Chapter 157

Chapter 157

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[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

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Chapter 157: Rules for Night Shift Workers’ Safety (3)

Vikir exhaled a light sigh.

“...What is she doing here?”

Saint Dolores. Wasn’t she headed to the shower room?

So why was she here in the 4th ward at such an ambiguous hour, far from the girls’ dormitory...?

Vikir adjusted his mask that covered his face.

He was ready to modify his voice.

Then, he reached out and lightly tapped Dolores’s shoulder.Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

“...Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil... Kyaah!?”

As Vikir’s hand touched her, Dolores jumped as if she might faint.

Then, she opened her eyes even wider, shivering as if she were extremely frightened. It seemed she couldn’t even think about opening her eyes.

“Our Father who art in heaven...”

“Stop reciting the Lord’s Prayer and open your eyes for now.”

Vikir said, deliberately scratching his voice.

Dolores, with her hands tightly clenched, carefully opened one eye.

“Ah!?”

At last, Dolores’s expression turned to shock.

For a long time, she simply stared at Vikir’s mask, and then she finally stammered.

“Ni-Ni-Night Hound...?”

“It’s been a while.”

As Vikir nodded, Dolores’s expression again became absent-minded.

Then, she barely managed to speak.

“Nice to see you... after a long time.”

She had a lot she wanted to say, but her words were too small.

She didn’t know where to begin, and her chest was tight. She had too many questions, such as why he vanished without a trace after the pandemic, why he had been attacking the Quovadis sub-guilds and orphanages, how he had been doing at the time, and, most importantly, who he truly was.

There were too many things she wanted to ask.

Despite being a seventeen-year-old girl, who had easily taken on roles like the Academy’s 3rd-year student council president, head of the newspaper club, and even the Saint of Quovadis, at this moment, she was just as flustered as an ordinary young girl.

Meanwhile, Vikir got to the point.

“Why are you here?”

“Um... Well...”

This time, Dolores started to hesitate for a completely different reason.

What she was recalling was just a few minutes ago.

The enigmatic thief who had been elusive, who had even appeared countless times in her dreams. An endlessly suspicious and unfathomable existence.

“The Night Hound” was roaming beneath the moon veiled by dark clouds.

Dolores had forgotten everything she had been thinking until now. She started moving in the direction the Night Hound was heading.

There was no thought of catching or stopping him. However...

“...I just wanted to talk.”

At Dolores’s words, Vikir chuckled beneath his mask.

He knew what she was curious about. She wanted to know why he stole the Saint’s tears and why he had been annihilating Quovadis’ orphanages and sub guilds-

Dolores’s hand tightly gripped Vikir’s collar.

Her pupils trembled like ripples on a lake.

“Why... Why did you do that? That day and that time... you disappeared without a word.”

“...”

“Tell me. You’re not like that, right? It wasn’t you who did those things to our family’s sub-guilds, right? There’s some misunderstanding, right?”

“...”

“Say something. Anything. Please...”

Dolores clenched Vikir’s collar with her small fists. Eventually, she lowered her head and pressed her forehead against Vikir’s chest, her voice filled with moisture.

“You’re not that kind of person. Everyone talks about you like some villain...”

How should he respond to this? In Dolores’s voice, he felt not just trust but also a kind of camaraderie deeper than he had expected.

‘...Is it because of the ‘Red Death’ incident from before?’

During the process of treating numerous plague patients, emotions resembling camaraderie or camaraderie could have sprung up.

However, the emotions Dolores was experiencing seemed much stronger and deeper than what Vikir had anticipated.

Before Vikir could open his mouth to say something...

“...!”

Vikir detected a strange sound in his ear.

Hoo... Huk... Grrkk...

It was as if the breath of a beast, mixed with the sound of bubbling blood, was coming from somewhere nearby.

Dolores also seemed to sense the ominous atmosphere in the air.

She grabbed Vikir’s collar with trembling hands.

“Did you... read the emergency message?”

“...Yes.”

Vikir nodded in response. They were standing on the emergency exit stairs, which were the background for options 4 and 14. And the unsettling sound they heard seemed to remind them of option 6 in the emergency message.

(6) If you hear strange breathing-like sounds even though there is nothing around you while patrolling the hallway, immediately lower your body, lie down on the floor, make your body as small as possible, and do not make any noise. Once the sound stops, call another staff member and find and erase the stain on the ceiling.

[Ephebo...]

‘He’s here’

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