Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 149

Episode 149 Golden Week Volunteer Activities (6)

Dolores Rune Quo Vadis, the saintess of the religious chant Quo Vadis.

Originally, she didn’t like Bikir very much.

No, if I had to ask, it was closer to dislike.

From the first time we met at the academy, Bikir’s image was unfavorable.

‘Bikir. Cold weapon donation class B. What did you do to get so many points already?’

‘…’

‘Even if it’s an attitude score, you know that if you accumulate a lot of penalty points, you’re at a disadvantage in your grades, right? Sometimes, you may not be able to attend lectures and have to volunteer outside of school. Got it?’

‘All right.’

‘……I’ll watch.’

A lazy junior who had accumulated a lot of penalty points for how long he had been enrolled as a freshman.

Even though they were pointed out for poor attitudes such as being late or entering restricted areas, there was no sign of embarrassment or guilt.

Not only was he lazy and impudent, but he was also cheeky, so of course there was no way he would fall in love with him.

Even Bikir, as soon as he entered the newspaper department, spat out harsh words to the ‘night hound’ without hesitation.

‘He’s definitely a villain.’

When Dolores heard Vikir curse at the night hound, something surged inside her.

Do you presume to judge him on the basis of what you know?

A freshman college student taking classes comfortably in a place with a full stomach, a guy living a lazy and bad life even in such a cradle-like environment, who dare to evaluate?

Dolores thought of a night hound.

Clearly, he is now a suspect in the terrorist attack on the collateral branch of Quo Vadis, but in his heart, Dolores firmly believed that he was not a bad person.

It is because the experience of treating the poor with him when the plague called ‘Red Death’ broke out in the slums of Saint Mecca was still vividly in her mind.

‘Seeing how he didn’t stop treating patients even when he was covered in excrement and urine, how can I evaluate him as a wicked person?’

The holy sacrificial spirit that the hound of night showed at that time was definitely not something that could be imitated with smoke.

In reality, his soul was rough and full of scars, but nonetheless, he radiated clearer and purer energy than any priest.

Dolores did not know who the Night Hound was or where it came from.

However, she could guess that he was a person who had walked through countless thorny roads, and she thought that the goodness that had overcome those wounds and blossomed was something holy and noble.

Being reviled, oppressed, and persecuted, he steadfastly sacrifices himself for good. martyrs.

Dolores was valuing the night hound that way.

That’s why she didn’t like people who cursed martyrs.

It was because they knew what a heavy burden they put on the shoulders of the martyrs walking the thorny path, where they hid in a safe and comfortable place and spat out words without thinking.

……Is that why?

Dolores has never been able to harbor good feelings for Vikir.

The first time Vikir blocked Dolores’ mouth and pushed her against the wall, Dolores was taken aback.

But later, when she saw Quilty passing in the hallway, she was furious.

She is a saint of the Quo Vadis family, and Quilty is a low-ranking priest, and is only from her maternal family.

Given her status, there was no reason for Dolores to feel intimidated.

‘Oh, yes. Even if you forcefully insult the saintess with mean words, you can repent as long as you pay an offering.’

Didn’t Quilty even say insulting things about Dolores?

So Dolores became more and more angry with Bikir.

If it wasn’t for Vikir, he would have jumped out and punished Quilty.

Afterwards, Dolores gets angry with Vikir and walks to the other side.

And after a few seconds.

She regretted being upset.

Like a good person by nature, over time, anger subsides and you look into your mistakes.

Dolores recalled the situation from earlier.

Bikir obviously covered herself with good intentions and was considerate to avoid an uncomfortable situation.

And, frankly, Dolores was uncomfortable or even a little scared of meeting Quilty.

You might wonder why he was afraid of his subordinates, but Quilty was not just a subordinate.

Living in the world, there are sometimes people who don’t feel like people below them, even though they are definitely people below them.

For Dolores, Quilty did just that.

His smirk, brashness, and laid-back attitude at all times made Dolores uncomfortable.

She was also well aware that Quilty’s absolute self-confidence came from money, especially huge donations to his superiors.

Quilty, the head of the Indulgentia family, used the money he earned from selling indulgences to spread bribes under the guise of offerings, building a strong personal network and power.

It was clear that Quilty, who had a lot of money and had a good relationship with his superiors, was a person that even Dolores, the saintess of the Quo Vadis family, could not treat carelessly.

So even if you openly insulted yourself sexually, you couldn’t impose any sanctions other than getting angry.

And this conflict within Quo Vadis is already known all over the world through newspaper articles.

In this situation, it is impossible to blindly blame Bikir for his actions to be considerate of him.

‘……No, it would be more appropriate to be grateful.’

Dolores eventually had to admit it in her heart.

If he had met Quilty in the hallway earlier, he could have made a mistake by not managing his expression.

And that Bikir is a grateful person who prevented such a situation from happening.

……Furthermore.

‘It’s suffocating.’

Vikir must have frowned at Quilty.

Judging from this, it can be seen that Bikir also does not like Quilty’s act of selling indulgences.

On that point, Dolores agreed with Bikir, and she thought of Bikir’s image slightly better.

‘But… it’s not like pushing a woman you don’t know against the wall. It’s not like we’re having a fling…’

For her, who had never experienced a man before, being pushed against the wall as if being embraced by a man was definitely a strong memory.

To be honest, when I think of that time, my heart still beats,

‘I was really surprised.’

Dolores fanned her hand, feeling her face heat up slightly.

“Maybe… except for being lazy, he might actually be a nice guy.”

In Dolores’s mind, Bikir’s rating rose only slightly.

It was a fairly unusual and generous evaluation for her, who usually had the belief that sincerity in Puritan ethics was good.

And after some time has passed.

Dolores went looking for Bikir. It was to apologize for what happened in the hallway then.

……but?

It wasn’t easy to meet Bikir even after walking around the entire nursery school for half a day.

When it was break time, I asked the first-year students who were taking a break.

“Eh? Vikir? Did you clean the bathroom with us before? Oh! I went to the restaurant earlier. The restaurant was short of manpower, so I was going to help with cooking. .”

Tudor, who was chatting in front of the bathroom, responded cheerfully.

Dolores made her way from the bathroom to the dining room.

There, Sancho, who was eating with his children in a restaurant, testified.

“Ah, Vikir? Until earlier, while I was serving meals to the children and myself, I heard that there was no hot water in the dining room, so I went to check the plumbing. I couldn’t even eat because I was serving him…” Dolores went from the bathroom to the plumbing room from the dining room

. headed

There, soaked Piggy pointed his finger at the building in front of him.

“Ah! Boss! Good lunch! You’re looking for Bikir! You’re headed to the laundromat now. Bikir just fixed the plumbing so we can boil the laundry!”

Dolores went from the bathroom to the dining room to the plumbing room to the laundromat.

There, Sinclair, who was boiling the laundry, saluted bravely.

“Hello, Dolores sunbae! Yes? Bikir hyung? I was washing laundry with me until a while ago, and the kids asked me to play with them, so I was taken to the playroom! The kids are full of energy! Yes? I’m a girl, so why do you call Bikir hyung? “I see? I didn’t want to call him oppa, so I called him hyung, and he didn’t say anything. Ahaha!”

Dolores went from the bathroom to the dining room to the plumbing room to the laundromat to the playroom.

There, Bianca, who was giving the children a ride on a wooden horse with an annoyed expression, made a statement in a low voice.

“Who is it? Vickir? Haa… Just a while ago, the kids and I were riding wooden horses, and the kids said they would go out to the playground to play, so I went to fix the playground. Still, he’ll take the kids and live. The kids really have stamina. Why is it so good… never tired…”

Dolores had to make her way from the bathroom to the dining room to the plumbing room to the laundromat to the playroom to the playground.

These were Dolores’ thoughts as they walked out onto the field.

‘No, how much work do you do in a day?’

From what I’ve seen so far, Bikir was handling dozens of people’s work.

Cleaning the bathroom, working in the restaurant, fixing the plumbing, doing the laundry, playing with the kids, and even maintaining the playground.

How many of these extremely difficult and arduous tasks have already been dealt with in the morning?

Ordinary academy students are of little use for this kind of dirty work, as they have no brains.

When did children who grew up finely do chores like this?

However, Bikir was taking care of all these nasty things by himself in the shadows where no one knew, without showing any sign of boasting. (

Of course, there is no way Dolores knows that Bikir has done all these chores in the army so many times before returning that he is very good at it, and now he is searching for information, so he is deliberately collecting information by pretending to work by shooting in various places)

she thought.

‘Even if my judgment was wrong, it must have been wrong for a long time. He was an extremely diligent kid…’

To think that such a student was lazy and negligent.

Dolores was so ashamed of her prejudice that she wanted to go down a rat hole.

I thought that I had treated everyone without discrimination and prejudice until now, but to think that I was looking at my juniors and newbies in the same club with such prejudiced eyes.

Dolores decided to completely reevaluate Bikir and apologize for all of this.

yet.

Dolores came out to the playground where Bikir was.

Across the playground, I could see children kicking a ball and playing Naphtali.

And Bikir, who was sitting a little further away.

Bikir was working on digging up weeds and boulders and leveling them up again so that the children could use the playground.

Mumbling……

In the meantime, I took out the paper with letters written on it from my bosom and read it.

‘It looks like he’s studying.’

Dolores was genuinely impressed.

Even in the midst of volunteering for the children like this, he is not neglecting his studies.

What is this if not a model of a true student?

‘……Did he study well?’

Dolores didn’t know about Bikir’s grades.

Later, when he returned to school, he intended to see how Bikir performed on the written exam.

‘If it’s necessary, I can give you tutoring.’

Dolores was confident that she would be able to help Vikir a lot, as she had never been outside of the top 3 in the entire school in her 3rd year handwriting.

Thinking about this and that, Dolores went behind Vikir and cleared her throat.

“Kuhm!”

When I try to apologize, my mouth just won’t come out.

He was usually the type to apologize right away when he did something wrong, but for some reason, it was difficult for Vikir.

Perhaps it was because of the memory of Bikir swearing about the night hound.

‘That’s just an excuse! Since I was wrong, I should apologize straight away.’

Dolores cleared her throat again.

“Keuheum! Kkeuhm!”

It was an empty cough, as if trying to force attention.

Then Bikir finally turned his head.

“……?”

As soon as Vikir saw Dolores, she put the papers she was reading into her arms.

Dolores opened her mouth in an awkward tone.

“Preparing for the paper test? Are you studying until after volunteering? … Umm, you’re surprisingly diligent.”

“What are you doing?”

Bikir’s tone was stiff. He must have been upset about yesterday’s events.

Dolores stuttered slightly.

“Umm, great! It’s just that. I was wondering what volunteer work is like. When I asked other friends, they seem to be working hard. Is it worth it?”

“yes.”

“…”

“…”

“……Ah, is that the end? Answer?”

“yes.”

“……I see.”

Dolores panicked, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

‘Was the conversation originally this difficult?’

Everyone I’ve met so far has always talked to Dolores without needing to speak first, and the answer came naturally.

Before asking questions, I often lined up things I was curious about and things I wasn’t curious about.

But Bikir was different.

Don’t say anything unless it’s necessary.

Even if the other person was the 3rd year student council president and one of the 7 great families of the empire, the saintess of religious chants.

In the end, Dolores decided to be honest and reveal her true feelings.

“…Yes, actually. I came because I had something to tell you about yesterday.”

“……?”

Bikir frowned slightly.

It seems that the memory of yesterday is very uncomfortable.

So Dolores decided to close her eyes and reveal her honest feelings.

“Hmm, maybe it’s because the family situation is a bit intertwined… I think I overreacted to you yesterday. But you must have been trying to help me… Yesterday, I screamed and did just that. ..”

But.

She couldn’t go through with the apology.

…Pat!

This is because Bikir suddenly kicked off his seat and ran somewhere.

“I’m sorry… Huh?”

Dolores raised her head.

No, you can’t force forgiveness, but it’s a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of Dolores raised her head with shame, shame, and

regret.

together?

“What!?”

Dolores’ eyes widened.

The side where Bikir was running was the sewer side, where many children were gathered.

It is so deep and dirty that children are not allowed to approach it.

And some children were already dangerously looking into the sewers.

Dolores also hurriedly ran toward the sewers.

As I approached, I saw that the nymphet was weeping.

‘Oh, the ball…’

It seems that the ball the children were playing with fell into the sewer.

She knew that because of the lack of supplies, the children had been refurbishing an old ball several times.

So, every time he came, he would buy a new ball and send it to him, but even that would quickly wear out and burst because so many children were playing with it.

How heartbroken the children must be to have their new ball fall into the sewer after a long absence.

……When Dolores was thinking like this.

“Deep. Get out of the way.”

A brief warning from Bikir followed.

“?”

The moment Dolores turns her head with a puzzled expression.

…with a plop!

Bikir jumped into the sewer. without the slightest hesitation.

…cheap! Smack! Bikire

moved his body as if he were swimming in the waste water where disgusting filth floated around, eventually retrieving the ball the children had dropped.

Cheak –

Surprised children approach Bikir who came out of the sewer.

“It’s dangerous, so don’t play near the sewer. The playground over there has been leveled, so let’s play there… The ball is dirty, so I’ll wash it and give it back to you.”

Bikir spoke calmly while dripping filth.

and.

“…”

Seeing Bikir’s broad back covered in filth, Dolores suddenly felt her whole body heat up.

‘What is it? Why?’

Both cheeks were so hot that I had to put my cold palms on them.

It was such a strange and strange feeling that even he himself could not guess its identity.