Iron Blooded Hound

"Who are you idiots from cold class?"

A thin and tall male student from cold class who is hard to hate.

He was from the extremely powerful Leviathan family, one of the Seven Great Houses of the Empire, and was also the runner-up of this year's Hot Class.

He looked at Tudor and sneered.

"What are you so afraid of?" "You're shaking so much. I can feel the vibrations up here."

"You're crazy."

Tudor amiably penetrated Grenouille's sarcasm.

But Grenouille didn't stop.

"Whoop whoop. I heard you talking about the Night Hound. If you're so cowardly, how can you claim to belong to the prestigious Colosseum Academy? "You're pathetic."

"Well, he saw the Night Hound himself."

Tudor said, pointing at Vikir.

Grenouille grinned.

"His name is Vekir and he saw the Night Hound with his own eyes" ?"

"His name is Vekir. "

"Would you like to test your memory by recalling the names of ordinary people?"

Grenouille looked at Vikir with a mixture of interest and disdain.

Then she shrugged her shoulders and said,

Anything. Weak and pitiful comrades, do not tremble too much before the dogs of the night. They say incompetence is cowardly, but it's still ugly to watch. If Nighthound shows up at the academy, I'll personally come to your rescue and protect you, even if you're a shitty kid.''

``What a shitty idea. Hey, we said the same thing until we saw the tragedy with our own eyes.'' But according to the newspaper report, Nighthound is at least a senior graduate. What makes you think you can handle graduates?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you just believe what's in the newspaper, you naive bastard. eye. Rumors are growing. I can't believe that a coward hiding behind a mask is at such a high level. ...and! "

After Grenouille finished speaking, he moved his palm and slapped his companion behind him.

That moment.

...Squeeze!

A pale black mist began to form around Grenouille's body.

It was a paralyzing poison.

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy wince in shock as the poison mixed with mana scatters like water mist.

"Grenouille, you madman! Do you want to prove yourself at school?"

"It's just a little joke. Just a little demonstration of my powerful abilities."

Actually, Grenouille's poison and amount was nothing to sneeze at.

A paralytic poison that causes tingling and stiffness on contact for several minutes.

However, everyone cowers in fear at the sight of Leviathan, a highly poisonous cancerous creature that controls all kinds of poison.

...Only one thing. Except for Vikir.

"...?"

Vikir also took a step back at first.

Huh?

[Oops]

There was a being who breathed in the black mist that was sprayed on Vikir.

The cub, hanging like a clock from his left wrist, saw the poisonous mist that Grenouille had sprayed and immediately began inhaling it.

...Horror rock!

I didn't even feel like I was being sucked in, and the poisonous mist disappeared in an instant.

It was like a food warrior inhaling a stick filled with ramen.

[Keoog – Heg – Heg –]

The bear cub swallowed the weak paralyzing poison and let out a small burp.

Then stick out your tongue again and hack as usual.

God, Vikir thought, this time the young people were fed.

"Grenouille? That means he's from the Leviathan family, so he must have a lot of poison."

Vikiel began to observe Grenouille carefully.

On the other hand.

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy just stared, not understanding what was happening.

"What happened? Where is the poison that Grenouille spread? Was it fake?

Grenouille looked around a little surprised.

"Huh? What happened, where did my poison go? Tano?"

"Why are you surprised that you gave it away, aren't you a fool?" Tudor asked sarcastically, and Grenouille swallowed, but then came to his senses.

Grenouille replied, staggering a little.

"You have now given this body a benefit deeper than the abyss. I didn't want to waste the poison on those heartless fools who have muscles up to their brains."

Then Grenouille's cold, dark gaze. was directed at Vikir and Piggy.

``It seems like you guys are just a bunch of ordinary people who don't even seem to belong to the lower class of experts. I can imagine what level you're working at in your cold class, but it's so boring you want to die. "

Currently, the Academy's freshman class averages between Expert Lower Intermediate and Expert Intermediate Upper, with graduates achieving an average of Expert Upper Intermediate.

Although 18 years old, two years younger than his classmates, Tudor, who was already at the advanced expert level, and Sancho, who was at the intermediate expert level, were extraordinary geniuses.

Piggy belonged to the lower expert tier, being highly talented outside the academy but below average within the academy.

Then Tudor, the leader of the group, stepped forward.

``Please don't insult my friends, Grenouille.''

``Hey, you can tell a person's level by the number of friends they have. You can tell your level by looking at the friends you play with."

Grenouille was not discouraged by Tudor's threats.

Behind Grenouille, he heard his colleague, an elite of the hot class, giggling.

"Don't insult my academy with your vile skills. Well, this midterm exam will prove everything."

"The practical midterm exam is just the first exam you have to take, and it's not there to prove anything. It's just there to record your performance so you can improve."

"Shut up, midterm exams are like murder to me. Think seriously, and I'll have the satisfaction of destroying you while you cower in that vulgar, superficial talent. "

Then.

"Hyung, what are you doing?"

A voice calls out to Vikil as he approaches.

Sinclair.

She is a commoner but a leader of the hot class, and she came here.

When she arrived at Vikir, Sinclair smiled and asked:

``Have you finished reading the book you recently borrowed from the library?''

``Do you mean raising spiders?''

``Yes, I've read some books about that. We'll discuss it later.''

``No, thank you.''

``Why?'' Didn't you study it to use it later in the practical monster strategy course? Please help me to pass the written exam.

Sinclair's eyes were filled with genuine enthusiasm and curiosity as he looked at Vikir.

Seeing this, Grenouille's expression twisted into a complex.

"Tsk, the only option for these insignificant commoner bastards is 'solidarity'. These pathetic people, whose only way to survive is to tangle with each other in crude grassroots... ... ."

He stopped talking and called out to Sinclair.

"hey! Sin, sin, sin... ... Claire! You're disgraceful about Hot Class and doing it all by yourself! Don't do that, come here! If it's handwritten, I'd rather tell you! Not as a favor to you by any means, but as a way of protecting the image of the Hot Class, because even though it's only temporary, you're still the head of the Hot Class, and if you hang out with the Cold Class bastards, it'll make the Hot Class look bad...!"

But Sinclair just blinks wide-eyed and shakes his head.

"Who are you?"

"What, you don't know me, you ignorant Sinclair! I am Grenouille Des Leviathans, the current Vice-Head of the Hot Class! The third son of House Leviathan, vice-head of the Academy's Hot Class, and future head of the student council! How can you not recognize me, a highly-accomplished nobleman, and a brilliant student, while remembering the name of that lowly commoner, Vikir or Vekir? If you pretend that you don't remember my name for fear of losing your position, then stop resisting your impending doom in vain! "

Then Sinclair said hesitantly, with a very perplexed look on his face.

"Ah, I don't know..."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I'll remember it from now on, Kurukurushi."

Then Grenouille looked surprised again.

"... ...I can't believe it. Why don't you know me?"

"Calm down, Grenouille. This girl is playing a deliberate mind game."

"Yes, how could she not know you? Can't you recognize it? That's what ordinary citizens are...''

As his companions giggle, Grenouille's shoulders seem to be hunched forward with venom.

* * *

For now.

Out in the hallway, Vikir's group appears near the main staircase.

"See you then, brother."

Sinclair waved to Vikir and headed to the library.

When there were four of them again, Tudor seemed irritated.

"Well, Grenouille, you arrogant bastard. I'll kick your ass in the midterm exam."

"You're right. It's too bad there's no dueling course for all cadets in the first year exam."

Sancho, who usually doesn't take part in badmouthing others, unusually agreed.

At that moment, Piggy poked Vikir in the side.

``Vichir, what happened?''

``Sinclair.''

``What do you mean?'' said Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy as they watched.

"Did you have a plan?"

"Either that or she doesn't care about other people. So why does she have to be so hard on you?"

``You're right. I could see honey dripping from the way she looked at you.''

But even when her friends expressed their doubts, Vikir remained adamant. I stayed.

``That's not true.''

His friend was a little angry.

After Vikir denied the rumors of a romantic relationship or affair, the conversation turned back to Night Hound.

It's been a hot topic in the imperial capital lately, and my friends seem to be interested in it as well.

``The Nighthound is really scary, though.''

``It would be easy for a graduate to join the Order.So why is he the villain?''

``There has to be a story. Otherwise, He's just an exhaust gas murderer.''

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy talk for a while.

At that moment, Tudor patted Vikir's arm and playfully said:

``Hey, Vikir, aren't you a night dog?''

``...''

Vikir just frowns at him.

``Why do you think that?''

Tudor laughed at Vikir's serious question and said without thinking.

``Well, you were the only one who fell backwards on the way back to the dormitory, so you're the only one without an alibi.''

``...''

``That's right. That means the security guard wants to testify. I said we all went back to our rooms and slept... but weren't you actually washing your pants in the laundry room at that point? Hahaha---"

"... "

"Huh? Um, sorry. "Just kidding, I didn't think you needed to be so embarrassed...I didn't know you cared anymore, I'm sorry."

Tudor laughed and then said he wanted to be sick. I apologized.

Vikir smiled back.

Only then did Tudor laugh again.

"Hey, hey, why are you so red? You're scaring me!" It's even scarier because he has no expression! "

"Tudor. It was your fault. I'm sure that memory still leaves a scar on Vikir.''

``That's right.''

Sancho and Piggy also scolded Tudor, and Tudor bowed to Vikir and apologized.

It is difficult for a man who is the eldest son of the Don Quixote family to be so perfect.

Vikir smiled dryly, remembering the fairness, justice, and childlike innocence of the pre-regressive Tudors.

But he needed to make sure he had an excuse.

"I'm not a nighthound. He's a graduate student-level monster, a dunce who can barely pass as an expert."

"No, you're kidding..."

Sancho and Tudor agree. I nodded.

"That's right. There's no way Vikir would become such a brutal villain."

"Yes, Vikir, let's hone our skills and defeat villains ourselves!"

Finally, Vikir seems to agree. I nodded.

"...Yes. Bad guys like Nighthound will be punished someday."

The one who plucks itself is a chicken.

Just then.

"Yuhum, yuhum!"

The moment Vikir finished speaking, a loud coughing sound was heard from the stairs directly above him.

...?

Everyone looked up in surprise.

Her familiar face was staring back at her.

Colosseum Academy student council president, head of the Lycaion newspaper club, and a loyal member of the Quobadis.

It's war, Dolores.

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