Episode 265: Punishment Discount Season (2)
The night air dyed with deep blue light.
The cloudy sky looks like a school of sharks ascending from the depths to the surface.
slap! slap! slap! slap! slap!
Urgent footsteps echoed in this quiet dawn.
A building made of red bricks and a narrow road between buildings. An alley with puddles of water.
“… … Heo-eok, hee-eok, hee!”
A man clad in armor under a black trench coat was wiping the blood from his mouth.
“At this point, I must have been bullied.”
He poked his head out of the building and looked left and right, holding the hatchet at his waist tightly.
After confirming that the street was empty, he let out a sigh of relief and muttered:
“Damn it. Miss Ouroboros, if it wasn’t for that bitch, devouring the ecliptic… … .”
A man who mumbles as if chewing and spitting out.
at that time. Something eerie passed over his head.
“… … !?”
The man with his head up was startled.
It was because a man with both feet stretched between buildings was looking down.
Black Cloak, Plague Doctor Mask. It was a night hound.
“What, what? you?”
The man asked looking up with a bewildered expression.
But the night hound did not answer. But he only kept his words short.
“Name Edward Bourbon Jr. Am I right?”
The man seemed a bit taken aback by that statement and asked.
“Who the hell are you! Ouroboros, did that bitch send it!?”
He rolled his eyes for a moment, then shouted again.
“Oh, no. That bitch always moves alone So, is that a real night hound? Maybe the guy she’s after… … ?”
Judging from how he grips the ax with his hand hidden behind his back while muttering constantly, it seems he has no intention of answering easily.
However, the Hound of the Night was not particularly expecting an answer either.
“aka ‘Saint Bourbon’. Muwei is an intermediate grader. The high-ranking priest of the new pseudo-religion “Ohmkyo”, which is gaining considerable prestige in the north. His first contract with the devil 25 years ago by killing and sacrificing his cousin after molestation. Since then, he has continued to engage in religious activities and destroyed thousands of families through forced donations. At the end of his life, he was attached to the demon army and opposed to the religious chant Quo Vadis. He uses his extensive knowledge and understanding of the scriptures as a weapon to infiltrate the temple as a spy. Later, at the time of the Holy War, he rebelled behind the backs of the Human Union and mortally wounded heroes such as ‘Don Quixote La Mancha Tudor’ and ‘Usher for Bianca’.”
The eerie howling of the hounds at night that can be heard from behind the mask.
“… … I asked if it was right.”
The man groaned at the question.
“What are you talking about! It’s true that I’m a priest and my cousin, but I don’t have any bad ties with Don Quixote or the Usher family… … !?”
But he couldn’t finish talking.
The moment he looked up and opened his mouth.
again-
For a drop of blood fell from the tip of the finger that the night hound extended forward and entered his mouth.
“… … Big!?”
The man struggled with the bitter taste and disgusting energy that was pushed to the tip of his tongue.
No matter how much I vomited and strangled her with both hands, the pain did not go away.
It was such a terrible poison that it completely covered the root of the tongue and clogged the throat deeply.
The man tried to put an aura on the ax pulled from his waist, but the aura was soon scattered in the air.
… thud!
He fell to his death within seconds of blood dripping from his mouth.
It was a bit futile for a master who was an intermediate level graduate.
“… … .”
night hound. Bikir lay face down in the alley, staring down at the dead assassination target.
That guy was the last assassination target of the day, the 19th target.
‘… … wait. What was that guy muttering earlier?’
Bikir recalled the last words the dead had murmured.
‘Damn it. Miss Ouroboros, if it wasn’t for that bitch, devouring the ecliptic… … .’
‘Then is that a real night hound? Maybe the guy she’s after… … ?’
It was a word open to interpretation.
‘Miss Ouroboros? Was she being chased by that crazy woman?’
It seems that the prey Bikir was aiming for was also her target.
Apparently, Miss Ouroboros also seems to have a purpose of its own.
1. Confront mysterious forces and hunt criminals across the ecliptic.
2. Wanting to meet the night hound.
Bikir recalled the time when he used to hunt for gnolls to pay for his tuition.
‘At that time, as soon as he saw my face, he started attacking me recklessly. So I thought it was just a psycho. He seems to have a plan of his own.’
I don’t know what the purpose and plan were, but there was a lot of overlap between Bikir and the movement.
Moreover, it seems that the other side really wants to meet this side.
“Tsk.”
Bikir clicked his tongue and landed on the floor.
After drinking Madame’s poison and searching the dead priest’s body, a crumpled wad of paper was found in his pocket.
< Indulgence >
‘I forgive all the sins of this faithful church member.’
– This indulgence was issued and guaranteed by the Old Testament sect, and forgery can be punished –
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Indulgences sold by the Old Testament sect of Quo Vadis.
While all sides were crumpled, only the phrase ‘forgive my sins’ was particularly clean.
It is quite ironic that this is a memento left by a person who made a pact with the devil and performed the duties of an outsider.
at that time.
[…] … fly fly fly It blooms thickly.]
A reddish, reverse pentagram light radiated from Bikir’s chest.
Dekarabia opened one eye and was looking at the indulgences.
[Smell of a colleague… … Not. It smells of ‘something that was once a colleague’. Never now! not a colleague! Now he’s a complete stranger! No, it’s the smell of an hostile existence!]
Decaravia corrected her words, looking at Vikir’s notice, as if she wanted to regret it.
He seemed worried that Bikir would draw his sword again, saying ‘the devil kills’ or ‘I don’t believe in what the devil says’.
But Bikir was busy thinking about other things, so he wasn’t paying attention to Dekarabia.
“… … The indulgences smell like demons, right?”
Despite the removal of the Quo Vadis family’s demon ‘Gubeun City Dantalian’, the smell of the devil did not disappear.
even.
[Yes. This smell is definitely the smell of the ‘sixth hour’. I always stuck with the old city.]
I also got information that the ninth Tensangshi, who had already finished hunting in the past, was close with the sixth Tensangsi.
“… … good night. I guess I’ll have to search Quo Vadis one more time.”
Bikir nodded and left.
… … .
and.
A few minutes after Bikir left, another long shadow stretched across the alley.
“oh?”
A helmet with two large snake scales sprouting like horns.
And glossy black tights and high heels.
‘Ms. Ouroboros’.
A villain whose identity has never been discovered, despite the intense pursuit of the imperial guards, which are lined up by strong men.
She was staring at the corpse strewn about at the entrance of the alley.
“Huh… … I put up with the troublesome things and pursued them diligently. Have you already been here?”
She raised her head and looked across the alley.
Before long, her eyes, glimpsed through the mask, softened.
“It’s worth chasing the trash hard. I’ll have to follow up soon. do you know If you’re lucky, you’ll show me that noble figure.”
Miss Ouroboros threw herself into the alley on the other side.
It was in the direction where the walls of the Colosseo Academy were towering in the distance.
* * *
The moment Bikir transforms into a dog and comes over the tunnel under the barrier.
Bar-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-
The wake-up call announcing morning rang throughout the dormitory.
“… … phew.”
Bikir was exhausted and returned to the room.
I slipped open the door and went in and sat down on the bed to see Piggy rubbing his eyes.
“Uh-Bikir. You woke up so early?”
“… … .”
Bikir had to sit on the bed for a few seconds and then head out to the playground.
All students gather in the playground every morning to do gymnastics and then go to take a bath or eat.
“It’s fortunate that today is the weekend.”
Bikir was relieved that there were no morning lectures.
weekend. day off.
After the midterm exams and the college league, there was only a little time left before the final exams.
During this short break, students will spend time to recharge, face final exams, and then finally spend a sweet vacation called vacation.
Bikir went to the bathhouse, washed up briefly, and ate breakfast in the student cafeteria.
Afterwards, when I stopped by the newspaper club club room to check the news from last night.
“Wait a minute, Professor! It’s a notice posted with permission! Please don’t take it off!”
“Ho-ho-ho-noisy.”
Bikir heard the sound of an argument coming from outside the window.
I opened the door slightly, wondering what was going on, and looked inside to see familiar faces.
Dolores and other members of the newspaper club.
Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinclair were all in a state of rage.
And on the other side stood a rather unexpected figure.
Professor Sadie.
She was holding in her hands all the posters on the walls of the hallway and the door of the club room.
The contents of the Daejabo were as follows.
poster
In this newspaper club, among the contents of the newspaper article published on October 0, the part related to the criminal activity of ‘Night Hound’ was ‘Ms. Corrected and announced that it was the work of Ouroboros.
This is the copycat of ‘Night Hound’, ‘Ms. An error that occurred because the authorities had not been able to grasp the existence of Ouroboros… …
-All members of the newspaper club Ryukion-
And now, Professor Saadi has torn all these posters related to ‘Night Hound’ and ‘Miss Ouroboros’.
“Ho-ho-ho, guys. This week, I’m in charge of cleaning the environment. So please don’t put these sloppy junks all over the place.”
She brushed her bangs and muttered annoyedly.
“Ugh, why did I have to suffer such an annoying punishment in the first place? I was just running a ‘Help Center for Violent Crimes’.”
“It must have been a problem since they counseled without distinguishing between the victim and the perpetrator, right?”
Dolores pointed it out from the side, but Professor Sadi didn’t even pretend to hear.
Before long, Professor Sadhi went out into the hallway blowing a cold wind.
All the while, Bikir kills the presence and quietly hides behind the locker room.
He has a bad relationship with Professor Sadie due to the ‘left eye incident’.
There is nothing good about meeting them.
“… … uh? brother!”
At that time, Sinclair poked her head out of the window and found Vikir and called out.
“Did you just see it? Professor Saadi turned it over once and went. The poor atmosphere is a complete mess.”
“I saw it too. The momentum was brutal.”
“I used to have a weird personality, but today it was even worse. Did your boyfriend cheat on you last night? Why are you so hysterical? Ah, there can be no boyfriend who would accept that kind of personality in the first place.”
Bikir nodded at Sinclair’s grumbling.
Eventually, Bikir left the club room with the morning newspaper containing the incidents and accidents that had occurred the previous night.
I followed Sinclair for a while, asking where he was going, but soon went back in sulk, saying that I had to practice for a mock investment competition in the afternoon.
The place Bikir headed was the laboratory of Morgue Banshee, the professor in charge.
smart tock-
After knocking, I opened the door and heard Professor Banshee’s cold voice.
“Are you opening the door without answering now? You’re not being cheeky. One point deduction for attitude.”
It was Professor Banshee who noticed that it was Bikir without even looking at the door.
“I’m here to get a travel permit.”
Professor Banshee’s eyes narrowed at Vikir’s words.
“… … out of school? Convenience facilities are all on campus, so what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to visit Rune Church. For repentance.”
At those words, Professor Banshee’s eyes widened.
“Hmm. for repentance? Surprisingly. He didn’t seem religious enough to go to Mass on the weekends.”
Professor Banshee, who tilted his head slightly, signed the pass with a rare, satisfied expression.
“Good. that sincere attitude. It’s been a while since I’ve been liking you, Vikir-kun.”
However, Bikir, who accepted the pass, had other thoughts under his expressionless face.
‘… … I didn’t say I did.’
You don’t go out to repent, you go out to repent.
