Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 240

Episode 240 National Collegiate League (5)

“…Huh. Brother?”

Sinclair puts on a puzzled expression. It was rare.

Bikir looked down at Sinclair without saying anything.

Compared to when I entered the school, my height has grown quite a bit, so now the height difference is quite large.

Before long, Bikir’s mouth opened briefly.

“door.”

Sinclair tilted his head for a moment, not understanding what Bikir was saying.

and soon.

“Ah, please move out of the way to open the door? Okay, I’m sorry!”

Sinclair took a big step to the side.

Then Bikir nodded, opened the door, and went out through the compartment.

and.

“…”

Bikir went beyond the Khan and kept the door open without closing it.

Then Sinclair nodded again.

“Oh, don’t argue with the other school students and come over here quickly?”

At Sinclair’s interpretation, Vikir quietly nodded.

‘In the compartment behind me are the participants of Themiscyra Women’s College. Avoid contact as much as possible before the competition. Maybe they’ll start a fight over there.’

With the advice Dolores just gave you, you can’t turn a blind eye to conflict.

Also, it was all the more so because Sinclair had always helped me with the genealogy of the test and the scope of the test.

Right then.

There were those who caught Bikir trying to take Sinclair.

“Wait! Who are you, meddling in women’s affairs!”

Themiscyra’s schoolgirls began protesting against Vikir.

At the forefront of the fierce protest was Lovegood, the student council president.

She said firmly to Bikir.

“That kid insulted the main school. So we need to be honest with us. If you interfere with that, you will also be held responsible. First, give your student number and affiliation name. Formally protest to Colosseo Academy. ..”

The moment Lovegood is about to declare war on Vikir. A gust of

wind

blew in from the second-floor window Bikir had opened and entered.

It came down the stairs and scattered the hair of the people on the first floor.

And so did Bikir.

Fluttering –

the hem of the black coat swayed, and soon the messy black hair was also pulled back.

Bikir’s bare face was exposed.

For a moment, the expressions of the students of Themiscyra Women’s University were numb.

An expression that doesn’t know what they’ve seen or what they’re staring at.

“What is that?”

“Is that a human face?”

“How are you so small?”

“But it has all the features in it…”

“It’s even very clear and dark.”

“Isn’t it a painting? Or a statue?”

After a moment of silence, a small whisper is heard from behind.

……but only one. Only Lovegood, the student council president of Themiscyra, was not at all agitated.

“Ah, I forgot. In order to amicably resolve the dispute with the university, we will ask for some personal information again. First, give your student number and affiliation name. And…” Lovegood calmly, coolly and

rationally I requested the necessary information from Bikir.

“Birth year month city. Height. Weight. Blood type. Hometown. Zodiac sign. View of love. Hobbies. Specialties. Favorite food. Raised animals. Do you have a current girlfriend? If not, what kind of person do you like? What do you think? When was your last relationship? How many times have you been in a relationship? When will you get married? What gifts do your parents like? How many children do you want to have? Do you like sons or daughters? The matching of the name and…”

Really. Because I really need it. It must have been an administrative procedure that forced them to ask.

* * *

The magic train arrived at the magic tower in the eastern part of the continent.

[Ding ding ding di reading ding ding di reading ding ding ding~ The Continental Circulation Continental Circulation Train is coming in now. This station is the Magic Tower Station. The door to get off is on the left. Passengers who are transferring to Dortsmeil Station, please transfer to the internal circular train here. At this station, the distance between the boarding area and the platform is wide, so please be careful when getting off. Thank you for using our magic train today. Goodbye.]

The train stops for a while.

Passengers inside began to pour down.

Of course, the crowd also included students from Themiscyra Women’s College, the Varangian Training Center at the Colosseo Academy.

And the welcoming crowd of the Mage Tower who came out to greet them is seen waiting at the station.

Meanwhile. Bikir also got off the train and looked around.

Behind the crowds of people, the charming scenery of the city is quiet.

The city of Dortsmail in the southeastern part of the Empire is also famous as the area where the Mage Tower exists.

The cozy city becomes even more dreamy and idyllic as it is soaked in the red sunset.

And in the middle of the city, I saw a tower soaring high as if to pierce the sun.

‘……That’s the magic tower.’

Bikir looked at the magic tower in the distance, soaked in emotion.

At first glance, it is just a narrow, tall, narrow building.

However, there were countless multi-spaces inside the tower, so it was impossible to know the limit of its width and height.

The interior space of that tower, which is said to have been created by the wizard in the beginning, would be almost infinite.

Because of the high level of dimensional distortion, even modern magicians could not understand the principle accurately.

‘I have a similar one.’

Bikir looked down at the ring on her finger.

< The Ring of Sacred Inviolability > / Ring

-Barrier -Off

-Finit hic Deus The realm of God ends here.

It is an artifact that Andromalius left behind.

However, once used, mana consumption is large and the time required for power to return is so long that it cannot be abused recklessly.

When Vikir was looking down at the ring and thinking about this and that.

“…Hey brother.”

A hand tapped Bikir’s back from behind. It was Sinclair.

She hesitated a little, then smiled as usual.

“Thank you for helping me earlier.”

Bikir nodded, and Sinclair let out a small sigh.

“Actually, I was really scared. Like strong sisters.”

“I was scared too.”

“Ahahaha- lie.”

Sinclair smiled as usual and pulled Bikir by the collar.

“Well, hyung-ah must have been nervous too. Because the opponent was that ‘love good’.”

Even if Bikir didn’t show much reaction, Sinclair continued talking on his own.

“Look there! It’s the magic tower’s phantom crowd. I’m meeting with the Varangians and Themiscyra participants.”

Indeed, the participants from the four schools participating in this competition were gathering in one place.

At the forefront was, of course, the Colosseo Academy’s student body president, Dolores Rune Quo Vadis.

She led the students with her calm and kind charisma and soon stood in the center of the welcoming crowd.

“It’s been a while, everyone.”

In the direction of Dolores’ greeting, the student council presidents of the other three schools stepped forward.

First, the student council president of the Varangian Training Center stepped forward.

A body full of scars and long hair that has grown tall and muscular.

“Wahhahaha- everyone, it’s been a while. Hasn’t it been a little less than a year?”

He was the student council president of Varangian, ‘Juragio Bakiraga’.

Having participated in the tournament since his sophomore year and consistently recording high scores, he participated as an ace in his third year and was aiming for the championship in earnest.

And his powerful rival came to the fore among the crowds at the magic tower.

A cold aura emanating from the whole body with a clear face and tall height.

“To be exact, 11 months and 3 days. 11 hours 42 minutes 12 seconds. From the time I took my last glance at you at last year’s event to the time I just found your face in the crowd. .”

This is Philippus Oreolus Theophrastus Bombast von Hohenheim, the student council president of the Mage Tower.

However, instead of the name Hohenheim or the surname Oreolus, he mainly used his baptismal name, which is only used in the Mage Tower.

‘The high-nosed smart guy’. This was Hohenheim’s current name.

In the Mage Tower, there is a tradition that seniors give baptisms to their juniors. The students of the Mage Tower are ‘talented little pig’, ‘curly broom’, ‘baby bird sleeping in the classroom’, ‘palm tree standing in the hallway’, and ‘curious mass blocking the toilet’. ‘ ‘Drunk Gorilla’, ‘Dwarf in a Flask’, etc., he has used these baptismal names more than his real name over the past four years.

It was a culture that showed how great their pride was.

“…Actually, I didn’t go to the Mage’s Tower because of this. They said they would call me ‘soft cotton wool.’ I don’t know.”

Sinclair whispered in Bikir’s ear.

Meanwhile.

As soon as Hohenheim and Bakiraga met, a war of nerves began.

Bakiraga spoke first.

“Hahaha- this time we are the aces. Last year we couldn’t make it into the top 10 because our seniors were so active, but this year will be different. I trained like crazy for the past year, and the championship is mine!”

“Well, with your ignorant strength, you might be able to take the last place in the top 10, right? But more than that is impossible. The elites of our Mage Tower will completely take the 1st through 9th places. Artifacts belong to the Mage Tower.”

Hohenheim also shows strong confidence.

Naturally, a confrontational composition of ‘Warrior VS Wizard’ was being created.

“…”

And Bikir was watching the confrontation between the two in the crowd in the distance.

Sinclair gave brief information about the two to Bikir, who stood beside her.

“Juragio Bakiraga is a warrior famous for his superpowers. In his first year, he knocked out all the fourth graders at a senior-junior meeting and took over the school. I heard that the only thing he lacks is experience, but now that he is in his third year, that experience fills it up to some extent. would have lost.”

“I see. It sure looks strong.”

“It must have been the result of constant effort added to natural talent. Rumor has it that his grandparents were barbarians who lived in the Red and Black Mountains, but I’m not sure.”

Sinclair shifted her gaze to the man next to her.

“Actually, the Bakira family is also a person of interest… but I’m a wizard, so I’m more concerned about that Hohenheim.”

“is it.”

“That’s right. Even President Dolores of the world has never beaten the author in the entire college league. And it seems that Hohenheim has already decided to go to graduate school after graduation. I heard that after graduation, you will be automatically appointed to a professorship at the Magic Tower. I heard you’re aiming for the youngest mage tower master.”

If you are the head of the mage tower, isn’t it a status equal to that of the head of the 7th family?

Hohenheim was certainly a man of great ambition.

Sinclair continued.

“Perhaps in this tournament, I want two Hohenheim and Vakira to compete for first and second place. And with a high probability, our President Dolores will come in third. Wouldn’t the fourth place be Themiscyra’s Lovegood?”

Come to think of it, Themiscyra’s lovegood is nowhere to be seen.

Sinclair looked up and looked around.

……but?

I saw an unexpected sight.

Merlini Lovegood. And the female warriors of Themiscyra who follow her.

Their expressions, which had always been strict and serious, seemed a bit dazed today for some reason.