The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

The midterm exam period, which felt long, is already halfway over.

And one quiet afternoon, on the sunny terrace of a cafe.

"I hear you've been very busy lately."

"It's kind of like that."

Dolores, the student council president, and Vikir, a first-year student, were having a conversation.

As the head of the newspaper club, Dolores took advantage of this opportunity to honestly say things she had not been able to say before.

"I'm really sorry about the pissing... incident, and I didn't explain it in time and it got out of hand. And I'm so grateful that you stood up for me."

"We can make mistakes, that's what makes us human."

Vikir nodded without thinking.

Just then.

"...!"