Episode 197 Preparing for the Festival
After the midterm exams, a little break came to Colosseo Academy.
Following the theory of ‘study hard when you study and play hard when you play’, Colosseo Academy holds a big festival every year to comfort the students’ tired minds and bodies after midterm exams.
As the festive season approached, professors tended to reduce class time little by little and increase break time.
This is to encourage students to think about and discuss the things to play during the festival.
of course.
“A shortened class? A sound without a choice.”
There were also some sleazy ones like Professor Morgue Banshee.
Known for his strict and sensitive personality, he becomes extraordinarily nervous during the festival season.
“Short classes just because you want to prepare for a festival? It is against your duty as a professor. Students pay expensive tuition and take classes, but isn’t reducing the classes rather an act of violating students’ rights? But I can’t understand why they don’t have classes with the excuse that it’s for the sake of the students. It stemmed from a selfish mind that just wanted to be comfortable with the professor… … .”
Professor Banshee muttered annoyedly at the banners, garlands, simple stages, tents, sound equipment, and fireworks that could be seen outside the window.
“In that sense, today is an extended class. It will be one hour longer than the original lecture time, so everyone should refer to it.”
No one can vomit at the words Professor Banshee announces in a cool voice.
Tudor, who was in the front row, grumbled with his mouth wide open.
‘Damn it, I’m a festival organizer! I have to leave 30 minutes early even during class time… … .’
‘Ha, does this really make sense? I heard from the seniors that Professor Banshee is like this every festival season.’
‘Obviously, he never played properly during his school days, so he must be unable to empathize with the students.’
‘that’s right. I think I only studied when I was in school.’
Bianca, who was in the same situation, also agreed with Tudor’s opinion this time, perhaps feeling frustrated.
at that time.
“there. What are you talking about?”
Professor Banshee’s ghostly hearing picked up the chatter between Tudor and Bianca.
“If you’re a festival organizer, don’t you think the tuition is a waste? And what? Who has never played at a festival?”
“… … .”
When Tudor and Bianca remained silent, Professor Banshee gave a light snort.
“Don’t be unnecessarily excited about the festival period. Because the season with the most accidents during the year is this festival season.”
After speaking, Professor Banshee deducted 1 point each from Tudor’s and Bianca’s attitude points.
yet. When Professor Banshee tries to re-run his class.
Loud music was heard outside the window.
Pungppang Pungppang ♩♪♬<
A military band dispatched from the Imperial Army was tuning the instruments before preparing for the performance.
In other places, an invited dance team puts together a choreography before going on a temporary stage.
And the excitement of the students who came out to prepare for the festival for the empty lecture was mixed together to create a loud noise.
Professor Banshee faintly sighed at the noise of the festival coming from outside, despite the use of curtains and even a separate silence spell on the soundproofed windows.
“… … This is why I hate festivals.”
* * *
In the end, even the world’s banshee professor had no choice but to end the class a little early.
This is because the concentration of the students listening to the lecture is not the same as before.
“joy! If you’re going to take classes like this, just go out and play. I’d rather be that way.”
When Professor Banshee grumbled, grabbed the textbook, and went out of the classroom, the eyes of the children returned to life.
At the same time, Professor Banshee’s lecture was a joint integrated class where all the classes of the cold and heat donation departments gathered, so all the students were sitting in their seats.
It was the best time to discuss what to do during the festival.
Those who were in charge of the hosting committee of this festival stepped forward.
The students led by Tudor of the Cold Weapons Donation Department and the students led by Grenouille of the Heat Weapons Department were the main pillars of this festival.
“Come on, friends! Let’s decide on a concept for this festival!”
festival concept. That means what kind of revenue generation system will be built during the festival.
In short, it is to create a simple facility where you can do business, such as a pub, game room, or restaurant, and students earn money by serving, cooking, or playing games there.
Traditional taverns, haunted houses, and hunting clubs were universally popular revenue models.
“but! No matter which one you choose, there is one ‘national rule’ that you must abide by!”
At Tudor’s words, all the students nodded in agreement.
There was one unwritten rule throughout the school year at the academy’s festival.
That is ‘TS’.
Trans-s*xual. It usually means that a man becomes a woman and a woman becomes a man.
At the Colosseo Academy, it was fashionable for all the boys to dress as women and all the girls to dress as men during the festivities.
Sinclair, who is always bright, claps her hands and smiles.
“Wow, that sounds like fun. Then, can we test it before the festival?”
“Of course.”
Grenouille nodded in agreement with Sinclair’s opinion.
At some point, the disguise tools that the students in charge of the props had made during their spare time were carried away.
Sinclair chuckled, putting a mustache on his nose.
“Look at this, Bianca! I resemble the boss in our part-time job. right?”
“That’s right. Didn’t Mr. Pringles rip off his mustache?”
Bianca giggles with thick eyebrows on her hip chin, disguised in a long Regent’s wig, and a clumsily inflated inflatable muscle suit.
Sinclair laughed awkwardly at the extent of Bianca’s disguise.
“Uh, unnie’s disguise is too tight. Are you really going to do that at the festival?”
“Are you crazy? It has to be made to look neutral and s*xy, of course.”
“Great. Come with me.”
“Is that so? Oh. Should men dress up as women too?”
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Bianca’s expression immediately turns sinister.
She approached Tudor, who was picking out her disguise.
“hey! I’m close to you in disguise, so I’ll help you!”
Before long, Bianca used makeup and disguise tools to decorate Tudor and other male students.
Tudor had long hair with golden partial wigs.
However, the lines of his facial features were so thick on his handsome face that it didn’t suit him very well.
“Uh, he has dark facial lines, so he doesn’t wear well with women.”
Bianca shook her head and looked away.
“Ha ha ha ha ha-“
And next to him was Sancho Barataria, arms folded and smiling.
“He… … Did you cross the line by crossing the line?”
“ha ha ha! It’s my first time dressing as a woman, so I don’t feel bad.”
“okay? I’m surprised You usually like manly things, so I thought you wouldn’t like dressing up as a woman.”
“What! Dressing as a woman is the most manly act! Because women can’t dress up! That’s why the best women’s dress up contests are often held among the warriors of the north!”
Well, if you look at it, it is.
Women cannot dress as women, so only men can dress as women, and as a result, women’s clothing becomes a manly act.
Sancho nodded as he looked in the mirror at his messy long hair and whitened face.
“When I put on makeup, it looks just like my sister. After all, blood can’t be cheated!”
Then, a little silence leaked out from the surroundings.
but. Unexpectedly, Piggy admired with a sparkling gaze.
“Wow, Sancho’s older sister must be very pretty. My ideal type is a strong woman.”
“okay? Would you like to go on a blind date later? It just so happens that your sister’s preference is for a cute, plump, younger man who is shorter than you.”
“I, really? Would I dare to meet Sancho’s sister?”
“Hahaha- if it’s nice to meet you, keep meeting or not!”
Indeed, like a northern warrior, it was a bold blind date arrangement.
But women’s interests were already far from them.
No, their interests were unified into one. already from long ago.
“… … ‘he is?”
“Where are you?”
“Where did you go?”
“where are you!”
“Find it quickly!”
“Hurry!”
“Find it now… … sudden!”
Female students with various makeup tools, various wigs, various dresses, dresses, stockings, rings, necklaces, other accessories, chokers, garter belts, and other props in their hands were looking for someone.
With enough momentum to overshadow the special operation team of the Imperial Army’s special forces unit.
‘No. 1 most beautiful man at the academy.’
‘No. 1 coolest guy at the academy.’
‘No. 1 s*xiest man at the academy.’
‘No. 1 cutest man in the academy.’
‘No. 1 in the academy for the man I want to pet the most.’
‘No. 1 in the Academy where you want to cross your arms the most.’
‘No. 1 man I want to bite the most at the academy.’
‘No. 1 guy in the academy who wants to cuddle and sleep the most.’
‘The number 1 guy at the academy who wants to cross-dress up the most.’
The boy who came out on top in a poll of all the girls at the academy (and some boys who suddenly stormed into the polls).
The protagonist of all sorts of unofficial honors.
Some of the makeup artists, hair designers, and fashion people who have been eyeing his beauty for a long time are already looking for ‘that boy’, unable to control their boiling desire and artistic spirit.
and soon.
“… … .”
In the eyes of the predators, the prey sitting in the corner of the window and dozing off was caught.
Bikir.
This man always has an expressionless face.
* * *
Originally, it is quite rare for Bikir to sleep.
But recently, the hard schedule of frequent meetings with scholars, commendation ceremonies, midterm exams, and even occasional assassination trips made even Bikir doze off.
Is that why?
The sight of Bikir dozing with her face exposed, which was usually covered by her bangs or glasses, lit up the eyes of many female students.
“found! There he is!”
“and! Pretty!”
“I’m already excited!”
“I’ll show off the makeup skills I’ve polished for today without filtering!”
“I even brought a specially ordered dress!”
“I made a wig out of my hair that I had grown for 10 years! I’m from Hwangdo’s hair model!”
“madam! Why isn’t the rare underwear set I ordered 4 weeks ago!? As soon as I was in a hurry, even if it was what I was wearing… … !”
A legion of female students gather to dress Bikir as a crossdresser.
Even in this group, there were not only 1st graders, but also a lot of 2nd and 3rd graders, and even senior year 4th graders.
They naturally infiltrated the 1st grade classroom by taking advantage of the empty lectures, and they show a special respect compared to the 1st graders.
“Get out of the way, boy! If a freshman in the first grade knew about makeup, what would he know!”
“Oh my, look at him? Do you know what competition underwear is? Have you ever competed?”
“You made a wig out of that rough hair? Get away! A wig made from my own hair is so much better! I am the Rapunzel of the Continent!”
“Give it here, kid! I will do a thousand times better nose shading than you!”
“I will touch the ball! I have 5.6 trillion color cosmetics alone~”
“Hey, it’s probably better for you to have your sister do the eyeliner, right?”
“If you’re going to do this, just divide your face into zones! Let’s make up by section!”
“joy! I’ll pick the color for Bikir’s lower lip! Don’t let anyone interfere!”
“… … yes? lower lip? No, why is my brother here in the first place… … ?”
Unknown makeup tools lined up in countless numbers. Variety of quirks. Clothes of all kinds of dresses, dresses, uniforms and so on. And dazzling accessories. And even items such as garter belts and chokers that cater to some special tastes.
The magical powers of countless female students (and some male students) soon reached out towards Bikir.
and.
“… … omg!?”
The moment Bikir woke up, he was surprised to see countless palms covering his vision.
A collective madness that can surprise even unmanned people who have lived through the age of destruction.
At that moment, Vikir jumped up from his seat, perhaps recalling a nightmare of being arrested right before execution.
Hurry up-
As Bikir hurriedly left, the girls started following him.
“You have to dress up!”
“That’s our academy’s national rule!”
“Enjoy the festival!”
Before long, the girls followed the fleeing Bikir out into the hallway and turned the corner.
but.
Suddenly, Bikir had nowhere to go.
Like the saying that a dog chasing chickens only looks at the roof, the female students look around with blank expressions.
but.
Nuclear Nuclear Nuclear-
In the corner of the locker room, a black puppy calmly crossed the hallway.
* * *
Bikir was currently wearing a picaresque mask.
Bikir, who had turned into a black dog, came out of the main building, shooting between the legs of the female students who were looking for him.
‘… … No matter how tired I was, to those little kids.’
When he saw the palms of female students while dozing off, he was startled and backed away. If the comrades who had been asking in the era of destruction had known this, they would have burst into laughter.
‘Sorry guys, it seems like I’ve been too reserved these days.’
Living with young children while doing midterm exams, I couldn’t even pay for my age and got along with them sincerely.
It’s called Ilmo Dowon (日暮途遠). The days are drawing to a close, but there is still a long way to go.
Baskerville, Hugo, Traitors of Humanity, Ten Permanent Times, Demon World… … .
The path of Sura where you have to kill and kill again to move forward. plural demon.
Bikir gritted his teeth once again, familiarizing himself with the heavy meaning of the words ‘age of destruction’ and ‘returner’.
gun gun gun- ppong ppong pp-
A little black puppy headed for the outer wall of the academy.
In preparation for such an occasion, there are clothes hidden outside the castle wall in advance. After choosing a suitable dog hole and going out, retrieve the clothes there and that’s it.
Bikir usually wandered around forbidden areas (although he accumulated a lot of penalty points for that) and found a nook that he had his eye on.
Few people come to this deserted outer wall.
Bikir had made a dog hole large enough for his small body to pass through when he transformed into a dog.
‘If you go out through this hole, put on the clothes you have hidden and enter the city. and… … .’
The information Xindi Wendy sent me is floating around in my head.
The only area that her informants spread throughout the ecliptic could not access, the Devil’s Triangle, where even if they approached, they would disappear as they were.
It was right near the orphanage where Dantalian was hiding.
‘Royal Cemetery.’
A cemetery where the heroes who defended the empire rest.
According to Xindi Wendy’s information, there are many informants who have recently gone missing while investigating there.
Bikir recalled a newspaper article he read relatively recently.
[Extra] Worst villain, ‘Night Hound’, how far can it go? / Views: 89,269
-The Hound of the Night had another major accident.
The night hounds that destroyed the ‘central clock tower’ around 1:00 am last night destroyed the ‘Royal Cemetery’ at around 4:00 am.
The fact that the Royal Cemetery was the sanctuary where the brave and strong generals who unified the empire rested, and the fact that they attacked this place is a heinous act that is tantamount to a declaration of war against the entire empire, no, the entire human race… … Meanwhile, the number of remains damaged or lost due to this terrorism is numerous, and the exact damage has not yet been counted… …
It was an article about a copycat impersonating the ‘Night Hound’.
‘… … Maybe the copycat isn’t really trying to imitate me.’
He said that the public was just calling him a copycat, and that even Xindi Wendy didn’t know what his true purpose was.
And now, Bikir is making a near-certain guess that the copycat being has some connection to one of the odds.
It was an inference based on the instinctive sense of smell unique to hounds.
‘good. Shall we begin the investigation now?’
Bikir licked his dry nose and ran to the dog hole among the bushes.
dododo-
but.
Bikir couldn’t get out of the dog hole.
bung bung bung-
‘… … ?’
The nimble legs are just flapping in the air.
It was because someone was lifting Bikir from behind while holding him by the back and waist.
“Oh, chocolate~ See you again?”
A familiar voice came to my ears.
Student President Dolores Rune Quo Vadis. She was holding Bikir from behind with her wide grin on her face.
She is wearing a nice tuxedo and a black mustache, perhaps wearing a festival outfit beforehand.
‘… … ?’
Bikir half-opened his mouth in bewilderment.
Why the hell is this woman here?
I was vigilant because I had confirmed that there were few people as a result of exploring several times.
Dolores took care of Bikir’s questions and solved them first.
“Are you walking around here too? A lot of stray cats and stray dogs roam around this area. There must be a dog hole somewhere.”
“… … .”
“So I often feed my children here. If you give it near the dormitory, it might harm others.”
Indeed, Dolores is a good person. He is doing volunteer work in a place where no one knows.
Moreover, there may be people who do not like stray dogs or stray cats, so they come out to this secluded outskirts away from possible residential areas.
Dolores laughed bitterly.
“Recently, there are an unusually large number of abandoned dogs and cats in dormitories. After a few months after new students come in, it increases dramatically. There are kids who abandon their pets because they fight with their roommate or simply because they are fed up.”
“… … .”
“I love pets, but sometimes I wish there was a law banning pets in the academy dorms. That’s why I plan to push ahead with it before the student council president’s term ends.”
“… … .”
“However, I am worried because there is strong opposition from those who want to have a companion animal. Some kids think I’m a pet hater. that’s not true… … .”
She continued, stroking Vikir’s hair with a loving hand.
“Oh, have you been abandoned by your master? Or do you have a separate butler?”
“… … .”
“Like last time, it seems like I’m always walking alone. Do you want to go with your sister?”
It seemed that Dolores was under an absurd delusion.
Apparently, he misunderstood Bikir as a pitiful stray dog abandoned by his owner… … .
‘… … Well, come to think of it, I’m not particularly mistaken.’
Vikir suddenly realized that her situation was not so different from what Dolores thought.
Tosa Gupaeng. An abandoned hound covered in all the secret and dirty accusations.
How is that different from the life of an abandoned dog who trusted its owner but was betrayed and abandoned?
Even Bikir was the body that had been executed, so it was worse if it was worse, nothing good.
‘No matter how much he killed the instigator, Set, or Andromalius… … Even so, the Baskervilles and Hugo do not disappear from the target of revenge.’
Blood repays blood. It cannot be replaced by anything.
well, anyway.
Dolores put Bikir aside for a moment and paused to pick up dog poop, cat poop, and garbage.
‘… … You live a very busy life.’
Bikir quickly ran away while she wiped the sweat from her brow.
I don’t like touching people’s hands, and more than anything… …
“oh! It’s chocolate! Come to think of it, you need to be neutered too!”
It was because of Dolores’ malice, not malice.
Hodak-
A black puppy running away.
The wind-like movement made Dolores helplessly let go of Vikir.
does she know
That he had just turned the ‘Night Hound’ into a eunuch.
“… … oh, gone You’re not giving your side well. Be shy too.”
However, Dolores, who has no way of knowing this fact, just makes a sad expression as she sees her black back disappearing like a shot towards the edge of the bush.
