Chapter 150: Not Brother, But Uncle (2)

Chapter 150: Not Brother, But Uncle (2)

"Now, wait!"

Saint Dolores stopped Vikir in his tracks.

"Aren't you being too hard on her? Did she get a kiss?"

"No."

"It's not 'no', it's 'not'! She wants to kiss you like that, so give her a kiss!"

"I'm embarrassed."

Dolores opens her mouth in disbelief.

I've never seen anyone say "embarrassed" so openly before.

She pushes past Vikir and picks up Nymphet.

"Uh-oh," she says, "that cold-hearted oppa doesn't like kisses. Can I do it to my sister instead?"

"...."

"Oh, you hate big sister...?"

But Dolores was a very determined Nymphet.

Dolores watched in disbelief as Nymphet walked away and Vikir walked away.

'She never seems to open up to anyone, does she....?

She knew why Nymphet had opened up to Vikir.

Nymphet had dropped her ball in the sewer while running, and Vikir had jumped into the sewer to retrieve it for her without hesitation.

How could anyone not be moved by the sight of him returning the ball to her, even with filth dripping from his body?

Dolores, who must have been watching the scene from a distance, was moved to tears by the sight of Nymphet herself, who dropped the ball into the sewer.

'...Vikir. What an unknown.'

Dolores thought to herself as she watched Vikir's back shrink in the distance.

He wanted to know more about the junior.

* * *

The day drew to a close.

Vikir left the great hall and headed for his dormitory.

The four-man dormitory was shared by Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, and Vikir.

The daycare workers on duty in front of the dorms waved to the students. Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

"Okay, volunteers, come on in."

"If you're late, you know, all the doors to the building will be closed, and we won't be able to open them for you."

"You are not allowed outside the dormitory after 10:00!"

The curfew here at Indulgentia Orphanage is strangely strict.

At night, the doors and windows of all the buildings are locked, and traffic is strictly prohibited.

The dormitory supervisors are always roaming the halls, listening to the volunteers' complaints, but Vikir realizes that it's not for protection, but for monitoring.

'...especially in the dormitories where the children stay.'

Even Vikir had never visited the children's quarters at night before.

Guards roamed the exterior of the building, and the four shadows of Guilty stood guard inside.

Having succeeded in getting Sancho and Piggy on board, Tudor nervously turns his head.

Vikir stood there, expressionless.

Tudor looked at him and opened his mouth.

"Uhm. Vikir. As much as I'll try to keep you out of harm's way as much as I can... since we're sharing a room for four, I think it's best if you have one last night of excitement for your memories....."

"Let's go."

"Aww, don't be so cut and dry about it... eh?"

Tudor rolled his eyes.

And so did Sancho and Piggy.

Vikir made it clear again.

"Let's go. I like girls."

"...."

It was the most mismatched look and line in the world.

Tudor stuttered and opened his mouth.

"You do realize we're not going to duel with girls, right? It's socializing, you know."

"I know."

Vikir nodded, and Sancho and Piggy widened their eyes.

"Vikir. You're not sick, are you? Tell us if you are. My salve, made from herbs that grow in the north, heals even the mind...."

"Vi, Vikir. What's wrong with you? You usually had no interest in women... ... ?"

Of course, as his friends had feared, Vikir had never been interested in women.

But Vikir had something else in mind.

'Tonight is the best time to kill the demon ....'

It was a moonless night, and the nocturnal world was the perfect hunting ground for the Night Hound.

Vikir will sneak out of the dormitory under the guise of a group of men and women, and he'll look for any loopholes in the rigorous guard.

If he's caught early on an assassination mission, he can use the other boys as an excuse.

Boys of his age do that, girls of his age do that, and adults who see the innocent love of youth often smile tolerantly.

Tudor is from the high nobility, and Sancho and Piggy are students at a young academy, so their identities are pretty much guaranteed.

If Vikir is caught wandering the halls, he can probably get away with the excuse that he got lost looking for the girls' quarters.

Meanwhile, Tudor excitedly outlined the day's plan.

"Great, Vikir's on board, so all the boys in our room are going. When we hear the clock tower bell ringing at midnight, we're going to pretend to go to the bathroom, then we're going to go out into the hallway... and follow the exhaust vent in the ceiling... and climb up the water pipes... to where the latch on the first floor bathroom window in the girls' dormitory is broken... and then we're going to go up to the emergency exit, where the girls will write down the room number of today's rendezvous point on a note and put it under the flower pot....."

It was a fairly specific and thorough plan for a kid's rendezvous.

Vikir's rarely serious expression matched the innocence of the plan.

The larger the number of boys and girls involved in the plan, the more room there was for distractions.

" ... this way. Tonight, there's a gap when the wardens on duty change. We'll gather at the end of the emergency exit and leave when the midnight bell rings."

The fluffy one-day puppies groan with excitement at the deviation they are experiencing for the first time in their lives.

And then.

Mixed among these little balls of fur was an experienced hunting dog hiding its sharp teeth.