Iron Blooded Hound

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Ephebo's face melted at a tremendous speed, dissolving into the water.

The murky water is filled with sticky oil, and the smell of rotting meat fills the air.

Meanwhile, Vikir and Dolores had already seen Ephebo's face before it melted.

Both of them had familiar faces.

"...Mozgus?"

Vikir muttered as he picked up a black bag floating in the water.

Bald head with no eyebrows, big eyes, bulbous nose, and tight lips.

The face I saw earlier was definitely Mozugusu.

Holy Knight of Quovadis, a pious priest who carried a thick Bible and led accusations against heresy.

If fate is true, when the era of destruction comes, why are there corpses lying here who must go to the front lines and fight the devil?

Vikir furrowed his brow at the unsolved mystery.

"Before Mozgus was reincarnated, he was indeed a human, and he was a hero who lived with a thousand demons during the Age of Destruction. So, how could he do something like this?"

Dolores answered Vikiel's question. .

"That's not Mr. Mozgus."

Dolores looked at Ephebo's body and shook his head.

"Mr. Mozgus had a twin brother, but unlike us, he belonged to the Old Order."

Mozgus' older brother.

He was also a Paladin with an ironclad body and powerful divine power.

However, he retired deep into the old monastery for his post-retirement training long ago and has not been seen by anyone since.

That's the story about the world.

"So you didn't disappear because of your hermit training, but because your body was taken over by demons."

Vikir gulped, and Dolores frowned in worry.

``There are quite a few people in Quobadis who are undergoing private training...but that can't be true, right?''

``I can't guarantee that.'' The only problem.

Vikir remembered that the second son of the Baskervilles, Set, was also participating in the private training.

If the Baskervilles and the Quobadis were already in such a state, then the world's most famous powerhouse teams, those training behind closed doors or on extended absences, were also in danger.

Vikir turned and looked down at Efebo's headless body.

9th out of 10 people.

He must have the power to turn others into demons and control them while stealing his face.

Perhaps Guilty's face was also stolen from someone.

"By the way, why does Guilty look like an actor who retired long ago?"

It's not hard to understand why the actor retired and why we don't know much about him. .

Vikil also knew of a powerful man who had recently disappeared from the scene and claimed to be retiring.

``When will you enroll in the academy?' ' I think you will probably enroll a year or two early. It would be so much fun if we went to her first grade together...'

It's a difficult relationship that started when the two were eight years old. If it had been up to me, we would have entered the academy together.

Camus in the morning.

When Vikil saw his face in front of him, he felt strange for some reason.

She has been looking for Vikir ever since he disappeared with his enemies deep within the Black Mountains.

Meanwhile, Vikil was in the village of Barak, where she was undergoing training for two years.

But one day, Camus suddenly leaves the academy and moves into a dark hall. She has since disappeared from this world, and she claims that she practices in the closet.

Even Vikir didn't really understand why.

"I'll think about that later. Now it's time to focus on hunting.''

Vikir clicked his tongue behind his mask.

If he could defeat the devil, most of his problems and worries would be solved.

Hello.

Vikir picked up the black leather bag Ephebo had been carrying around his face and put it in his pocket.

It was an artifact that radiated the same kind of magical power as Beelzebub, but the concentration was weaker than Beelzebub's, at around 25%.

"But if I could get my hands on the skins of Hebe, Pedo, and Geront, it would be a different story."

Vikir thought to himself.

"Oh, sorry, Night Hound."

Dolores called out to Vikir hesitantly.

Vikir turned and opened his mouth with an expression of sadness, confusion, doubt, and trust.

"If this is what is happening among the faithful Quobadis, what are we to believe now?"

Quobadis have always believed in absolute goodness.

The old and new cults were at odds, but it was believed that this was only a temporary conflict over the sale of indulgences and that they would eventually be unified under Runeism.

But the breakdown within the family now makes me believe that this is not the underlying problem.

The devil is behind the old order.

After seeing and hearing this with her own eyes and ears, Dolores felt as if everything she had ever believed was contradictory.

Quobadi is no longer absolute.

They are no different from other households; they are easily corrupted and easily manipulated.

Also, what does it mean that the devil appears directly in humans?

"...war! Demon war!

The intelligent Dolores realized how much she was in the middle of the storm.

And what a long and hard battle that mysterious creature, the Nighthound, fought!

"I don't know; I don't know what to believe anymore. Maybe there's more than meets the eye."

Dolores lowered her head, her voice unsure.

She was beautiful, and she was so vulnerable that any man would be thrilled.

But Vikir said no words of comfort to her.

``You decide what you believe.''

He just went straight ahead, as usual.

As always.

* * *

Vikir left his fourth building and entered the third.

He followed close behind, although Dolores didn't seem to notice.

The third building accommodates children from 13 to 16 years old, and the second building accommodates children from 8 to 12 years old, like twins connected in an H-shape. It had been.

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The child care facility has established the following rules of conduct for the safety of staff working at night.

The following matters must never be divulged to outside parties, and the orphanage will not compensate for any accidents that occur as a result of these violations.

The same sign was placed here. The only difference is that the letters are a little lighter.

And the deeper I went into the building, the stronger the demonic aura became.

The damp smell suggested that there was a large amount of rotting meat at the end of the hallway.

The narrow, deep hole, the claustrophobic feeling of digging a damp earth grave, weighed down my lungs along with the stench.

"There's something..."

The night dog lunged forward with its keen sense of smell.

Dolores seemed to fully understand that the Nighthounds did not blindly attack Quobadis Branch but acted according to reason and principle.

And ever since then, she has actively tried to help him.

"First of all, I will tell the superior of the clan about this. If they belong to the new order rather than the old order, I'm sure they'll believe me, especially some of the groups I do business with."

"Do as you please."

With Vikir's permission, Dolores carefully wrote the letter.

It was mainly about the existence of Ephebo, the fall of Mozgus, and the request for gratitude to House Indurgentia.

Dolores took a small dove from his chest and tied a letter to his leg.

The addressee was Cardinal Martin Luther, leader of the New Order.

If this is a man of the old order, even his father, Cardinal Humbert, cannot be trusted.

"Please hurry, young lady. I'm sorry for having to work at night."

The white dove heard the saint's wish and took off into the sky.

Pow!

Several white feathers fluttered in the darkness.

The pigeon carrying Dolores' letter flew into the sky at great speed.

...But.

Pooh!

A sharp blast was shot down, tearing the pigeon's body in two.

Dolores' letter was also absorbed into the aura and turned into ashes.

"..."

Vikir narrowed his eyes behind his mask. This is because the speed at which the slash flew was unusual.

Ssssssss...

The smell of rotting meat mixes with the smell of moss.

Finally, two black shadows appear in the middle of the hallway connecting Buildings 2 and 3.

"Who are you?"

Dolores' expression was doubtful.

Suddenly, two men appeared in front of Vikir and Dolores.

A tall, lanky man in a smart suit with a black bag over his face.

"Pedo & Lift"

Pedo and Lift.

These two dogs, like Ephebo, are also guilty dogs.

At first glance, they both appear to be high-ranking undead, as they emit an abnormal amount of energy.

... However, there was something more disturbing than the strong aura and smell they emitted.

"Maybe these undead are people we knew in life?"

Dolores asked in a worried voice.

People who have been corrupted by the devil themselves cannot be normal human beings.

They must have been known to the world in some way.

Vikir answered in a casual tone, his eyes fixed on Pedo, Hebe, and beyond.

"Let's hope that's not the case."

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