Episode 174: The Anti-Columnist (3)
“Who is this? Aren’t you fools who donated cold weapons?”
Grenouille de Leviathan.
He is a male student of the fever donation club who is tall and skinny and has a rather cold impression.
He was from Leviathan, one of the 7 great families of the empire, and was also the second-ranked student in the fever donation division.
He looked at Tudor and sneered.
“What are you so afraid of? It is so soft that you can feel the vibration even here.”
“What are you talking about, crazy?”
Tudor cut off Grenouille’s sarcasm as if he was used to it.
But Grenouille did not stop.
“Whoop whoop. From what I heard earlier, it seemed like they were having a discourse related to ‘Night Hound’. Can they be said to belong to the prestigious Colosseo Academy only when they are so timid? I can’t help but feel pathetic.”
“Then wouldn’t it be scary? He even saw the Night Hound himself.”
said Tudor, pointing at Bikir.
Then Grenouille smiled viciously.
“Is your name Beckir? Did you witness the night hound yourself?”
“His name is Bikir.”
“To remember even the name of a humble commoner, are you showing off your memory?”
Grenouille looked over at Vikir with a mixture of interest and contempt.
And he said with a shrug.
“Whatever. Do not tremble too much at night hounds, poor fellow brethren. Incompetent people are supposed to be cowardly, but isn’t it ugly to look at? If the hounds of the night show up at the academy, this body will come out and protect even you insignificant ones.”
“This baby concept is real. Hey, we said that before seeing the scene of the disaster with our own eyes, right? But if you look at the newspaper articles, the night hound is at least an advanced grader. How dare you handle being a graduate student?”
“Huh-huh- do you believe the article? naive guys. Rumors tend to inflate. I don’t think a coward who goes around hiding behind a mask can rise to such a lofty level. … … and!”
After speaking, Grenouille waved his palms and pushed back his colleagues behind him.
That moment.
… Push!
A light black mist began to cover Grenouille’s body.
It was the paralyzing poison.
Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy backed away, frightened by the poison that mixed with mana and sprayed like water mist.
“You mad Grenouille! Are you using your skills on campus!?”
“This is just cuteness. It’s just to show my strong skills, even briefly.”
Actually, the poison and amount that Grenouille spewed out were not so great.
If it comes in contact with the body, it’s just a numb poison that makes you feel numb and stiff for a few minutes.
However, because he has the image of Leviathan, an extremely poisonous man who is proficient in all kinds of poisons, everyone just steps back in fright.
… … only one. Except for Bikir.
“… … ?”
At first, Vikir also tried to take a step back.
together?
[Hueup-]
There was an existence that sucked in the black water mist sprayed on Bikir.
The young madam, hanging from her left wrist like a clock, saw the poison mist that Grenouille had sprayed on her and immediately began to breathe.
… Hororok!
The poisonous fog disappeared without even feeling like it was being sucked in, literally before even blinking an eye.
It’s like a food fighter inhaling a chopstick of ramen.
[Goeok-nuclear nuclear-]
The young madam swallowed all the mild paralysis poison and belched lightly.
And, as if it had never happened, he stuck out his tongue again and nuzzled.
Vikir thought that it was fortunate that he got food for the young madam at this opportunity.
‘Grenouille? It’s because she’s from the Leviathan family. Then he must have a lot of poison.’
Vikir began to watch closely the guy named Grenouille in front of him.
Meanwhile.
Tudor, Sancho and Piggy blinked their eyes, not knowing what had happened.
“what? Where did the poison Grenouille sprayed go?”
“Did you suddenly disappear?”
“Oh, I was really surprised. Was it a fake?”
Even Grenouille himself was looking around as if he was a little surprised.
“uh? What, where did my poison disappear?”
“Why are you surprised after scattering the seeds? Aren’t you stupid?”
When Tudor was sarcastic, Grenouille gasps and then comes to his senses.
Grenouille retorted, slightly flustered.
“Just now, this body showed me a generosity deeper than the abyss. It was a waste of poison to use for cold weapon donation idiots whose brains were filled with muscle.”
Before long, Grenouille’s cold, dark gaze turned to Vikir and Piggy.
“From what I can see, they are commoners who don’t even look like a lower level expert. Looking at these guys, I knew roughly the level of cold weapons donations. It’s so trivial that I want to die.”
The average practical skill of freshmen currently attending the academy is between lower expert level and intermediate level, and the average of the graduating class is upper level expert level.
Even though they were 18 years old, two years younger than their classmates, Tudor, who was already at the advanced level of expert, and Sancho, who was at the intermediate level of expert, were exceptional cases of genius.
In Piggy’s case, he was a low-level expert, and quite talented outside, but below average inside the academy.
At that time, Tudor, the leader of the group, stepped forward.
“Don’t insult my friends, Grenouille.”
“Whoops- You can tell his level by looking at the friends he hangs out with. Looking at your friends, your level is something to know.”
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Grenouille did not lose pace despite Tudor’s threats.
From behind, Grenouille’s colleagues, the elites of the Fever Army Club, could be heard giggling.
“You guys, don’t insult the academy I belong to with your lowly and inferior skills. Well, it will all be proven during the practical evaluation of this midterm exam.”
“The midterm practical evaluation is just the first test you face. I’m not trying to prove anything through this. It’s like a record guideline for further development.”
“Shut up, for me midterms are murder. Be serious. Only then will it be rewarding to defeat you struggling with your crude and shallow talent.”
at that time.
“Brother- what are you doing there?”
There was someone approaching calling Bikir.
Sinclair.
She was from a commoner, but she, the head of the fever donation team, was coming this way.
Sinclair asked with a smile as soon as he approached Vikir.
“Did you read all the books you borrowed from the library the other day?”
“You mean raising spiders?”
“huh. I also read some related books. Would you like to discuss it later?”
“done.”
“why? Didn’t you study to use it later in the actual monster strategy class?”
“no.”
“Or why are you studying in advance! Let me know too~ Do well on the written test~”
There was sincere enthusiasm and curiosity in Sinclair’s eyes as he looked at Bikir.
Seeing this, Grenouille’s expression contorted in a complex way.
“Sheesh, the only option for lowly commoners is ‘solidarity’. Pathetic people whose only way to live is to get tangled up with each other through the grassroots. … .”
He stopped talking and called Sinclair.
“hey! sing, sing, sing… … Claire! Doing all the disgrace of fever donation alone! Don’t do that, come over here! If it’s written, I’d rather tell you! Absolutely not to do you a favor, it may be a temporary phenomenon, but as a part of protecting the image of the fever donation department, fearing that if you hang out with the cold weapons donations, the level of the fever donation will be lowered. … !”
But Sinclair blinked her big eyes and tilted her head.
“who are you?”
“What, what? don’t you know me? Sinclair you don’t know! I am Grenouille des Leviathan, the current second-in-command of the Fever Army! The three sons of the Leviathan family, the deputy representative of the academy fever donation, and the future student council president! How could you not know me, who came from a high-ranking aristocrat and has excellent grades! While remembering the name of that poor commoner, Bekir or Bekir! If you’re just trying to keep me in check by pretending you don’t remember my name for fear of losing the senior position, then I’d like to tell you not to resist the fate that’s coming anyway!”
Then Sinclair said hesitantly, looking very embarrassed.
“Mo, I don’t know… … ”
“… … .”
“sorry! I will remember it in the future. Mr. Kurukuru.”
Then Grenouille looked shocked once more.
“… … can not believe it. How can you not know me?”
“Calm down, Grenouille. That girl is deliberately engaging in psychological warfare.”
“that’s right. how could i not know you This is why vulgar commoners… … .”
Amidst the patting of his colleagues, Grenouille’s shoulders look particularly droopy.
* * *
Meanwhile.
Bikir and the others left the corridor and came out near the central staircase.
“Then see you brother.”
Sinclair waves to Bikir and heads to the library.
When there were again only four men left, Tudor finally got annoyed.
“Oh, Grenouille, that arrogant bastard. I have to scold you during the midterm exam.”
“That is correct. It’s a pity that there is no sparring course for each cadet in the first year exam.”
Sancho, who usually doesn’t participate in slandering others, also rarely agreed.
Then, Piggy stabbed Bikir in the side.
“Bikir, what happened?”
“what.”
“Sinclair.”
“what.”
“Sinclair.”
“So what?”
When Bikir expresses his doubts, a question mark also appears above the heads of Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy, who are watching.
“What happened between the two of you?”
“Otherwise, why would he be so kind to you when he has no interest in other people’s affairs?”
“that’s right. It seemed like honey was dripping from the gaze you were looking at earlier.”
However, Bikir responded firmly to his friends’ suspicions.
“There is no such thing.”
Then, my friends looked a bit sullen.
When Bikir denied the dating rumor or dating rumor, the topic went back to the night hound story.
As it is a hot potato that is shaking the ecliptic these days, it seems that friends are also very interested in it.
“Night hounds, but they are really scary.”
“If you are a graduate level graduate, you can easily enter the knights, so why did you become a villain?”
“I think there is a story behind it. Or just a real murder maniac.”
Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy have a chat.
Then, Tudor tapped Vikir’s arm and said playfully.
“Hey, Bikir. Aren’t you the night hound?”
“… … .”
Bikir just wiggles his eyebrows.
“Why do you think that?”
At Vikir’s earnest question, Tudor smiled without thinking.
“No, on the way back to the dormitory, you fell behind alone. So you’re the only one who doesn’t have an alibi.”
“… … .”
“what. When the guards asked for a statement, I said we all went back to our rooms and fell asleep… … Actually, you were in the laundry room at the time, right? I mean, I’m washing my pants. ha ha ha-“
“… … .”
“uh? mi sorry It was a joke, but there’s no need to be so serious… … I didn’t know you still cared about that, sorry.”
Tudor laughed and apologized right away, perhaps because he wanted to take it.
Bikir smiled.
Only then does Tudor laugh again.
“Aw, man! Why are you wearing a straight face? It’s scary! It’s even more scary because you’re expressionless!”
“Tudor. you were bad The memory will still be scarred by Bikir.”
“that’s right.”
Sancho and Piggy also reprimanded Tudor, and Tudor bowed his head to Bikir and apologized.
It’s hard for a guy like the eldest son of a high-ranking Don Quixote family to be so innocent.
Bikir smiled dryly, recalling the fairness and justice of Tudor, the great hero before his return, and his childlike innocence.
But the excuses had to be made clear.
“I am not a night hound. He’s a graduate-class monster, and I’m an inferior student who can’t even be an expert.”
“No, why don’t you say something so obvious? I’m kidding too… … .”
Sancho and Tudor also nodded.
“right. Bikir can’t be such a heinous villain.”
“okay! Vikir, let’s quickly develop our skills and catch those villains ourselves!”
Finally, Vikir also nodded.
“… … okay. An evil villain like ‘Night Hound’ will be punished someday.”
It was a bone-chilling word thrown at himself.
Right then.
“Kuhm-keuhum!”
At the same time as Bikir finished speaking, a loud coughing sound was heard from the stairs directly above.
… … ?
Everyone raised their heads in puzzlement.
There, I see a familiar face looking this way.
Colosseo Academy’s student council president, newspaper club Ryukion’s manager, religious chant Quo Vadis’s saintess.
It was Dolores.
