BXBX NOVEL Chapter 155
Chapter 155
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Chapter 155: Rules for Night Shift Workers’ Safety (1)
“That’s how it happened. I’m sorry.”
Vikir turned back and offered an apology.
Dolores, with a blank expression, couldn’t even respond properly.
And those around her, seeing Dolores’ blank expression, could only misunderstand.
“Vikir?! Are you crazy?! Why are you so confident?”
“The Saint must have fainted from shock!”
“Ah! Sister, let’s hurry to the shower room! I’ll help you!”
Who in the world would urinate on the Saint’s lap?
In truth, even seeing it with their own eyes, it was hard to believe.
Tudor, Sancho, and Figgy were also stunned by this unprecedented disaster, almost fainting.
Sinclaire and Bianca, too, could only stammer like dumbstruck fish, unable to speak.
Only one person remained calm and rational, and that was Vikir.
“People can make mistakes when they drink.”
That was Vikir’s way of consoling Dolores, trying to say not to make a big deal out of it.
But from the perspective of the other students watching this, it was simply mind-boggling.
“Saint, declare the sanctuary.”
“Vikir! Quickly kneel down and pray! Otherwise, you’ll be expelled!”
“It’s a crusade! The Crusaders of Quovadis will rise!”
Meanwhile…
“….”
Dolores sat there, her mouth slightly agape, unable to say a word.
Her vision spun.
“What on earth is happening right now? Why is everyone yelling at Vikir? I’m the one who urinated.”
Various thoughts swirled in Dolores’s mind, paralyzing her.
Panic. For the first time, she lost her composure.
Normally, she would have accepted the nickname “Pee-ress” rather than let others cover her name with shame.
[TL/N: Word play on priestess~]
But Dolores was in such a daze that she couldn’t distinguish whether this reality was real or a nightmare.
And she even showed signs of temporary aphasia.
Sinclaire and Bianca, as if her soul had left her, approached Dolores from both sides.
“P-President, let’s take her to the bathroom first.”
“Why aren’t you people looking away?! Shall I shoot you with an arrow?”
Sinclaire and Bianca half carried the almost unconscious Dolores to the bathroom.
The remaining female students, hesitating, began cleaning Dolores’s bed.
The male students didn’t dare move recklessly and looked around.
Eventually, Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, and the other male students approached Vikir, sounding incredulous.
“V-Vikir. You didn’t really pee, did you? Tell me it’s not true, please.”
“You sweated… you must have sweated explosively with your lower body, my friend.”
“Please, Vikir! You’ve urinated on the Saint’s lap! This is sacrilege!”
But Vikir didn’t listen to his friends’ words.
He carried Dolores’s shame on his back for two reasons.
First, as a small token of gratitude for the blessing he received from Saint Dolores before his reincarnation.
Back then, Dolores, known as the Saint of the battlefield, saved many wounded soldiers from the brink of death, and Vikir was one of the soldiers who received her help.
Although Dolores at the time didn’t remember Vikir’s name or face and passed by without a second thought, Vikir still remembered and cherished that grace through his second life.
And the second reason was, of course, the assassination.
Quilt. He had to kill that guy before the night was over.
In fact, there was little room for indulging in this childish prank.
“We need to finish the drinking session quickly.”
At that moment, the Saint conveniently provided a good excuse for Vikir.
“Sorry, guys. I turn into a dog when I drink.”
A dog is a dog. A hunting dog.
When Vikir apologized, his friends surprisingly forgave him with a kind heart.
“Ugh, the drinking session is over. Well, nothing we can do.”
“But it will definitely be a memorable memory.”
“Vikir… I’ll find you a good place to transfer. You won’t forget it. Hm… Hm…”
Tudor and Sancho forced a fake laugh, and Figgy shed tears, worrying about Vikir’s future.
They could all see how much Vikir’s actions had made school life difficult for the Saint and all the female students in this room.
… Of course.
“Alright, I’m heading back now. Sorry for the cleaning. Let the Saint know that she can request laundry fees later.”
Vikir himself didn’t care much.
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Late at night, the male infiltrators who had sneaked into the girls’ dormitory returned to the boys’ dormitory under the cover of a yawn. Just before going to their respective rooms, Vikir intentionally lagged behind.
“I’ll stop by the laundry room for a moment.”
There was a convenient excuse for washing the urinated pants, so no one suspected anything. Tudor, Sancho, and Figgy patted Vikir on the back as he headed towards the laundry room.
“Stay strong, Vikir. Even if you accidentally blasphemed the sacred woman, I’m your friend. Our support will give you strength.”
“Even if you get expelled, don’t worry about your job. I’ll recommend you to the Northern Mercenary Guild. With my recommendation, you should have no problem with an office job.”
“Hey, guys. Let’s leave Vikir alone now. Vikir! I’m on your side, of course! I’m a commoner, but I might be able to help you in our household!”
After these words, everyone quickly went into their rooms as if giving Vikir some time alone. Until the door closed, they exchanged comments related to Vikir.
What if… ‘The Saint won’t expel him so easily,’ ‘If we make this incident public, it will harm everyone because they secretly drank alcohol at night,’ ‘It would be better if this incident was quietly buried,’ and so on.
Meanwhile…
“…”
Vikir returned to the laundry room, threw off his wet clothes, and quickly changed into the outfit he had hidden. Night Hunter. He wrapped his body in a black cloak and wore a plague doctor mask on his face, assuming the disguise of a mysterious monster.
Now, the hunting dog was on the hunt.
“The timing couldn’t be better.”
Tudor and Bianca had managed the meetings between male and female students well, so Vikir was well aware of the schedule for changing shifts and patrol routes.
He had memorized the layouts and structures of each building during his volunteer work. Vikir made his way to the laundry room with his eyes closed.
He soon faced the circular buildings that surrounded the dormitory where Quilt resided. The first one was the 4th building where the 17-19-year-olds stayed, the second was the 3rd building for 13-16-year-olds, the third was the 2nd building for 8-12-year-olds, and the fourth was the 1st building for newborns.
To reach the room where Quilt was hiding, Vikir had to pass through these four buildings and enter deep inside. Vikir descended from the rooftop and headed to the back door of the 4th building.
He shook the window latch, which he had loosened in advance, and the window opened with a click.
Clink! Swish!
Vikir slipped through the window like a ghost, and in no time, he could see the quiet corridor of the 4th building.
And…
“…!”
Vikir spotted a sign affixed to a door on the quiet corridor as if it were holding his gaze. It was eerie and significant enough to momentarily hold Vikir’s attention as he was about to enter the corridor.
< Inner Door >
In order to ensure the safety of night shift employees, the orphanage provides the following rules.
※The contents below must not be leaked to the outside, and the orphanage will not provide any compensation for accidents resulting from violating these rules.
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