Chapter 173: The Anti-Columnist (4)
Dolores.
She read the article in the newspaper, and once again Vikir was in her mind.
The Night Hound crossed the line.
-The Night Hound has crossed the line. Your cris against the imperial family and the Seven Houses have reached the skies... and your only chance for a peaceful end is to turn yourself in now and be hanged by the neck!
To be honest, it didn't feel good to see the harsh criticism being thrown at the night hounds.
And that bad feeling was made worse when I realized that Vikir, who had taken the ti to co and see , was once again criticizing the Night Hound.
"A villain like the Night Hound will be punished one day."
Dolores felt a stabbing pain in her chest as she listened to Vikir and the others.
It was even more sad and miserable than when she heard the insults herself.
'...You're insulting him because you don't know what you're talking about.'
Ordinary people cursing a hero, but I know I can't bla them.
Like the great prophet Rune, who was crowned with thorns and carried on a stake by the citizens of long ago, the Night Hound also makes this noble sacrifice even at the risk of becoming the target of everyone's misunderstanding and hostility.
'It was said that true heroes do not force blood on the public.'
Dolores bit her lip tightly.
Although she could use this opportunity to berate her juniors and proclaim the innocence of the Night Hound, ... that would not be what he wanted.
'It's okay, not everyone knows the sacrifice of the Night Hound, just . I just need to be the only one who knows and rembers his sacrifice.'
A gifted genius, a prophet the world doesn't understand.
Dolores felt sothing akin to a sense of duty at the realization that only she could understand him.
The ordinary citizen. As the unknowing public disliked, hated, feared, and abhorred the Night Hound.
Dolores' feelings for the Night Hounds have evolved into affection, respect, longing, and a heartbreaking emotion that even she can't quite define.
These unexplained feelings grew more and more intense with each passing day, until she was unable to sleep at night.
These days, every day is unfamiliar with emotions she have felt for the first ti in her life.
"...."
Dolores let go of the railing and turned around.
She'd co here to see Vikir, but she couldn't speak to him now because the look on his face would make her angry.
And she's not even in a position to be angry.
It was not a good ti for conversation, so she turned her back on him.
* * *
Back in her dorm room, Dolores took a shower and sat down at her desk.
'Still, Vikir, I have to talk to him.'
Vikir was the only one of the Academy's students who had seen the Night Hound with his own eyes.
So it was absolutely necessary to hear what he saw that day.
And then another.
" ...I also need to apologize for the pissing incident."
Vikir is Dolores's saving grace.
Dolores had made a drunken mistake, and Vikir had taken on the stigma of peeing on her behalf.
It must have been hard for him to say that he was the one who peed in front of everyone.
Although it's unclear what Vikir was thinking when he sacrificed himself in that situation, he hasn't asked for anything in return since, so we can only assu it was purely out of the goodness of his heart.
"...Haah, as long as you don't insult Night Hound, you're a really good junior."
Dolores had mixed feelings about Vikir.
At first, he was an arrogant junior that I wasn't interested in at all, or even hated.
I had thought he was a bit of an oddball when he sang a military song at the freshman talent show and made the old professors cry, but... after that, his image gradually deteriorated due to his frequent tardiness and detentions.
He was warned several tis for his seemingly casual approach to rules, such as falling asleep in class and wandering into prohibited areas.
Reviews
All reviews (0)