Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 148

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Episode 148 Volunteer work during Golden Week (5)

A hot sunny day.

Bikir was pulling out the weeds that had sprouted in the playground.

But while doing the dirty work, Bikir’s eyes and ears are always open.

In order not to miss any information related to Quilty, Vikir did his best to gather information.

It was almost impossible for a mere volunteer to meet Quilty in person, and it was only possible to see him from a distance or get information about his work or daily life through people around him.

Even that was all the more annoying because they were often interrupted by Geronto, Pedo, Hebe, and Efebo, who were always by Quilty’s side.

‘They are strong guys. Especially that woman named ‘Geronto’… … .’

Among the four shadows cast by Quilty, Vikir paid attention to the small-sized wizard woman.

I felt a strong magic power from her, but it seemed to be at least 5th class.

The body was obviously that of a girl who looked about the same age as Bikir, but the magical power she possessed was definitely nonsensical.

It was quite ominous that the black bag he was wearing was also giving off an unpleasant stench.

It seemed to be a relic from a distant past.

… … Well, anyway, if I don’t somehow deal with those four sacks escorting Quilty, I won’t be able to achieve my intended goal.

‘Okay, let’s just focus on what we can see.’

Bikir began to ponder only with the information he had gathered right away.

As a result of analyzing various circumstances, Quilty’s work was not particularly special.

Quilty’s main job was to sell indulgences or indulgences to nobles or merchants visiting the church, and he sometimes sent investment reports or sales books of indulgences to the Quo Vadis family by mail.

The recipients of the mail were almost always Cardinal Humbert Humbert L Quovadis of the Old Testament.

Bikir sneaked over the barrier every night, shot down pigeons and owls flying from Quilty’s office, and intercepted the mail.

Most of the mail contained the following contents:

<Indulgences Sales Statement>

Viscount Becoin: Murdered parents who would donate the inheritance without passing it on to their children, stealing the inheritance after disguising it as an accidental death = all sins are forgiven by paying 1.5 billion gold in offering.

Baron Lageso: Rape and murder the twin sisters who were working as maids, black bury in the sewer = All sins are forgiven by paying an offering of 200 million gold.

Sir Finigig: Murdering a partner and hoarding the investment money, the family of the partner commits mass suicide at the end of life = paying 800 million gold offerings to forgive all sins.

Count Eisel: Accused of massive tax evasion, the amount of tax evasion alone is close to 100 billion gold = All sins are forgiven by paying 300 million gold as an offering.

Quokar CEO: Accused of stock price manipulation, driving more than 10,000 ant investors to suicide = All sins are forgiven by paying 5 billion gold in offerings.

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For example, whether a rich man evaded taxes, a high-ranking noble harassed a servant, or a merchant murdered a business partner… … For this reason, it is the transaction history of buying and selling indulgences.

Bikir read each of the above mails while pulling weeds in the playground.

And soon came to a conclusion.

“… … These are things I don’t need to know.”

These are obviously bad guys, but at least they didn’t betray humanity in collusion with the devil.

If so, at least he was not the target of the ‘Night Hound’.

Bikir paused as he was about to throw away the letters.

A document that confesses the criminals the Old Testament priests deal with, and their secret acts against humanity.

“Maybe it will be a good present for someone.”

This ‘blacklist’ would be a weapon with quite a ripple effect politically.

Bikir put the letters aside for a moment. He intended to keep it somewhere secret.

at that time.

… wiggle!

Something moved in Bikir’s breast pocket.

“… … hmm?”

Bikir was rarely embarrassed.

What had just squirmed in the pocket was enough to make even the always expressionless Vikir’s eyes wide open.

egg. It was a fairly large black egg.

An egg of ‘Madame Eight Legs’ that she found while drifting for two years in the sea of ​​red and black mountains in the past.

Why is this thing that I always carried in my pocket, just in case, wriggling?

“… … ?”

Bikir raised his head.

In the direction in which the eggs were wriggling, several children gathered and were playing Naphtali.

‘no way?’

Bikir had a wild imagination for a moment.

Madame Eight Legs’ egg was once raised in Balak’s village in the same nest as the wolf cubs.

The wolves lived a life of fighting together, hugging, rolling around, and licking eggs.

Could it be that this egg also misses the troubled life at the time? Is that why you want to be with the children at the nursery school when you see them play? Is it just a coincidence that neither the eggs of Madame Eight Legs nor the children in the nursery have parents?

‘No, it can’t be. How could there be spirituality in a mere spider’s egg… … .’

However, if it was an egg of a high-ranking monster with a whopping S risk level and an eight-legged madam, something else might be different.

at that time.

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A ball kicked by a child made a loud noise.

At the same time, all the children’s faces were colored with astonishment.

“Ah!?”

Is it because the ball flew too far?

It wasn’t.

There was a pop, but the ball didn’t move at all.

This is because the leather was torn and the air inside burst.

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“Ah, this was the last ball… … .”

The children huddled around the worn-out ball and wept.

Although this orphanage made a lot of money selling indulgences, the toys the children played with were always old, worn-out toys that had been donated long ago.

The ball the children played with Naphtali was also worn out and had holes in it, and after patching and tying it several times, it finally took the shape of a ball.

Then it eventually exploded and the children could no longer play ball.

“… … .”

The child who kicked the ball last is embarrassed and does not know what to do.

Bikir thought the flustered child’s face was quite familiar.

nymphet. A girl who doesn’t open her heart to volunteers.

The boy was looking at his peers with a teary-eyed expression without his usual expressionless expression.

I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do.

Right then. An amazing thing happened.

… Pod!

The egg of Madame Eight Legs broke through Bikir’s chest and protruded forward.

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Madame’s egg rolls lightly on the floor as if begging the children to play together.

“uh? It’s a ball!”

The children were delighted to see Madame’s egg bouncing this way.

Although the ball bent or bounced in a rather strange direction, the children generally took Madame’s egg as Naphtali’s ball without feeling any discomfort.

“… … It’s absurd.”

Bikir half-opened his mouth as he watched Madame’s eggs bouncing around the playground and herding the children.

The egg seemed somehow happy whenever the children touched it or soared high into the sky.

It didn’t break with a moderate impact, but rather, it bounced up like a rubber ball.

It is a material that fits perfectly as if the heavens gave it to use as a ball when playing ball.

… … But even so, that was definitely not a monster egg, something that children could play with.

Bikir took a step forward to snatch Madame’s egg from the children.

right at that moment.

“Kuhm!”

A coughing sound came from behind.

Let Bikir ignore it and try to take another step forward.

“Kuhm! Big!”

Clearing the throat continued as if trying to force Vikir’s attention.

“… … ?”

A familiar face is reflected in Bikir’s eyes looking back at something.

Saint Dolores. She stood in front of Vikir with a slightly reddened face.

Vikir quickly picked up Quilty’s ledgers and put them in his arms.

Dolores narrowed her eyes at the sight.

“Preparing for the paper test? Are you studying until after volunteering? … … Um, surprisingly diligent.”

“What are you doing?”

When Bikir asks in a stiff tone, Dolores clears her throat once more, then averts her gaze.

“Mmmmm, great! that, just What about volunteer work? When I asked other friends, they seemed to be working pretty hard. Is it worth it?”

“yes.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … Oh, is that the end? answer?”

“yes.”

“… … I see.”

Dolores doesn’t seem to be able to adapt to Bikir’s short answer.

That’s also true, because she’s lived a life where if you ask a question, you’ll get 10 or 100 answers.

Dolores twisted the ends of her hair with her fingers a few times before opening her mouth with difficulty.

“… … yes, actually. I came to tell you something about yesterday.”

“… … ?”

Bikir frowned slightly.

‘Yesterday?’

It seems to have been forgotten because it is not important.

As Vikir recalled what happened with Dolores yesterday, Dolores hesitated but continued.

“Hmm, maybe it’s because the family situation is a bit intertwined… … Maybe I overreacted to you yesterday. But you must have been trying to help me… … I’m really sorry that I yelled and did just that yesterday… … .”

Dolores seemed to be talking about being shoved into the hallway the previous day, with her mouth shut by Vikir.

but.

“… … !”

Bikir wasn’t paying attention to what Dolores was saying right now.

Because much bigger things have happened than that now.

Cuckoo!

Madame’s egg, kicked by the nymphet, flew high into the sky again.

But he got the wrong landing trajectory.

… with a plop!

All in all, it fell into the deep sewer at the corner of the playground.

All the children screamed.

“Ah!? no! It’s the last ball left!”

“Without that, we can’t do anything in the future!”

“Pick it up! have to pick it up! Otherwise… … !”

The problem is that the filth and wastewater flowing through the sewer are being sucked directly into the underground sewage treatment plant, and the ball that fell there is not a simple ball.

rumble… …

Even at this moment when the children are panicking, Madame’s eggs are flowing towards the sewage treatment plant.

Also, the sewers were too deep and too fast for children to enter.

An urgent situation in many ways.

So Dolores couldn’t finish talking.

“I’m sorry… … huh?”

Because the object of the apology, Bikir, ran to the playground while she was talking.

“deep. Get out of the way.”

Bikir gave a brief warning to the children who had gathered in front of the sewer and stamped their feet, then fled.

And then.

… with a plop!

Without hesitation, he jumped into the sewage system, where filth was floating around.

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