Vikir’s achievements, they’re really great, but compared to the other latecomers in the academy, they’re not particularly noteworthy.

Right now, even Dolores has come this far, achieving achievements similar to those of Vikir since her freshman year.

In addition, her old rival, Hohenheim Bakira, and Lovegood, etc., were more splendid in their freshman days.

Furthermore, the seniors in the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade who received her as a newcomer were now making even greater achievements in higher positions.

Bikir focused on that point and continued.

“Bakiragana Hohenheim Lovegood, whom I met in this tournament, was also a great talent. There is definitely a reason why they are called ‘legendary students’. I am learning a lot.”

This admiration was partly sincere. It’s really not easy to become a graduate or 4th class at the age of 20.

Of course, if the fact that Bikir became a sword master at the age of 18 was known, the reaction of the world would be quite different.

Meanwhile.

Dolores stared at Bikir.

“Why do I sound like you’re making excuses?”

“……?”

“In order to hide your extraordinaryness and wrap it up as mediocrity.”

Dolores narrowed her eyes and continued.

“People in the world are busy exaggerating their abilities, but you are so unique. You are busy hiding what you have.”

“…”

“Do you not want someone to recognize you?”

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You speak like a soldier.”

Dolores’ words were deeply ingrained with curiosity about Bikir’s origin and identity.

“Your skill with the bow is amazing. I’ve seen you catch other kids in competitions. Almost all of them are grenade shots, so the numbers don’t reflect that.”

“It was just luck.”

“…I guess that’s what it was. The forest was dark, and there weren’t many bow masters in the world who could hit enemies by bouncing off rocks or logs. But luck is also skill. Secretly supporting Tudor and Sancho Piggy. Wasn’t it you who shot me?”

“It’s because my classmates did a good job.”

“You mean the Baskerville triplets?

Dolores turned to look at Vikir.

“But why?”

“……?”

“Why do I see you hiding behind the Baskerville triplets?”

At those words, Bikir’s expression hardened for a moment.

“If you watch only one person like that, of course you will look unique…”

“No. You are special.

Dolores spoke strongly once again.

“These days, wherever I go, I only see you. You can’t be an ordinary person like that.”

“…”

“Tell me. What are you hiding?”

Bikir was silent for a moment.

On her left wrist, the young madam was looking at Bikir with a worried expression.

As if asking, “Should I remove it, Master?”

Bikir sighed as he pressed down on the young madam.

The moment he is about to open his mouth.

Dolores came closer to Vikir. And whispered in a low voice.

“Are you the crown prince?”

……?

Bikir was dazed for a moment.

What else are you talking about?

As Vikir stayed still, Dolores opened her mouth once more.

“The current Emperor of the Empire has no children. Everyone died in an accident.”

“…”

“But there is only one surviving illegitimate son, and there are rumors that he entered the Colosseo Academy here.”

“…”

“Isn’t that you?”

Bikir also heard the rumor and knew.

However, since it was a rumor that had been circulating even before the return, and its authenticity had not been proven in the end, I was also turning off my attention.

Dolores, who had no way of knowing what Bikir was thinking, continued talking.

“His Majesty the Emperor has the mystical power to foretell the future. If you inherited his blood, you might have similar abilities. I understand everything…”

“Stop it.”

Bikir interrupted Dolores’ flat-footedness.

And in a low voice, he insisted on his innocence.

“I have nothing to do with the imperial family.”

“lie.”

“On the honor of my father, I swear by Rune the Almighty.”

Dolores’ gaze wavered at Bikir’s determined words.

Having said that, I can’t say no.

Of course, Bikir had no interest in the honor of his father, Hugo, so he could bet anywhere.

On the other hand, Dolores showed a tearful expression as if Vikir’s answer was not clear.

“Then open the door of your heart! Let me know who you are!”

Dolores wanted to read Vikir’s soul.

Most normal people leave the door of their heart open to some extent, but few people close and lock the door as tightly as Vikir.

Of course, from Bikir’s point of view, it was of course not possible.

Now that Osiris has expelled all of Set’s minions from within the family, it doesn’t matter much if the identities of the Baskervilles are revealed

…

I never thought that I would be able to hide it forever.

However, it is still a bit early if it is according to the plan in my head.

‘……It will be soon.’

The Hound of the Baskervilles. night hound. The moment the identity is revealed, a huge catastrophe will come.

Bikir quietly closed his eyes.

Dolores looked at it and opened her mouth in unexplained nervousness.

“Answer me…”

Right then.

“……Open up! Open up!”

“…Give me the right to do it!”

“……freedom!”

A loud noise came from the fence outside the inn where the students of the Colosseo Academy were staying.

It seemed that a large number of people were gathering together and holding a protest.

“……?”

Dolores looked away for a moment, wanting something.

And there was an amazing sight.

Colosseo’s professors are stumped and block the crowds.

Indeed, a huge number of people were crowding around and trying to enter the inn.

All of them carried placards with twinkling glow sticks and wore red bands on their heads.

And the one at the forefront is a face that even Dolores knows well.

“……Merliny Lovegood?”

The student council president of Themiscyra Women’s College.

And those she leads are all students of Themiscyra Women’s College.

They were fighting hard against the Colosseo professors.

“We will find our freedom!”

“Come on everyone! Get together!”

“Humans unite for a lofty goal! That’s different from animals!”

They became fighters for justice and literally clashed with the professors.

Dolores grabbed the terrace railing and listened a little more.

Themiscyra Women’s College.

It was a completely different look from the academic tradition that pursued something noble and static.

Their appearance, with their hair loose and rushing at them, was like an angry beast.

“Is there a problem?”

Dolores tilted her head as Bikir casually turned the topic outside.

“That…don’t sound right.”

The shouts of many people were heard overlapping each other.

The words Dolores could hear were humanitarian values such as ‘freedom’, ‘love’, ‘opportunity’ and ‘equality’.

“…”

Unable to do so, Dolores opened her ears using her holy power.

Then, the noises that had been pouring in at random began to separate one by one.

At the same time, as if listening to the confession of the lamb, even their heated emotions began to be conveyed intact.

“Please allow us to participate in the Colosseo Academy’s after-party too!”

“I don’t need them all! Just show me Bikir!”

“We want to congratulate Bikir too!”

“Open the Colosseo Academy to other school students for an after party! Open it!”

“Let’s have an after party! Mr. Bikir!”

“Joy is doubled when shared!”

“I fell in love with the sexy look on the magic train!”

“Oppa! I don’t want to part like this!”

“Brother! Five years younger than us!”

“I don’t know, if you’re handsome, you’re an older brother! Kyaaak-”

The students of Themiscyra Women’s College seem to want to join the Colosseo Academy after-party.

I don’t know when it was the purpose I had it for, but it was quite blatant.

“…”

“Do you know what they say?”

“uh? Uh…

”

Dolores tried to turn

her back, releasing her hand from the railing

. I have to go! You’re late too, so let’s go to bed!”

So she hurriedly ran away.