Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 78

Episode 78 The Saint (1)

Dolores L Quovadis.

The most influential woman as the next head of the family of Quo Vadis, a saint of faith who turned 16 this year.

He is an unapologetic genius born at the imperial academy Colosseo, and has never missed a single top spot since entering the first year using the early admission system.

Vikir was able to recall memories from before returning from her appearance.

In the distant future, she was a person who would rise to the ranks of an adult by going to the forefront of the battlefield against the demons, treating patients, and personally demonstrating what it means to kill.

Called an angel on the battlefield, he is truly a living example of goodness that saved countless lives.

Although she was still young, her appearance showed a strong will and clear disposition.

Like all warriors who have passed through the age of destruction, Vikir also had respect and affection for this young saintess.

As Vikir bowed her head, the nearby paladins flinched.

Dolores, too, hesitated a little.

She had a keen sense of humor and could smell the smell of beasts, blood, grease, violence, anger and hatred in Bikir’s soul.

And even the bitter smell of sadness hidden deep in the center of all those swirling emotions.

“Are you a lost sheep?”

“……Yes.”

Bikir answered with a locked neck.

Dolores nodded.

“It’s more like a puppy… rather than a sheep.”

“…”

“A little dog with scars.”

When Dolores finished speaking, the expressions of all the paladins gathered on the first floor turned into absurdity.

Mozgus also shouted.

“Holy lady! The author is not a puppy! He is a blood-crazed wolf! You have to step back…” ”

Serve the car.”

Dolores raised her hand to stop Mozgus from speaking.

And he said it in a very firm tone.

“I need to talk to him.”

* * *

Before long, a table, chairs and two tea cups were placed in the small living room.

Hot steaming peppermint tea.

At the entrance to the parlor, the tall Mozgus stood restlessly.

A dainty teapot with a flower pattern on it looked like a large ring in his hand.

A small table was placed in the center, and Bikir and Dolores sat across from each other.

Dolores said in surprise.

“I was surprised to hear that Mozgus-sama came out and came. I thought you would be hurt a lot.”

Mozgus has a firm temper and philosophy befitting the Heretic Questioner. So was the body.

So there was absolutely no reason to be kind to visitors who looked suspicious to anyone.

But who knew?

To think that he, who was in charge of the military backbone of the Quo Vadis family, would be defeated so mercilessly.

Then, Mozgus, beside him, said in a panic.

“Saint Maid. I’m not defeated. If it’s a long-term battle, there’s a good chance for me to win…” The

very fact that these words come out is proof that you lost.

Dolores thought to herself.

‘Mozgus-sama was unique among the few graduates in the Empire. If it’s a being that can defeat Mozgus-sama this easily…’

She stared at the mask of Vikir in front of her.

But nothing could be read from him.

As Bikir stared down at the teacup in front of her, Dolores spoke again.

“It would be impossible to drink tea because of that gas mask.”

Bikir nodded quietly.

Dolores brought up the main topic first as if she couldn’t do anything about his attitude of not saying anything from earlier.

“I’m under a lot of stress these days.”

At her words, Bikir raised his head.

What is causing the stress? Because of your studies at the academy? Or a home class?

But Dolores shook her head.

“I’m taking a break from school studies or family work as it’s vacation. Those who really give me a hard time are the nobles and merchants I just saw.”

They came to the saintess with their sick bodies and recklessly begged her to heal their bodies.

Uninvited guests who appeal for money or prestige.

“The things they ask for treatment are obvious. Erectile dysfunction, sexually transmitted diseases, side effects of drugs, etc. No really serious illnesses.”

It was Dolores’ opinion that if she had the divine power to heal them, she would rather help those who are really struggling and sick.

“Justice, benevolence, fraternity, and equality must be God’s will, but people only see what’s happening right in front of them.”

At that, Vikir also nodded.

“Theology is the process of understanding human beings, so this is also unavoidable.”

Those were the words I often heard from Dolores when I met her on the front lines of the battlefield before returning home.

Vikir was only briefly recalling a piece of memory from long ago, but when he saw Dolores in front of him, his eyes widened.

Even Mozgus, who was standing at the entrance.

“It’s Azmos 6:9 of the Old Testament. It’s a very philosophical and profound word.”

“…”

“I can’t believe there’s anyone who knows this old saying. You must be well versed in theology. Are you a member of Rune?”

Bikir was silent for a moment.

He had little knowledge or interest in the Empire’s state religion, Runes, so it seemed like a good idea to change the subject.

“Rather than that. A plague is circulating in the slums of Saint Mecca.”

“……Is that information certain?”

“Didn’t you see the gourd water? It was taken directly from the wells in the slums.”

“Are you not involved?”

“Then why did I come here on my own?”

Bikir spoke again.

“I hate innocent people being harmed, even more since this is my hometown.”

“Oh, is this your hometown? Me too.”

Dolores’s eyes lit up at Bikir’s words.

It was the first time he had heard of her hometown, so Vikir just nodded.

“I also believe in the existence of absolute goodness. I hope the plague will be relieved as soon as possible.”

“The soul is rough…but you are a good person.”

Dolores immediately put on a serious expression.

“You told Mozgus-sama earlier that you saw suspicious people, right?”

“Yes. I saw suspicious people pouring liquid from glass bottles all over the well.”

“If this plague is man-made… who spread it and for what purpose?”

Dolores seemed to have a lot on her mind.

Plague is not a simple problem.

Once the plague begins to circulate, the institutions where many people live in community get the most damage, and monasteries and schools usually suffer the most.

When a plague circulates in the monastery, the number of priests decreases, and heresy and pseudo-superstition start to spread, and more priests are needed.

In this way, when inexperienced priests with less education go to the field, more heresies and pseudo-superstitions become prevalent.

Therefore, when a plague circulates, Quo Vadis, a religious chant, is at a considerable disadvantage politically.

In order to prevent this situation, they had to suppress the ‘red death’ early.

Bikir replied briefly.

“Those who want the decline of the Quo Vadis family. Those who benefit from it must be evil beasts.”

“…It’s difficult to determine.”

Dolores furrowed her brows as if complicated in her head.

It must have been difficult for her to predict the future situation even with her head, who was reputed to be a genius at the academy.

However, Bikir was aware of all the future trends. He must have experienced all of these things before returning.

Eventually, Bikir pulled out a map from his bosom.

The location of the seven families that are spread out in a circle around the imperial ecliptic.

Bikir went through them one by one and explained them to Dolores.

“First of all, those who benefit the most are the Leviathan family and the bourgeois family.”

The extremely poisonous Leviathan will use this opportunity to collect samples from numerous patients, investigate, study, and improve the plague to use as their own weapon.

Since they are a family that uses poison and medicine as their main weapons, the fact that a strong plague has spread is a very good thing for them.

Furthermore, if Quo Vadis, a religious chant who is a rare enemy, declines, it cannot be better for Leviathan, a highly poisoned singer.

In addition, the chaebol family bourgeoisie was also likely to benefit from considerable reflection.

Gold and silver treasures do not disappear even in epidemics.

Due to the deaths of the workers, the landlords will go bankrupt, and all the gold coins, silver coins, banknotes, and various production facilities piled up in their warehouses will be taken over by the bourgeois family.

After people die and empty factories, farms, stores, guilds, and various real estate capitals are also swallowed up by the bourgeoisie at a bargain price, they now start new businesses with the accumulated capital.

The fashion business for those who became rich rapidly, the health supplement business for those who remember the fear of the epidemic, etc… Sales will explode like crazy.

‘Merchant from a bourgeois family visited Balak’s village and tried to buy a lot of things like antlers and bears, right?’

Bikir thought to himself.

Those who spread the red death must be Leviathan, an extremely poisonous person.

And perhaps the conglomerate bourgeoisie will be their ally.

There was a strong possibility that they were making a big deal by exchanging information with each other.

Quo Vadis, a religious chant, and the natives of the jungle are the victims.

“…So, for these reasons, I think they may be closely involved in the plague. Of course, it’s just a hypothesis.”

Bikir presented the events that he actually saw, heard, and experienced before returning with some fleshing out the whole story.

together?

I don’t feel any particular reaction in front of me.

“……?”

Bikir raised his head slightly, wanting something.

Then, through the gas mask, the faces of Dolores and Mozgus can be seen.

Both stood motionless, mouths half-open.