Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 142

Episode 142 The Villain’s Identity (2)

Dolores. She was seriously thinking about what had happened last night.

‘… … The mask I picked up yesterday, I’m sure I’ve seen it before.’

Yes.

Dolores received a call yesterday that the imperial guards were on the move, and as a saint of the House of Quo Vadis, as well as the head of the academy’s newspaper club, she quickly followed.

And soon, I saw with my own two eyes the terrible situation I witnessed, the scene of the incident where many people died and numerous collapses.

All the buildings collapsed as if a large amount of gunpowder exploded, and under the ruins of the nursery school, all the blood was sucked and mummified remains of boys and girls were found.

The 2nd and 3rd year student reporters who came with them, and even the imperial guards, were so tongue-in-cheek that they had never seen such a gruesome scene.

… … And nearby was a half-burnt mask.

Dolores moved stealthily, picked up the mask, and unwittingly hid it in her bosom from the sound of footsteps following her.

‘It must have belonged to Mr. Night Hound. why is he there… … .’

She remembered the first time she met the Night Hound.

The villa of the official who came to recuperate during the academy vacation.

A man who stood out among the greedy and lowly aristocrats.

‘… … He is just a lost lamb.’

I remember his first appearance as he humbly bowed his head without claiming his prestige or wealth.

Since then, the hound of the night has sincerely treated neighbors in the slums who suffered from the plague ‘Red Death’.

Although his attire, identity, and behavior were questionable, his love and devotion to the less fortunate was genuine.

As proof of that, did he not even demonstrate the sacred power of the rune, albeit weakly?

‘The mask I picked up yesterday is definitely his. It’s because the scars and bloodstains that were formed on the masks when the patients with the Red Death struggled were all there.’

Dolores was sure that the half-burnt mask she had hidden in her bosom was the one worn by the Night Hound.

But why was he at the scene of yesterday’s disaster?

Did he really kill the head of the orphanage and harm the boys and girls in the orphanage?

‘… … But why is that good man?’

I don’t think that the noble and holy figure of a hound at night that healed the poor of St. Mecca, that noble and holy figure that healed people while covering all kinds of filth.

She had always believed that the reason why she stole the ‘saint’s tears’ in the end was because she had a great cause.

‘Really the hound of the night, is he the culprit? no, it can’t be my eyes are correct he wasn’t evil If he is the culprit… … Surely, there must be something wrong.’

Dolores felt a headache coming on.

The mask in her arms is clearly evidence of last night’s slaughter, and since she hid it behind the guard’s back, she committed the crime of destroying evidence.

Since he interfered with the investigation with personal feelings, he was not an accomplice or an accomplice.

So Dolores had been suffering since last night for the trust she’d had in the night hound, and for obstructing the guards’ investigation by hiding him.

‘Was it really right to hide the mask? Am I doing well?’

She thought of this when she woke up, when she took a bath, when she ate, during class, and even when she was attending a club meeting here and now.

even.

‘by the way… … I don’t know if Mr. Night Hound is all right. It looks like you were caught in a big explosion that burned half of your mask. Even though he was a very strong person, if he was in a crisis situation where he could not properly defend himself… … Where are you now and what are you doing? Perhaps he suffered a major injury and is suffering somewhere… … .’

I’m even worried about this.

Dolores was worried, not even knowing why she was worried about him.

at that time.

“The ‘Night Hound’… … That’s good!”

A voice from the side broke Dolores’s thoughts.

“huh?”

When Dolores looked up, she saw the second and third year students who were already busy moving.

Wheein- Kurrureuk- Geeeeing-

Evening newspapers to be distributed today were already being pulled out like hot air.

???

Dolores turned her head away with a dazed look on her face, and Piggy next to her gave a thumbs up.

“I think the nickname ‘Night Hound’ is fine. It’s a bit barbarian-style naming, but that’s why the violence is revealed all the more, right?”

“Mum. I think so too. Something gloomy makes me feel bad.”

“I agree. Because it always happened at night.”

Tudor and Sancho also nodded in agreement with Piggy.

Sinclair and Bianca nodded too.

“I agree unconditionally with the words of the manager!”

“me too.”

Dolores turned her head away with a puzzled expression.

“… … what are you all talking about now? What did I just mumble?”

Then, you can see that already completed newspapers are piled up in a heap.

[The villain ‘Night Hound’ who terrorized the Empire, what is it!?] / Hits: 0

-October 0, last night at dawn. An incident occurs when a mysterious assailant appears and destroys the 00 nursery school… …

Unusually, the attacker did not touch the riches in the safe… …

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Dolores exclaimed in amazement.

“What is this!?”

Then Piggy answered with a bright expression.

“Your manager gave me the nickname ‘Night Hound’. Everyone thought it was good, so we went ahead!”

“Oh no, when did I! Did I really say that?”

Everyone nodded their heads when Dolores asked in dismay.

In just a few minutes, things went by leaps and bounds.

Dolores sighs when she sees the newspapers already piled high.

“Guys. There is still no confirmation that he is the culprit. If you hastily choose a headline like that, it seems like an article written only for views.”

Then Tudor, Sancho, Sinclair, and Bianca raised questions.

“Ah, there were also testimonies from the guards. First of all, I heard that it is certain that the hound of the night destroyed the building and killed the nursery school director? Physical evidence is part of it, but it came out.”

“The boys and girls seemed to have been dead for a while… … But I don’t think that happened in an orphanage directly managed by the Quo Vadis family. I think it would be much more credible to say that the night hound did it.”

“You’re from Quo Vadis, so you’re rather trying to stay neutral. I was impressed. However, since it is such a certain situation, I think it would be good to go as it is this time.”

“Anything like a night hound, as long as I see it in front of my eyes, I shoot it with an arrow!”

The first year freshmen are all chattering excitedly.

Dolores sighed heavily.

I felt apologetic because it seemed as if the honor of the night hound had been tarnished in an instant due to my own mistake.

But there is some truth in what others have said.

Whether or not the Night Hound is really a villain, and if he is a villain, what kind of clear soul and lifelike rescue activities he showed in the past, and if he is not a villain, the bodies of boys and girls found in a nursery managed by a collateral of the Quo Vadis family, And what are the enormous riches of unknown origin?

everything is jumbled up

Only Dolores was confused because she knew what was hidden behind the phenomenon.

Before long, she made up her mind.

“I need to revise the contents of the article little by little. Try to be as objective and unbiased as possible. Excluding speculative statements without physical evidence from the interviews of the imperial guards.”

“yes? But then, do you have anything to write about?”

“If you’re not sure, don’t bet on the game. It won’t be too late to send the accusing knight out when it becomes clear what the Night Hound is doing. At that time, let’s criticize really harshly.”

As Dolores said, the other newspaper staff nodded.

Bianca nodded in agreement.

“If the manager says yes, then it is.”

“… … I agree.”

Sinclair also nodded.

Sancho and Piggy quickly stopped the rotary press and began editing the articles.

However, Tudor, who had a strong heroic temperament, still seemed slightly dissatisfied.

Tudor whispered to Bikir, whom he had become friends with through the tournament in Naphtali.

“Hey buddy, what do you think?”

“… … What do you mean?”

“The hound of the night. He looks like a villain to anyone. how is it?”

“I have no idea.”

“Ah, though. How can I have no thoughts Are you like a villain? Or is he someone with a problem? Which of the two is it?”

Bikir thought for a moment before answering.

‘Am I a villain?’

Countless faces pass through my mind.

The world of destruction, the hell that will unfold within the next dozen or so years, and the face of countless people who have not been able to protect it.

The agony of comrades, comrades-in-arms, friends, older brothers and sisters who died miserably, all missed and loved ones.

How could he not be a sinner, having returned alive alone, carrying their lives and sacrifices on his shoulders?

So Bikir could speak firmly.

“He’s definitely a villain.”

Because he was never a good person.

… … together?

Tudor, who asked the question, is somehow quiet.

“?”

Bikir raised his head.

Then I saw Tudor with a puzzled look on his face and the wavering eyes of the other freshmen.

Everyone was staring at Bikir’s back.

Bikir turns to see Dolores’ face looking down at her with a cold gaze.

“Are you sure the Night Hound is a villain? How have you been listening to me all this time?”

Have you been walking this way?

Dolores, who was just walking by, coldly asks her if she had heard the conversation between Tudor and Vikir.

“… … .”

When Bikir didn’t answer, she spoke again.

“Even if you lose ten thieves, you can’t make one unfair citizen. No matter how the situation is, find solid evidence until the very end. You have to report after that.”

“… … .”

“If ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’, the penalty for the crime committed by the pen must be greater than the penalty for the crime committed by the sword. You guys should take responsibility as journalists from now on. Don’t just spit out words you’re not sure about without thinking.”

All the first year new members bow their heads for no reason at Dolores’ words that point out Bikir.

However, Bikir just sat there with a calm expression on his face.

Then Dolores, who didn’t like that attitude even more, added a stinging comment.

“You said your name was Vikir, right? Aren’t you late today?”

It was Bikir who had a history of being spotted by Dolores from the beginning of the semester and receiving several penalty points.

But when Vikir still didn’t answer, Dolores drew in her breath as if to say something more.

“Anyway, freshmen these days… … That’s when I… … .”

at that time. A sophomore member hurriedly ran into the club room and found Dolores.

“Boss! The banshee club advisor is calling for a moment!”

“what? why?”

“Because of this article! You are asking me to re-edit the article to say that the night hound is definitely bad?”

“ha… … He likes to make enemies on the outside, maybe because he’s a conservative. okay. I will meet and talk.”

Dolores ended the conversation for now.

Then, he stormed out of the club room to meet Professor Banshee along with the sophomore members.

Then, the air inside the room was released.

Tudor let out a sigh of relief and tapped Bikir on the shoulder.

“Tell me, boss. You have a corner like a kkondae.”

“… … It was like that in the past too.”

“A long ago? when?”

“There were times when it was just like that.”

Bikir only smiles faintly.

‘Aren’t the Paladins pushing harder!? Anyway, these days, religious beliefs are the first thing to do!’

‘Young things are missing! I mean, hit and kill even one more demon while you’re resting!’

‘It’s my time! If only demons appeared! Go ahead and jump right in!’

‘You are strong! Charge!’

‘Heroes don’t die!’

Thinking of Dolores in her 30s who led the Holy Knights on the frontlines of the battlefield of destruction before returning.