Episode 173: The Anti-Columnist (2)
[Exclusive] ‘Night Hound’, an evil beyond the limit / Hits: 3,872
-‘Night Hound’ crossed the line. The crime of scorning the imperial family and the 7 generations has reached heaven… … Giving yourself up right now and stretching your neck and waiting is the last chance to greet peaceful words!
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ㅇㅇ (Fever donation, 1st year): The country is going well.
ㅇㅇ (cold weapon donation 1st year): ㅇㅇ I think we need to arrest the hound of the night quickly? What is the royal family doing?
ㅇㅇ (cold bottle donation, 2nd grade): How busy must ㄴ be in the current situation? Well, what is the imperial family, your friend’s house? It’s a habit to talk about things these days.
ㅇㅇ (Fever donation, 4th grade): Cry,, classmates of the same age,,!! I hate all,,,night,,hunting dogs~~! this is it~~
ㅇㅇ (cold bottle donation, 4th grade): ㄴThis is right~~^^*
ㅇㅇ (fever donation 1st year): The smell of an old man in the comment window;;
ㅇㅇ (cold bottle donation, 3rd grade): Good article,, go ahead~~^^ Always~~only happiness~~ heh
ㅇㅇ (Fever donation, 1st year): But who wrote this column? Did you see the night hound in person?
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Vikir was a little surprised when he read the newspaper this morning.
‘I really didn’t expect that column to be published.’
When he heard it, he chose only the words that were most similar to him, and it seems that it worked.
The number of views was quite high, and the comments were well received, which was quite surprising.
‘… … It seems the fear of night hounds is widespread, isn’t it?’
I heard that there are many parents who say, ‘If you keep crying, the night hounds will bite you!’
It seems that he has firmly established himself as a villain who terrorized the empire.
‘I’ll have to be more careful when I go on a demon hunt in the future.’
It would be annoying if you ran into the Imperial Knights while wandering around outside the academy.
When Bikir is thinking about his plans for the future.
“Bikir.”
A cold voice was heard.
When I look up, Professor Morgue Banshee’s dark circle eyes follow me closely.
“Have you closed your eyes and been immersed in contemplation today? It’s not John’s.”
“yes. That’s right.”
“Still brazen. I’ll have to see if I have the skills to do that.”
Professor Banshee, as always, didn’t like Vikir.
So, I used to throw small strikers, such as making puns that were deliberately twisted several times so that they could not be solved, or problems of super difficulty that an undergraduate student could not understand.
“The Imperial Army is in trouble because of the gigantic trapworms that appear in large numbers during the rainy season on the Western Front. Among these, separate small objects less than 1m in length from large objects more than 10m in length, and tell me how to deal with them.”
“The damage to travelers by the goblins is getting worse day by day. Goblins are small and weak monsters, but because they move in groups, they are a threat to those who do not know how to use mana. Discuss a realistic plan to prevent travelers leaving the gates of the ecliptic from being attacked by goblins.”
“I don’t have much time, so go quickly. Answer yes or no only. The monster that causes the most damage to the knights and magicians who are currently guarding the highland fortress is not the wyvern, but it is also the opposite of saying no to it. How are you?”
… … The problem is that Bikir has never been wrong on those questions.
“In the case of small strapworms less than 1m in length, spraying salt, sugar or carbonic acid can cause fatal injuries, and large species can be easily repelled by shooting copper arrows.”
“Goblins have a sensitive sense of smell and are weak against stench. If a ginkgo tree planted as a roadside tree drops its fruits, it would be good to collect them instead of throwing them away and provide one bag to each traveler leaving the ecliptic. If you throw ginkgo berries when you meet a goblin, most of them will lose their fighting spirit and run away because of the stench.”
“yes.”
Vikir always responded calmly to Professor Banshee’s barrage of aggressive questions.
There were two reasons for this. The first was that Professor Banshee’s major classes were always related to how to attack monsters in real life.
Therefore, it is possible to present innovative strategies that can supplement or completely replace outdated studies of decades ago.
The second was Professor Banshee’s questioning style.
Due to Bikir’s dislike of attention, he would answer the question the way he wanted, but Professor Banshee always deducted the attitude score of the entire department to which the student belonged to a student who could not answer his question or got the problem wrong.
In other words, as long as Vikir was targeted by Professor Banshee, he had to keep attacking him for the attitude score of the entire Cold Weapons Donation Department.
I decided that getting extra points on the overall attitude score by solving the problem well was the way to get less attention from other students, because people tend to remember grudges for a long time but quickly forget grace.
Penalty points received unjustly because of others are remembered for a long time, but stores that were fortunately received thanks to others are quickly forgotten.
Meanwhile.
“… … .”
Professor Banshee couldn’t get angry even though all of his question attacks were cut.
Bikir’s answers were the kind of things that only veterans who have been on the battlefield for decades can do, so I can’t be quick to point out.
How can an 18-year-old freshman know the parts that even he, the professor at the academy, only encountered in theory on his desk at the research institute?
And that too quickly.
Professor Banshee couldn’t help but look even more uneasy because some of the answers Vikir just gave included strategies and theories that had never been discovered before.
‘Okay… … It was like that in the case of Venompion in the past.’
A monster in the form of a giant scorpion that lives in the desert.
Who would have known that there would have been a second stinger hidden in it?
Professor Banshee sent a sample of ‘Venomphion’ to the Royal Mamul Research Institute to check whether Bikir’s claim was true or not, but in the end, everything turned out to be true and suddenly attracted the attention of the academic world.
He waved his hand at the flood of interview requests.
‘It was not studied by me, but by my pupil. joy!’
Since then, Professor Banshee has been watching Vikir with interest (?).
In the end, Professor Banshee had no choice but to acknowledge Bikir’s learning this time as well.
“You’re very nice, you’re very nice. As for the theory, you can stand here instead of me and teach your classmates, no, even your seniors. … … Maybe even me.”
“Not quite like that.”
Professor Banshee’s expression contorted once more at Vikir’s short reply.
Finally he growled.
“I hope you go to graduate school someday. And if you really want to come under me… … .”
For the first time, Bikir felt a sense of dread at those words.
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The academy’s graduate school is famous for being crazy hard.
There is a saying that prisoners of war from other countries who lost the war and became slaves pity the graduate students at the academy.
However, freshmen in the first year who do not yet know that fact look back at Bikir and open their eyes wide.
Not only was he recognized as a theory by the world’s Banshee Professor, but he was even invited to go to graduate school!
It was harder than for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.
“… … .”
In particular, Sinclair, the head of the Fever Donation Department, who was sitting in the front row, was now staring at Bikir openly, not hiding.
It was a gaze that sparkled with curiosity.
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after class.
Bikir also mingled among the students who packed their backpacks and moved to the next class or dormitory.
And there was one person who stood in front of such Bikir.
Professor Morgue Banshee in the course of ‘Practical Demonic Attack’.
“Bikir.”
He called out to Bikir with the slightest hint of displeasure in his hard voice.
When Bikir turned his head, he trudged over and spoke with a twisted mouth.
“Your last column. in the newspaper.”
Professor Banshee is also an advisor to the Newspaper Club.
It was he who published the newspaper’s commentary on “The Night Hound” written by Bikir.
Professor Banshee asked really curiously.
“Did you really witness the night hounds during your volunteer work?”
“It is as I said before. I was walking down the aisle at night, and I happened to run into them briefly, as if by chance.”
“… … is it. You really don’t know things like faces and voices, do you?”
“yes.”
“i get it. That’s it.”
Professor Banshee frowned and muttered in a small voice, ‘Because flies keep sticking to me.’
Then he looked at Bikir and continued.
“If there is an outside reporter who bothers to ask for an interview, tell me. I have a duty to protect the students who belong to the academy newspaper club.”
“yes.”
Professor Banshee nodded at Vikir’s brief reply.
“… … Oh wait.”
Just as he was about to turn around, Professor Banshee turned his head as if he had suddenly remembered something.
“By the way, if I went to volunteer work, the time would have been sleeping time and curfew time, but why were I walking down the hallway at night? It wouldn’t have been in the direction of the bathroom or water purifier.”
“sorry.”
“… … sorry? Is that the end?”
“yes.”
Bikir still answered briefly.
Professor Banshee frowned.
“… … Well, I know that there is a custom where male and female students get together and drink on the last day of volunteer work.”
“Is that so?”
“yes. But I am not obliged to condone such things. yes?”
“okay.”
Professor Banshee raised the ledger with a rough hand motion and deducted one point from Vikir’s attitude score.
“… … From now on, don’t wander around at night.”
To the hounds of the night, don’t roam at night.
Bikir nodded casually, and Professor Banshee finally snorted, then turned around and went on his way.
Then, the friends who had been watching from afar approached.
The first to come was Piggy.
“Bikir! Did you just lose your attitude score? why?”
“They broke the curfew rule on the last day of volunteer work.”
“OMG! You must be crazy! did you tell the truth? lie to me! If you accumulate demerit points here, you have to go back to volunteering! This time, it will stop as an on-campus service, but… … .”
These days, the policy of the academy principal is not to send out-of-town volunteers because the current situation is suspicious.
Instead, after the midterm exams, he could have been put in the unfortunate position of having to do school volunteers during the golden festival.
That was why Piggy felt sorry for him now.
And after Piggy, Tudor and Sancho also came.
“Hey, Bikir! What does Professor Banshee say?”
“At least I would have made a fuss.”
They were newspaper members like Bikir, and they already knew that the writer of the column was Bikir.
Tudor opened his mouth.
“Hey Bikir. Did you really see the night hound back then?”
“Yes.”
“Hey, child. Why didn’t you tell me! Somehow it was serious all the way back that day.”
Tudor approached with a serious expression and patted Bikir on the shoulder.
“How terrifying it must have been to have met that vicious villain. I wanted to because you peed because you kept falling behind and thinking a lot when you returned to the academy on the last day of volunteer work.”
“If something like this happens in the future, please consult with us as well.”
Sancho also stood next to Vikir and nodded.
Meanwhile, friends asked Bikir.
It was a question of what a night hound looked like and how terrifying it was.
Bikir just gave a rough answer.
“He is very tall and has a good physique. He looked older too. A mask was worn over her face and a black cloak covered her whole body. Her voice was hoarse. I couldn’t hear her well because she was far away, but… … .”
At that, Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy made a fuss as they wiped away the goose bumps on their arms.
“Wow, you must have seen it in real life! It must have been really scary!”
“If it were me, I wouldn’t have been able to move on the spot. You really have great courage.”
“I heard that the night hound must be at least a senior grader. Whoa, how strong are you? Do you outnumber the professors? Wouldn’t that be enough?”
The one-day puppies who once quarreled with each other about catching the night hounds are still downy.
Bikir was watching the scene with a little cuteness.
Right then.
“Who is this? Aren’t you fools who donated cold weapons?”
Another fluffy one-day puppy blocks Bikir’s way.
A handsome man with a cold face exposed under his dark black hair.
And a badge in the shape of a small snake on the chest.
Seeing his face, Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy’s expressions hardened slightly.
“… … Grenouille.”
Grenouille de Leviathan.
He is from the Leviathan family, one of the seven families representing the Empire.
It was the appearance of the first-year vice-president who was arrogant and the overall deputy chief of the first-year military donation team.
