Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 295

Episode 295 Confession (3)

Vikir had other thoughts for a while.

‘……Esse Non Videri.’

Exist, but do not reveal.

Two heirs who were aiming for the peak of the next generation of the bourgeoisie.

One was Juliet, the daughter of Damian, the second son, and the other was the son of Bartolomeo, the eldest son.

Gender unknown Age unknown Existence of which nothing is known.

‘Unfortunately, both my older brother and I have only one daughter.’

Had it not been for what Damian had said, she would not have known that Bartolomeo’s child was a daughter.

Damian’s daughter, Juliet, gave up the exam midway and was revealed to the world, but no one knew where Bartolomeo’s daughter was and what she was doing.

It was unclear whether or not he even existed in real life.

‘Sinclair was Bartolomeo’s daughter.’

Bikir put his chin on his chin and thought.

Somehow, when I first saw Juliet, I thought it was very familiar.

Was it because they were of the same blood?

‘Then I think I know why she disappeared from the world after graduation.’

After graduating from the Colosseo Academy, Sinclair probably became the head of a bourgeois family.

And he would have moved the world behind a huge curtain of darkness that would not reach the world’s attention.

The upper class, so far away that even low-level warriors like Bikir before the return could not dare to have an audience, or they didn’t even know they existed.

VVIPs all over the world.

……But the tree that will grow so big in the future is now just a small cotyledon.

“What do you think of me, brother?”

To the point where she cried in her arms and asked such an embarrassing question.

Upon hearing Sinclair’s question, Bikir had to return to reality.

“…Now. What is the purpose of asking this question?”

The question of what you think cannot be the question of what you really think.

Bikire is not an idiot.

Rather, it was an axis that prided itself on being quite quick in this direction.

At Bikir’s question, Sinclair pressed her lips together, rubbed her eyes, and replied bravely.

“Because dating my brother is the only achievement I want to achieve before I drop out and leave the academy.”

Achievements……?

Bikir half-opened his mouth.

Was dating such a great thing that you would hear about achievements?

However, Sinclair seemed to have a slightly different idea than Bikir’s.

“…Originally, I was going to leave the world after I received my diploma after finishing my 4th year. ‘Excellent grades’, ‘Award for various external activities’, ‘Senior class for all 4 years’, ‘Student president’, ‘Colosseo Academy graduate’. Well, I thought these specs were the most valuable things I could get at the end of my youth in school.”

Sinclair stopped talking and smiled bitterly for a moment.

“That’s why I didn’t understand my cousin at first. One of my cousins dropped out of the academy she attended halfway through.”

Perhaps he was referring to Juliet, who attended Themiscyra Women’s College.

Sinclair put a little more strength into the hand holding Bikir and continued.

“But I think I know how you feel now. I’ve changed my mind now too. Of all the things I could get from school, the most valuable things weren’t grades or diplomas.”

What is more valuable than that is the memories with the person you are with.

Sinclair was sending clear glances with confident eyes.

Bikir asked after much thought.

“Why do you put such a value on me? I’m not that great.”

“So, what am I great about?”

Sinclair emptied a can of beer and squeezed it in her hand.

“…That’s right. Since when did I start liking you. I’m also curious. Shall we review it?”

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a clear, clear voice.

From her point of view, centered on her experience.

Memories of being a freshman in the class of 20 slowly began to dictate from Sinclair’s mouth.

* * *

‘Why do I have to leave?’

A little girl asks the old butler while hugging a teddy bear.

The butler just politely bowed his head and answered.

‘When he comes back grown up, everything belongs to the young lady.’

With those words, the girl had to leave the family.

nursery school. The girl studied hard. When other children were in defeat or resignation, only the girl always shined with passion and hope.

prestigious primary school. The girl was discriminated against as soon as she entered school. Even if the performance evaluation score is low compared to the effort, it is strange, even if the cleaning attendant returns often, discreet discrimination and gossiping bullying that are invisible to the eye. The girl persevered.

The results weren’t always fair, but overall they were pretty fair in retrospect.

All discrimination disappeared in front of outstanding skills and continuous proof.

The children who had been whispering behind her gradually became anxious to get closer to the girl, and the teachers, who were prejudiced that she was from an orphanage, gradually became fond of the girl.

In addition, the girl’s appearance, which began to shine as she got older, changed everything.

The girl who overcame all adversity and was able to enter the Colosseo Academy, the most prestigious university in the empire, at an unusually young age.

also as a senior.

The girl was proud of the thought that her skills could be used even in such a large place.

And the long-awaited Colosseo Academy.

‘Survive somehow. and come upstairs If it helps, use it, and if it doesn’t help, throw it away without mercy.’

The girl finished her freshman oath, chewing over and over again what her father had said in her childhood.

and the first class.

No student was smarter than the girl.

Even at the most prestigious universities in the empire, the girl’s skills worked.

At that fact, the girl let out a sigh of relief.

at that time.

A boy came into the girl’s eyes.

First impression was mediocre. Inconspicuous muddy hair. A common name that can be found anywhere. Just such practical skills and interview grades.

However, in the class that immediately followed, the boy gave a nice blow to the professor who deliberately picked out problems that the students might get wrong.

‘…… Uhm. indeed. The written score is perfect.’

Even the picky professor acknowledged the boy’s written grade was perfect. It was a much higher score than the girl who scored 931 points out of 990.

The girl’s next highest score was in the 700s, so the difficulty of the test was the worst, not to mention, but a perfect score came out and it wasn’t a girl.

From then on, the girl became curious about the boy.

I guess that was the first time. It was the first time I felt that I wanted to get to know others.

The girl is objectively pretty and has a good body. Not only intellectually, but also visually attractive. You are in a good position to benefit from interpersonal relationships.

So the girl was confident when approaching the boy. The confidence that the boy would not hate him.

However, others always approached him, but it was the first time he approached others. So the girl spoke to the boy in a slightly awkward manner.

‘Hey there…’

A question about why he volunteered. The boy’s answer was simple.

‘I came because of the penalty points.’

‘……ah.’

Usually, when asked why they volunteered, the answer that comes back is obvious.

A sense of accomplishment, a spirit of sacrifice, etc… Nice words to hear.

But it wasn’t a boy.

A boy who avoids his seat as if it is annoying.

It was the first time that the girl had been treated like this, so she followed suit, feeling a bit unfamiliar.

‘It’s a coincidence that we are allotted volunteer activities in the same place.’

‘is it.’

It wasn’t true.

The girl had made every effort to go to the same place as the boy and begged the person in charge to volunteer.

And that day, the girl thought that she had gotten a little closer with the boy. because it was spoken

The girl, who poured out a lot of questions related to written grades but didn’t get any satisfactory answers, thought the boy was such a jerk.

but.

Contrary to the words that he came for the penalty points, the boy really worked hard at volunteer work.

The girl was surprised to see the boy doing the dirty work that required dozens of people to stick to, such as cleaning the bathroom, repairing the distribution plumbing in the restaurant, washing the laundry, playing with the kids and arranging the playground at the same time.

‘……People are fine.’

The girl muttered to the boy. That day was the first day in her life when she sincerely praised others.

From that day on, the names that girls call boys have changed.

‘hi! good morning!’

‘?’

‘brother! Why don’t you pretend to know!’

‘I didn’t know you were saying hello to me. And since he’s a classmate, don’t use the title of older brother.’

‘why? I am one year younger Even if he speaks comfortably, he’s still an older brother.’

‘It’s hard to hear…’

‘Really? If you don’t like your brother, call him by a different name. I’ll think about it until lunch.’

From then on, the girl started calling the boy ‘Brother’.

‘Aren’t you secretly immune to women?’

The girl thought it was surprising.

The boy’s bare face, which was often revealed when the shaggy hair that covered his face was shaken, was shockingly handsome.

At that level, it would have already made several women cry, the girl said, tilting her head.

well anyway Every time the girl met the boy after that, she often pretended to know him.

Maybe it was from that moment.

The moment when I used the slightly unusual title of ‘hyung’ instead of the title ‘oppa’ that everyone would like.

The moment when you have the only one who calls you by a special title.

Could it be that the girl’s carelessness, which she didn’t even know existed, started to move?

When the girl approached the boy with strange feelings she did not know, the boy said something shocking about his parents.

‘There’s no need for anything like parents. Anyway, the world has to go through on its own. The existence of a parent only functions during childhood, when the help of others is essential, and is unnecessary otherwise.’

The girl was a little shocked that there were people in the world who thought like this.

Whether in nursery schools or prestigious schools, children’s thoughts were always the same.

love for parents.

Whether it is lacking or fulfilled, children always draw it. Because the girl did too.

But it wasn’t a boy.

So the girl came to admire the boy. And also came to sympathize.

A lot has happened since then.

We drank together and worked part-time. Watching the boy save his friends from an accident during the midterm exam, the girl felt her heart beat.

It was the same when students from the school my cousin went to got into a fight on the train to participate in the college league.

‘Thank you for helping me earlier. I was really scared. They’re like strong sisters.’

‘I was scared too.’

At the boy’s nonchalant words, the girl laughed heartily.

And I thought.

The only person who can open and close his mind like this is, of course, only this boy in front of him.

* * *

“…After talking, there’s nothing special.”

Sinclair rubbed her eyes and smiled.

Bikir is silent for a while after Sinclair’s words.

Could it be that he couldn’t stand the awkward silence? Sinclair spoke again.

“And… I’m telling my older brother the biggest worry I have. Confessing, what is this like?”

“…”

“As I said before, the night hound killed my father. I don’t know if you’ll believe it, but the student president Dolores was next to him.”

“…”

“The only senior I trusted and relied on during my school life was on a par with the man who killed my father. I couldn’t believe it. friend? senior? professor? I didn’t know who to trust. That’s why it’s even more difficult to be at school.”

Sinclair finished speaking and looked up.

“I said this because I thought that my older brother might believe me. Hyungah has been consistently writing columns criticizing night hounds for newspapers. If so, you’ll know. What a heinous criminal the Night Hound is.”

“…”

“Now I only have my brother. Someone who will understand me…”

Sinclair dropped her head, unable to finish her words. She

just squeezed Vikir’s sleeve tightly. But

.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can accept your feelings.”

Vikir was adamant . She shook her head, and

Sinclair squeezed Bikir’s sleeve even tighter for a moment

. I thought my older brother would say that.”

“…”

“I’ve only seen one person with eyes like my brother’s. That’s my dad,”

Sinclair continued.

“I’m a person who moves forward with grand goals that an ordinary person like me can’t even fathom. I can tell by looking into your eyes Hyungah is the same kind of human being as my dad.”

“…”

“I’m pretty and have a great body. Don’t do it until you’re young. He is good at swordsmanship and is good at magic. And above all, he has the ability and patience to understand, support, and support his brother’s life. won’t get in the way I’ll do really well.”

“…”

“…Can’t you? What can I do? At that point , Vickir

cut off Sinclair’s words.

“Now is not the time to think about romance.”

Of course. A demon hunter dating is something that makes comrades who died first laugh.

A human who never knows when he will die. There is nothing more insecure than building this family.

Things to protect and things not to lose are just weaknesses. When

Bikir shook his head with a serious expression, Sinclair’s expression brightened slightly.

“… ‘ Now

?

‘

‘for now’ anyway. Then, after Hyung-ah achieves his goal, will he have some spare time?”

“My goal is in a very long and difficult place. Still a long way to go…”

“I know. It must be a really grand ambition if someone the

size of my older brother can say this,”

Sinclair continued with a determined

expression

. Do you have it?”

It was a difficult question indeed.

Vikir nodded after pondering for a long time. ”

If

that day ever comes .”

Then

, he took the beer can he was holding in his hand and took one shot of the remaining alcohol.

Vikir

quietly stood up

from the seat

. …Brother. Can’t I give you

a hug before I leave?” At those words, Bikir swallowed a sigh. She’s still a small and young girl. But one day,

she ‘s going to stand at the top of that terrifying conglomerate bourgeoisie.

How many hardships and trials did he have to go through to become a great hero whose name was not revealed to the world.

Feeling guilty and indebted to Sinclair ,

Vikir

closed his eyes tightly

.

You can push it away for the rest of your life.”

“…”

“So, just for now. Please stay like

this for a moment.” Her

voice, which trembled thinly, was watery

. It is not visible because it is hidden by the chest.

Bikir stopped breathing for a moment and thought

.

Like Sinclair, Bikir planned to leave the Colosseo Academy soon.

The next place he would be in would be a place so harsh and rugged that the academy felt like a cradle.

It looked similar to the Colosseo’s architecture, symbolizing glory and prosperity, but symbolized it. The meaning is completely different.

A terrifying building that reigns in hardship and trials itself.

‘……Nouvelle Vague. And the age of destruction.’

Opening (開幕)

Soon, a full-scale all-out war against the demons will begin.