Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 295

Episode 295 Confession (3)

Bikir had other thoughts for a moment.

‘… … Esse, Non Videri.’

Exist, but not revealed.

Two heirs who were aiming for the peak of the next generation of the bourgeoisie.

One was Juliet, the daughter of Damian, the second son, and the other was the son of Bartolomeo, the eldest son.

Gender unknown, age unknown, existence of which nothing is known.

‘Unfortunately, my older brother and I both had only one daughter.’

Had it not been for what Damian had said, she would not have known that Bartolomeo’s child was a daughter.

Damian’s daughter, Juliet, gave up the exam midway and was revealed to the world, but no one knew where Bartolomeo’s daughter was and what she was doing.

It was unclear whether or not he even existed in real life.

‘Sinclair was Bartolomeo’s daughter.’

Bikir put his chin on his chin and thought.

Somehow, when I first saw Juliet, I thought it was very familiar.

Was it because they were of the same blood?

‘Then I think I know why she disappeared from the world after graduation.’

After graduating from the Colosseo Academy, Sinclair probably became the head of a bourgeois family.

And he would have moved the world behind a huge curtain of darkness that would not reach the world’s attention.

The upper class, so far away that low-level warriors like Bikir before the return could not dare to have an audience, or even did not know that they existed at all.

VVIPs all over the world.

… … But the tree that will grow so tall in the future is now just a small cotyledon.

“What do you think of me, brother?”

To the point where she cried in her arms and asked such an embarrassing question.

Upon hearing Sinclair’s question, Bikir had to return to reality.

“… … now. What is the purpose of asking this question?”

The question of what you think cannot be the question of what you really think.

Bikire is not an idiot.

Rather, it was an axis that prided itself on being quite quick in this direction.

At Bikir’s question, Sinclair pressed her lips together, rubbed her eyes, and replied bravely.

“Because dating my brother is the only achievement I want to achieve before I drop out and leave the academy.”

Achievements… … ?

Bikir half-opened his mouth.

Was dating such a great thing that you would hear about achievements?

However, Sinclair seemed to have a slightly different idea than Bikir’s.

“… … Originally, I was going to turn my back on the world after I finished up to 4th grade and received my diploma. ‘Excellent grades’, ‘Award for various external activities’, ‘Senior class all four years’, ‘Student president’, ‘Colosseo Academy graduate’. Well, I thought these specs were the most valuable things I could get at school, at the end of my youth.”

Sinclair stopped talking and smiled bitterly for a moment.

“That’s why I didn’t understand my cousin at first. She is one of my cousins ​​who dropped out of the academy she attended halfway through.”

Perhaps he was referring to Juliet, who attended Themiscyra Women’s College.

Sinclair put a little more strength into the hand holding Bikir and continued.

“But now I think I know how you feel. I’ve changed my mind now too. Among the things that could be obtained in school life, the most valuable things were not grades, diplomas, certificates, or certificates.”

What is more valuable than that is the memories with the person you are with.

Sinclair was sending a clear gaze with confident eyes.

Bikir asked after much thought.

“Why do you put such a value on me? I’m not that great of a person.”

“If that’s the case, what kind of person am I?”

Sinclair emptied a can of beer and squeezed it in her hand.

“… … I know. Since when did I like my older brother? I’m curious too. Shall we try copying it?”

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth with a clear, clear voice.

What she experienced, centered on her, and from her point of view.

Memories of being a freshman in the class of 20 slowly began to dictate from Sinclair’s mouth.

* * *

‘Why do I have to leave?’

A little girl asks the old butler while hugging a teddy bear.

The butler just politely bowed his head and answered.

‘When he returns as a grown-up, everything belongs to the young lady.’

With those words, the girl had to leave the family.

nursery school. The girl studied hard. When other children were in defeat or resignation, only the girl always shone with passion and hope.

prestigious primary school. The girl was discriminated against as soon as she entered school. Even if the score of the performance evaluation comes out low compared to the effort, even if the cleaning duty comes back often, it’s invisible to the eyes, gossip, and bullying. The girl persevered.

The results weren’t always fair, but overall they were pretty fair in retrospect.

All discrimination disappeared in front of outstanding skills and continuous proof.

The children who had been whispering behind her gradually became anxious to get closer to the girl, and the teachers, who were prejudiced that she was from an orphanage, gradually became fond of the girl.

In addition, the girl’s appearance, which began to shine as she got older, changed everything.

The girl who overcame all adversity and was able to enter the Colosseo Academy, the most prestigious university in the empire, at an unusually young age.

also as a senior.

The girl was proud of the thought that her skills could be used even in such a large place.

And the long-awaited Colosseo Academy.

‘Survive somehow. and come upstairs Use it if it helps, and throw it away if it doesn’t.’

The girl finished her freshman oath, chewing over and over again what her father had said in her childhood.

and the first class.

No student was smarter than the girl.

Even at the most prestigious universities in the empire, the girl’s skills worked.

At that fact, the girl let out a sigh of relief.

at that time.

A boy came into the girl’s eyes.

First impression was mediocre. Inconspicuous muddy hair. A common name that can be found anywhere. Just such practical skills and interview grades.

However, in the class that immediately followed, the boy gave a nice blow to the professor who deliberately picked out problems that the students might get wrong.

‘… … Mmm. indeed. The written score is perfect.’

Even the picky professor acknowledged the boy’s written grade was perfect. It was a much higher score than the girl who scored 931 points out of 990.

The girl’s next highest score was in the 700s, so the difficulty of the test was the worst, not to mention, but a perfect score came out and it wasn’t a girl.

From then on, the girl became curious about the boy.

I think that was the first time. It was the first time I felt that I wanted to get to know others.

The girl is objectively pretty and has a good body. Not only intellectually, but also visually attractive. You are in a good position to benefit from interpersonal relationships.

So the girl was confident when approaching the boy. He himself that the boy would not hate himself.

However, others always approached him, but it was the first time he approached others. So the girl spoke to the boy in a slightly awkward manner.

‘Hey, hey…’ … .’

Questions about why you volunteered. The boy’s answer was simple.

‘I came because of the penalty points.’

‘… … ah.’

Usually, when asked why they volunteered, the answer that comes back is obvious.

A sense of accomplishment, a giving heart, a spirit of sacrifice, etc… … nice words to hear.

But it wasn’t a boy.

A boy who avoids his seat as if it is annoying.

This was the first time the girl had been treated like this, so she felt a bit unfamiliar and followed suit.

‘It’s a coincidence that I’m assigned a volunteer activity place in the same place.’

‘is it.’

It wasn’t true.

The girl had made every effort to go to the same place as the boy and begged the person in charge to volunteer.

And that day, the girl thought that she had gotten a little closer with the boy. because it was spoken

The girl, who poured out a lot of questions related to written grades but didn’t get any satisfactory answers, thought the boy was such a jerk.

but.

Contrary to the words that he came because of the penalty points, the boy really worked hard at volunteer work.

The girl was surprised to see the boy doing the dirty work that required dozens of people to cling to, such as cleaning the bathroom, serving food at the restaurant, repairing the plumbing, washing the laundry, and playing with the children while maintaining the playground.

‘… … People are fine.’

The girl muttered to the boy. That day was the first time in her life that the girl complimented someone with sincerity.

From that day on, the names that girls call boys have changed.

‘hi! good morning!’

‘?’

‘brother! Why don’t you pretend to know!’

‘I didn’t know you were saying hello to me. And since he’s a classmate, don’t use the title of older brother.’

‘why? I am one year younger Even if he speaks comfortably, he’s still an older brother.’

‘It’s hard to hear, so… … .’

‘okay? If you don’t like your brother, call him by a different name. I’ll think about it until lunch.’

From then on, the girl started calling the boy ‘brother’.

‘Aren’t you secretly immune to women?’

The girl thought it was surprising.

The boy’s bare face, often revealed when the shaggy hair that hid his face, was shaken, was shockingly handsome.

At that level, it must have already made several women cry, the girl said, tilting her head.

well anyway Every time the girl met the boy after that, she often pretended to know him.

Maybe it was from that moment.

The moment when he used the slightly unusual title of ‘hyung’ instead of the title ‘oppa’ that everyone would like.

The moment when you have the only one who calls you by a special title.

Could it be that the girl’s carelessness, which she didn’t even know existed, started to move?

When the girl approached the boy with strange feelings she did not know, the boy said something shocking about his parents.

‘There’s no need for anything like parents. Anyway, the world has to go through on its own. The existence of a parent only functions in childhood when the help of others is essential, and is unnecessary otherwise.’

The girl was a little shocked that there were people in the world who thought like this.

Whether in nursery schools or prestigious schools, children’s thoughts were always the same.

love for parents.

Whether it is lacking or fulfilled, children always draw it. Because the girl did too.

But it wasn’t a boy.

So the girl came to admire the boy. And also came to sympathize.

A lot has happened since then.

We drank together and worked part-time. The girl felt her heart beat as she watched the boy save her friends from an accident during her midterm exam.

It was the same when students from the school my cousin went to started a fight on the train to participate in the college league.

‘Thank you for helping me earlier. Actually, she was very scared. They’re like strong sisters.’

‘I was scared too.’

At the boy’s nonchalant words, the girl laughed heartily.

And I thought.

The only person who can open and close his mind like this is, of course, only this boy in front of him.

* * *

“… … After talking, there is nothing special.”

Sinclair rubbed her eyes and smiled.

Bikir is silent for a while after Sinclair’s words.

Could it be that he couldn’t stand the awkward silence? Sinclair spoke again.

“and… … Now I’m telling my older brother about the biggest concern I have. Confessing, what is this like?”

“… … .”

“As I said, the night hound killed my father. Believe it or not, student president Dolores was next to him.”

“… … .”

“When I was in school, the only senior I trusted and relied on was the one who killed my father. I couldn’t believe it. friend? senior? professor? I didn’t know who to trust. That makes it even more difficult to be in school.”

Sinclair finished speaking and looked up.

“I said this because I thought that my older brother might believe me. Hyungah has been consistently writing columns criticizing night hounds for newspapers. If so, you’ll know. What a heinous criminal the night hound is.”

“… … .”

“Right now, I only have a brother. Someone who will understand me… … .”

Sinclair dropped his head, unable to finish his words.

Just squeeze Bikir’s sleeve.

however.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can accept your feelings.”

Bikir shook his head resolutely.

For a moment, Sinclair squeezed Bikir’s sleeve even tighter.

“okay. I think my older brother would say that.”

“… … .”

“So far, I have only seen one person with eyes like my older brother. That’s my dad.”

Sinclair continued.

“I am a person who moves forward with grand goals that an ordinary person like me cannot even imagine. I can tell by looking into your eyes My older brother is the same kind of human being as my dad.”

“… … .”

“I am pretty and have a great body. Don’t do it until you’re young. He is good at swordsmanship and is good at magic. And more than anything else, I have the ability and patience to understand, support, and support my brother’s life. won’t get in the way I will do really well.”

“… … .”

“… … Still can’t? What can I do? How can I make my brother… … .”

At that point, Vikir cut off Sinclair.

“Now is not the time to think about things like dating.”

Naturally. A demon hunter dating is something that would make the comrades who died first laugh.

There is nothing more insecure than a human being who does not know when he will die, making a family.

What you must protect, what you must not lose, will soon become your weakness.

When Bikir shook his head with a serious expression, Sinclair’s expression brightened slightly.

“… … ‘now?'”

“?”

As Bikir looked up, Sinclair hammered a nail into it again.

“Not now, right? ‘for now’ anyway. Then, after Hyung-ah achieves his goal, will you have some time to spare?”

“My goal is in a very long and difficult place. Still a long way to go… … .”

“know. If someone the size of my older brother would say this, it must be a really grand ambition.”

Sinclair continued with a determined expression.

“Then, one day, when hyung-ah achieves everything he wants.”

“… … .”

“Can you accept me then?”

It was a difficult question indeed.

Vikir nodded after thinking for a while.

“If that day comes.”

“That’s it.”

Sinclair got out of Vikir’s arms and knelt down, nodding.

Then, he lifted the beer can he was holding in his hand and took a shot of the remaining alcohol.

Bikir quietly rose from his seat.

“It’s late, so don’t go back.”

at that time. Sinclair got up after Vikir. And he opened his mouth.

“… … older brother Can’t you give me a hug before you go?”

At those words, Bikir swallowed a saliva.

still a small and young girl. But one day, the terrifying conglomerate bourgeoisie will stand at the pinnacle.

How many hardships and trials did this weak child go through before becoming a great hero whose name was not revealed to the world before returning?

Feeling guilty and indebted to Sinclair, Vikir closed his eyes.

at that time.

Warak-

Sinclair hugged Bikir by the waist.

“It’s okay to push forward for the rest of your life.”

“… … .”

“So, just now. Please stay like this for a moment.”

The thin, trembling voice is watery.

“haha… … I wasn’t originally like this… … .”

Her expression, as she mumbles out of nowhere and embarrassed herself, is hidden from view by Vikir’s chest.

Bikir stopped breathing for a moment, lost in thought.

‘There aren’t many days left for me to be here either.’

Like Sinclair, Bikir planned to leave the Colosseo Academy soon.

The next place I will be in is going to be a harsh and harsh place that makes the academy feel like a cradle.

It looks similar to the architecture of the Colosseo, which symbolizes glory and prosperity, but the meaning of the symbol is completely different.

A terrifying building that reigns in hardship and trials itself.

‘… … New Wave. And the era of destruction.’

Opening.

A full-scale all-out war with the demons will soon begin.