Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 238

Episode 238 National Collegiate League (3)

Grenouille de Leviathan.

As the 3rd son of the extremely poisonous Leviathan family, one of the 7 great families of the empire, he has lived up to his life.

Growing up with praise and expectations as the best genius in his family, he has never allowed anyone to be ranked.

……until he entered the Colosseo Academy.

2nd place in the ranking of entrance exam scores. From the start, something was out of the ordinary.

There is also a limit to winning mentally just because the level of donation of hot and cold weapons is different.

Grenouille looked at the woman stepping on him.

Sinclair. A commoner without saints.

Grenouille decided to dismiss this impossibility as the first and last miracle of common people living in the lower classes.

However, the ranking did not change even in the midterm exam.

Sinclair always above her head. Looking at her, Grenouille struggled with inferiority complex and hatred.

……But why? The more he struggled, the more strange feelings arose in Grenouille’s heart.

Or maybe it was a feeling that was born from the moment I first saw her.

White gray hair that stands out everywhere. clean skin. Big eyes like a deer. Tight nose and lips.

Whenever Grenouille thought of Sinclair, he found himself rooting for her in his heart.

I thought it was ridiculous, but it was an unavoidable fact.

From then on, Grenouille diligently circled around Sinclair, trying to say one more word to her.

When he happened to run into them, he habitually blamed himself for not being able to say anything but barbed words like ‘commoners…’.

And about that time, an irritating presence appeared.

Bikir. An ordinary(?) guy with no special corner.

At best, all the female students in the school act as if they want to get rid of their liver and gallbladder to this guy who is good at studying and has a smooth face.

Sinclair, whom he had been watching for a long time, was also approaching him first, showing a good feeling.

‘Nonsense! It’s impossible!’

Grenouille himself hadn’t been able to talk about it until now, but it’s already been a relationship where they go to volunteer work together and study together!

So Grenouille made up his mind. To be in the same group as Bikir in this tournament.

So, with his own superiority, he decided to reveal his inferiority even more clearly.

‘I’ll embarrass you in front of Sinclair!’

If that happens, won’t she see herself again a little bit? Wouldn’t we find out who the cooler and stronger man is?

Grenouille thought so.

“……Kuhm!”

Grenouille took a seat in front of the round table.

At the round table sat the members of the same group for this tournament.

Grenouille handed over his luggage to Vikir in the front and tried to tell him to put it in the luggage locker above.

“Hey commoner. Put some of my luggage on your head…”

However, it was a bit awkward to do so blindly.

It wasn’t that Bikir was scary, it was because of the humans on both sides of him.

Hive, Middle, Low, Low. The three brothers of the Baskervilles.

Since they occupied the seats on either side of Bikir in an ambiguous way, even Grenouille had to pay attention.

But Grenouille was determined.

‘okay. Let’s not be intimidated by these guys. I’m the person who will lead this group.’

The seating arrangement was round in order of Hive, Middle, Vikir, Low, and Grunui.

Grenouille skipped over Loubro next to him and spoke again to Bikir next to him.

“Hey commoner. Can’t you hear me? Take my luggage and put it over your head.”

“?”

Bikir, who had closed her eyes and was lost in meditation, opened one eye.

In front of him, Grenouille’s luggage was placed on his chin.

“What are you doing? Not accepting.”

“…”

“Look at this kid? He’s a bitch? What did you believe in your grades during the midterm exam? A lucky kid… Where did he get some information about monsters?”

at that time.

Loubro, who was between Vikir and Grunui, opened his mouth.

“Shut up. It’s noisy.”

At those words, Grenouille’s expression hardened.

Shut up? Is that what you said to me now? look you want.

It was the first time Grenouille had experienced such an open dispute.

Isn’t it yourself, the successor of the Leviathan family, that even the aristocratic seniors are starting to notice!

“What did you say?”

Grenouille asked in a puzzled way.

Grenouille became even more bewildered when Lowbrow closed his eyes and didn’t even respond.

‘No, I don’t know if it’s Hive, but now even the most stupid guy climbs up on me?’

Of the triplets in the Baskervilles, the most famous is probably the eldest, Hivero.

Because he is the strongest and has the best grades.

The two younger brothers, Middle Bro and Low Bro, felt like subordinates following Hive, so the embarrassment Grenouille felt now was even greater.

‘I can’t. You have to show charisma from the start if you want to dominate this group.’

Grenouille closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“…Ah, I just got on the train, and these bastards are pissing me off again. Hey, commoners!”

Grenouille slumped back in his seat and nodded at Bikir once more.

“Take a bottle of liquor from my pack.”

Yes. Grenouille secretly carried vodka, a drink that students are not allowed to drink, in his bag.

Grenouille laughed inwardly at the sight of the silent Hive, Middle, and Low bros with their arms folded with their eyes closed.

‘How are you? I’m such an outspoken guy that I opened a bottle of alcohol in broad daylight on the train going to the competition. That’s for a minor!’

Grenouille showed off his bravery and resilience by casually committing dangerous deviations.

“Hey commoner. Get it out quickly. If you look in my bag, there’s a bottle of vodka.”

“…”

But Bikir still doesn’t respond.

Grenouille’s eyebrows moved.

If you move directly from here and take out the bottle, everything will be ruined. Even if you drink, Gao will not live.

So, somehow, I had to move that commoner and get him.

“Hey. Are you really deaf? Get them out quickly~”

Then. Loubro, who was next to him, opened his mouth again.

“Ah, he’s really noisy. Did he put a lark in his mouth?”

“…what what?”

“If you want to drink, you can take it out and eat it. This is not a joke.”

At Loubro’s words, Grenouille’s face turned red.

at that time.

“stop.”

There was something blocking the way. It was Bikir’s hand holding the bottle.

“Here’s your drink. Stop it.”

Bikir had taken vodka from Grunouille’s bag.

Then Grenouille snatched the vodka bottle away with a whimper.

…Teouk!

Grenouille took the most bad posture he could take (but was careful not to invade the seats of Hivero and Lowbro too much) and opened his mouth.

“Oh, I feel dirty, but I need to drink.”

But no one looks at Grenouille or speaks to him.

Grenouille could not cool down and opened the cap of the vodka bottle with a huff.

“Do you guys know how to drink?”

“…”

“Oh, me. Why? I’m scared that I’ll get caught by the headmaster while drinking? Maybe it’s because they’re all nerds, so it’s no fun.”

“…”

“Because I kind of like alcohol. When I come to a place like this, I always wet my throat. Well, it’s only 70 degrees at most, so it’s no different from water. Kee~” Grenouille tilted the vodka bottle to his mouth

. After pouring in a few drops, pretending to have drunk a lot, he inflated his mouth with air and munched a few times.

Then, as if he had just remembered, he opened his mouth.

“Oh, that’s right. Hey, I’m the leader of this group. No complaints, right?”

A conversation that seemed to pass by indifferently.

But Grenouille’s nerves were extremely focused on everyone’s reaction.

…

but no one responds. Just meditating with eyes closed and arms crossed.

Seeing that reaction, Grenouille tilted his head, not knowing whether his words had been taken or not.

‘Does this mean that you will recognize me as the leader? It’s right to do whatever you want, right?’

So I tried to drive the nail in one more time.

“Kuhmm. Well, it’s a formal position anyway. I’ll just promote it. I guess I’ll have to conduct it to get good results in the competition… I’ve been trained separately at home, so I’m a little more professional… … And, isn’t my origin inherently noble? I’m used to pampering subordinates…”

Grenouille kept talking while smelling of alcohol.

Right then.

“Kuhm.”

Bikir cleared his throat once. Then I got up and went out of the room.

Grenouille frowned.

“Hey, hey. Look at what the captain says, but look at the movement. Anyway, the commoners are not basic. They go to the bathroom, but if they come back, I will give you a stern warning as my captain…” It was right then

.

…puck!

A dull noise was heard.

Grenouille tilted his head.

“……?”

It was an unbelievable sight.

Grenouille’s hand on the round table. A dagger was deeply embedded in the back of his hand.

Flesh splits, muscles crack, bones break, and blood oozes out.

Grenouille put on a dazed expression, unable to feel any pain for a moment at this abnormal sight in front of him.

and soon.

“Quaaaaaaagh!?”

A scream comes out a moment later.

Grenouille tried to move his hand, but the dagger had penetrated the back of his hand and palm, and was deeply embedded in the round table, making it impossible.

And the man holding the handle of the dagger murmured annoyedly:

“Then I told you to be quiet.”

It was a low bro.

He clicked his tongue and leaned back, then picked up the vodka bottle Grenouille had dropped.

Then he poured clear vodka over the back of Grenouille’s hand, which was threaded through a dagger.

“Aaaaaaagh!”

Grenouille screamed in pain from burning his hands.

Loubro, who was next to him, suddenly started to look scary like a ghost.

It was always hidden in the shadow of Hive, so I laughed at it, but it wasn’t at all.

After all, the results of Hive, Middle, and Low were always evenly matched, and the rankings were divided by a narrow margin.

As Grenouille was weeping and snotting with his hands impaled on the table, Hive and Middle Bro opened their eyes and started giggling.

“Now that I know this guy, it’s pretty fun? Hey, do you want to be secret friends with us?”

“Don’t take it off until you reach the magic tower, let’s go like this. It’s noisy, so put something like a sock on your mouth.”

“I sterilized it, but everything is fine, right? Even if there is something, it won’t matter. You can call the priest as soon as you arrive.”

It was the moment when Grenouille’s plan to overpower the initiative in the beginning was derailed nicely.