Chapter 242

Chapter 242

[Translator – Clara]

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Chapter 242 National University League (7)

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire stopped eating and frowned.

“Ugh, Varangian? Were those guys the external guests? I thought Temisquira girls would be the one to come.”

“Obviously. If there are large guests other than us at this time, they must be either Varangian or Temisquira.”

“Wow. With Varangian people coming in, the dormitory looks extremely narrow. Are they all so big? The average height must be around 195cm.”

“Oh, I can’t breathe. I smell sweat. It feels like the space has narrowed by ten times.”

“Looks like they’ve been on a march or something. Judging by the way they’re sweating.”

As they spoke, they found out that the identity of those who entered the dormitory was none other than Varangian Academy students.

“Oh, luckily we found a place to eat.”

“I was worried we might have to sleep outdoors before the competition even started.”

“Colosseo Academy students are nice. Thanks, friends!”

“Hahaha – more importantly, I’m starving, let’s eat!”

“Oh, is it a buffet! Great! Prepare for battle!”

As soon as the Varangian men entered the accommodation, they headed straight for the food.

Colosseo’s students occupied the eastern half of the spacious banquet hall, while Varangian’s students took the remaining western half.

“Well then, shall we serve the food?”

Among the Varangian students heading for the food, there was a presence at the very front.

Bakilaga Juragio.

Scar marks scattered all over his giant body making him look like a huge beast.

Finally, he reached out with his tongs toward the meat laid out on the large tray in front of him.

Colosseo Academy students, watching him, were secretly wondering how much meat he would devour and whispered to each other.

...But.

“This should be enough to fill my stomach.”

Bakilaga moved his tongs just once, placing only a few pieces of meat on a small plate.

The Colosseo students looked at him with surprise.Upttodated from n(0)/velbIn/.(co/m

Externally, Bakilaga, who seemed like he could devour a whole cow alone, had the eating habits of a small girl, to say the least.

However, the Varangian students’ reactions were quite different.

“Oh, the president seems to be eating a lot today.”

“It’s at least 1.5 times more than usual.”

“Eating too much is not good for the stomach, you know.”

“Well, maybe he’ll sweat it out during the personal training later.”

What kind of reaction is this? Does Bakilaga normally eat less here?

As the expressions of the Colosseo students became even more puzzled, suddenly.

...Tap!

Bakilaga suddenly placed the small plate of meat on the buffet table.

And then.

“Well then, enjoy your meal.”

He lifted all the remaining meat from the large buffet plate.

In the blink of an eye, Bakilaga, who took away the meat that seemed like it could easily weigh over ten kilograms each, swallowed it all in a few minutes.

“....”

A strange silence enveloped the Colosseo students.

Bakilaga’s eating habits, making it seem like he could finish a month’s worth of an ordinary person’s meal in just a few minutes, left the Colosseo students astounded.

Starting with this, the Varangian students began systematically raiding the buffet.

“The rotation rate of food is crucial! So keep the meat coming!”

“You must finish your meal within the first 5 minutes! If you pass that, you won’t eat much!”

“We prioritize quantity over quality!”

“Eating meat after a march is truly the elixir of resurrection!”

In response to Bollason’s provocation, Sancho calmly replied, “No, it was the opposite.”

“....What?”

“When taking the Colosseo entrance test, my condition was good, and when taking the Varangian entrance test, my condition was the worst. Yet, that ranking came out.”

At those words, the fists of some Varangian Hooligans, including Bollason, began to shake.

“This kid... where did he sell the pride of the Northerners?”

“Are you crazy, Sancho? After graduation, do you have no intention of coming back to the North?”

“If you’re a mercenary, carry your pride like a mercenary! At least you should know what’s embarrassing!”

“After eating warm things in Venetior and sleeping in smooth places, you’ve turned into a piece of trash, huh?!”

However, some friends couldn’t stand seeing Sancho getting insulted alone.

“Is there a barn here? The sound of pigs grunting is just too much.”

“Tudor, Tudor! Personal attacks are a bit...”

“Personal attack? What nonsense did the idiot say this time? Ever since those guys came in, the inn has been filled with the smell of a barn.”

“While it’s good to feel pride in your group, don’t belittle other groups.”

Tudor, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire were now standing in front of Sancho.

“Huh, look at these anchovies. Do they believe in their tiny heads?”

When Bollason opened his mouth as if he were impressed,

“Anchovies? Tiny heads? Are you calling us that?”

“Us?”

“Us?”

A muffled low sound came from the side.

As Bollason, surprised, stepped back, on the opposite side, there were the three brothers – HighBro, MiddleBro, and LowBro.

Now, with the National University League ahead, the rumors about the three crazy dogs from Baskerville were well-known even among the rowdy guys of Varangian.

Therefore, no matter how confident Bollason was in his strength, he couldn’t help but feel tense.

Among the 1st-year students of Varangian, there were not many who could meet the eyes of HighBro, MiddleBro, and LowBro.

“Are those guys the crazy dogs from Baskerville?”

“As crazy as they say. Look at the fierce look in their eyes.”

“I heard they clashed with a Varangian 3rd-year student during the last festival.”

“Yeah, that senior was in our sports club... got beaten up badly.”

“I heard that when they came in earlier, they stabbed a dagger in their classmates’ hand?”

The nature and skills of the “Baskerville’s Three Dogs” were already well-known among all the schools. So most people regarded them as the de facto leaders of Colosseo.

(Although Granola standing next to Sinclaire probably doesn’t agree with that)

Meanwhile, Bollason, for a moment, shouted as if he didn’t want to admit being overwhelmed.

“I am Bollason, the top student of the 1st year in Varangian! I challenge the top student of your Colosseo to a duel! Let’s fight like warriors!”

Bollason looked around at Tudor, Bianca, Sancho, Sinclaire, the triplets from Baskerville, etc, trying to ignite their spirit.

However...

“...”

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Everyone remained silent.

Tudor, the aspiring knight, always dignified Bianca, clever genius Sinclaire, and the unruly Baskerville triplets.

“...?”

Then the heads of Bollason and other Varangian students turned to one side following the movement of Colosseo students who were nonchalantly ignoring the commotion.

And there, without caring about the disturbance, a male student eating quietly was seen.

It was Vikir.

[Translator – Clara]

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