Episode 302: Age of Warmongering (4)
The number of criminals breaking through the magic wall and crossing the academy’s outer wall continues to increase.
“Ho-ho-ho-I really wanted to come into this academy someday.”
A man was giggling through the ruined auditorium.
A rare psycho whose hobby was to make coats by peeling off the skins of people he killed, also known as ‘fashionistas’.
“Umm~ The smell of higher education. Is this the energy of the sacred ivory tower?”
Pursued by the guards and saved by Sadhi just before being arrested, he became her ardent fanatic.
“The skin and hair of young ladies who grew up in a greenhouse are the best fabrics.
After looking around, the fashionista found a mother and daughter sitting under the ruins.
A female student with a slender body and parents who look more slender than her.
“Wow – securing the coat material! With those two, the upper body might come out just barely? No, our queen has to hold the bust very tight~ Hmmm, isn’t it a little short?”
He jumped up and approached the mother and daughter.
“Now! Don’t be afraid. I’m not taking your lives. I’m just peeling off your skin.”
The two mothers and daughters screamed and shed tears at the whisper of the demon holding a pair of scissors.
at that time.
…suck!
A sharp tooth pierced the fashionista’s neck and lodged in it.
“uh?”
He didn’t even know what had happened to him.
even before that.
Pop!
It was because the teeth that had bitten his neck briefly swayed from side to side once, breaking and breaking the bones. The body of a criminal who had been
bitten
to death was thrown away like garbage.
hound. The night hound that bites and kills sinners was standing in front of mother and daughter before she knew it.
“……Run in the direction of the smoke over there. There will be a way out.”
Bikir spoke to the mother and daughter in a blunt tone.
However, seeing Bikir wearing a mask, the mother and daughter looked even more frightened than before.
“The hound of bar night…”
Isn’t it a much more notorious villain than the fashionista we met earlier?
Knowing that, Bikir just sighs lightly under the mask.
“If you don’t run over there right now, I’ll kill you like this.”
“Hee!”
At Bikir’s unavoidable threat, the mother and daughter rose from their seats and ran toward the exit.
“…”
After confirming that the mother and daughter had disappeared from sight, Bikir cut down and killed three more criminals pursuing the mother and daughter.
…plenty! Patter –
The hound’s teeth pierce the tough hide and burst the intestines.
After the dark red aura drew a thick trail in the air, one sinful life was lost without fail.
As I wielded the knife a few times, I realized that the number of criminals out of the way wasn’t as great as I thought.
‘But all of them are flocking to fatal positions. Someone must have informed us of the event plan and internal geography in advance.’
Right then.
“Ho-ho-ho-”
Bikir noted laughter through the dust.
Miss Ouroboros. Professor Sadie.
She said, walking lightly in front of Bikir, who was wearing a night hound mask.
“I’ll see you all here, Night Hound-”
Sadie’s voice reveals a politeness that has never been found before.
Bikir nodded, and she opened her mouth with a sly smile.
“I’m a fan.”
“…”
It’s absurd to hear such a thing from the best psycho in the ecliptic.
But no matter what Bikir thinks, Sadhi goes on.
“Night Hound-sama, are you also interested in the ‘old era’? The logic of the Warring States Period, when strength was everything! Do you miss that? I know everything. Girl. Ho ho ho-”
The words themselves were right.
Because Vikir also couldn’t forget the age of destruction of the ghosts living in the past and was reliving the present life to prevent it.
However, the meaning contained in them is completely different.
“I live for the future.”
The life Bikir went through is a future yet to come at this point. So, it would be good to see Bikir as a person from the future.
However, upon hearing Bikir’s reply, Saadi seemed to be on her own again.
“A person from the future! That’s good! The Warring States era I’m pursuing will come again, so will I be living the future too? Hohoho- I’m sure you’re a person with a lot to learn.”
A look of respect and admiration. Bikir gave up having normal conversations with her.
but.
“……!”
Bikir noticed what Saadi was holding.
Winter’s Sword Orwell. A bottle used by Colosseo Academy’s principal, Winston. A legendary sword that has not been scratched even after breaking a thousand knives.
Looking at the protruding handle under the long, pointed conical blade, it is like looking at a short jousting spear.
Sadhi smiled a little wider when he felt Bikir stare at the knife.
“You know, too.”
“…”
“To show interest in this… After all, the night hound-sama is also ‘the other side’? Aang~”
Bikir completely ignored Sadie’s insignificant charms.
And all I had to say was
“Hand it over.”
Winter’s Sword Orwell. It was a very important weapon for Bikir, and he was prepared to kill Saadi in order to obtain that sword.
however.
“Yes~ I’ll give it to you~ But I have one condition.”
Saadi said shyly to Bikir.
As Bikir tilted her head, she abruptly unzipped the zipper on her back, revealing her breasts, which were tightly held in her tights.
“Please sign here.”
“…”
Vikir hesitated for a moment.
There is nothing good about turning Saadi into an enemy in this situation.
In the end, Bikir took the pen that Saadi gave her and signed her on her chest. Every time the sharp tip of
the Night Hound’s
pen brushed through his flesh, drops of blood oozing out along with the ink was probably a tool used for tattooing.
Sadie sees the sign on her chest and is thrilled as if she is ecstatic.
“Haa~ Night Hound’s autograph. I’m number one, right?”
“…”
“I hope so, but it doesn’t matter if it isn’t. I just need to kill all the people who signed in front of me. Hoho-” ”
…”
Surprisingly, Sadie handed over Orwell obediently after getting the autograph.
“I really need the ‘key to the front door’ too… but there must be another way…” ”
…”
“Can you promise me one more thing instead?”
Saadi handed the Orwell and whispered something in Bikir’s ear.
“…If the opportunity arises, please bring out… together.”
“…I understand. If the opportunity arises.”
“Be nice.”
Bikir finished his business and separated from Saadi.
After inserting the sword of winter into the barrier of Andromalius, Vikir tried to leave.
at that time.
“……!”
Bikir paused for a moment.
It was a faint smell that passed through my nose. It was because of the devil’s smell.
‘Where are you? Where do I come from?’
It was a stench so weak that you wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t paying attention.
But Bikir’s seasoned nose eventually found the source of the smell.
The stench was coming from the eyepatch covering Sadie’s left eye.
‘Didn’t Sadie become a kid during the midterm exam?’
The back of the eyepatch on that left eye must have been empty.
But why? The smell of the devil slowly emanating from there.
‘This is just like the man who was in charge of killing Belial. I need to find out a little more.’
When Bikir turns his head once more to look this way, Sadhi smiles and tilts his head.
“What else do you have to do? Oh, are you sure you want something better than an autograph?”
“…”
“Then spit on it- here. Ah~”
Sadie puts both hands under her chin and opens her mouth.
The moment Bikir frowned and was about to say something.
…thud!
There was a heavy seismic wave somewhere.
It was such a powerful shock that it again precipitated the collapse of the Great Hall, which had nearly stopped.
An earthquake so great that even the world’s Bikir lost their balance and stumbled.
At the same time, Bikir sniffed the devil’s smell, which seemed to pierce his nose.
It was a stench that was so strong that it could not even be compared to the stench from Sadhi’s left eye.
“……!”
“……!”
Bikir and Sadhi turned their heads in one direction.
Then, a person can be seen standing between the collapsed objects.
Principal Winston.
A huge figure rises behind him as he gazes this way with a blank gaze.
A bust that looks as if it was created by the overlapping of countless shadows.
It had four legs covered in tough muscle, a black mane that cascaded down like a waterfall, two darkly glowing eyes, and a huge single horn with a broken tip missing.
Unicorn.
However, instead of the holy and sacred energy that is always mentioned in mythology, it is an existence that only creates overwhelming ominousness and fear.
Bikir knew it as soon as he saw it.
‘……A five o’clock!’
Fifth of ten.
The demon among demons that no one can defeat in a one-on-one fight has appeared in the middle of this mayhem.
