Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 162

Episode 162: Crime and Punishment (1)

And thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

He hides his naked misdeeds with old words stolen from the Bible.

-William Shakespeare, from 『Richard Ⅲ』-

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Quality.

The head of the Indulgentia family, a family belonging to Quo Vadis, a religious chant.

A faithful follower of Runonism, an ardent evangelist, an honorary mayor eating the rust of the imperial family, and a benevolent orphanage director who lovingly takes care of children who have nowhere else to go.

However, it was all just a mask, behind which was an ugly devil’s face.

Quilty looked down at Geronto’s corpse with a kind smile.

“Ho-ho-ho! You gave me a very harpoon.”

His gaze shifted to the four black hilts that peeked out of Vikir’s cloak.

These were the things that Ephebo, Hebe, Pedo, and Geronto were wearing on their faces.

Quilty grunted as if he was in trouble.

“Are all four broken? I borrowed it from ‘that bitch’, so I have to give it back someday, but this is such a big deal. How much more trouble will that damn girl have… … .”

It was an exaggerated gesture and tone, as if a theater actor was on stage alone and giving a speech.

Meanwhile.

Dolores, who saw Quilty’s relaxed smile throughout, stepped forward in a rage.

“You bastard! How can you wear the mask of a saint and commit such an ugly thing! Bringing demons into the nursery!? What the hell are you thinking!”

“Ho-ho-ho! What do you mean? Didn’t the saintess see it in person? What was found under Quo Vadis’ orphanage, monastery, or hospital grounds.”

Dolores tilted her head, unable to understand Quilty’s words for a moment.

And then, she realized. What Quilty was talking about now.

‘bone! A human skeleton!’

Yes.

demons eat humans Among them, only the body, a very young individual.

Eventually, Quilty licked his lips and smirked.

“As expected, young people are the best. It’s delicious.”

It was an obvious provocation.

Dolores was glaring at Quilty with a mixture of surprise and anger on her face.

“Cannibals! Cannibals! Yes, you really were a demon… … !”

“Since I’ve been a bit of a cannibal, it’s a bit harsh to denounce them as demons unconditionally, right? A lot of people eat it besides me. The tall ones.”

“What, what!?”

Dolores opens her mouth in amazement.

But Quilty was unconcerned throughout.

“Those who have enjoyed all kinds of delicacies on high places are naturally interested in ingredients they have not eaten. How many people did you introduce them to, and after that, they naturally became fashionable?”

“Don’t talk nonsense! There can be no such person!”

“Ho-ho-ho. why is there no Even your quo vadis alone are numerous.”

“… … !”

Dolores staggered once, as if genuinely shocked.

Quilty giggled and continued.

“What do you understand? The shock will be great. But, lady. Humans usually have multiple faces. Even if he is a faithful priest from the front, no one knows what kind of face he will make behind him.”

“gibberish!”

“Ho-ho-ho. That’s bullshit. Does the saintess always live with only one face? Has she never put on an embarrassing face? Can you say with certainty that she never once boiled her insides with an ugly expression under the mask of hypocrisy?”

At those words, Dolores’ pupils shook slightly.

there is.

I did something embarrassing recently.

Bikir. A male student belonging to the same club at the same academy.

Although he is older than her, he is two years younger than her.

Recently, Dolores drank too much while playing a board game, and had been rude to Bikir’s pants.

And in order to escape the situation, he even committed an unscrupulous act of blaming Bikir (although not voluntarily).

Is that all?

If you look at it small, you can mention the mannequin case, and if you look at it big, there are even more.

A saintess who should love and embrace all people.

A candidate for Sogaju who has to live up to his family’s expectations.

The leader of the New Testament faction who must oppose the Old Testament faction.

An exemplary student who should remain the pride of the school.

The student council president who should be an example to the juniors,

The head of the newspaper department who must always be fair and just.

.

.

After all, she also has many faces and various desires such as anguish and burden, inferiority complex, hatred, and laziness.

So Dolores stood still, momentarily speechless.

at that time.

… chin!

There was a hand on her shoulder.

Rough and rough, but warm touch.

The Night Hound stood right next to Dolores.

His low voice tickled my ears.

“I could be wrong. That’s why he’s human.”

Moment. Dolores felt the pressure that had been pressing down on him all at once melt away.

It wasn’t just the pressure of having the devil in front of him.

I feel as if all the pressure I felt while living in a position of great responsibility as a saint, student council president, etc. has been relieved at once.

Like a little salvation. It was a feeling as if a corner of my heart had been comforted.

“… … Is it really so?”

Dolores asked with a lot of emotion.

Vikir silently nodded.

Of course, it was an act without any intention.

‘If a person is in a hurry, he might pee once.’

Bikir was just talking about getting drunk and rude about his pants.

However, Dolores seemed to be comforted in many (?) ways.

Moment.

‘… … Oops! It can’t be released!’

Dolores reached out and patted her cheek.

When the night hound told me it was okay, I felt relieved somehow.

Even I was surprised.

Dolores, realizing that she had been relying heavily on the night hound all these years, unknowingly, made up her mind.

‘I am a saint. And he’s the candidate for the head of the Quo Vadis family. You should be someone’s support, don’t lean on anyone!’

However, even with such a firm resolution, I couldn’t help but keep looking at the wide back of the night hound.

… … Meanwhile.

Quilty narrowed his eyes and looked at Vikir.

The saintess of the Quo Vadis family was born with great potential and talent, but because she was still young and immature, she was able to bake and boil with just three inches of her tongue.

However, the plan to shake the saintess’s mind failed because an unexpected guest appeared.

Quilty looked at Bikir with a smile on his lips, but eyes that were not smiling.

“By the way, what are you? He’s been raiding branches under my umbrella lately, isn’t he? You must be the one Ephebo owed a while ago.”

“You know, what do you keep asking?”

Quilty laughed at Vikir’s growling reply.

“good. Anyway, now I’m getting tired of this middle-aged actor’s face. Because I wanted another young and pretty face. When I see really pretty faces, I have a hobby of collecting them. Just like yours.”

Quilty seemed to see through Vikir’s plague doctor’s mask with his unique ability related to ‘face’ and ‘mask’.

Meanwhile, hearing those words, Dolores looked back at Vikir with her eyes slightly wide open.

‘… … Mr. Night Hound must be handsome. It’s surprising.’

Since she cannot see the face behind Vikir’s mask, she can only guess based on Quilty’s words.

‘Is it a beauty that even the devil would covet?’

Dolores blamed herself for being tempted by Quilty’s words even though she knew she shouldn’t be like this.

Meanwhile. Quilty continued to mutter.

“Ho-ho-ho! I’ve always coveted the leather on the face of Saint Dolores, but it turned out well. And she even has a prettier face than that, so what kind of rice cake is this? Two new faces will be added to my collection today… … !?”

But he couldn’t get his lines out to the end.

“Gap.”

Bikir’s voice rang out briefly.

jjeook-

It was because Quilty’s head split into two pieces in one blow.

“… … ?”

Quilty’s skull split into left and right sides.

Vikir landed lightly behind Quilty, who was spitting out black blood.

Iahab (居合). A series of extremely polished swords, quick swords, and lead swords.

At the same time as Bikir stood up on the steep ledge.

… thud!

Quilty fell down the railing and crashed.

Seeing this scene, Dolores put on a dazed expression.

“?”

Could it end like this?

For a final boss, it was incredibly futile.

… … In fact, it was correct to assume that Vikir had not fully revealed her skills so far rather than that Quilty had died in vain, but Dolores had no way of knowing that.

and.

“Of course this is not the end.”

Bikir warned Dolores.

“Get ready. From now on, the ‘real’ will come.”

And as if to prove Vikir’s words, Quilty jumped up from the floor.

He spoke softly, his mouth split in two.

[what… … ji?]

Quilty’s two eyeballs were so bloodshot that it seemed like they were not of normal creatures.

It was only then that he smelled Bikir.

The smell of demon hunters that only demons can sense.

It was something that had been tightly hidden under a mask and black cloth.

Bikir started to show his momentum in earnest.

Tsutsutsutsutsutsu… …

Black air currents and red air currents fiercely wrapped around Vikir’s whole body.

At the same time as the hidden power and energy exploded, the spirit of the hound that had been running through countless battlefields revealed its teeth.

Naturally, the smell of countless drops of blood on his teeth also began to emanate.

devil’s blood. And among them, the most recent bloodstain.

It belonged to Andromalius, the tenth poet!

The last words left by the dying demon of the Demon King class were roughly engraved in Vikir’s soul and remained as deep marks, which soon became karma of life, making Vikir’s soul and body even more ferocious and strong.

And there was no way Quilty wouldn’t be able to smell it.

Finally, the smile completely disappeared from his lips.

[No way, Andromalius recently… … Lost contact… … ?]

Bikir didn’t answer.

However, the hidden aura exploded more strongly, and the smell of Andromalius’ blood only grew thicker.

Through that, Quilty, realizing that Andromalius was killed by Vikir right in front of his eyes, soon let out a desperate sigh.

[Ohhh! In order to open the gate to the Demon Realm, ten Demon Lords must gather their magic! In this yard… … Now that one is gone, the burden on the remaining nine will only increase! Andromalius you fool!]

The more his voice became distorted, the more Quilty’s appearance began to change.

[This is unforgivable! Big business… … It has been delayed for more than ten years!]

A bitter cry, a cry of lamentation.

The voice was so terrible that just hearing it made me sick to my stomach and made me vomit.

Deed Dede Deuk!

Before long, Quilty threw off his pitiful skin and began to bring out the true face of the time when he was walking sideways in the demon realm.

“Huh!?”

Dolores swallowed the wind and stepped back.

but.

“… … .”

Vikir watched all of this with a calm attitude, not taking a single step back.

‘It’s finally up.’

Of the ten poems, nine counts, ‘Dantalian’!

It was the opponent Bikir had been waiting for.