Episode 207 Festival Night (2)
the festival has begun
Numerous stalls lined up inside the academy.
Exciting music resonating here and there, colorful lights brighten the night.
Heaps of food were displayed on huge stalls, and both men and women who came and went were lavishly decorated.
Everyone enjoying the festival was wearing ghost makeup.
Most of them were zombies or skeletons, and occasionally vampires or mummies are also seen.
The same was true of Ryukion, a newspaper club that opened a pub.
“welcome! A haunted bar full of romance and chivalry!”
“The snacks are kind and the boss is delicious! Come on, come!”
“Sancho! Anjurang and the boss have changed!”
Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy were soliciting customers.
Dressed in black armor and dressed as a Death Knight, Tudor was attracting female customers by discussing chivalry and romance.
“Beautiful lady, would you like to discuss wine and poetry with me at the Ryukion tavern?”
“Kyaaak- I like it!”
“It’s like a wandering knight!”
Sancho, dressed as a snow woman, was popular among fellow muscular machos.
“Wahhahaha- Come to Ryukion’s pub! If it’s until 9:00 PM, we’ll serve you a stew of blood as hot as a warrior’s boiling blood!”
“Hoo? It must be a lump of protein and iron. Can you make up for the muscle loss? I can even aim for 3 to 1 ton!”
“Dressing as a woman, you dressed quite manly! Chuck-Let’s go right now!”
Piggy, dressed as a fairy, also draws a lot of attention among women.
“Me, over there. Please take the flyer here!”
“oh? look at this cute kid Are you also an academy student?”
“If it’s a concept that stimulates maternal love, it’s a success. Hey, hohoho- let’s go, the noonas will sell it.”
As a result, the front of Ryukeion’s tavern became crowded with people.
Meanwhile.
“Hey, is this a very blasphemous outfit? Could it be a controversy? Who wrote this lot… … .”
Saint Dolores hesitated behind the tavern.
Black leather gloves, a black cape, boots, and a full-face plague doctor mask.
It was the night hound look.
A passing Tudor laughed at Dolores.
“Well, it’s a socially controversial thing, the night hound.”
“… … Will that be too?”
“Still, isn’t the Plague Doctor’s mask a trademark of the Night Hound? It’s also a look that often appears on Halloween. It’s been a costume that has always appeared at festivals since before. Wouldn’t that be a bit odd if, once again, a certain attire was banned because of the night hounds?”
Haha, if you look at the bar next to you, you can often see people wearing plague doctor masks.
Originally, it would not be possible to force such things out of nowhere, as it was a costume that was consistently popular at every Halloween festival in the zodiac.
“… … .”
Dolores was conflicted.
Only you know that the night hound is innocent.
But even so, there may be people who feel uncomfortable wearing these clothes.
When Dolores is just contemplating whether or not to go out to the front of the tent.
“What is that outfit?”
As expected, a presence appeared that was uncomfortable with Dolores’ outfit.
Professor Morgue Banshee. He was an adviser to Ryu K-On, the newspaper department, as well as an advisor to Fever Giving.
“President Dolores. I didn’t expect you to dress so inconsiderately.”
“… … .”
“No matter how thoughtlessly you enjoy the festival, you wouldn’t say that you didn’t even think about the social repercussions your outfit would bring, right? How can you imitate such an incorrigible trash heinous criminal?”
Professor Banshee’s accusation was poignant.
His words were in the realm of rational understanding, but the last line touched Dolores’ emotions greatly.
‘He’s not a felon! Rather, it is more holy and noble than anyone else… … !’
But Dolores couldn’t shout like that.
Rather, it was because it was against the will of the night hound, which did not want to reveal its identity.
So Dolores decided to be proud.
“I like this outfit.”
“… … What?”
“I will serve you like this.”
Professor Banshee opened her mouth in bewilderment as Dolores bit her lip.
“Disappointing, President Dolores. I thought he was a smart student even though he was young.”
“… … .”
“Well, you will have to bear the responsibility for your actions. Even if you’re an advisor, you don’t have the right to interfere with students’ clothes, so do it yourself.”
Professor Banshee clicked his tongue pathetically and returned to the tent.
Meanwhile. Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy, who were watching, were whispering among themselves.
“what? Professor Banshee is here. Why are you here?”
“Professor Banshee is not alone. Other professors are also here.”
“Originally, when it’s time for a festival, the professors go around the taverns of each department and class to raise sales.”
Yes. Professors also enjoy the festival.
It was an unspoken custom among professors to find a bar run by students in charge, sell alcohol and side dishes, say good things, and attract other customers.
Therefore, Professor Morgue Banshee also came to the tavern in Ryukion today.
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however.
None of the students working at the tavern liked Professor Banshee’s visit.
That would be too… … .
“Two!”
Professor Banshee took a bite of the snack Tudor had brought and spat it on the floor.
“This chicken is so undercooked that a good veterinarian could save it.”
And that’s not all.
Professor Banshee poured harsh criticism after another on the food that was brought in.
“It’s really fortunate that the empire has been united as one. If there were still many other countries on the continent, they would have invaded this pancake with greed for oil.”
“You’d better set this beef apart from the salad. The beef is so undercooked that it looks like it’s still alive. You’re still trying to eat the salad next to you, right?”
“What a fine mace. It’s hard and heavy, so you can smash the enemy commander’s head at any time. Oh, but is the bread I ordered still?”
“If I were to choose the most delicious thing on this table, I would choose this water without hesitation. Of course, even this water is dry and hard.”
“These beans are so undercooked that if I do my best, I might plant them for the next year.”
“The pork wasn’t cooked at all. can’t you hear The song of Hakuna Matata that this pork is singing.”
Professor Banshee is known for being incredibly picky about his palate.
The students who worked in the kitchen began to cry at his relentless taste evaluation.
Dolores, who couldn’t see it, stepped forward.
“Why did you visit if you’re going to get so many claims?”
“I don’t want to visit either. However, isn’t it customary among professors to go to a bar run by students in charge and raise sales? That’s why I’m sitting patiently in this filthy chair, eating low-quality ingredients, poor hygiene, and food laden with seasonings delivered by employees who don’t pay taxes and don’t have health certificates. Even so, the price of food is not cheap, and since they only accept cash, there is no tax deduction or cash receipt.”
Even Dolores has nothing to say about Professor Banshee’s point.
Professor Banshee looked down in disgust at the fried potato and chicken dish in front of him and continued.
“But if it had taste, I wouldn’t have complained like this. The most important thing is ‘taste’, but without it, isn’t it that bad things stand out even more? nothing more to see This snack must also taste like waste… … .”
however. After a spoonful of chicken and potatoes, Professor Banshee couldn’t finish his words.
Taste.
it’s good.
It was definitely delicious.
“… … what? Why is it delicious?”
This exquisite fire taste, the rich savory taste of the bone broth that oozes from the chicken torn along the grain, the savory taste of the Morgue family’s specialty potatoes being gently crushed, and the spiciness and saltiness of the unknown red sauce.
“this… … This is definitely a taste I’ve had before. But the taste is something you’ve only experienced at the most famous restaurant in Hwangdo? How could you be at a bar at an academy festival like this?”
Professor Banshee took a few more spoonfuls of chicken stew and looked up.
“Who made this? Could it be that a professional chef has been invited from outside?”
“It can’t be.”
Dolores is also a bit bewildered.
At that time, a passing Tudor turned his head.
“Ah, does it suit your taste too? Anyway, we just changed the kitchen staff.”
“Replacing the kitchen? to whom?”
“One person who is exceptionally good at cooking decided to take over the entire kitchen. excuse me-“
When Tudor extended his finger, Professor Banshee and Chairman Dolores’ heads turned.
Then, beyond my feet in the kitchen, I see a face holding down the flames with a large frying pan.
Kuruk… …
A sharp nose, thick eyebrows, white skin with no blemishes, and eyes like a lake of blood.
A female student in a black hat and cape was stirring a wok, fanning mysterious flames.
A slight frown, a drop of sweat on his forehead.
But that face, bathed in fire, is so alluring.
The appearance overflowing with decadent beauty was like seeing a witch who bewitched and dominated the object with her taste.
Professor Banshee and Dolores both look dazed at the sight.
“Were there any female students like that in our department?”
A dreamy landscape that even the world’s banshee professors are enchanted for a moment.
but. Tudor’s voice continued to break Professor Banshee’s sentiment.
“professor. Have you forgotten our academy tradition?”
“… … ?”
Professor Banshee tilted his head, not understanding Tudor’s meaning.
Suddenly, an exclamation mark appeared above his head.
“… … !”
Yes.
The academy has a long tradition.
That’s TS.
Men become women, women become men.
In other words, the bewitching witch in the kitchen is a male student dressed as a girl.
And the identity of the male student was obvious even without seeing it.
“order! 3 plates of Bikire’s special chicken stew and 2 plates of Bikire’s special seafood and green onion pancakes! And Bikir’s special sausage stir-fried vegetables for 6 people, Bikir’s special rice ball for 5 people, and Bikir’s special… … .”
“Uh!? Look at this guys! Another new menu is out! How did you make such a delicious snack with leftover ingredients? what’s the name of this what? doesn’t exist? Did you just make it in moderation with the leftovers? Let’s put this on the menu as soon as possible! The 32nd special new menu launch!”
“Aww! Since the kitchen was opened, there are too many male customers running out of control! Now that it’s like this, it’s better to reveal that he’s a man!”
“What! This time, the female customers run amok! Get more numbered tickets!”
“no!? Not a single male customer is decreasing!? Rather, it has grown! What happened to this!?”
A chef who silently takes orders out of control.
An existence that makes simple, practical, and delicious dishes with skill that is unbelievable for a student.
It was Bikir.
