Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 90

WN only – 9th Corpse’s sacks of emotion, which reveals your 3 most vulnerable emotions – shame, fear, love.  
  “recreation of one of Dolores’ most humiliating memories in her life. It’s a terrifying technique that not only breaks down the bond between colleagues in an instant, but also makes you lose your composure. … but? Shhh- After walking out of the sack of shame, Dolores didn’t do much. The only thing she did was pee her pants”
  Saintess’ love is Night Hound “For a moment, there was an awkward silence between Vikir and Dolores. “Is this …?” “Oh, no, that sack is weird, it drives people crazy!” Vikir slowly turned his head, and Dolores threw up her hands in frustration. Just then, from beyond the fog, Dantalian’s sneer could be heard. [Ho-ho-ho! My sack is honest, even more so than yours, and will pick up on the smallest emotion you have hidden in the deepest recesses of your heart and bring it out, even if you didn’t know it!] Dolores’s face turned bright red at those words, like a confirmation. “Wait! You’re wrong, I swear! …No, not really, but anyway, I never thought of that…!” “….” Once again, Vikir said nothing. He simply drew his sword and engaged the night hound before him. Bang, bang, bang! Backed by the holy flame of a saint, Vikir easily drove his sword into the night hound’s body, dispersing it into a handful of mist. “Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be able to replicate the power of its body.” That was probably because Dantalian hadn’t yet drawn on his magic reserves. For when they had met in the Age of Destruction, before the regression, Dantalian had been able to recreate his opponent’s face in his memory, and even his strength.”
  MC’s fear is Hugo “she often exchanged pleasantries with Hugo, the iron-blooded swordman lord of Baskerville, at great events in the Empire. But the last Hugo in Vikir’s memory was a world away from the one she knew today.  “Excuse me…, if you don’t mind me asking, who was that old man just a moment ago?”  “My father.” She had seen her father in the sack of fear.  And the Night Hound had seen him in the sack of fear, too.  Dolores saw herself in the Night Hound.  Could the Night Hound see himself in her? 6 Dolores thought to herself, ‘… … I thought, ‘I hope so.’ If only it could be of the slightest comfort to him.  Just as she had been comforted by the Night Hound. ”
  MC has no loved ones