Chapter 172: The Anti-Columnist (3)

Chapter 172: The Anti-Columnist (3)

"Who is this, a bunch of fools from Cold Class?"

Grenouille Des Leviathans.

He is a skinny, tall, and somewhat hate male student of the Cold Class.

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

He looked at Tudor and sneered.

"What are you so afraid of? You're so shaky, I can feel the vibrations all the way up here."

"You're crazy."

Tudor cut through Grenouille's sarcasm with familiarity.

But Grenouille didn't stop.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo. I overheard you discussing the Night Hound. If you're so cowardly, how can you claim to belong to the prestigious Colosseo Academy? You're pathetic."

"Well, he's seen the Night Hound himself."

Tudor said, pointing to Vikir.

Grenouille smiled wryly.

"His name is Vekir, and he's seen the Night Hound with his own eyes?"

"His name is Vikir."

"Are you showing off your memory by remembering the name of a lowly commoner?"

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

Then she shrugged and said.

"Whatever. Don't tremble too much at the Night Hound, my weak and pitiful comrades. It's said that the incompetent are cowardly, but it's still ugly to look at. If the Night Hound were to appear at the Academy, I will personally come to your aid and protect you, even you insignificant brats."

"What a fucking concept. Dude, we were saying the same thing until we saw the tragedy with our own eyes, but according to the newspaper reports, the Night Hound is at least an advanced Graduator. What makes you think you can handle a Graduator?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa – you believe those articles straight out of the paper, you naive bastards. Rumors are inflated. I don't think a coward who hides behind a mask would be in such lofty heights. ...And!" Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

Having finished speaking, Grenouille stirred his palm and slapped his companions behind him.

At that moment.

...Push!

A pale black mist began to envelop Grenouille's body.

It was the paralyzing poison.

The poison mixed with mana and sprayed out like a mist of water, causing Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy to jump back in fright.

"Grenouille, you lunatic! Are you trying to show off your skills in school?"

"It's just a little tease, just a little demonstration of my mighty skills."

In reality, Grenouille's poison, and the amount of it, was nothing to sneeze at.

A paralyzing poison that would leave you tingling and stiff for a few minutes if it touched you.

But the image of the Leviathan, an ultra-poisonous cancerous creature with a mastery of all kinds of poisons, makes everyone shrink back in horror.

...Only one. Except Vikir.

"...?"

At first, Vikir takes a step back, too.

What?

[Whoops-]

There was a being that sucked in the black mist spraying at Vikir.

The cub dangling like a watch from his left wrist saw the poisonous mist that Grenouille had sprayed and immediately began to breathe it in.

...Horrorock!

The poisonous fog disappeared in the blink of an eye, with no sense of being sucked in.

It was like a food fighter inhaling a chopstickful of ramen.

[kkeoeog – haeg – haeg -]

The cub devoured the weak paralyzing poison, letting out a small burp.

Then it sticks its tongue out again and hacks like it always does.

Thank goodness, Vikir thought, that he'd gotten some food for the cub this time.

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

Vikir began to watch Grenouille carefully.

Meanwhile.

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy just stared, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"What happened? Where's the poison Grenouille just sprayed?"

"It just suddenly disappeared."

"Ew, I'm so scared. Was it a fake?"

Even Grenouille was looking around a bit surprised.

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

"You sprinkled it, why are you surprised, aren't you a fool?"

"Vikir, what happened?"

"What."

"Sinclair."

"What."

"Sinclair."

"I mean, what."

Vikir's questioning look brought question marks to the heads of Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy, who were watching.

"You two were up to something?"

"Either that, or she's not interested in anyone else's business, so why would she be so hard on you."

"Exactly. I could see the honey dripping from the way she looked at you earlier."

But when his friends raised their suspicions, Vikir was adamant.

"There is no such thing."

His friends looked a little sour.

When Vikir denied the rumors of a romantic relationship or a relationship, the topic turned again to the story of the night hound.

It's a hot topic that's been swirling around the Imperial Capital these days, and my friends seem to be just as interested.

"The Night Hound is really scary, though."

"If he's a Graduator, he could easily join the Knights Order, so why is he a villain?"

"There's got to be a story, or he's just a real exhaust homicidal maniac."

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy chat for a while.

Just then, Tudor tapped Vikir on the arm and said playfully.

"Hey, Vikir, aren't you the Night Hound?"

"...."

Vikir merely wiggles his eyebrows.

"Why would 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 dorm, so you're the only one without an alibi."

"...."

"Well. I mean, I did say that we all went back to our rooms and fell asleep when the guards asked for a statement... but weren't you actually in the laundry room at the time, washing your pants? Hahaha-"

"...."

"Huh? Meh, I'm sorry. I was just kidding, I didn't think you needed to be so embarrassed... I didn't realize you still cared about that, sorry."

Tudor laughed and then apologized for wanting to get sick.

Vikir smiled back.

Only then did Tudor laugh again.

"Oh, come on, man, why are you so red, you're scaring me! You're even scarier because you're so expressionless!"

"Tudor. You were bad. I'm sure the memory of that still scars Vikir."

"Right."

Sancho and Piggy reprimanded Tudor as well, and Tudor bowed his head to Vikir and apologized.

It is difficult for a man who is the eldest son of the high-ranking Don Quixote family to be this flawless.

Vikir laughed dryly, remembering the fairness, justice, and childlike innocence of Tudor before his regression.

But he had to make sure he had an excuse.

"I'm not the Night Hound, he's a Graduator-level monster, and I'm an inferior who can barely pass for an Expert."

"No, don't be ridiculous, I'm just kidding...."

Sancho and Tudor nodded in agreement.

"That's right. There's no way Vikir would be such a vicious villain."

"That's right, Vikir, let's improve our skills and take down such a villain ourselves!"

Finally, Vikir nodded in agreement.

"...Yes. Villains like the Night Hound will be punished one day."

It was a bone to pick with himself.

Just then.

"Euhum-Euhum!"

As soon as Vikir finished speaking, a loud coughing sound was heard from the stairs just above.

...?

Everyone looked up in surprise.

There was a familiar face staring back at them.

Student Council President of Colosseo Academy, head of the newspaper club, Ryukeion, and a member of the Faithful Quovadis.

It was Dolores.