The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

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.

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!”

As the muscular figures approached, the food melted away like ice blocks thrown into the scorching sun.

Meanwhile.

“….”

Vikir was watching Bakilaga, who was having his meal at the opposite table.

What caught Vikir’s attention was the choker around Bakilaga’s neck.

‘Were there rumors that his grandparents were from the Black and Red mountains?’

The subtly emanating wild aura from Bakilaga’s body was indeed something familiar.

‘Perhaps there is quite a connection between us.’

Vikir, too, touched his neck choker while contemplating.

Just then.

“Hey, what are we supposed to eat after they’ve devoured everything?”

“Is this crazy guy out of his mind?”

There was a dispute in the center.

A student from the Colosseo Cold Department and another from Varangian were arguing over the issue of cutting in line at the buffet.

“Why are you grabbing all the food by force? And a clean sweep at that!”

“I exploded because I saw you carrying food with tongs. You’re not going to eat it anyway, mumbling about digestion problems.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can ignore the line!”

“Where’s the line at the buffet!”

When serving food at the buffet, if the person in front is hesitating, and you want to eat something other than the food in front of them, can you pass them or not?

This has been a long-standing debate that has been passed down from ancient times.

Eventually, the two male students from Colosseo and Varangian started facing each other with fierce momentum.

“Ah, this lump is impossible to reason with. Has muscle invaded his brain too?”

“I tried to overlook it because I was afraid of muscle loss if I got angry, but it seems I can’t. I need to chew on at least one anchovy.”

Their accusations were not aimed at each other individually but encompassed everyone, naturally involving surrounding colleagues.

“This is why we shouldn’t have accepted these muscle idiots. We changed from one person per room to two people per room, showing kindness, and they don’t appreciate it!”

“What do you know? We paid tuition and came here too. The dormitory we had booked had a problem, and the owner sent us here. Why should we care about you guys? We are also consumers who suffered losses!”

“If we hadn’t compromised, you guys would have had to sleep outside!”

“Haha, did you compromise? It was an agreement between our professors and yours, all well-known people. We agreed not to embarrass each other in front of those who know.”

“We decided whether to accept you through a vote! 93% agreed, and you dare to betray that favor!?”

“Then, are you the 7% who opposed? Haha~ from the beginning, many of us are mercenaries, so we’re used to sleeping outside! Vote again! We can leave!”

Finally, a male student from the Varangian side stepped forward.

Boli Bollason. He was the top student of the 1st year at the Varangian Academy and originally from the northern mercenary guild.

With a height of 217cm and a weight of 150kg, his size was not much inferior to Bakilaga.

As Bollason stepped forward, the male students from Colosseo seemed to flinch, then retreated.

“Ah, why are these anchovies jumping around too much?”

Bollason deliberately raised his head, looking around as if pretending not to see anyone. Due to the significant height difference, the Colosseo male students could only show resentful expressions.

However, even compared to Bollason, there was one who didn’t fall behind in stature.

“Can’t you have a quiet meal?”

Sancho Barataria. He stepped forward in front of his crouched friends.

When the large Sancho stepped forward, Bollason also couldn’t flaunt his size pridefully.

However, that didn’t end the dispute.

“Oh, who’s this?”

Recognizing Sancho’s face, Bollason sneered.

“Aren’t you the scaredy-cat who ran away after the Varangian entrance test? How is it, is Colosseo as warm as a cradle for little kids? Are they treating the runaway kid well?”

It seemed that Sancho, who ranked first in the Varangian entrance test but chose to enter Colosseo, had some dissatisfaction.

Even though Sancho had achieved first place in Varangian, he had ranked fifth in Colosseo, and considering that, entering Colosseo was quite an accepted fact. As a newcomer with skills, it was inevitable that there would be dissatisfaction from the Varangian side.

“Hmm, so you were in good shape when you took the Varangian entrance exam but not when you took the Colosseo entrance exam?”

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.