Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 127

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Episode 127 Admission to Academy (2)

“Now, is this where I will be going from today!”

A boy enters the academy.

A boy who walks confidently to the front gate of the academy with strong aspirations.

And many people in the same situation as the boy, that is, freshmen in their 20s, form a huge crowd and walk the same path.

Just like carp running back toward the entrance gate.

Just then, a middle-aged woman’s voice came from behind.

“oh! look at him! What if I leave my school bag behind!”

Presumably the mother of a freshman boy, she called her son’s name as she hurriedly ran toward the academy’s main gate.

“Hey! Bikir! I need to pack my backpack!”

Then, among the numerous people climbing the uphill road to the front gate, some turned their heads.

“uh?”

“Me?”

“me?”

Ten boys scattered all over the place turned their heads.

It happened because they all had the common name ‘Bikir’.

“Oh, Mom! What if I call you so loudly!”

Bikir, who had left his school bag, comes down with a reddened face, grabs his school bag, and climbs uphill again.

The other nine Bikirs also turned their heads, realizing that their mother hadn’t called them.

… … but.

There was also a Bikir who never looked back in the first place.

Stuffy bangs covering his face, horn-rimmed glasses that completely cover his eyes, a freshman wearing a shabby shirt and pants and carrying a simple luggage.

Bikir. Bikir Van Baskerville.

A boy who gave up his Baskerville surname for a while and took the academy exam as a commoner.

Vikir thought it was good that she left Baskerville’s last name in her heart.

Of course, the name of ‘Bikir van Baskerville’, who received commendations even from the imperial family, became so famous that everyday life became very cumbersome.

‘… … It goes against the fundamental purpose of coming to the academy.’

Bikir entered the academy and had a clear idea of ​​what he wanted to do.

It is to catch and kill the demons hiding in the ecliptic, as well as the traitors and intrigues of mankind.

In this way, the era of destruction that will come in the near future is prevented.

Bikir recalled the memories before returning.

Ten high-ranking demons who descended to the human world.

Gathering their strength, they erected ten huge pillars and built a gate to the demon realm on top of them.

The demon ‘Andromalius’, who was wearing the skin of Setre Baskerville, was one of the ten demon lords.

Fortunately, it took a lot of time to kill him before he could accumulate power, so it’s a shame that even if he delayed a little longer, it would have been a big deal.

If it wasn’t for Vikir in the first place, no one would have noticed the existence of Andromalius.

And now, it is clear that the other nine Demon King-level demons are also hiding in the human world wearing human skin.

‘According to Xindi Wendy’s investigation, it was said that some high-ranking officials who had contact with Set lived here in the ecliptic.’

Since it is a place with many people, it is only natural that the possibility of demons lurking is that high.

That’s why Bikir also came to the academy of the zodiac and made up an appropriate identity to avoid suspicion.

An academy freshman from a commoner background.

While taking classes, you will often have to go outside the academy to assassinate, but if you become too famous and get attention, you will inevitably encounter difficulties in many ways.

So Bikir deliberately entered the academy as a commoner.

It only focused on the written exam.

‘… … I’m confident in the theory.’

It was a bit excessive to have won first place, but the reality is that writing grades, not practical skills, are not treated very well anyway.

Perhaps it was an expression of regret for not having properly taken the academy’s theoretical classes in a previous life.

<The Facts and Facts of Modern Swordsmanship Theory… … >

<The ecology of the new species of monster, Mushufushu, from an anthropological point of view… … >

<Study on the habits and strategies of the Yeti who live in the snowy mountains of the North Continent… … >

<Discuss the possibility of undead type monsters that do not work with divine power, and discuss the strategy… … >

The field experience of a veteran veteran who survived the era of destruction was also a great help in dictating or describing theories.

Therefore, Vikir was able to fill out the answer sheet without difficulty and won the first prize for that alone.

Meanwhile.

In front of the dormitory where Bikir goes to unpack his burdens for the future, numerous senior students were waiting to welcome him.

“Do you know the Tao? Would you like to explore that in our domino club?”

“hey! You look so blessed on your face! Why don’t you join our fugu cooking study group!”

“I’m going to have a nice talk, but come over here! Our meditation group… … .”

“Will you do a survey for me in a minute? All you have to do is put your fingerprint and seal on the club membership form you like.”

Various clubs, study groups, small groups, clubs, etc.

Numerous current students are working hard to appeal to the hearts of freshmen.

Among them, the clubs that the most freshmen are interested in are the major clubs that help with the specs, or the clubs that are exciting just by listening to them.

The student council, various sports clubs, band clubs, dance clubs, theater clubs, economic research departments, and cooking clubs are the main pillars that freshmen flock to.

On the other hand, the Newspaper Club, Gardening Club, Art Department, Reading Department, and Beetle Research Department were relatively unpopular clubs.

Meanwhile. The seniors who encouraged them to join the club were also looking for some freshmen with their eyes on.

First of all, ‘Tudor’ of the Don Quixote family, famous for spearmanship, and ‘Bianca’ of the Usher family, famous for archery, were the first targets of recruitment by the seniors.

It was the same with ‘Sinclair’, whose affiliation was unknown, but recorded tremendous results of first place in practical skills and second place in writing.

… … But none of these things are of interest to Bikir.

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Bikir was only thinking about going to the dormitory to unpack and rest.

Because I have to start killing right away from tonight.

‘How many pages are there in the book of killings alone?’

blacklist.

Among humans, not demons, there were many things that deserved to die.

Traitors who sold humanity to the side of the devil.

‘… … There are too many people to kill.’

Bikir was alone in his thoughts as he walked among the fresh freshmen.

Right then.

“Newspaper department, newspaper department~ Receive information within the school quickly~”

A familiar voice is heard from somewhere.

Where Bikir looked, a familiar face was soliciting customers by handing out flyers and application forms.

Saint ‘Dolores L Quovadis’.

The youngest early-entry student.

Current 3rd year senior.

The academy’s student council president.

And the head of the newspaper department.

The best idol in school who has never lost first place in the past three years.

She was handing out the application form herself.

“senior! Please take a look here! Kyaaaagh!”

“Seniors! I am a fan! i love you!”

“I entered the academy to see my senior!”

“and! You are really so beautiful! So pious and holy!”

Freshmen are rushing in to get the fliers handed out by this legendary senior, to catch her eye at least once.

“… … .”

However, the one who passed in front of him only pressed the bangs that covered his face and the thick horn-rimmed glasses more and more.

He has already lost contact with Saint Dolores.

‘… … I met him once when he was active as a night hound.’

Thanks to the holy water she made at the time, the plague of the flood was able to subside.

However, at that time, she wore a mask and walked around, so the saintess now does not know Bikir’s real face.

Therefore, Bikir had to turn away from where she was and head towards the dormitory so as not to be discovered.

It was because there was nothing good to stand out for nothing.

* * *

The atmosphere in the dormitory was quite comfortable.

The building was large and grand, but from an individual point of view, there is no need to go around this large building.

It was well-designed so that there was no need to wander around except for the limited areas of the floor, hallway, and stairs where the room was located.

The male dormitory and female dormitory are attached to the two main buildings in the shape of a letter, but they are strictly separated, and different floors are used for each grade.

4th year on the 1st floor, 3rd year on the 2nd floor, 2nd year on the 3rd floor, and 1st year on the 4th floor.

It seems that he was considerate because the older he gets, the harder it is to climb the stairs.

The room was a double room, neither large nor small, and the basic option was a simple configuration with one large bunk bed, one equally large desk, and two chairs.

It feels like an ordinary youth hostel except that the bathroom with shower is a bit outdated.

… chin!

Arriving at the room, Bikir put down a few clothes on the desk.

at that time.

“… … uh uh Oh, how are you? Are you in this room too?”

A voice is heard from the toilet next door.

A short male student was standing where Bikir turned his head.

blond hair. A few splinters on the cheekless face. It was a pretty cute look with a neutral appearance.

On his chest was a name tag with an old handwriting.

‘Piggy.’

He was a roommate who would share a room with Bikir for a year.

And Bikir already knew this friend.

‘Piggy. I’ll see you again here.’

relationship before returning. I remember her as being a nice guy.

To the extent that he reached out to Vikir, who was doing chores, who came to assist the triplets of the Baskervilles, and took care of this and that.

Piggy was nice in this life too.

“Oh, your name is Vikire. Good luck in the future. Please understand if I’m frustrated because I’m a little sluggish and slow. Oh, and the bed is on the second floor, so you pick the floor you like first!”

Bikir sighed for a moment at Piggy’s bright suggestion.

The students at the academy are young but clever.

Because they are the ones who listened to the elite voices from the outside in their own way and did it one by one, they are familiar with the sense of choice, betrayal, politics, and bullying.

A nice and naive guy like Piggy is bound to be weeded out soon in the jungle of freshmen, where there is a lot of fighting over the initiative in the beginning.

‘… … It was actually like that in my previous life.’

Piggy was a student who suffered for a long time as a victim of school violence.

Because of her cute appearance, small physique, and timid personality, she had no choice but to stand out from the crowd of big, muscular, and outspoken male students.

His hobbies of quietly reading or analyzing information by himself did not fit with the overall academic tradition of reverence for power.

Bikir knows that, so she has no choice but to look at him with compassion.

‘Before returning, Piggy’s roommate was Hivero Les Baskervilles, maybe? It’s worth knowing what kind of school days Piggy had back then.’

Knowing it or not, Piggy was breathing a sigh of relief at the thought of meeting a roommate whose first impression was a little reticent, but still kind.

He seems to have worried a lot by himself about what to do when he meets a scary roommate.

at that time.

Piggy spoke to Vikir first.

“Bikir. Are you going to OT later in the evening?”

Freshman orientation.

A place to educate newly admitted freshmen about the general things of the school… … It reads as a place where seniors meet and have a drink with freshmen and get to know each other.

It is not particularly compulsory, but nonetheless, all freshmen are required to attend this place.

It is to build friendships with seniors while getting close with the classmates who will see them over the next four years.

The familiarity they gain here will become the foundation for success in the future, a so-called ‘line’, and in order to build this network, they entered here after breaking through a ‘blood-splattering’ competition.

… … but.

“no.”

Bikir had no interest in such things.

assassination.

Because from now on, I really have to go to splatter blood.

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