Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 149

Episode 149 Volunteer work during Golden Week (6)

‘Dolores Rune Quo Vadis’, the saintess of religious chant Quo Vadis.

Originally, she didn’t like Bikir very much.

No, if I had to ask, it was closer to hating it.

From the first time we met at the academy, Bikir’s image was unfavorable.

‘Bikir. Cold weapon donation class B. What did you do to get so many points already?’

‘… … .’

‘No matter how many attitude points you accumulate, you know that it’s disadvantageous to your grades, right? Sometimes, you may not be able to attend lectures and have to volunteer outside of school. Got it?’

‘All right.’

‘… … I’ll watch.’

A lazy junior who had accumulated a lot of penalty points for how long he had been enrolled as a freshman.

Despite being pointed out for poor attitudes such as being late or entering restricted areas, there was no sign of embarrassment or guilt.

Not only was he lazy and impudent, but he was also cheeky, so of course there was no way he would fall in love with him.

Even Bikir, as soon as he entered the newspaper department, spat out harsh words to the ‘night hound’ without hesitation.

‘He’s definitely a villain.’

When Dolores heard Vikir curse the night hound, something surged inside her.

Do you presume to judge him on the basis of what you know?

A new college student taking classes comfortably in a place with a full stomach, and a guy living a lazy and bad life even in such a cradle-like environment, who dare to evaluate?

Dolores thought of a night hound.

Clearly, he is now a suspect in the terrorist attack on the collateral branch of Quo Vadis, but in his heart Dolores firmly believed that he was not a bad person.

It is because the experience of treating the poor with him when the plague called ‘Red Death’ broke out in the slums of Saint Mecca was still vividly in her mind.

‘Seeing how he didn’t stop treating patients even though he was covered in excrement and urine, how can I evaluate him as a wicked person?’

The holy sacrificial spirit that the hound of night showed at that time was certainly not something that could be imitated with smoke.

In reality, his soul was rough and full of scars, but nonetheless, he radiated clearer and purer energy than any priest.

Who the Night Hound was and where it came from, Dolores did not know.

However, she could guess that he was a man who had walked through countless thorny roads, and she thought that the goodness that had overcome those wounds and blossomed was something holy and noble.

A being who steadfastly does good and sacrifices despite being insulted, oppressed, and persecuted. martyrs.

Dolores was valuing the night hound that way.

That’s why she didn’t like people who cursed martyrs.

It was because they knew what a heavy burden they put on the shoulders of the martyrs walking the thorny road, where they hid in a safe and comfortable place and spat out words without thinking.

… … Is that why?

Dolores has never been able to harbor good feelings for Vikir.

The first time Vikir blocked Dolores’ mouth and pushed her against the wall, Dolores was taken aback.

But later, when she saw Quilty passing in the hallway, she was furious.

She is a saint of the Quo Vadis family, and Quilty is a low-ranking priest, even from her maternal family.

Given her status, there was no reason for Dolores to feel intimidated.

‘Oh, yes. To put it bluntly, even if you forcibly insult a saint, you can repent if you give her an offering.’

Didn’t Quilty even say insulting things about Dolores?

So Dolores became more and more angry with Bikir.

If it wasn’t for Vikir, he would have jumped out and punished Quilty.

Afterwards, Dolores gets angry with Vikir and walks to the other side.

And after a few seconds.

She regretted being upset.

Like a good person by nature, over time, the anger subsides and you look into your mistakes.

Dolores recalled the situation from earlier.

Bikir obviously covered herself with good intentions and was considerate to avoid an uncomfortable situation.

And, frankly, Dolores was uncomfortable, or even a little scared, about meeting Quilty.

You might wonder why he was afraid of his subordinates, but Quilty was not just a subordinate.

Living in the world, there are sometimes people who don’t feel like people below them, even though they are definitely people below them.

For Dolores, Quilty did just that.

His smirk, brashness, and laid-back attitude at all times made Dolores uncomfortable.

She was also well aware that Quilty’s absolute confidence came from money, especially huge offerings to his superiors.

Quilty, the head of the Indulgentia family, used the money he earned from selling indulgences to spread bribes under the guise of offerings, building a strong personal network and power.

It was clear that Quilty, who had a lot of money and had a good relationship with his superiors, was a person that even Dolores, the saintess of the Quo Vadis family, could not treat carelessly.

So even if you openly insulted yourself s*xually, you couldn’t impose any sanctions other than getting angry.

And this conflict within Quo Vadis is already known all over the world through newspaper articles.

In this situation, it is impossible to blindly blame Bikir for his actions to be considerate of him.

‘… … No, it would be more correct to be grateful.’

Dolores eventually had to admit it in her heart.

If he had met Quilty in the hallway earlier, he could have made a mistake by not managing his expression.

And that Bikir is a grateful person who prevented such a situation from happening.

… … Furthermore.

‘It’s suffocating.’

Vikir must have frowned at Quilty.

Judging from this, it can be seen that Bikir also does not like Quilty’s act of selling indulgences.

On that point, Dolores agreed with Bikir, and she thought of Bikir’s image slightly better.

‘still… … It’s not like pushing a woman you don’t know against a wall. what do we… … It’s not like they’re flirting.’

For her, who had never experienced a man before, being pushed against the wall as if being embraced by a man was definitely a strong memory.

Honestly, when I think of that time, my heart still beats.

‘I was really surprised.’

Dolores fanned her hand, feeling her face heat up slightly.

“perhaps… … Except for being lazy, he might actually be a nice guy.”

In Dolores’s mind, Bikir’s rating rose only slightly.

It was a fairly unusual and generous evaluation for her, who usually had the belief that Puritan ethics and sincerity were good.

And after some time has passed.

Dolores went looking for Bikir. At that time, he was to apologize for what had happened in the hallway.

… … together?

It wasn’t easy to meet Bikir even after walking around the entire nursery for half a day.

When it was break time, I asked the first-year students who were taking a break.

“to? do you get away? Did you clean the bathroom with us before? ah! I went to the restaurant earlier. Because the restaurant lacks manpower, it is a catering support. The person who lost in rock-paper-scissors asked to go, but he said he volunteered to go first.”

Tudor, who was chatting in front of the bathroom, responded cheerfully.

Dolores made her way from the bathroom to the dining room.

There, Sancho, who was eating with his children in a restaurant, testified.

“Ah, get out? While I was serving meals to the children and myself, I heard that there was no hot water in the dining room, so I went to check the plumbing. Guy, I can’t even eat because I’m serving food… … .”

Dolores made her way from the bathroom to the plumbing room from the dining room.

There, soaked Piggy pointed his finger at the building in front of him.

“oh! Boss! What a nice lunch! You’re looking for Bikir! I would have gone to the laundromat now. Bikir just fixed the plumbing so I can boil the laundry!”

Dolores went from the bathroom to the dining room to the plumbing room to the laundromat.

There, Sinclair, who was boiling the laundry, saluted bravely.

“Hello, Senior Dolores! yes? Are you Bikir? I was boiling laundry with me until earlier, and the kids asked me to play, so I was taken to the playroom! The kids are also in high spirits! yes? I’m a woman, so why do you call Bikir hyung? Iknow, right? He told me not to call him brother, so he called me brother, and it didn’t matter. Ahaha!”

Dolores went from the bathroom to the dining room to the plumbing room to the laundromat to the playroom.

There, Bianca, who was giving the children a ride on a wooden horse with an annoyed expression, made a statement in a low voice.

“Who? do you get away? ha… … Just a while ago, I was giving the kids a ride on wooden horses, and the kids said they would go out to play, so I went to fix the playground. But I’ll live with him taking the kids. Why are the kids really good at it… … I won’t get tired… … .”

Dolores had to go from the bathroom to the dining room to the plumbing room to the laundromat to the playroom to the playground.

These were Dolores’ thoughts as they walked out onto the field.

‘No, how much work do you do in a day?’

From what I’ve seen so far, Bikir was handling dozens of people’s work.

Cleaning the bathroom, working in the restaurant, fixing the plumbing, doing the laundry, playing with the kids, and even maintaining the playground.

How many of these extremely difficult and arduous tasks have already been dealt with in the morning?

Ordinary academy students don’t have the brains to do this kind of dirty work, so they’re of little help.

When did children who grew up finely do chores like this?

However, Bikir was taking care of all these dirty things by himself in the shadows where no one knew, without showing any sign of boasting.

(Of course, there is no way Dolores knows that Bikir has done all these chores in the army before returning home, so he’s good at it, and now he’s searching for information, so he’s deliberately collecting information by pretending to work by shooting in various places)

But that’s what she thought.

‘Even if my judgment was wrong, it must have been wrong for a long time. He was a very sincere kid… … .’

How could you have thought of this student as lazy and negligent?

Dolores was so ashamed of her prejudice that she wanted to go down a rat hole.

I thought that I had treated everyone without discrimination and prejudice until now, but to think that I was looking at my juniors, especially newbies in the same club, with such prejudiced eyes.

Dolores decided to completely reevaluate Bikir and apologize for all of this.

yet.

Dolores came out to the playground where Bikir was.

Across the playground, I could see children kicking a ball and playing Naphtali.

And Bikir, who was sitting a little further away.

Bikir was working on digging out weeds and boulders and leveling them back so the children could use the playground.

mumbling… …

In the meantime, I took out the paper with letters written on it from my bosom and read it.

‘It looks like he’s studying.’

Dolores was genuinely impressed.

Even in the midst of volunteering for the children like this, he is not neglecting his studies.

What is this if not a model of a true student?

‘… … Did he study well?’

Dolores didn’t know about Bikir’s grades.

Later, when he returned to school, he intended to see how Bikir performed on the written exam.

‘If it’s necessary, I can give you tutoring.’

Dolores was confident that she would be able to help Vikir a lot because she had never been outside of the top 3 in the entire school in her 3rd year handwriting.

Thinking to herself, Dolores walked up behind Vikir and cleared her throat.

“Kuhm!”

When I try to apologize, my mouth just won’t come out.

He was usually the type to apologize right away when he did something wrong, but for some reason, it was difficult for Vikir.

Perhaps it was because of the memory of Bikir swearing about the night hound.

‘That’s just an excuse! Since I was wrong, I should apologize straight away.’

Dolores cleared her throat again.

“Kuhm! Big!”

It was an empty cough, as if trying to force attention.

Then Bikir finally turned his head.

“… … ?”

As soon as Vikir saw Dolores, she put the papers she was reading into her arms.

Dolores opened her mouth in an awkward tone.

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

“What are you doing?”

Bikir’s tone was stiff. He must have been upset about yesterday’s events.

Dolores stuttered slightly.

“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 panicked, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

‘Was the conversation originally this difficult?’

Everyone I’ve met so far has always talked to Dolores without needing to speak first, and the answer came naturally.

Before asking questions, I often lined up the things I was curious about and the things I wasn’t curious about.

But Bikir was different.

Don’t say anything unless it’s necessary.

Even if the other person was the 3rd year student council president and one of the 7 great families of the empire, the saintess of religious chants.

In the end, Dolores decided to be honest and reveal her true feelings.

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

“… … ?”

Bikir frowned slightly.

It seems that the memory of yesterday is very uncomfortable.

So Dolores decided to close her eyes and reveal her honest feelings.

“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… … Yesterday I was screaming and it was really… … .”

but.

She couldn’t go through with the apology.

… Pod!

This is because Bikir suddenly kicked off his seat and ran somewhere.

“I’m sorry… … huh?”

Dolores raised her head.

No, you can’t force forgiveness, but still, it’s kind of a little ignoring and avoiding a person when he apologizes so sincerely… … .

Dolores looked up in shame, shame, and regret.

together?

“What!?”

Dolores’ eyes widened.

The side where Bikir was running was the sewer side, where many children were gathered.

It is so deep and dirty that children are not allowed to approach it.

And some children were already dangerously looking into the sewers.

Dolores also hurriedly ran toward the sewers.

As I approached, I saw that the nymphet was weeping.

‘Oh, the ball… … .’

It seems that the ball the children were playing with fell into the sewer.

She knew that because of the lack of supplies, the children had been refurbishing an old ball several times.

So, every time he came, he would buy a new ball and send it to him, but even that would quickly wear out and explode because so many children were playing with it.

How heartbroken the children must be to have their new ball fall into the sewer after a long absence.

… … When Dolores is thinking like this.

“deep. Get out of the way.”

A brief warning from Bikir followed.

“?”

The moment Dolores turns her head with a puzzled expression.

… with a plop!

Bikir jumped into the sewer. without the slightest hesitation.

… Cheeky! Smack! Kulleong-

In the wastewater, where disgusting filth floated around, Bikir moved as if swimming and eventually retrieved the ball the children had dropped.

Cheak-

Surprised children approach Bikir who has come out of the sewer.

“It’s dangerous, so don’t play near the sewers. The playground over there has been leveled, so let’s play there… … The ball is dirty, so the uncle will wash it and return it.”

Bikir spoke calmly while dripping filth.

and.

“… … .”

Seeing Bikir’s broad back covered in filth, Dolores suddenly felt her whole body heat up.

‘What, what is it? why?’

Both cheeks were so hot that I had to put my cold palms on them.

It was a really strange and strange feeling that even the person himself could not guess the identity of.