Episode 205: Mixed Bathing (3)
Bikir was a little, no, a little embarrassed.
“Chocolate~ Noona came in too. Let’s wash together!”
Saint Dolores entered the bathroom.
Dolores Rune Quo Vadis, who is she?
The saintess of salvation who appeared in the age of destruction.
A hero of turbulent times who healed the wounded and punished the evil beings.
At the time of the Warring States Period, when many minor countries were scattered, she was regarded as more than Saint Joan of Arc or Saint Hyeresa, the classical saints who were widely known throughout the continent.
In the ‘Age of Destruction’, when blood formed rivers and corpses piled up mountains, the authority and sanctity of Dolores’ name was comparable to that of a goddess.
… … however?
I never thought I would see that Dolores in the bathroom to take a bath.
Bikir swallowed, closing his eyes tightly.
Of course, I don’t feel any disrespectful feelings like lust.
‘… … But regardless of that, if my comrades saw this, they would try to kill me.’
Dolores was an object of worship for the comrades who fought together in the battle against the demon world.
Because in those days everyone, big or small, owed her life at least once.
Therefore, if they knew that Bikir was now in the bathroom with Dolores in the body of a dog, his comrades would surely open an ax eye.
In particular, it was certain that the paladin-type comrades would pull out their swords as blasphemy.
‘Comrades, I’m sorry. I’ll get you out of here quickly.’
Bikir hurried to get out of the bathtub, feeling bitterly guilty.
of course.
“Choco, where are you going! I should take a bath with my sister!”
With a bright smile on her face, Dolores grabbed Bikir’s body and put her back in the bathtub.
Before long, Dolores began to wash Bikir’s body with a light lather.
“Ugh, why are you so young that you have so many scars on your body? Did you fight with the other kids?”
“… … .”
Bikir tried to stay as still as possible with his eyes closed.
However, there was no way to avoid the soft touch that trampled here and there (?) on the body.
‘Did you say that the rune god is an existence that adjusts the causal law? If so, then the god of this world must be a delusion with a gloomy ego.’
Bikir groaned inwardly and gritted his teeth.
Meanwhile, Dolores hugged Bikir and soaked in a bath filled with herbal bath salts.
“Ah, it’s warm. Is it chocolate?”
“… … .”
“I washed you so hard, but you don’t wash me? Isn’t that a bit unfair?”
“… … .”
Bikir had to blaspheme once more in his heart.
Meanwhile. Apart from that, Bikir felt that his body was gradually recovering.
The wounds inflicted by the lich and the tattered golem, two high-ranking undead, heal quickly.
Internal wounds that had not been easily healed even with the resilience of the dog’s body had healed, and the mana that had run out was quickly filling up.
When Vikir closed her eyes and remained motionless, Dolores said curiously.
“oh? did you close your eyes You feel good, our chocolate, huh? Oh gu oh gu~”
“… … .”
But Bikir had other ideas.
‘To reach a sword master, I have to change my training method a little.’
good idea… … No, a thought to get on the path of salvation.
Vikir began to closely analyze his mana proficiency and swordsmanship proficiency.
The current level of aura that can be emitted is at the level of a sticky liquid, that is, the level of the highest level of a graduate.
His swordsmanship was barely on the level of a Baskerville Type 6 Master and Level 7 Beginner.
In order to step on the level of a sword master, you must be able to harden the density of your aura to a solid level, and you must also master the 7th expression perfectly.
‘… … It’s Baskerville 7 meals.’
Currently, Hugo Baskerville, the owner, is the only one who is learning the 7th meal.
Considering the state he showed when he killed Andromalius in the past, there was a huge gap between Hugo’s 7th and Vikir’s 7th.
‘The Baskerville’s teeth are used for biting, chewing, cutting, crushing and mincing prey. The swordsmanship itself resembles the upper and lower jaws of a hunting dog. In particular, the connection between the seventh tooth and the sixth tooth is important, and in order to perfectly depict the ‘ambush horizontal twin wisdom teeth’… … .’
Bikir deliberately and diligently rolls his head.
However, Bikir’s thoughts were quickly shattered.
“Wow- look at the pink jelly on the soles of your feet.”
Dolores lifted Bikir’s paw and kissed the sole.
Other than that, stroking his hair, pressing his cheek, touching his chin, and rubbing his stomach made him unable to organize his thoughts.
After a while, Dolores said while wiping the foam on the tip of Bikir’s nose with her own.
“Originally, dogs often kiss.”
“… … .”
“We don’t serve chocolate. sad.”
“… … .”
“Aren’t you a dog? Do you think this is suspicious?”
Dolores smiled and cupped Bikir’s cheeks.
And the moment you hear it.
fall-
Bikir’s heart sank.
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‘It’s over if you find out that it’s not a dog.’
I couldn’t imagine what terrible things would happen if that happened.
Perhaps we will have to fight a bloody slaughter against the entire Quo Vadis family’s Inquisition, which is flocking in rage… … .
‘If that happens, the Baskervilles may also move.’
The Baskervilles and Quo Vadis, who support the Empire.
Should a war ever break out between these two families, it would be as large as any number of state-to-state wars that took place in the Warring States Period before the unification of the Empire.
In that case, it might have been better to just close your eyes here.
It is because we cannot cause civil strife among mankind ahead of the destruction battle with the Demon World.
… … In many ways, it is unavoidable.
‘I’m sorry, comrades.’
Bikir closed his eyes and committed an act of deviance that he had never done in his entire life.
side-
He licked Dolores’ cheek once with his tongue.
And Dolores, who received such a kiss (?) from Bikir.
“Kyaaak! cute!”
He hugged Bikir tightly and showered him with kisses.
This too was an unexpected accident.
* * *
The short but long, long but short bath is over.
Dolores came out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed, drying herself.
From the 3rd year, everyone is in a single room, so the bed is narrow to fit the size of one person.
Dolores wrapped herself in the blanket and hugged Bikir tightly.
“It’s fortunate that I have someone to fall asleep talking to today.”
Bikir couldn’t avoid her lips touching his nose again.
Before long, Dolores hugged Vikir and lay down, opening her mouth.
“A lot of people come to me and ask for advice. Confessing one’s evil deeds or faults and seeking absolution or repentance.”
“… … .”
“But I really have no place to tell my troubles or mistakes. Where should I go to confession?”
Bikir closed his eyes and thought quietly.
When fighting Dantalian in the past, when the awakened Dolores gave her a buff, Vikir experienced a strong assimilation with her soul.
The feelings of Dolores that had been passed down at that time come to mind again at this moment.
‘Everyone in the world confesses their sins to me and expresses their worries… … Then, to whom should I confess my sins and express my troubles?’
Sometimes talking to God isn’t enough. There are moments when you want to talk to the same person.
Coincidentally, Dolores was confiding the same concerns to the night hound this time.
Although I am not aware of it as the same object.
The relationship between the father who was divided between the Old Testament and the New Testament. Tired of living as a model student who is always expected. What you always have to do well and achieve good results. And even if you did that well, you could barely make ends meet. If you make a mistake once in a while, surprise and excessive criticism will follow… … .
All of this burden weighs heavily on Dolores’ shoulders.
Dolores looked at Bikir and said.
“Strangely, I end up telling you all of these inner thoughts. It feels oddly familiar.”
“… … .”
Bikir closed his eyes without saying a word.
I heard before that she can read the soul of the target?
It seems that the ability, which is still weak, is gradually growing.
Is that why?
Dolores confided to Bikir one of the biggest worries she had been thinking about lately.
“Do I have to die of old age as a saint? Haven’t you ever held a man’s hand in your life?”
At the same time, it was Dolores who squeezed Bikir’s front paw.
She closed her eyes and whispered into Bikir’s ear as she lay on her stomach.
“The truth is, there’s a guy I’m a little concerned about these days.”
That word was a little surprising. Bikir erected his one ear.
What kind of man could have shaken Dolores’ heart?
‘I don’t know who it is… … I’ll be the enemy of many men.’
Bikir thought quietly to himself.
Many men would have been outraged if Dolores had said such a thing during the Age of Destruction.
That’s because she was the idol and idol of an era.
Meanwhile.
Dolores held Bikir tightly in her arms and pictured in her mind a man whose name and face she did not know.
night hound.
A man who saved me from a terrifying demon, prevented a terrible plague, and accepted me as a reliable back when no one understood or depended on me.
Wouldn’t there be no man in the world who could handle himself if it wasn’t for that level of man?
Dolores thought so.
His true identity is unknown, but he is a good person. nice guy
Despite having the power to defeat a mighty devil, he helps the sick and the poor and understands his anguish while covering himself with filth and curses.
‘and… … At that time, according to the devil’s words, his face was also handsome.’
Dolores blushed for a second.
I don’t think a person’s appearance matters, but… … Well, there’s nothing wrong with being good looking, right? she decided to think so.
After taking a bath, I lay naked on a soft blanket, so I fell asleep.
‘really. I still have work to do today. You should send a letter to the pope and ask about the phenomenon of ‘awakening’ and ‘resonance’ of the saint… … .’
However, at this dawn when the weight of the eyelids was the heaviest in the world, Dolores eventually fell asleep.
The saintess fell into a deep sleep with a relieved face for the first time in a while.
and.
“… … .”
A hound looking down at her sleeping face.
yet.
kiik-
The window was open.
“… … I owe you.”
The hound, which had fully recovered before anyone knew it, began to melt into the darkness again.
