Episode 134 Skill Test (2)
Professor Morgue Banshee.
Greasy jet-black hair, pale skin like a corpse, thick eyebrows and sunken eyes.
The all-black fashion that covers the whole body with thick dark circles and black eyes makes him look gloomy and strict.
He is an elite member of the Morgue family, the head of the Madou clan, and especially from the dark party.
Having entered the academy early, he did not return to his family after graduating, but after going to graduate school, he was appointed as a professor at the academy.
Since then, for decades, he has been teaching various major classes at the Fever Defense Department, and sometimes lectures on essential liberal arts classes that focus on theory.
Professor Banshee, who is usually strict with himself and others, doesn’t like students very much, except for a few exceptional geniuses and model students, and especially despises those who are lazy or stupid.
Is that why?
He expressed considerable displeasure and contempt for any of the students in his class who were sleepy.
That too, from the first day of ‘Dare’!
“… … I don’t know if the hot weapon donation is not great, but the cold weapon donation is lousy. Look at that pitiful sight.”
Professor Banshee is a person who takes exceptionally strong pride in his class.
Feeling the cold anger felt in his voice and the intention of blatant disparagement, all the students of the fever donation and cold donation teams were already mixed in joy and sorrow.
“There was a reason why the seniors of the Fever Donation handed out the ‘ice that does not melt well’ made with magic. I keep putting it on the nape of my neck so I don’t feel sleepy.”
“Wow, I envy you. The seniors in the Cold Weapons Donation hand out small iron skewers. If you get sleepy, stab your thighs with this.”
“By the way, that guy named Bikir is in trouble. Prof. Banshee will take you right from the first day.”
“Aww, it’s ruined. I heard that professor always gives a group score regardless of whether you do well or not.”
“You gave 10 points to Mr. Sinclair’s attitude score earlier, and 1 point each to the attitude score of the entire fever donation.”
“It would be nice to have a chief, fever donation.”
“On the other hand, the donation of cold weapons was doomed from the start. Because of one stupid troll.”
“How could I fall asleep at the beginning of class? No matter how unnerving an idiot… … .”
The students look at Professor Banshee’s notice and whisper among themselves.
… … just one person
Except for Bikir.
“… … .”
Bikir, the party to the controversy, was immersed in thought without knowing that the gaze was focused on him.
‘Come to think of it, there was something strange about all the guys I killed yesterday.’
I remember the faces of the twenty-nine who sneaked out of the academy and assassinated me last night before attending OT.
All of them had a strong devilish stench, and of course, their ‘faces’ melted immediately after they died.
It was the characteristic most associated with the ninth of the ten poems he was chasing, the nine-person poem (九僠尸).
‘Perhaps it’s highly likely that ‘him’ is entangled. I have to ask Sindi Wendy to conduct an investigation focusing on that side… … .’
When Bikir is making plans for the next demon hunt.
“… … Rain, Bikir. Bikir!”
I feel Piggy poke his side and whisper.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Piggy’s tear-stained expression, and the ferocious glances of the cold arms donation alumni pouring in this direction.
Professor Banshee’s angry face came into view beyond the silent giggling of the fever donation students as if they were doing well.
Before long, Professor Banshee opened his mouth at Vikir with a twisted smile on the corners of his lips.
“Bikir from Cold Weapons Donation Class B? Looking at the demerit points, your attitude is already messed up. How the hell did you get into the academy? Dunjae, who has been dozing off since the first day of class.”
At Professor Banshee’s words, the cold bottle donation students sigh, and the hot bottle donation students laugh.
This is because the attitude score of the entire cold armament donation will be deducted because of one Bikir, which will obviously lead to the relative gain of the hot armament donation.
at that time.
Something happened that shocked all the students at once.
“I didn’t sleep.”
Bikir retorted.
“… … ?”
Professor Banshee doubted his ears for a moment.
It was the first time he had seen a freshman talking back to him in the 20 years since he had been appointed professor.
Even though I have seen a lot of guys who burst into tears or tremble at a single intellectual word.
In front of Professor Banshee’s pale expressionless expression like a wax figure and the gloomy aura that warlocks from the dark halls of Rue Morgue usually possess, there was no freshman who could dare to refute.
Even 4th year undergraduates and graduate students, no, even professors like him are the ones who find it difficult.
So Professor Banshee asked Vikir once again while checking to see if his ears were functioning properly.
“You didn’t sleep?”
“yes.”
“Do you make excuses like that when everyone saw you with your eyes closed?”
“My eyes are closed, but I am not dozing.”
Then Professor Banshee’s expression hardened.
At the same time, the faces of all the students were gradually turning white.
Professor Banshee’s lips twisted into a more twisted smile.
And he spoke again in a cynical voice.
“okay? It seems I was misunderstood. Because the student who just closed his eyes was stigmatized as a lazy dunjae.”
“it’s okay. You may misunderstand.”
“… … .”
Vikir’s nonchalant answer left his classmates and even the famous Banshee Professor at a loss for words for a moment.
It was to the point where I thought, ‘Did I really misunderstand you?’
… Pudeuk!
Professor Banshee shut his mouth, and a terrifying sound escaped from it.
At the sound of teeth grinding, all the students in the front row had to shrug their shoulders.
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Every word that comes out of the mouths of black magicians should be extra careful, but this was a problem before that.
In an atmosphere where the temperature in the entire classroom seemed to have dropped by about 1 degree, Professor Banshee asked Vikir in a sharp tone.
“good. If you weren’t asleep, you might be able to answer my question. I will be kind to you and explain the matter again.”
Professor Banshee glared at Vikir as if he had made up his mind and raised the question again.
“If you have memorized and understood the lectures I have given so far, you should be able to answer easily. Tell me the places where the hunters of Balak, a barbaric tribe, fought with the army of the Empire so far, and guess the place where their base is located based on the location of those places.”
After he finished speaking, he took turns looking at Sinclair in the front seat with a bright expression on his face, Tudor sitting side by side in the back seat, and Bianca.
Professor Banshee glared at Vikir and said.
“A while ago, your classmates gave me answers that weren’t bad in their own way. Even the motives who can give their own answers like this are taking my class with their eyes wide open, but you, who can’t even reach that level, closed their eyes and listened to my class, right? Now, wait for the answer.”
Professor Banshee left the podium as if he had made up his mind and approached the desk where Vikir was.
It was the intention to take this opportunity to overpower all students by frantically grinding a dunjae that would be weeded out anyway.
but.
‘Oh, the kids at the academy seem to be solving these kinds of problems.’
Naturally, Bikir did not flinch in the slightest. It’s just amazing.
For Bikir, a war veteran who has been worn out on the battlefield for decades, this problem is easier than tying shoelaces.
Above all, it was a question on which life directly depended, so the answers were imprinted on the bones and flesh.
Of course, the depth is different from the theory that is simply written on paper with a fountain pen.
But Bikir knew the answers to these sorts of questions so well that he hadn’t guessed that Professor Banshee had deliberately put out problems so difficult that the students couldn’t even solve them as a way to overwhelm them.
So I ended up committing the mistake of answering incessantly.
“The places where the skirmishes between Balak and the Empire took place are Hill 1, Hill 4, Hill 5, Hill 7, Hill 8, Hill 14, Hill 27, Hill 30, Hill 75, Hill 207, Hill 306 of the Western Front, and many of them. It is mistakenly known as a basin and peak terrain, but in fact, most battles took place in winter, so after the ice and snow accumulate or melt, the terrain takes the form of a beekeeper as a whole. Balak’s warriors are characterized by ultra-long-range sniping and guerrilla warfare, and easily move over long distances and high terrain, while taming wolves to secure mobility on the plains. Given its location, it is certain that it is located on high ground deep in the flood waters. If you look at that map, the Geumgang River to the west between Point A and Point B and the waterfall area that touches the west coast are likely.”
Even military secrets (military equipment), even the parts that have not yet been reported to the academic world.
‘Anyway, after the Ahheman Incident, Balak’s natives moved their residence to another place, so it doesn’t matter.’
Even if you tell me, no one can go there.
It was because predators, poisonous insects, various dangerous plants, harsh terrain, and endemic diseases strictly prohibited the entry of the imperials.
So Bikir gave an appropriate answer in his own way, as long as it did not cause trouble to the natives of Balak.
… … but.
Despite Bikir answering Professor Banshee’s question, the silence in the classroom did not change.
“?”
Bikir then turned his head.
Then, a mysterious landscape appears.
… … .
Piggy next to him, Tudor and Bianca across from him, and Sinclair beyond, and finally Professor Morgue Banshee.
Everyone in the classroom, regardless of heat or cold donations, students or professors, was staring at Bikir with gaping mouths.
