Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 294

Episode 294 Confession (2)

The night sky is 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 from somewhere, whether it be because of the smell of feet or because of improperly dried laundry.

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.

Sigh…

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, which had a sweet scent of unknown berries, did not show that it was very decorated, but it looked quite peaceful thanks to the props that gave off a cozy and antique atmosphere.

“Wasn’t Bianca in the same room?”

“It seemed like he went to sleep in another friend’s room.

“Aren’t you two the closest? Suddenly, why?”

“……It’s just. It’s all my fault. Hehe-”

Sinclair greeted Vikir with a shy smile.

She wore a white tee and pink dolphin pants and a wet towel around her neck.

Her short hair, which was still not dry, had a faint scent of shampoo.

“Come on! 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.

“Time is time, so I can’t eat anything. Please bear with me even if the snacks are a little scarce.”

“Does not matter.”

“I’m glad. Oh, hyung, aren’t you good at board games?”

Sinclair clapped her hands and pulled out various board games from under the bed.

A game with simple rules like Jenga or Rumi Cube Uno.

“How about it? Shall we stick together for the first time in a while?”

“……It’s been a while.”

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. Seeing Jenga collapse in vain

,

Sinclair tousled her hair with both hands.

“Ah~ Seriously. Why do you keep getting hung up on me!”

“It is important to look at the center of gravity. If you keep the center well without leaning to either side, you will never fall down.”

“Tch. 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 hyung-ah. Why are you so good at it? You seem like a person who only eats and plays 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 any problems.’

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.

‘…Because that was the rendezvous point while preparing for the hunt for Belial.’

Bikir rubbed his chin once. And asked in a low voice.

“I’m sorry that the student council president, Dolores, blocked the roof.”

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.

“…”

“…”

The silence of the room. Bikir waited patiently, carrying a heavy silence.

Then 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 his eyes wide.

‘what? In the world before the regression, Sinclair will graduate from the academy after completing all four grades faithfully…’

It is literally.

Sinclair is an alpha girl who never missed the first place in the entire school until the 4th grade graduation class since she recorded a brilliant grade of being first in the entire school when she entered the school.

In the meantime, when he took on the position of vice president of the student body in the second year and student president in the third year, he lost his reputation, and as soon as he finished his fourth year and graduated from the academy, all his activities and traces in the world were hidden.

But now the reality has changed.

Right before Sinclair finished his freshman year, he announced 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 it. It has nothing to do with the president, of course. It’s just that I’m 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.

“I guess burnout came. I’ve been wanting to drop out of school for a while now. So I deliberately acted cold to the kids to get away with it…”

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~ I’m not. It’s just me…”

“Is it because of what happened in the bourgeoisie?”

As soon as Bikir finished speaking, Sinclair’s expression hardened.

‘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 panic.

but.

Chin-

Bikir silently reached out and grabbed Sinclair’s wrists.

“What’s going on?”

“……!”

“What makes you so hard?”

“…”

Sinclair’s pupils seemed to dilate in an instant, and he trembled weakly.

Seeing that, Bikir was convinced once again.

Battles with demons are bound to remain as terrible memories for humans.

The higher the level 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 type 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.

“I killed…”

“what?”

Bikir asked back, and Sinclair opened his mouth once again with a 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.

Belial was the only thing Bourgeois had killed inside by the night hound that night.

And the human body host that Belial occupied. It was Bartolomeo, the patriarch of the bourgeois family.

‘That means…’

The moment Bikir tried to open his mouth as he sorted out countless thoughts.

Warak-

There was a sense of weight jumping into the bosom.

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 or hug her.

“…”

“…”

The two men and women stayed still for a long time.

……How much time had passed.

In time, 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 in a trembling voice with watery eyes.

“……What do you think of me, hyung?”