Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 151

Episode 151 Older Man, Not Older Brother (2)

“Wait a minute!”

Saint Dolores blocked Bikir’s way.

“Aren’t you being too hard on the kid? Did you get a kiss?”

“I didn’t get it.”

“It’s ‘not’, it’s ‘not’! He wants to give me a kiss like that, but I’ll accept it!”

“I’m embarrassed.”

Then Dolores opens her mouth in amazement.

It was the first time I had ever seen someone so proud to say that they were embarrassed by the world.

Eventually, she passed Bikir and hugged the nymphet.

“Ugh, that heartless older brother hates kisses. Couldn’t you give it to your sister instead?”

“…”

“Oh, I don’t like you…?”

But to Dolores, she was a very resolute nymphet.

Dolores looked at the sullen nymphet and the back of Bikir, who was moving away from her, with a curious gaze.

‘She is a child who never opens her heart to anyone else…’

She knew why Nymphet had opened her heart to Vikir.

The nymphet who dropped the ball into the sewer during Naphtali, and Bikir, who jumped into the sewer without hesitation and retrieved the ball for the nymphet.

Who wouldn’t give their heart if they saw him carelessly returning the ball while dropping filth from his body?

Even Dolores, who was watching the scene from a distance, moved, but I wonder if it was the nymphet who dropped the ball into the sewer.

‘……Bikir. He’s such an incomprehensible child.’

Dolores was lost in thought, looking at the back of Vikir, who had become smaller in the distance.

I wanted to know a little more about that junior.

* * *

The day was getting dark.

Bikir left the auditorium and headed for the lodging.

The four-bed men’s quarters are occupied by Tudor Sancho Pigi Bikir.

Employees of the childcare facility, who were on duty in front of the accommodation, waved to the students.

“Now, come in, volunteers!”

“If you’re late, you know? All the doors to the building are closed! We can’t open them either!” “You can’t

leave the dormitory after 10:00!”

Indulgentia Nursery School has a strangely strict curfew.

At night, the doors and windows of all buildings were locked and traffic was strictly prohibited.

The dormitory superintendents always roamed the halls and listened to the volunteers’ difficulties, but Bikir knew that it was for surveillance, not protection.

‘…Especially the dormitory side where the children stay is very strict.’

Even the world’s Bikir had never been to the children’s quarters at night.

It was because outside the building, guards were roaming around, and inside, the four shadows of Quilty were fluttering.

Geronto Hebe Pedo Ephebo.

I’ve never seen them, but I can guess their existence by the faint stench.

As long as these four annoying obstacles were holding on, I couldn’t do anything hastily.

So, Bikir waited quietly. Only when their smell fades more and more.

And today, the night the dark clouds swallowed the moon. It was finally time to hunt.

Bikir went to the public shower room and calmly took a shower and wrapped himself in a towel.

In a little while, the evening roll call will begin, and after that it will be bedtime.

I guess it was different as I washed myself off and went to bed with an attitude of knowing nothing.

“Hey Bikir!”

As planned, Tudor put a shoulder strap on Vikir.

As Vikir turned his head, Tudor smiled and whispered.

“You man. Look at these bloody abs. Who did you split like this to kill?”

Tudor laughs and rubs Bikir’s stomach.

Then he narrows his eyes and seduces Bikir with a coy voice.

“Yes. Would you like to just go to bed tonight with this nice body?”

“Then where are you going?”

“Hey Vikir. The body rots when it dies and just returns to dust. We need to use this young and lively body a little more efficiently. Huh? If it’s yours, that’s right, at least for the public good.”

Tudor chuckled as he looked at Bikir’s public (?) body.

Then, Sancho, who was next to him, looked down at Tudor as if he was pitiful.

“In the end, you say that you secretly go to the girls’ dormitory at night. Do you think that a guy who is famous for being a hero would say something like that?”

“There is a saying that a hero’s original color. A hero likes his original color.”

Piggy, who was next to Tudor, timidly helped.

“Isn’t that heroic lust?”

“Hahaha! Anyway! It’s a knight’s romance to meet a lady who will give his all! Who can blame me for being wrong!”

Tudor began to persuade Sancho and Piggy with bright eyes.

“Isn’t it fun just imagining it? Crossing the pitch-black night and the stern border, climbing up the rope of the castle wall and meeting them! There were no dragons in the way, but this is complete chivalry and literature! As you know, our academy’s dormitory is also completely male and female. They’re separated. If it’s not this chance, I won’t be able to spend the night in the same room with women for four years!”

“Hey, what are you doing when you meet?”

“Yes, Piggy! That’s a good question! What I do… I just drink and play! Play drinking games! Talk a little more truthfully! Huh!?”

“Hmm. A drinking game? Are we competing until someone collapses and dies?”

“What a Sancho opinion. Why are you playing games like that with girls!? Instead of ignorant northern drinking games, play random games or truth games or something like that!”

Sancho, from the north, had only experience with men who were always sweating when drinking at night, so he was quite interested in Tudor’s words.

Piggy, too, had never properly spoken to girls his age before, so he was looking at Tudor with half concern and half expectation.

“Hmm. I’m in favor of it, but the question is whether the girls will like me. ……You might think I’m a muscle pig blinded by lust.”

“Hey hey, Sancho. Girls think the same way as boys. I’ve already kissed a lady I like during the day. If we go to the designated place at the appointed time, they will secretly open the back door and greet us.”

“Can I go too? I won’t be too much of a nuisance…”

“Ha ha! The more people there are, the better! That way, you can share the punishment when caught! And Piggy! Be confident! That’s a lot!”

The conversation goes well(?).

Eventually, Tudor, who succeeded in enlisting Sancho and Piggy, turned his head with a nervous expression.

There stood Bikir with an expressionless face.

Tudor opened his mouth, noticing.

“Um. Vikir. Since we’re sharing a room with 4 people… I’ll try my best not to harm you… Try to experience…”

“Eggplant.”

“Ah, don’t say it so clearly… Huh?”

Tudor widened his eyes.

And so were Sancho and Piggy.

Bikir made it clear once again.

“Let’s go. Girls are good.”

“…”

It was the most inconsistent expression and line in the world.

Tudor stuttered his mouth open.

“You know I’m not going to a duel with girls, right? It’s friendship. It’s friendship.”

“know.”

Bikir nodded, and Sancho and Piggy opened their eyes wide. “Bikir. You’re not sick, right? Tell me

if you’re sick. My ointment, made from herbs that grow in the north, even heals your mind…”

..?”

Of course, like the worries of his friends, Bikir has always had no interest in women.

Bikir was aiming for something else.

‘……Tonight is the best opportunity to kill the devil.’

The world where night has arrived on a night without a moon is perfect for a hunting ground for night hounds.

Bikir will leave the dormitory under the pretext of a tryst between immature men and women and will find a gap in the strict vigilance.

If the assassination was discovered early, the other male students could make excuses.

Just like boys of that age usually do, so do girls of that age, and adults who see youths’ fresh love usually smile generously.

Since Tudor is from a high-ranking aristocrat, and Sancho and Piggy are also decent academy students, the identity guarantee is also certain.

Maybe even if Bikir gets caught wandering the halls, he can get out of trouble with the excuse that he got lost while looking for the girls’ quarters.

Meanwhile, Tudor excitedly briefed on the plan for the day.

“Good! Vikir joined, so all the boys in our room are okay. If you add the guys from the other rooms, the number will be quite small. Once we hear the bell of the clock tower signaling midnight, we pretend to go to the bathroom right away and go out into the hallway. …… Follow the exhaust vents in the ceiling… Climb up the water pipes… The latch on the bathroom window on the first floor of the female dormitory is broken… Go up to the emergency exit and the girls will find it. Write down the room number of today’s rendezvous point on a piece of paper and under the flower pot…”

It was quite specific and thorough for a tryst plan made by children.

Bikir appropriated this fledgling deviant plan with a rare serious expression.

The greater the number of boys and girls participating in the tryst plan, the more room there was to divert attention.

“…Like this. Tonight, the moment when the superintendents on duty take turns is a gap. Let’s gather together when the roll call is over, and let’s leave when the midnight bell rings.”

Fluffy, fluffy, one-day puppies moan with excitement at the first deviation they experience.

and.

Mixed among these little hairballs was a seasoned hunting dog hiding sharp teeth.