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 up the night.
Heaps of food were displayed overflowing on huge stalls, and both men and women coming and going 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 in!”
“Sancho! Anju and the boss have changed!”
Tudor Sancho Piggy was soliciting enthusiastically.
Dressed in black armor and dressed as a Death Knight, Tudor was attracting female customers by discussing chivalry and romance.
“Beautiful lady, why don’t you discuss wine and poetry with me at the tavern in Ryukeion?”
“Kyaaak- good!”
“It’s like a wandering knight!”
Sancho, dressed as a snow woman, was popular among fellow muscular machos.
“Wahhahaha- Come to Ryukeion’s pub! If it’s until 9:00 PM, we’ll serve you a hot stew as hot as a warrior’s boiling blood!”
“Huh? That must be a block of protein and iron. Can you make up for muscle loss? I can even aim for a 3 to 1 ton!”
“Dressing as a woman, you’re wearing a pretty manly outfit! Chuck-Let’s go right away!”
Piggy, dressed as a fairy, also draws a lot of attention among women.
“Over there. 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.
As a result, the front of Ryukeion’s tavern became crowded with people.
Meanwhile.
“Isn’t this a very profane outfit? Could it be a controversy? Someone wrote a lot like this…” The
saintess Dolores hesitated behind the tavern.
Black leather gloves, black cloak boots, and a full face plague doctor mask.
It was the night hound look.
A passing Tudor laughed at Dolores.
“Well, it’s a social controversy, but the night hound.”
“…Is that so?”
“Still, isn’t the Plague Doctor mask a trademark of the Night Hound? It’s also a look that often appears on Halloween. It’s always been a costume that has appeared on festivals since before. Well, it’s a bit much if a specific costume is banned because of the Night Hound. Wouldn’t that be strange?”
Haha, if you look at the bar next to you, you can often see people wearing plague doctor masks.
Originally, it was a costume that was consistently popular at every Halloween festival in the zodiac, so it wouldn’t be possible to force something like that out of the blue.
“…”
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’s that outfit?”
As expected, there was an existence that was uncomfortable with Dolores’ clothes.
Professor Morgue Banshee. He was an advisor to the Fever Army Club and at the same time served as an advisor to the Newspaper Club, Ryukion.
“Chairman Dolores. I didn’t expect you to dress so inconsiderately.”
“…”
“It’s a festival you enjoy thoughtlessly, but you wouldn’t say that you didn’t even think about the social impact that your outfit would bring? How can you imitate such an incorrigible garbage henchman?”
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’m going to serve you like this.”
Professor Banshee opened her mouth in bewilderment as Dolores bit her lip.
“Disappointing, Chairman Dolores. Though young, I thought you were a smart student.”
“…”
“Well, you’ll have to take 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 and Sancho Piggy, who were watching, were whispering among themselves.
“What? Professor Banshee is here. Why is he here?”
“Professor Banshee isn’t the only one here. Other professors are here too.”
“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 the professors to find a bar run by the students they were in charge of, sell them alcohol and side dishes, say good things, and attract other customers.
Therefore, Professor Morgue Banshee also came to the tavern in Ryukion today.
however.
None of the students working at the tavern liked Professor Banshee’s visit.
That’s not to be the case…
“Wow!”
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 salvage 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 unified. If there were still many other countries on the continent, they would have invaded this pancake because they were greedy 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 it.”
“It’s a really good 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 had 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 under-boiled that if I do my best, I might be able to plant them for the next year.”
“The pork isn’t cooked at all. Can’t you hear it? The melody 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. But isn’t it customary among professors to go to the tavern run by the students in charge and raise the sales? So I’m sitting patiently in this filthy chair, paying taxes and not having a health card delivered to me by waitresses. They are eating food that is full of low-quality ingredients and poor sanitary seasonings. Even so, the price of food is not cheap, and since they only accept cash, there is no tax deduction and no 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 there was taste, I wouldn’t have complained like this. The most important thing is ‘taste’, but without it, wouldn’t the already bad things stand out even more? …”
But. After eating a spoonful of chicken and potatoes, Professor Banshee was speechless
.
it’s good.
It was definitely delicious.
“…What is it? Why is it delicious?”
The rich savory taste of the bone broth gushing out from the chicken torn along the exquisite fire texture, the savory taste of the mashed potatoes, a specialty of the House of Morgue, and the spiciness and saltiness of the unknown red sauce.
“Oh… This is a taste I’ve definitely tasted before. But I’ve only ever experienced that taste at the most famous restaurant in the imperial capital. How can I go to a pub like this at an academy festival?”
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? I just changed the kitchen staff.”
“Swap the kitchen? Who?”
“One exceptionally good cook decided to run the whole kitchen. Hey-”
Professor Banshee and Chairman Dolores turned their heads as Tudor extended a finger.
Then, over my feet in the kitchen, I see a face holding down the flames with a large frying pan.
Kururuk……
A sharp nose, dark eyebrows, white skin without a single blemish, and eyes like a lake of blood.
A female student in a black hat and cape was stirring a wok, fanning mysterious flames.
Sweat beaded on his forehead with a slight frown.
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’s 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 and 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 Bikir’s special chicken stew and 2 plates of Bikir’s special seafood and green onion pancakes! And 6 servings of Bikir’s special sausage stir-fried vegetables, 5 servings of Bikir’s special rice ball rice balls, and Bikir’s special…
” Hey guys! A new menu is out again! How in the world did you make such a delicious side dish with leftover ingredients? What’s the name of this? What? None? It’s just made with leftovers? Let’s put this on the menu quickly! The 32nd special new menu launch!”
“Ahhhhhh! Since we opened the kitchen, we’ve had too many male customers! Now that it’s like this, it’s better to reveal that he’s a man!”
“What! This time the female customers are rushing! Get more numbered tickets!”
“No!? The number of male customers hasn’t decreased at all!? Rather, it’s increased! 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.
