Episode 197 Preparing for the Festival
After all the midterm exams are over, Colosseo Academy has had a bit of a break.
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 tired minds and bodies of students 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.
“Shortened classes? Sounds like there’s no option.”
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.
“Shortening classes just because you want to prepare for a festival? That’s against your duty as a professor. Students pay expensive tuition to take classes, and cutting back classes is rather an act of violating students’ rights. But how can the students I can’t understand at all why he’s not taking classes for the sake of his sake.
Looking back, he muttered annoyed.
“In that sense, today is an extended class. It will be an hour longer than the original lecture, 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…’
‘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 whispering 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 hasn’t played at the festival?”
“…”
Professor Banshee snorted lightly as Tudor and Bianca remained silent.
“Don’t get excited unnecessarily just because it’s the festival season. 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 rerun the class.
Loud music was heard outside the window.
Pungppangppangppang♩♪♬< The 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 excited buzz of the students who came out to prepare for the festival in celebration of the empty lecture was mixed together to create a loud noise. Professor Banshee faintly sighed at the noise of the festival coming from outside, even though the curtains and even the silence magic had been used separately on the soundproofed windows. "...This is why I hate festivals." * * * In the end, even the banshee professor in the world 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. "Heung! If you're going to take classes like this, just go out and play. That would be better." 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. "Now, 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 there or playing cooking games. Mainly traditional pubs and haunted house 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-Sexual. It usually means that a man turns into a woman and a woman turns into 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 fun. Then can we test it before the festival?" "Of course." Grenouille nodded, agreeing immediately with Sinclair's opinion. Before I knew it, the students in charge of the props had been carrying away the disguise tools they had made in their spare time. Sinclair chuckled, putting a mustache on his nose. "Look at this, Bianca! I look like the boss of our part-time job, right?" "That's right. You took Pringles' moustache, didn't you?" Bianca giggles in a clumsily inflated inflatable muscle suit disguised as a long Regent's wig with thick eyebrows on her hip chin. Sinclair laughed awkwardly at the extent of Bianca's disguise. "Uh, unnie is so hard on disguise. Are you really going to do that during the festival?" "Are you crazy? You have to make it look androgynous and sexy, of course." "Good. Come with me." "Is that so? Oh, yes. Men should dress up as women too, right?" Bianca's expression immediately turns sinister. She approached Tudor, who was picking out her disguise. "Hey! Your disguises are close to me, 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. "Oh, he has dark lines on his face, so he doesn't wear well with women." Bianca shook her head and looked away. "Hahahaha-" And beside him, Sancho Barataria was smiling with his arms crossed. "He... crossed the line by crossing the line?" "Hahaha! It's my first time dressing up as a woman, so I don't feel bad." "Really? That's surprising. I thought you wouldn't like dressing up as a woman because you usually like manly things." "What are you talking about! Isn't dressing as a woman the most manly thing! Women can't dress as a woman! That's why warriors from the north often hold the best dress-up contest in the world!" 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. "After putting on makeup, it looks just like my sister. After all, blood can't be faked!" 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." "Really? Shall we go on a blind date later? Coincidentally, my sister's preference is for a plump, cutie-like younger person who is shorter than you." "Really? Would someone like me 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 right away... sure!" Female students with various makeup tools, various wigs, colorful 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 sexiest 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 make-up artists and hair designers and fashion people who have kept an eye on 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 assassination trips made even the world's 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. "I found it! There it is!" "Wow! 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 with my hair that I've grown for 10 years! I'm from the royal family's hair model!" "Mistress! Why isn't the rare underwear set I ordered 4 weeks ago?! A legion of female students gather to dress Bikir as a crossdresser. Even in this group, there were not only 1st graders, but also many 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, kid! What does a freshman know about makeup!" "Oh my, look at this guy? Do you know what competition underwear is? Have you ever tried to compete?" "You made a wig out of that wild hair? Get rid of it! A wig made with my own hair is so much better! I'm the Continental Rapunzel!" "That's my kiddo! I'll do a thousand times better nose shading than you!" "I'll touch the cheeks! I have 5.6 trillion color cosmetics alone~" " Hey, I guess it's better for my sister to do the eye line, right?" "If you're going to do this, just divide your face into zones! Let's make up by section!" "Huh! I'll pick the color for Bikir's lower lip! Don't let anyone interfere!" "... Huh? lower lip? No, why would oppa be here in the first place...?" Countless nameless makeup tools. All kinds of whimsical things. All kinds of dresses, dresses, uniforms, and so on. And dazzling accessories. And some special tastes Even items such as garter belts and chokers. Numerous female students (and some male students) magical powers soon stretched out towards Vikir . At the moment, I had to be surprised to see the countless palms covering my field of vision. A collective madness that would surprise even a military man who had lived through the era of destruction. At that moment, Bikir stood up from his seat as if he remembered the nightmare of being arrested right before execution. Hurry up - Bikir hurriedly ran away, and the girls started following him. "You have to dress up as a girl!" " That's our academy's national rule ! " . _ _ _ _ _ . _ _ _ _ to.' If the comrades-in-arms who had asked in the age of destruction had known this fact, they would have burst into laughter . Living with children while doing midterm exams and everything, I couldn't even pay my age and got along with them sincerely. It's called Ilmo Dowon (日暮途遠). The day is drawing to a close, but there is still a long way to go. Baskerville Hugo Traitors to humanity Also, the path of Sura, where one has to move forward while killing. Revengeful demons. Bikir gnashed his teeth once again, familiarizing himself with the heavy meaning of the words 'age of destruction' and 'returner. ' Pop- A small black puppy is heading to the outer wall of the academy. In case of this, there are clothes hidden outside the castle wall in advance. Pick a suitable dog hole and retrieve the clothes from there. Bikir usually wanders around the forbidden area (Thanks to that, I accumulated a lot of penalty points.) I found a corner area I had my eye on. Few people come to this deserted outer barrier. 'If you go out through this hole, you'll wear the clothes you've hidden and enter the city. And...' The information sent by Sindi Wendy floats around in your head. Her informants spread throughout the ecliptic are the only ones with access. Even if you approach the area you couldn't reach, you'll disappear as it is. It was right near the nursery school where Dantalian was hiding. 'Royal Cemetery.' The cemetery where the heroes who defended the empire are resting. According to Sindi Wendy's information, there are many informants who have recently gone missing while investigating there. Vikir recalled a newspaper article he read relatively recently. [Extra] Worst Villain ' The Night Hound's defeat goes far? / Hits : 89269 They destroyed the 'Royal Cemetery.' The fact that the Royal Cemetery was attacked as a sanctuary where the heroic generals of the previous era who unified the empire are sleeping is heinous, which is tantamount to a declaration of war against the entire empire or even the entire human race. ..... On the other hand, the number of damaged or lost remains due to this terrorism is quite high, and the exact damage has not yet been tallied . ' ...Maybe the copycat isn't really trying to imitate me.' It was just that the public was calling him a copycat, and even Sindi Wendy had said that his true purpose was still unknown, and now Vikir is almost certain that the copycat being has to do with one of them. I'm making a guess. It was an inference based on the instinctive sense of smell that is unique to hounds . Bikir licked his dry nose once and ran to the dog hole between the bushes. Dodo- but. Bikir couldn't get out of the dog hole . The nimble legs just fluttered in the air, because someone was holding Bikir by the back and waist and lifting him up . Chairman Dolores Rune Quo Vadis. She was holding Bikir from behind with a big smile on her face. Perhaps she was dressed in a festival outfit beforehand, she was wearing a nice tuxedo and a black mustache. '...?' Vikir half-opened her mouth in bewilderment. Why the hell is this woman here? After several investigations, it was confirmed that there were few people there, so she caught her guard. Dolores took care of such questions on her own . "Are you wandering around here too ? There are many stray dogs wandering around this area. There must be a dog hole somewhere." "..." "That's why I often feed my children here. If you give it near the dormitory, it might harm other people." Indeed, Dolores is a kind person. To do volunteer work without any volunteer service points in a place where no one knows. Moreover, there may be people who hate stray dogs or stray cats. Possible housing After coming out to this eerie outskirts, away from the precinct, Dolores smiled bitterly, "There's been an unusually large number of dogs and cats abandoned in dorms lately. 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're bored." "..." " I love pets, but sometimes I wish there was a law banning pets in the academy dorms. That's why I'm thinking of pushing ahead with it before the student council president's term ends." "..." "But I'm worried because the opposing opinion of wanting to have a companion animal is strong. Some kids think I'm a pet hater. That's not true..." She continued, stroking Vikir's hair with a loving hand. "So you were abandoned by your master? Or do you have a separate butler?" "..." "It seems like you've been walking alone, just like last time. Would you like to go with my sister?" Dolores seemed to be making a wild misunderstanding. Maybe she misunderstood Bikir as a pitiful stray dog abandoned by her owner... Rogun.' Vikir suddenly realized that her situation was not so different from what Dolores had thought: Tosagupaeng, an abandoned hound with all the secret and dirty accusations, how different that would be from being a stray dog who trusted its owner but was betrayed and abandoned. Even Vicky Le was the body that had been executed, so there was nothing better if it was worse. 'No matter how much he killed the ringleader, Set or Andromalius... that doesn't mean the Baskervilles and Hugo will disappear from the list of targets for revenge. ' Blood pays back blood. It can't be replaced by anything. Well anyway. Dolores put Bikir aside for a moment and stopped picking up dog poop and cat poop . army.' Bikir quickly ran away while she wiped the sweat from her brow. She hates touching people's hands, and more than anything ... It's chocolate! Come to think of it, you need to be neutered too!" It was because of Dolores ' malice, not malice. The black puppy running away. Dolores couldn't help but miss Vikir at the wind-like movement. She Do you know? That he almost turned the 'Night Hound' into a eunuch . You don't give your side well. You're very shy." However, Dolores, who has no way of knowing this fact, only puts on a sad expression as she sees her dark back disappearing like a shot toward the edge of the bush.
