Episode 174 Anti-Columnist (3)
“Who are these? Aren’t they 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 is it that makes you tremble in fear?
“What are you talking about, crazy?”
Tudor cut off Grenouille’s sarcasm as if he was used to it.
But Grenouille did not stop.
“Huh-huh. From what I heard earlier, it seems like they’re having a discussion related to the ‘Night Hound.’ Can you say that you’re a member of the prestigious Colosseo Academy only when you’re so timid? They’re so pitiful.”
“Then wouldn’t it be scary? He even saw the night hound himself.”
said Tudor, pointing at Bikir.
Then Grenouille smiled viciously.
“Your name is Bekir? Did you witness the night hound?”
“His name is Bikir.”
“Are you showing off your memory by remembering the name of an insignificant commoner?”
Grenouille looked over at Vikir with a mixture of interest and contempt.
And he said with a shrug.
“Well, anyway. Don’t be too afraid of the night hounds, poor fellow classmates. Incompetent people are bound to be cowardly, but it still looks ugly. I will embrace you and protect you.”
“This baby concept is real. Hey, we said that until we saw the disaster, but the newspaper articles were at the minimum of the chestnuts. ?”
“Whoa-whoa-do you believe that article straight away? Naive guys. Rumors are bound 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 and Sancho Piggy backed away, frightened by the poison that mixed with mana and sprayed like water mist.
“Grenouille, you crazy bastard! Are you using your skills on campus!?”
“This much is just aegyo. It’s just to briefly show my strong skills.”
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?
[Huup-]
There was an existence that sucked in the black water mist sprayed on Bikir.
The young madam, hanging from her left wrist like a watch, saw the poison mist that Grenouille had sprayed on her and immediately began to breathe.
…Hororok!
The poisonous fog disappeared before even blinking an eye, without even feeling that it was being sucked in.
It’s like a food fighter inhaling a chopstick of ramen.
[Keok-nuclear-]
The young madam ate all the mild paralytic poison and then 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 I must have a lot of poison.’
Vikir began to watch closely the guy named Grenouille in front of him.
Meanwhile.
Tudor and Sancho Piggy blinked their eyes, not knowing what had happened.
“What is it? Where did Grenouille’s poison go?”
“Did it suddenly disappear?”
“Oh, I was really surprised. Was it a fake?”
Even Grenouille himself was looking around as if he was a little surprised.
“Huh? Where did my poison disappear?”
“Why are you surprised after scattering the seeds? Aren’t you an idiot?”
When Tudor was sarcastic, Grenouille gasps and then comes to his senses.
Grenouille retorted, slightly flustered.
“Recently, this body showed generosity deeper than the abyss. It was a waste of poison to use for fools who donated cold weapons that even filled your brains with muscles.”
Before long, Grenouille’s cold, dark gaze turned to Vikir and Piggy.
“Looks like they’re low-class commoners who don’t even look like a low-class expert. Seeing these guys working, 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, the leader of the group, Tudor, stepped forward.
“Don’t insult my friends, Grenouille.”
“Whoa- They say you can tell a person’s level by looking at the friends he hangs out with. Looking at your friends, it’s something you can know about your level as well.”
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.
“The midterm practical evaluation is just the first test. It’s not about proving anything through it. It’s like a record guideline for further development.”
“Shut up. To me, midterms are murder. Take it seriously. Only then will it be worth it to defeat you struggling with your weak 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?”
“Yeah. I’ve read some related books too. Do you want to discuss it later?”
“done.”
“Why? Didn’t you study to use it later in the actual monster strategy class?”
“no.”
“Otherwise, why are you studying in advance! Let me know~ I hope you do well in the written test~”
Sinclair’s eyes were looking at Bikir with sincere enthusiasm and curiosity.
Seeing this, Grenouille’s expression contorted in a complex way.
“The only option for these insignificant commoners is ‘solidarity’. It’s pathetic that the only way to live is to get entangled with each other through the grassroots…” He stopped talking and called Sinclair
.
“Hey! Sing Sing Sing… Claire! Don’t do that all by yourself! Don’t do that! Come here! If it’s written, I’d rather tell you! It’s not to do you a favor. Even though you are the chief, if you hang out with the Cold Weapons Donation Team, as part of the effort to protect the image of the Hot Weapons Club, fearing that the ranks of the Heat Weapons Club will drop…!”
But Sinclair blinked her big eyes and tilted her head.
“who are you?”
“What what? You don’t know me? Sinclair who doesn’t know! I’m Grenouille de Leviathan, the current second-in-command of the Fever Army Club! The Leviathan family’s third son, the deputy president of the Academy Fever Army Club, and the future student council president! How can you not know the outstanding me! While remembering the name of that poor commoner, Bikir or Bekir, well! If you are trying to keep me in check by pretending not to remember my name for fear of losing the senior position, tell me not to resist the fate that will come anyway I want to give it to you!”
Then Sinclair said hesitantly, looking very embarrassed.
“I don’t know…”
“…”
“Sorry!
Then Grenouille looked shocked once more.
“……I can’t believe it. How can you not know me?”
“Calm down, Grenouille. That girl is deliberately playing psychological warfare.”
“That’s right. How could I not know you? This is why lowly commoners are…”
Grenouille’s shoulders drooped as his colleagues patted him.
* * *
Meanwhile.
Vikir 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 hey Grenouille, that arrogant bastard. I’ll have to scold him during the midterm exam.”
“That’s true. It’s a pity that there is no course for sparring by cadet in the first year exam.”
Sancho, who usually doesn’t participate in slandering others, also rarely agreed.
Then Piggy poked Bikir in the side.
“What happened to Bikir?”
“what.”
“I mean Sinclair.”
“what.”
“Sinclair.”
“So what?”
When Bikir expresses his doubts, a question mark also appears above the heads of Tudor and Sancho 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 rumors or dating rumors, 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’re really scary.”
“If you’re a graduate level graduate, you can easily enter the Knights, so why did you become a villain?”
“I think there’s a story. Or maybe it’s just a real murderer.”
Tudor Sancho Piggy talks a lot.
At that time, Tudor patted Vikir on the arm and said playfully.
“Hey Bikir. Are you a night hound?”
“…”
Bikir just wiggles his eyebrows.
“Why do you think that?”
At Vikir’s earnest question, Tudor smiled without thinking.
“No, you were the only one who fell behind on the way back to the dormitory. So you’re the only one who doesn’t have an alibi.”
“…”
“Well. When the guards asked for a statement, we said we all went back to our rooms and fell asleep… Actually, you were in the laundry room at the time, right? Washing your pants. Hahaha-”
“…”
“Huh? I’m sorry. It was a joke, but there’s no need to be so serious… I didn’t expect you to still care about that, I’m sorry.”
Tudor laughed and apologized as if he wanted to take it right away.
Vickir smiled
and then Tudor laughed again
. Why are you wearing a straight face? That’s scary! It’s even more scary because you’re expressionless!”
“Tudor. you were bad The memory will still scar Vikir.”
“That’s right.”
Sancho and Piggy also reprimanded Tudor, and Tudor bowed his head in apology to Vikir
. It’s hard to be innocent until the return.
Bikir smiled dryly, recalling the fairness and justice and childlike innocence of the great hero Tudor before the return.
However, he had to make an excuse.
“I am not a night hound. He’s a graduate-class monster, and I’m an inferior student with a hard time even being an expert.
” I’m kidding too…”
Then Sancho and Tudor nodded.
“Right. Bikir can’t be such a heinous villain.”
“Yes! Vikir, let’s quickly develop our skills and catch such a villain ourselves!”
Lastly, Vikir also nodded.
“…Yes. Bad villains like ‘Night Hound’ will be punished someday.”
It was a bone-like word he threw at himself.
Just then.
“Kheu-hum-keuh-hum!”
As soon as Bikir’s words were finished, a loud coughing sound was heard from the stairs directly above
…. ? There
, I
saw a familiar face looking this way:
Colosseo Academy’s student body president, head of the newspaper club Ryukion, the saintess of Quo Vadis, a religious chant:
Dolores.
