Episode 294: Confession (2)
The night sky dyed blue.
A small knock echoed in the dark hallway at dawn.
Knock knock – click!
The sound of the doorknob turning can be heard in a low voice.
However, the door did not open immediately.
Bikir looked around for a moment.
The women’s dormitory at night is extremely quiet.
A pungent smell coming from somewhere, whether it be because of the smell of feet or because the laundry was dried incorrectly, the sound of snoring that can be heard even through a closed door, and a shared locker that can be seen destroyed in places.
Overall, the scenery is not much different from the men’s dormitory hallway.
The moment when Bikir confirmed once again that no one was awake.
Awesome…
The door opened softly and shyly.
“Are you my brother?”
Inside, Sinclair stuck her head out.
Seeing Bikir’s face, Sinclair smiled broadly and whispered.
“Come in.”
The door opens and the warm air inside hits your skin.
The room with the sweet scent of unknown berries did not show that it was decorated very well, but it looked quite peaceful thanks to the props that gave off a cozy and antique atmosphere.
“Bianca. Wasn’t it the same room?”
“It seemed like I was sleeping in another friend’s room. He hasn’t been on good terms with me lately.”
“Aren’t you two the best of friends? Why all of a sudden.”
“… … just. it’s all my fault lol-“
Sinclair greeted Bikir with a shy smile.
She wore a white tee and pink dolphin pants and a wet towel around her neck.
A faint scent of shampoo wafted from her short hair, which was still not dry.
“ruler! brother!”
Sinclair yanked something at Bikir.
After receiving it, I see a can of beer with cold water droplets attached to the surface.
Sinclair grinned and pulled out the cookies.
“It’s time, so I can’t eat anything. Please bear with me even if the snacks are a bit scanty.”
“Does not matter.”
“thank god. Ah, brother, are you good at board games?”
Sinclair clapped her hands and pulled out various board games from under the bed.
Games with simple rules such as Jenga, Rumi Cube, and Uno.
“how is it? Shall we see each other for the first time in a while?”
“… … It’s been a really long time.”
Bikir nodded.
When it comes to board games, I played boringly with my comrades in my class before returning.
But for some reason, it was the memory of the old nursery school volunteer work that preceded the memory of that time.
‘Have I become too dull?’
Bikir felt anew that a lot of things had changed after returning.
It was the same for the surroundings and Bikir himself.
clattering-
Seeing the Jenga collapse in vain, Sinclair tousled her hair with both hands.
“Ah, really. Why do you keep harassing me!”
“It is important to look at the center of gravity. If you don’t lean to either side and keep your center well, you will never fall down.”
“Chit. It’s easy to say.”
Sinclair pursed her lips and piled up another Jenga, only to knock it down again before long.
“Ah, I really can’t play board games with my brother. why are you so good It’s like someone who just ate and did this.”
“There was a time like that.”
“huh?”
Sinclair opens her eyes like a rabbit.
Instead of answering, Bikir just quietly closed his eyes.
Soon, the number of empty beer cans crumpled began to increase.
Sinclair’s expression loosens up a bit as the alcohol kicks in.
The reddish blush was gradually getting darker on the unusually white skin.
“I want to go see the Milky Way.”
Vikir thought for a moment at Sinclair’s casual muttering.
‘I always come here and look at the Milky Way when I’m in the mood.’
That’s what Sinclair once said.
‘Come to think of it, this guy said he would go to the rooftop if he had troubles.’
Drinking canned beer on the rooftop with a clear view of the Milky Way would have been Sinclair’s only way to relieve stress.
But now, the rooftop, the perfect spot for the Milky Way, has become an access-limited area.
It was because the student council president Dolores personally blocked it.
‘… … It was the meeting point while preparing for the hunt for Belial.’
Bikir rubbed his chin once. And he asked in a low voice.
“You must be sad that the student council president Dolores blocked the roof.”
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For a moment, upon hearing Dolores’ name, Sinclair was visibly taken aback.
Her eyes, as wide and clear as a lake, were in deep water for an instant.
Bikir watched the commotion without missing it.
“What happened with the student council president?”
Bikir asked again.
There is no way that Vikir is unaware of what happened in the bourgeois family the other day.
However, there was something strange, so I wanted to point it out again.
‘I thought he wouldn’t be a weak character who would lose his mind just by witnessing a fight between a demon and a demon hunter.’
Bikir looked at Sinclair with some doubt.
However, Sinclair kept her head down and remained silent and silent.
“… … .”
“… … .”
A room where silence subsides. Bikir waited patiently, carrying a heavy silence.
Then, before long, the answer came back.
“I’m about to drop out.”
It was quite unexpected, completely different from the intention of the question, so even Vikir couldn’t help but open her eyes wide.
‘what? In the world before the regression, Sinclair will graduate from the academy after completing all four grades faithfully… … .’
Literally.
Sinclair is an alpha girl who never missed the first place in the entire school from the time she entered the school to the graduating class of her senior year.
In the meantime, when he took on the position of vice president of the student council in the second year and student president in the third year, he lost his prestige, and as soon as he graduated from the academy after finishing the fourth year, he immediately disappeared from the world.
But now the reality has changed.
Just before Sinclair finished his freshman year, he declared his withdrawal from school with only the final exam left.
“Of course I haven’t told anyone yet. I’m going to tell you first.”
Sinclair smiled weakly.
Bikir asked briefly.
“Is it because of the student council president?”
“That’s not right. It has nothing to do with the president, of course. It’s just that I’m so tired and tired… … .”
It was only natural that Sinclair’s words were false.
It was because Bikir knew that before returning, she graduated straight from the first grade to the fourth grade without taking a single leave of absence.
“Burnout must have come. I’ve been wanting to quit school for a while now. So I deliberately acted coldly to get away from the kids… … .”
Sinclair continued.
But Bikir didn’t listen to her.
I just asked to get to the core.
“Looks like there was something wrong with student council president Dolores.”
“Ah~ it’s not. just me… … .”
“Is it because of what happened in the bourgeoisie?”
In an instant, Sinclair’s expression hardened as soon as Bikir’s words were finished.
‘also.’
Bikir realized he had hit the mark.
A great incident in the bourgeoisie. The night we hunted the sixth corpse, Belial.
Sinclair seems to have been particularly shocked.
“Oh, no. Nothing happened that day… … .”
She waved her hands in great bewilderment.
but.
chin-
Bikir silently reached out and grabbed Sinclair’s wrists.
“What’s going on?”
“… … !”
“What made it so difficult for you?”
“… … .”
Sinclair’s pupils seemed to dilate in an instant, and then they trembled slightly.
Seeing that, Bikir was convinced once again.
Battles with demons are bound to remain as terrible memories for humans.
The higher the rank of the demon he hunted, the longer and more intense the battle.
Bikir had seen many comrades complaining of severe aftereffects after the demon hunt, so he was quite familiar with this kind of counseling.
‘If it’s the trauma after the battle, I’ll be able to help you overcome it.’
Bikir did not want Sinclair, who could become a great force for the future human union, to go into seclusion with his back to the world.
but.
Sinclair’s answer that followed was certainly completely unexpected even for Vikir.
“… … killed.”
“what?”
Bikir asked, and Sinclair opened his mouth once again, with a severely trembling voice and an unusually imprecise and muffled pronunciation.
“The night hound killed my father.”
The moment he heard those words, a lightning strike struck Bikir’s head.
The night hound killed only one thing, Belial, that Bourgeois had bitten and killed inside that night.
And the human body occupied by Belial, the host. It was Bartolomeo, the patriarch of the bourgeois family.
‘That means… … .’
The moment Bikir tries to open his mouth as he sorts out countless thoughts.
Warak-
There was a feeling of weight jumping into his arms.
Sinclair leaned forward and hugged Bikir at the same time.
Sinclair seemed to be crying, seeing his chest getting wet.
Vikir froze in place, unable to push her away or hug her.
“… … .”
“… … .”
The two men and women stayed still for a long time.
… … how much time has passed
Eventually, Sinclair’s tremors gradually subsided.
The hound’s mouth was half-open, but he hadn’t yet come up with anything to say to the lamb that had burrowed into its bosom.
Right then.
Sinclair lifted her head from being buried in Vikir’s arms and looked up.
“Now it’s your brother’s turn to answer.”
Then he asked with watery eyes and a trembling voice.
“… … What do you think of me, brother?”
