Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 356

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 356

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 356: Crime and Punishment (1)

The lines Vikir left last night were featured prominently on the front page of every newspaper the next day.

[Headline] Night Hound Apprehended!

[Breaking News] Identity of Night Hound Revealed... a First-Year at Colosseo Academy!?

[Exclusive] “I am Night Hound.” The Villain who plunged Venetior into terror, the identity of Night Hound revealed!

[Additional] The Night Hound, revealed to be the illegitimate child of the Baskerville Clan, sending shockwaves after shockwaves...!

Night Hound. His identity: Vikir van Baskerville, the illegitimate child of the Ironblooded Sword Clan, Baskervilles!

Officially disclosed accusations against Vikir were as follows:

1. Involvement in internal affairs of the Baskerville Clan, including murder and escape.

2. Attempted assassination of Archbishop Humbert from the Quovadis Clan and Murger of Quilt Indulgentia.

3. Assassination of Bartolomeo from the Bourgeois Clan.

4. Implicated in numerous assassinations and disappearances of prominent figures.

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Even just a selection of the key accusations carries significant weight.

The terrifying villain who had shaken Venetior for so long, Night Hound.

The revelation of his identity caused the most uproar at Colosseo Academy.

Whenever three or more students gathered, it was inevitable that they would discuss it.

“I can’t believe it... that terrifying monster was our classmate. Unbelievable.”

“How could he have hidden so casually? The world is truly frightening.”

“But wait, I remember he helped me when I was trapped in the Abyss tree. Was it just a coincidence? Or is it the duality of a killer? The world is unknowable, really.”

“Anyway, it’s too dreadful, seriously. If he was writing columns condemning himself in the newspaper, was that all just deception?”

“Hey, I was his neighbor~ It gives me goosebumps! I used to hear sounds like knives going next door all the time...”

“Me too! I even had lunch with him once during group work! He seemed so expressionless, it felt eerie.”

“Ugh, I bumped into him all the time during workouts~ I almost got murdered too!”

Generally, the public opinion was negative. Well, that’s to be expected.

The image of Night Hound, steadily formed through the newspapers, was a villain threatening the peace of the empire itself.

However, there were also those who opposed the majority opinion, albeit few in number.

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and others were among them.

“Have they already forgotten what happened in the abyss? They owe their lives to Vikir... ungrateful bunch.”

Sancho nodded silently upon hearing Tudor’s muttered words.

Sancho, always deep in thought, was not forgetting yesterday’s events with Vikir.

“Vikir drew the line first, calmly. He probably unloaded the little burden of his heart. He’s a truly profound guy till the end.”

“Yeah. Vikir took measures to ensure sparks wouldn’t fly to us. It was partly deliberate.”

Figgy also murmured with a gloomy voice.

At that moment, Bianca sitting beside them let out a snort.

“Hmph. If you act so obviously, who’s going to believe it? Both Vikir, and Sinclaire. It’s really immature to hide your true feelings.”

“Immature? How can you say that, at that moment weren’t you shedding tears and snot, calling someone a traitor?”

“What!? When did I—!”

As Tudor grumbled, Bianca snapped in anger.

But what would have normally escalated into hours of argument between them died down within seconds.

None of them had the energy to fight anymore.

A feeling of moving forward, even if only a little.

...And at that moment.

“Well, well. Quite an interesting idea you guys have.”

A grumbling voice came from behind.

All eyes turned to see a Red-haired female student, smiling as if mocking them.

“Hello? Vikir told me to come here since he’s close with you guys.”

Her name tag read ‘Camus Morg’.

“...?”

Dolores squinted at Camus, as if demanding an explanation for her previous statement.

Sure enough, Camus got straight to the point.

“It’s a good intention to persuade the jurors to reduce Vikir’s sentence. But does Vikir really want that?”

“What do you mean?”

Representing everyone’s curiosity, Dolores spoke up.

Camus shook her head and tapped her temple with her finger.

“Use your head a bit.”

“....”

Everyone swallowed their confusion at Camus’s words. It was unheard of for someone to speak to the renowned Dolores like this. But Dolores remained unfazed.

“I thought this was the best I could do... Do you have a different opinion?”

“Of course. What you’re doing isn’t the best, nor is it what Vikir wants.”

Dolores’s expression hardened at the continued provocation.

She asked firmly, “What does Vikir want? And what’s your plan?”

Camus smiled even more intensely than before.

“I used to be like you guys before. I didn’t know anything. I didn’t know what Vikir wanted.”

“...?”

“But now I think I know. What he’s preparing for, what he’s waiting for, what he’s fighting for. All of it.”

“...!”

For a moment, Camus’s smile faded.

“Just leave Vikir alone. He’s not a man who needs your concern.”

“How... How do you know?”

When Tudor asked, Camus sent him a disdainful look as if he were pitiful. “Don’t you know? He’s incredibly smart. And he’s carrying a burden so heavy that ordinary people wouldn’t dare to comprehend.”

“...”

Everyone understood that point. They had witnessed Vikir’s numerous achievements at the Colosseo Academy and within the Tower of Abyss.

Camus continued, “Vikir’s every move is probably thoroughly calculated. It’s likely a plan he’s been working on his whole life. It’s beyond our realm to worry about or interfere with.”

“...I acknowledge that point. But does that mean there’s nothing we can do?” Dolores asked, and Camus shook her head.

“We should do what we can.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s simple. We’re now doing what Vikir has been doing all along. Blocking.”

“...Blocking? Are you saying Vikir’s actions so far have been about blocking something? What?” Dolores’s question resonated with everyone, and in front of those gazes, Camus pulled something out of her pocket and placed it on the table.

Thunk-

The expressions of everyone froze as they looked at what was placed on the table.

It was a mask with dried bloodstains, the symbol of Night Hound, the Raven mask

As everyone looked on in shock, Camus spoke up.

“The gate that’s about to open... It’s called the ‘Gate of Destruction’.”

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]