Iron Blooded Hound - Chapter 157 - 157: The Saint’s Sacrifice

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: The Saint’s Sacrifice

Vikir let out a small sigh.

“What the hell is she doing here?”

St. Dolores. Shouldn’t she take a shower?

So why is she in Building 4 this late? It’s far from the girls’ dormitory…

Vikir readjusted the mask that covered her face.

He prepared to adjust his voice.

He reached out his finger and tapped Dolores on the shoulder.

“And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us… And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil… Kyaah!?” When Vikir touched her, Dolores jumped in surprise. He almost passed out.

She squeezed her eyes tightly and began to tremble. She was so scared that she couldn’t even open her eyes.

“Ah, our Father in heaven…”

“Stop saying the Lord’s Prayer. Open your eyes.”

said, intentionally scratching his voice.

Dolores opened one eye behind her folded hands.

“What?”

For the first time, Dolores’ expression changed to one of fear.

After staring at Vikir’s mask for a while, Dolores stammered.

“Hey, Night Hound…?”

“It’s been a while.”

Vikir nodded, and Dolores seemed intrigued again.

Finally, she was able to speak.

“It’s been a long time. We met.”

Dolores wants to say a lot, but her mouth is too small.

She feels tight in her chest and doesn’t know what to say.

Why did he disappear without saying a word as soon as the plague ended? Why did he attack the branches of Quovadis? Where and how was he? And… what was his true form? .

There were so many things I wanted to ask you.

She had easily accepted her role as the third-year student council president of the academy, the president of the newspaper club, and the patron saint of the Quovadis family at a young age, but now she was struggling like a normal 17-year-old. She is a 1-year-old girl.

Meanwhile, Vikil gets straight to the point.

“Why are you here?”

“I…I mean.”

Dolores began to squirm, this time for a completely different reason.

She remembered what happened just a few minutes ago.

* * *

After the boys returned to their rooms, Dolores came to her senses.

“…Hot!?”

Dolores washed her body thoroughly with hot water, and when she returned to her room, her bedding was new and clean.

Your roommate has already cleaned the bed.

“I’m in trouble!”

Dolores, who was barely conscious, recognized the seriousness of the situation.

She urinated on herself, and her friend was responsible for her.

Even if he was the victim of her own piss!

As if the apology wasn’t enough, he was also blamed. The positions of victim and perpetrator have been completely reversed.

Dolores’ silence paints Vikiel in the worst possible light.

A new student was accused of urinating on a senior who is the student council president.

Judging by the polarity of the rabid fan club within the academy that held Dolores’ beauty sacred, this was a serious matter that could have led to death threats.

“This can’t be happening! We have to solve this!”

It’s too late, but we have to do something.

Dolores walked up to the group of girls who were clapping for her.

They talked about what had just happened and gossiped about Vikir.

“What kind of majesty does he have after urinating in the stomach of a saint? Don’t you think he’s kind of cool, even if he’s an asshole?”

“The unbalanced figure that stands tall even with wet pants is a little off-putting. I feel like my heart is about to break.”

“There’s something going on.” I feel a strange motherly feeling about this otaku thing… I just want to protect him. Please change the diaper. Please give me some milk.”

The direction of the conversation is a little strange.

But Dolores didn’t hear it. So she closed her eyes tightly and spoke the truth.

“Girls, Vikil didn’t do anything wrong, and I peed on him!”

The girls’ eyes widened.

After a moment of silence, everyone, including Bianca, sighed and clapped Dolores on the shoulder.

“Truly, the president is a saint.”

“Sister, you don’t have to endure the insult of being called something that is infuriating to him.”

“Your sacrifice is admirable. Even your best friend would go so far. I can’t believe it, let alone my juniors, with whom I’m not even close.”

No one seemed to believe Dolores.

“Oh no! Trust me, it was really me who peed first, not Vikiel…!”

Dolores repeated her truth to her chagrin, but no one believed her.

Rather, they admired Dolores’ noble self-sacrifice in protecting Vikir.

“Oh! This is strange!”

Dolores decided to give up on explaining.

Instead, she took action to correct the misunderstanding.

Even if she gets caught, she will go out and meet Vikil and formally apologize and clear up her misunderstanding.

It was late at night, but the director had requested an urgent meeting, and Vikil could probably be summoned from the boys’ dormitory.

“The sooner you explain, the better.”

Dolores left the girls’ floor and went straight to the boys.

She wanted to thank him for carrying her burden and apologize for not being able to explain it sooner.

And then.

Dolores saw a strange shadow flashing on the outside wall of the dormitory.

“…!”

When Dolores turned around to go to his teacher, he stopped.

What she had just seen was indeed a stork’s beak mask under the hem of a black cloak.

A mysterious being that she kept searching for appeared in her dreams many times.

A mysterious creature that is infinitely mysterious and infinitely fascinating.

A night hound gliding beneath the cloud-covered moon.

Dolores suddenly forgot everything he had been thinking about.

She turned on her heel and began moving towards the nighthound.

There was no thought of catching him or stopping him. Just, just…

* * *

“I just wanted to talk.”

Hearing Dolores’ words, Vikiel smiled bitterly under his mask.

He knew what she wanted.

Why did he steal the saint’s tears, and why did he destroy the Quobadi branch?

Kooku.

Dolores’ hand gripped Vikiel’s collar tightly.

Her eyes twitched like waves on a lake.

“Why… did you do this to me that day without saying anything?”

“…”

“Tell me you didn’t do it, man.” “There was a misunderstanding.

“…”

“Say something. Please…”

Dolores clenched her small fist around Vikiel’s collar.

Then she bent down, pressed her forehead against Vikir’s chest, and said in a low voice:

“You’re not that kind of person; you’re the villain everyone says…”

Vikir didn’t know how to react.

The bit in Dolores’ voice sounded more than just trust; it sounded like a kind of friendship.

“Is it because of the Red Death incident?”

It’s no wonder that a sense of camaraderie developed as they treated the many plague victims.

But Dolores’ feelings were far broader and deeper than Vikir expected.

Vikir had just opened his mouth to say something.

“…!”

Vikir felt a strange sound in his ears.

Hiss, hook, growl…

It sounded like the irregular breathing of an animal mixed with boiling blood.

Dolores also heard this threatening breathing.

Dolores tugged at Vikir’s collar, her fingers trembling with fear.

“Did you see the clue?”

“I did…”

Vikir nodded.

They were now standing on the emergency exit stairs at options #4 and #14.

And then I heard the unpleasant breathing in my ear, and I was automatically reminded of point 6 of the announcement.

(6). If you are patrolling an empty hallway and hear a strange breathing sound in your ear, immediately sit down and lie down on the floor.

Then squat down, make your body as small as possible, and don’t make a sound.

If the noise stops after that, call another employee to find and remove the dirt on the ceiling.

“Efebo”

The first high-ranking undead “Efebo” to protect the guilty side appears.

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