Episode 187 Aftermath (2)
“… … brother?”
The faint scent of shampoo still lingers on her pale face without makeup and short silver hair that is not dry.
Sinclair. He comes from a commoner with no surname, just a given name. However, with overwhelming grades, she is a female student who is guarding the top of the fever donation.
“… … .”
Instead of answering, Bikir only moved one eyebrow.
Considering the place and time, it was a rather unexpected meeting.
Why is she in a place like this at this time?
The question soon became clear.
“Does your brother know? This is the perfect spot for the Milky Way.”
Sinclair smiled broadly and held out something to Bikir. It was a small can of beer.
push-
Sinclair opens the beer and brings the froth to her mouth.
Sinclair, who suddenly grew a white beard, grinned and handed Bikir a beer as well.
“It’s two cans, but I’ll give you a special one.”
“… … thanks.”
Bikir pondered for a moment before accepting the beer.
“I didn’t expect to meet my brother here at this time. I thought it was a good place only I knew. I always come here and look at the Milky Way when I’m in the mood.”
Having said that, Sinclair seemed to suddenly feel better.
He seemed to think something had worked.
But at that moment, Bikir had a completely different idea.
‘… … It was a dangerous place. I’ll have to change the meeting place with Xindi Wendy from now on.’
From now on, a woman who thinks, ‘Wouldn’t it be possible to run into him occasionally if I come to this place?’
A man who thinks ‘I will never come back to this place’ from now on.
It was a very ironic statue dream.
At that time, Sinclair, who put down the beer can, showed interest in the owl sitting next to Bikir.
“Are you an owl? be cute Did you deliver the letter?”
[All-subtracted.]
“Ahahaha, you’re crying unusually.”
Sinclair stroked the owl’s round head.
Then he looked back at Bikir and said.
“Did you get a letter?”
“hmm.”
“To whom?”
“… … .”
Vikir, not knowing what to call Sindi Wendy, just kept his mouth shut.
Then Sinclair’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you a woman?”
On the owl’s head is a greenish-gold ribbon, the color of Sindi Wendy’s hair.
It was true that Sindi Wendy was a woman, so Vikir just quietly nodded.
Then Sinclair’s expression hardened slightly.
“Wow~ I see a school romance, hyung. You’re confident that you won’t fall in grades while dating, right? Do you like CC? Well, who among the freshmen doesn’t have a dream for CC… … .”
“It’s not like that.”
Bikir briefly dismissed Sinclair’s words.
At the words of Bikir, who firmly denied the relationship, Sinclair hesitated for a moment, then let out a breath.
It was a sigh of strange relief.
“Brother, if… … If you’re hiding this from me because it’s a secret relationship, is it really disappointing? It’s okay for us to tell each other these things, we’re best friends. Should I tell you if it’s like that? really!”
… … awesome? He did not understand the meaning of Bikir, but he did not hesitate to ask.
After that, Sinclair chattered and talked a lot to himself.
Vikir was a little surprised because she was usually a girl who wasn’t normally this talkative when she was at school.
Sinclair shook the half-left beer with a sad expression before he knew it and opened his mouth as if he had suddenly remembered it.
“Oh. Hyung, by any chance, what is your relationship with the president?”
When you say president, you mean Dolores student council president.
If asked what his relationship with Dolores was, Vikir could confidently answer in one word.
“irrelevance.”
“Ah~ I don’t think so?”
Sinclair’s eyes narrowed as she patted Bikir’s side with her elbow.
“It has nothing to do with anything, but has the president been looking for his brother like that for the past few days?”
“?”
Bikir’s eyes widened as if he had never heard of them.
Why is Dolores looking for her?
Even so, there are too many meetings these days.
The principal, the president, the captain, the director, the president, the boss, the boss… … I was stressed about what kind of bosses were looking for so many people.
Even the crown prince would give him a commendation, so he said let’s see him.
‘… … I don’t even have time to study, let alone assassinate.’
The fact that Xindi Wendy said that it would take about a month to analyze the information was considered a good thing.
Sinclair shrugged.
“I don’t know either. Anyway, lately, Chairman Dolores has been secretly looking for my brother.”
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“Then, was the reason you came to the archery range at that time to find me?”
“to? I saw you, why didn’t you meet me?”
“… … The roads diverged.”
It is not possible to say that he turned into a dog and hid and then ran away to avoid being neutered.
Sinclair nodded and emptied the beer.
Puha-
The aroma of burnt barley unique to dark beer spreads through the night sky.
She leaned against the railing, resting her chin on her hand, looking rather helpless.
“i envy you.”
“?”
Bikir tilts his head with his arms crossed.
Sinclair smiled as he brushed the beer froth from his mouth with his thumb.
“Your brother is always like that.”
“?”
“You don’t ask first. It’s my style.”
At Sinclair’s words, Vikir smiled lightly.
Bikir, who was born and raised as a hunting dog, is not used to questioning anyone.
Just waiting for the owner to open his mouth first. Because that was the virtue of a hound.
Are you tired of always approaching and talking first?
Bikir’s attitude seemed to approach Sinclair in a different way.
“What I said was envy… … I just said it because I was jealous of my older brother.”
“is it?”
“yes. They are classmates, but the gap is huge.”
Sinclair looked back at Bikir with a strange look.
A first-year undergraduate student who has published three or four research papers that are ranked first in writing and even have already turned the academic world upside down.
A monster irregular who is far beyond the level of a typical undergraduate.
Usually, the level of first-year undergraduate students is like this, for example.
-Professor: Today I’m going to give a lecture on how to eat salmon deliciously~
-1st year undergraduate 1: Wow! What is salmon?
-1st year undergraduate 2: Is salmon edible?
-1st year undergraduate 3: What is flatfish?
And by the time you reach the senior year of your senior year, things are a little different.
-Professor: Today I’m going to give a lecture on how to eat salmon deliciously~
-4th year undergraduate student 1: … … .
-professor: … … .
-4th year undergraduate student 1: … … .
-Professor: What are you doing? I’m not catching salmon.
The 1st and 4th years are different in terms of depth of study.
However, Bikir had already reached the level of a graduate student, no, a professor, far beyond the level of a 4th grader.
Moreover, what about the practical grades?
Bikir, who was suspected of being a beginner, let alone a low-level expert, revealed the skills of a high-level expert that he had been hiding.
This is a tremendous state that is hard to imagine for a commoner. It was on a level equal to, or perhaps even higher than, the prominent late exponents of the 7th family.
“It is written, and it is written. He is a man who in many ways discourages his classmates, Hyung-ah.”
“… … .”
“I heard that you are already having a lot of meetings with celebrities one or two generations above you? Everyone envy you.”
Actually, Bikir is irritated by it, but it seems desperate and distant to others.
But Bikir was well aware.
“… … .”
money? authority? honor? That all those good things become garbage without any value after the era of destruction has begun.
At that time, all existing order will collapse and all values will be overturned.
As one great writer put it, ‘an era in which survival becomes a shallow joke’ is coming soon.
“It’s all pointless.”
At Bikir’s words, Sinclair tilted her head again.
“When I see you sometimes, it seems like you are not from this world.”
Those words made Bikir’s heart tingle a little.
Sinclair grinned again.
“Looking at what you’re talking about, you’re so old~ Who would think you’re 18! So, how about leaving the world and hiding somewhere?”
And the empty beer can is crushed.
Sinclair placed it in the palm of her hand and raised the mana.
Kurreuk!
It is so hot that it creates a white-looking flame that melts the beer can.
It soon has a new appearance due to the iron attribute mana.
A rabbit with a pocket watch, a very elaborate metal figure, sat in the palm of Sinclair’s hand.
“Oh, did you hear that rumor?”
Sinclair said while fiddling with the stuffed rabbit.
“This time, that is to say, among the Class of 20 classmates, a royal family member who hid his identity entered the school.”
“Isn’t that just a joke going around the stock market?”
“… … Uhm~ Well? How about it?”
Sinclair replied in a somewhat dubious tone.
“If you are from the royal family, your talents are definitely not average. Since you are the lineage of the great prophet, the first emperor, you must be different from your average peers, right?”
“… … .”
“From the beginning of the semester, I don’t want to stand out too much, so I will live my life hiding my skills. That way, it would be worthwhile to hide your identity and enter the school. Maybe you’re thinking of recruiting talent to keep by your side? I think so.”
“… … .”
“But I couldn’t hide my skills until the moment of emergency. For example, if close friends are in danger during an exam.”
“stop.”
Bikir dismissed Sinclair again.
“I am not of the imperial family.”
“… … Didn’t I ever say that my older brother was a member of the royal family?”
“?”
Bikir tilted his head.
Sinclair just laughs bashfully.
The sight reminded Bikir of a platform.
‘Come to think of it, Sinclair, this woman was an unknown person before.’
Bikir recalled the memories before returning.
Sinclair loses contact with all of his classmates and seniors after graduating from the academy.
And just like that, it disappears from the world and from history forever.
Before returning, after graduating from the academy, Hivero, Middlebro, and Lowbro, who were quite old, often said, ‘What is Sinclair going to do now?’ , ‘Where did he come from and where did he go?’ I used to have conversations and so on.
Talking about the amazing grades and records she set while attending the academy as memories.
… … When Bikir was thinking about this and that.
“really. Hyung, what are you doing after the midterm exam?”
Sinclair asked again.
“It’s a week-long vacation after midterm exams. What are your plans then?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Back and lower body. And archery training.”
“… … Not exercise and training.”
Sinclair pursed her lips once with a thin expression.
Then he spoke.
“If you have free time, come and visit my house. Let’s have a meal or something.”
Sinclair’s invitation was somewhat unexpected.
Bikir moved one eyebrow.
Come to think of it, Sinclair had made similar suggestions to Bikir before.
It was at the time when I was volunteering at an orphanage.
Dantalian’s act of collecting donations for orphaned children, and Sinclair and Vikir, who asked if they would pay the donation, had this conversation.
‘brother. Hyung doesn’t pay?’
‘… … No money.’
It was said that there really was no such thing.
Because Vikir had decided not to accept any support from the Baskervilles.
However, it was not currently receiving financial support from Xindi Wendy.
This is because the disguised status of a commoner could raise unnecessary suspicions.
anyway. At that time, Sinclair showed a somewhat puzzled expression.
‘money? why don’t you have money? as an academy student. Isn’t that too heartless? The children here, unfortunately, do not have parents. We have to help.’
‘I don’t really need anything like parents.’
‘Eh?’
‘Anyway, the world has to go through on its own. The existence of a parent only functions in childhood when the help of others is essential, and is unnecessary otherwise.’
Bikir’s thoughts were the same then and now.
Why are the children in the orphanage so pitiful?
They have everything they need to survive, only their parents’ existence has been replaced by state institutions.
They grow by receiving essential nutrients and receiving necessary education.
It is a much happier and more comfortable life than being raised as a hunting dog by the Baskervilles.
The ‘world’ is full of pain and must be fought and overcome, and ‘parents’ are only guides at the beginning of the long battle to help with the first tutorial.
Bikir was just looking at the existence of parents functionally, and it was a natural value in the Baskerville family, where he had lived his whole life, and in the ‘age of destruction’, where he had lived half his life.
However, those who have experienced war and those who have not experienced it cannot understand each other.
Bikir was aware that he might seem a bit strange to people at a time when the age of destruction had not yet arrived.
So I didn’t have any expectations.
… … however.
“got it? You must come and play.”
Sinclair was looking at Bikir with a serious expression he hadn’t seen before.
Not the usual curious and lively look, but a heavy and sorrowful atmosphere.
She was sending eyes as if she understood and sympathized with Bikir.
Just like in the past.
“Okay, then I’m working part time now, so let’s go!”
Sinclair dropped something in front of Bikir and walked towards the exit on the roof.
‘That guy, do you have a part-time job? this time?’
Bikir tilted his head.
But Sinclair just smiles and waves.
yet.
… bang!
The roof door was closed.
“… … .”
Bikir turned his head to look at the object Sinclair had set down in front of him.
There, a rabbit with a pocket watch, running frantically as if busy, was staring at Bikir.
