Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 388

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 388

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 388: The Wretched Dogs of Nouvellebag (4)

“......”

Kirko lifted her head with a blank expression. If it were any other time, she might have felt awkward and avoided eye contact. But for some reason, Kirko paid no attention to the fact that Garam was looking at her.

But it was only natural.

Garam’s true identity was none other than Vikir, disguised for the sake of his status.

An escaped prisoner turned guard overnight.

Vikir now stood in this spot in place of the deceased Garam.

“It’s dangerous, so step back.”

Vikir’s words were not for Kirko’s sake but to respect the innermost thoughts of Garam, which he had learned through his diary.

I want to show her the outside world.

If only I could show her the blue sky and salt-free lakes where I was born, the beasts running in the fields at least once...

His wish was now forever unattainable.

Vikir knew the wish Garam had penned in the palm-sized diary, pressed tightly to prevent it from smudging on the old, damp notebook.

And at the same time, he knew it was an impossible task.

Because Garam was already dead and gone.

‘But... I can help the woman you wanted to protect until the end and try sending her to the surface.’

Kirko, Vikir saw possessed tremendous talent and potential. If she were to grow, she could contribute greatly to the Human Alliance.

So Vikir decided to protect Kirko as much as possible.

To groom her as a weapon against demons, a secret weapon of the Human Alliance.

‘In my past life, you may have died nameless somewhere, but... it won’t be the case this time.’

That would be a way to respect the will Garam left behind. A win-win strategy.

Eventually, Vikir began to swing the broken truncheon he held too tightly, striking the prisoners in front of him as they came closer.

Thunk! Thwack! Crunch-

The heads or eyeballs of the prisoners rushing towards Kirko burst.

Some had all their teeth pulled out or tongues cut off.

At that moment, Vikir suddenly noticed the face of one prisoner writhing on the ground.

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Seeing it, Vikir nodded his head.

‘Hm? Haven’t seen this one in a long time.’

There was no way he could forget the mark he once left.

‘Was his name Imcum?’

It was a fateful encounter from his days at the Colosseum Academy.

Starting from scolding him for bothering Figgy during their rookie learning days.

Vikir, when he was in the form of Night Hound, fought or interacted with him enough to remember his face and name.

‘I heard he got screwed after causing a ruckus in the Abyss tree.’

Although he became king inside the Abyss tree, outside, he suffered political retaliation for his mischief.

I knew there were some issues with his character, but I never expected to see him again in Nouvellebag.

‘Well, it’s somewhat comforting to see a familiar face.’

With a sense of satisfaction, Vikir kicked Imcum’s belly once more.

Although he could feel the sensation of internal organs rupturing under his toes, he paid it no mind.

After that, Vikir continued to swing the broken truncheon.

At first, he didn’t have the time to adjust his strength, but now he had become accustomed enough to control it adequately while subduing the prisoners.

A moderate subduing that only broke a few teeth and fingers or dislocated some arm and leg joints.

Garam was not where he was supposed to be.

He was busy cleaning up bloodstains and rubble with the cleanup team from behind.

It was something usually done by guards whose achievements were so insignificant that they were often excluded from the honors.

“No, why is he over there...?”

Just as Kirko was about to express her bewilderment,

“Such humility in giving credit to your colleagues! Truly admirable!”

The captain nodded as if he were sure that Kirko was the protagonist of this action.

Meanwhile, the other lower-ranking guards behind were also saying their own words.

“Of course, it’s Kirko. Always taking down the tough ones during riots.”

“But this riot was tough, yet Kirko still managed to break her personal best record. Amazing, Kirko.”

“She’s a genius by nature. She’s on a different level from us. I bet she’ll be promoted to captain within three years, at least?”

“That’s for sure. Oh, but where did this guy disappear to?”

They soon began to search for an easy target for harassment.

Garam. Once again, he was the one busy with cleanup work from behind.

The lower-ranking guards taunted Garam with mocking attitudes.

“Hey, you didn’t do anything again this time, did you?”

“Couldn’t even catch a single prisoner again?”

“Anyway, Kirko always outshines you.”

“Kirko, the one who took down a bunch of thugs even with this idiot in tow, she’s the real deal, huh?”

They chuckled incessantly, starting to provoke Garam with actions like hitting his back, arms, or patting his head.

...However, Garam’s reaction was slightly different from before.

“......”

The broken truncheon, bent from numerous strikes.

Before the blood of the prisoners even dried, it swiftly swept through the lower-ranking guards’ abdomens.

Thump-thump-thump-thump!

The sound akin to a heavy hammer hitting a big snail.

“Ugh!”

“Crack!”

“Gaaah!”

“Splat!”

Four lower-ranking guards clutched their bellies and collapsed in pain.

“What’s going on there?”

When the captain turned his head, he saw Garam supporting the collapsed four comrades, clutching their bellies.

“It seems like sudden abdominal pain. Probably due to the tension being relieved... I’ll take them to the infirmary.”

“Tsk tsk, getting so nervous over such a small protest. What fools.”

The captain immediately dismissed the lower-ranking guards’ situation.

And Garam, who had been mocked by his peers, led them away to a secluded area.

“Alright, friends. Let’s forget about what happened and discuss what’s next.”

The same gaze as when he subdued the prisoners earlier.

There was no intention to hide strength or show mercy in his attitude.

As Kirko watched Garam’s back with such demeanor, she quietly muttered to herself.

“...Something’s definitely off.”

[PR/N: TL is suffering from the flu, Wish her well in the comments!]

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]