Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 210

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Episode 210 Festival Night (5)

Usher Po Bianca. 18 years old. Consort Shin Gung (神弓秘家) from Usher. An early entrant to the Colosseo Academy.

Participating as a festival organizer, she faced another irritating task.

“I-over there… … I’ve been watching you all this time I like you!”

A male student standing in front of him and holding out a letter. He remembers running into several times in a joint class with fever donation.

Bianca frowned. Then he stroked the artificial mustache under her nose once.

Bianca took another look at the face of the boy in front of her.

Her sharp eye for shooting a needle from a hundred steps away shone.

‘Nice make-up -13 points, Dead skin -11 points, Untidy eyebrows -12 points, Inconsistent lip tone -14 points, Wounds from shaving -4 points, Not tidying up nails and cuticles -4 points, Personal color and clothes mismatch -5 points, split ends of hair due to excessive bleaching -8 points, awkward women’s clothing -22 points, total 7 points out of 100.’

The male student in front of him was quite handsome, but he did not reach Bianca’s aesthetic standard.

More than anything else, the overly sloppy-looking woman’s clothing was an additional point deduction.

‘Wouldn’t it be pretty if you were dressed as a woman? It’s not pretty. I don’t need anything that isn’t pretty.’

From an early age, she liked pretty things.

Pretty clothes and pretty dishes are a natural story.

Pretty doll, pretty weapon, pretty man, pretty woman, pretty horse, pretty saddle, pretty horseshoe, pretty carpet, pretty carpet cleaning broom, pretty carpet cleaning broom holder… … .

As such, Bianca was famous for her demanding aesthetics even within the House of Usher.

It was to the extent that even as a baby, he personally selected a nanny based on his appearance and kept him by his side.

Is that why? Bianca was not interested in men.

Men are basically not pretty. Compared to women, they don’t dress up well and don’t take care of themselves.

If we even put on makeup to look pretty, we whisper among ourselves that we are not manly enough.

So Bianca has lived her life without paying attention to men.

To her, men were basically unpretty creatures, beings who had nothing to be close to for the rest of their lives.

So, from the beginning of the semester until now, she has received countless confessions from seniors and classmates, but she has always refused with a single knife.

‘Bianca! Why don’t you go see the newly released play ‘Worn Out Newbie 2’?

‘I saw that up to 3.’

‘Bianca! did you have your dinner? If you haven’t eaten, would you like to eat together?’

‘I ate until lunch tomorrow.’

‘Bianca! Let’s go worship together at the temple on the weekend!’

‘I believe in voodoo because it’s heresy.’

‘Bianca! When are you free this weekend? Give me some time.’

‘There is no weekend.’

‘Bianca! this Christmas… … .’

‘no.’

I would rather hang out with pretty girl friends, but I didn’t think I wanted to hang out with guys who weren’t pretty.

If I had to pick an exception, would it be Tudor, my childhood friend who grew up bickering with me from childhood?

‘… … But what should I do if I like pretty people?’

I blamed myself for this kind of personality and tried to change it, but the problem of taste did not change at all.

How can we change the fact that even nannies and maids insisted only on pretty girls since they were babies in the first place?

It would be suitable if there was a guy who scored more than 20 points out of 100, but there were few people like that at the academy.

Also, even if there were men who barely satisfied the physical condition, none of them had such great abilities or status that she, the eldest daughter of the Usher family and the head of the Cold Weapons Donation, dared to approach first.

‘okay. i am me I don’t have to go so far as to change my essence to fit in with others.’

So, Bianca had completely given up on dating or making friends with men since entering school.

… … but.

Now, her resolve has long since been shattered.

‘100 points. 100 points!’

Bikir stirs a pot full of stew with a ladle in the kitchen.

Bianca’s gaze at the scene was half-dissolved.

crazy. giddy. rapt. dreamy and decadent.

I have never seen such dangerous beauty even among women.

Where the hell did that nonsense come from?

It feels like a character that can only be seen in 19-year-old doujin comics that I used to read with nosebleeds when I was young has torn the page and popped out.

That is also directly from the character of the exhausted heroine bursting out with the beauty of decadence.

Bianca was grateful to her parents at this point.

Of course, I can’t help but be grateful to you for giving me the sight to look through the eye of a needle even at a distance of 100 paces.

‘and… … How can a man be so pretty? There is nothing to lay.’

Even from a great distance, if you put mana into your eyes, you can see it as if it were right in front of you.

So Bianca continued to admire it even as she handed out tavern flyers from miles away.

Skin as white and soft as ivory crafted without a single blemish, long and plentiful eyelashes, thick, straight eyebrows and eyes as red as lakes of blood beneath them.

Originally, I knew that she looked good, no, pretty, but after putting on makeup, her beauty became even more crazy.

It was only natural that onlookers flocked with Mana screenshot cameras.

“Shall I take a screenshot of Mana too? But voyeurism is a crime. Should I just ask for one picture? ugh… … Women’s Day is only once a year. If we miss today, we don’t know what next year will be like.”

Even in the crowd of people dressed as zombies, skeletons, ghouls, vampires, death knights, witches, and werewolves, Bianca couldn’t take her eyes off Bikir.

Right then.

… Took!

Bianca’s shoulders shook once.

Pararak-

Some of the flyers I was holding fell to the floor.

Shoulders collided in the crowded crowd.

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“Oh really, where do you put your eyes on… … .”

Bianca turns her head away with an annoyed expression.

There was one face that caught her eye.

bone. skull mask. And the red eyes shining in them.

‘omg!?’

Bianca unknowingly swallowed the wind.

[…] … .]

A woman dressed as a skeleton was staring at me.

An eerie chill that is hard to describe in words emanates from her whole body.

A well-crafted skull mask and armor that is too elaborate for a Halloween costume.

‘… … It looks real.’

Bianca swallowed dryly.

She also has a temper, so I’ve never been pushed back by a fight of spirit anywhere, but for some reason I couldn’t show my spirit to the woman in the skull mask right in front of me.

It wasn’t mana or aura, it was the presence itself, the overwhelming aura of a different class was pouring out.

Before long, a hoarse voice came from behind the skull mask.

[be careful.]

He said. It was a tone as if he would just let it go for once, as if he was generous to an insignificant insect.

“… … .”

But Bianca didn’t respond to those words and couldn’t help but look down.

‘Keep your mouth shut and cover your eyes.’

Instinctive warnings were ringing in my head.

If it’s long, if it’s long, if it’s short, it’s the worst horror I’ve ever experienced in my short 18 years of life.

Among the classmates, there were no girls who wanted to be strong, no older sisters who were in the middle of the weight class, and none of the professors gave such a creepy impression.

… … no.

If I had to pick one, would Professor Saadi be the only one?

The hair all over her body stood up. His back was wet with sweat.

Feeling like a hedgehog in front of a giant serpent, Bianca sprinted away, forgetting to pick up the leaflets that had fallen on the floor.

[…] … joy.]

The woman in the skull mask snorts and turns away as if she is not worth dealing with.

Judging from the condition of the skin, body shape, and voice that are sometimes exposed outside the mask or armor, it is assumed that they are about the same age.

However, the presence she radiates overwhelms Bianca, the prodigy of the Usher family and the chief student of the Cold Weapons Donation Department.

“… … Who are you?”

If she had put so much effort into wearing a Halloween costume like that, she must have been an academy student, but Bianca couldn’t have known about it.

“Did you come from the Magic Tower or Varangian? But there won’t be anyone as talented as that. … … Are you a returning student?”

Bianca backed away in a cold sweat and quickly walked towards the Newspaper Club’s pub.

Solicitors stop here.

My legs were wobbly from the fear just now, and I couldn’t walk around at all.

‘I’ll go to the tavern and ask Bikir for a shift. Honestly, I think it would be more helpful for him to attract customers than me… … .’

Bianca was somewhat confident in cooking, so it was a more efficient decision that way.

And most of all, it was necessary to get away from that bloody woman as soon as possible.

‘… … What’s the big deal?’

Bianca quickened her pace.

Newspaper Club’s tavern kitchen.

To the place where Bikir is.

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