Chapter 151 – 70-2 the 4th Day of the Festival.
“Are you really going in?”
“Why? Scared?”
“No, earlier he made a fuss about being scared. It’s strange that you suddenly say you’re going in.”
“Noisy. Go in.”
In front of the hallway classroom on the 4th floor of the academy, we were talking about entering the House of Horrors, suddenly Vivian to be precise.
“If you run away just because you’re scared like this, you’ll keep running away. So you will overcome it.”
“… Hey, it’s a little cheesy.”
Puck!
“Ugh!?”
It was intense.
Vivian clenched his hand lightly, and an unspoken pain burst out of his mouth as his fist touched my shoulder.
I was relaxing with the thought that it was no big deal, so I’ll give you a punch, but it was more painful than I could have imagined.
“…You. Did you wrap it around and hit it?”
Arlen, who grabbed Vivian’s right shoulder as she had been hit by a fist, asks Vivian with her suspicious eyes.
“A gentleman should stand tall against a woman’s weak fists.”
“A gentleman and a nabal, wouldn’t you be a little different…? A woman’s fragile fist is called uh… Ah, okay.”
Allen, who hurriedly replies that he will know when he sees Vivian with both fists clenched and ready to hit him, is taken aback.
“Like you said, I’ll act like a gentleman and pretend I’m not sick, so stop hitting me…”
“I just need to know.”
Her voice sounded grim, but Allen, noticing that Vivian’s cheeks were slightly red, smiled faintly, enduring the throbbing pain.
“What, what are you laughing at…?”
Vivian notices Allen’s faint smile.
Then, when I asked Allen why he was laughing, Allen answered like this.
“Just.”
“…Transformation.”
“To? Why did you suddenly get demoted from gentleman to pervert?”
“You’re smiling even though you’ve been hit in the shoulder… I never thought you’d be a man with such a sexual orientation…”
“It’s out of the blue. He must have had the idea that if he laughed at being hit, everything would be perverted. I just joke around with my friends and laugh. That’s why I’m pervert…”
“I was kidding too. You don’t have to take it too seriously.”
Arlen laughs again when Vivian, who has returned to her usual cold face, tells her that she was also playing a joke.
“Can you even joke? Let’s see if you can tell a joke like that in the House of Horrors.”
“I’m not… Not scared at all…”
“Okay. Wouldn’t be scary I haven’t entered yet… Ugh!?”
Again, Vivian’s mana-filled fist struck his forearm instead of his shoulder this time, preparing for his next fist.
“Oh, okay, okay! I won’t tease you, so let’s go inside…”
At Vivian’s fist, which is so powerful that it makes her bones ache, Allen puts out her hand and persuades her to stop, going into the house of horror first and sleeping.
“If you tease him one more time, he will hit you in the side, not his arm.”
“…That’s bloody.”
Allen, who was touching the area that had been beaten, seemed to be not lying when he saw Vivian clenching his fist as he spoke savagely.
“…Then let’s go in.”
“Okay.”
Anyway, I thought it would be correct to say more than this, so I was guided by an academy student wearing a white blanket standing in front of the classroom door.
“Welcome to Class 2-C’s Horror House. Are there two of you?”
“Yes.”
“Then wait a minute, the guest who just entered will come out…”
“Aaaaagh!!?”
“Aaaaa!!!”
It was then.
The deafening screams of men and women.
And in the House of Horrors, if the urgent footsteps were loud enough to be heard by us waiting in the hallway, the back door with the exit written on it would break open, and the figure of a man and a woman screaming and running through the hallway caught the attention of passers-by. Caught on at once
“Oops… You ran away again… Now then… Would you like to enter?”
“Yes. Enter…? What’s the matter?”
The moment Allen tries to answer the entrance voice of an academy student wearing a ghost cosplay wearing a white cloth.
“Um… Over there. Shall we come for a while?”
Shaking her hands, Vivian grabs the sleeves of her Allen’s shirt and, bluish-faced, says in her frightened voice, “Let’s hear it again for a bit.”
Seeing Vivian’s face stained with fear and anxiety, Allen…
“Why? Scared?”
“Ah, no… That, that’s not it… Everything, oh, coming next… Joe, I thought it would be nice…”
If it hadn’t been for the screams of the man and woman who had disappeared at the far end of the hallway, Vivian would have put on a courageous bluff to get in.
Now, her face, rather blue from that scream, and her stuttering so badly, it’s pitiful…
She wanted to get in somehow.
“Hmm. Okay. Come back later But… If you run away just because you’re scared, you’ll keep running away. So, there was someone who said, “You’re overcoming it.” Who was it Do you know, Vivian?”
Allen provoked.
Also, Vivian, without skipping a word, told what she had said, asking the person in question quite sarcastically who said it.
At this time, Vivian’s face, which had turned blue, turned red and bluish, and she clenched her fist.
But…
He couldn’t break the words he had confidently spoken out to overcome, as if he had promised others.
And Allen was well aware of Vivian’s pride, so she provoked her.
“…Go in…”
“What? Can’t you hear me?”
“…Let’s go in… Come quickly…!”
Vivian, who was standing behind Allen, shouted softly, asking her to open the door and come in quickly, whether it was because of his pride or because he wanted to take a step forward like he had said.
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Upon entering the entrance of the House of Horrors, the first thing that welcomes you is the classroom that looks like ruins, the cold air that touches your skin, and the eerie Beum that creates an eerie atmosphere.
A terrifying atmosphere that stimulates sight, touch and hearing.
“Have a good time.”
Widely!
When the entrance was closed to prevent the academy student dressed as a ghost from escaping, Vivian was taken aback and unconsciously held Allen close to him, almost clinging to him.
“Oh. It’s pretty well made.”
“…!”
Vivian is surprised by Allen’s voice again.
Suddenly, Vivien’s hands were holding the hem of Allen’s shirt and her face was bluish again, even in this dark place, with her hunched back.
“Hey, over there…”
“Why?”
“P, hurry up, can’t we go…?”
Still, she’s a little scary, but I thought I’d see her not being scared…
It seems that the quality of the House of Horror is too good.
[Uhhhhh]
At the sound of someone crying to frighten us, Vivien grabbed the hem of my shirt to tear and patted my back with one hand, telling me to leave quickly.
“…! Come on, hurry up, let’s get out…!”
I liked it because it was a different feeling to see Vivian’s fear, which I had never seen before.
And Vivian, trembling with fear as she grabbed the hem of Allen’s shirt, wanted to go back a few minutes.
He said it confidently, but I didn’t expect it to be so scary.
I think I was too complacent to think that it was a house of horror made by academy students…
“Hey, hey. I’m going to rip my shirt.”
“…This, it won’t tear like this…”
I felt sorry for Vivian, who was so frightened, but what can I do?
How can I stop the path he has taken to overcome himself?
It’s for me anyway, it’s a good opportunity for Vivian.
“Don’t do that, hold my hand.”
“…That, that’s…”
[Kyaaaaa!!!]
“…!!!”
Vivien was troubled by Allen’s plain words to hold hands, but Vivien hurriedly let go of the hem of her shirt at the heart-wrenching scream, and held Allen’s hand secretly expecting her to hold it with both hands. Got it
It is also very tight.
“Daddy, let’s go quickly… Hey, here… This is strange…”
“Yes, yes… Let’s get out quickly…”
Frankly, it was Allen who tried to raise Vivian’s favorability rating by appreciating the House of Horror slowly, as if viewing art.
He felt that his right hand would be crippled forever if it continued like this, so there was no harvest.
The pain outweighed the fear and left the house of horror at once.
“I’m out… Ha…”
When the door opened and I saw a bright light illuminating the hallway, Vivian said, ‘I lived…’ In rejuvenation.
Allen also spread his right hand, and the crunching sound of his joints resonated quietly.
‘…Every time I hear a scream, every time a ghost pops out, it gets stronger…’
Seeing his hand turn white, Allen pulled out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and handed it to Vivian, who was sweating coldly.
“Now, a handkerchief.”
“Oh, thank you…”
Taking Allen’s handkerchief now, without any doubt, Vivian was wiping the sweat from his bluish-white hair.
“How is it? Are you okay with what you’ve been through?”
As her numb right hand gradually gets better, Allen asks Vivian how the House of Horrors was.
“…N, it wasn’t a big deal.”
She handed over the handkerchief she had wiped her sweat on and wanted to make fun of Vivien, who was now blushing and pretending to be strong.
‘I shouldn’t be teasing you now…’
It was obvious what would happen if he made fun of Vivian, who was still less fearful.
‘I don’t like rolling in the hallway, so let’s not do it…’
“Would you like something cold to drink?”
“…Allen Mestia. That’s a very good idea…”
At the suggestion that they drink something cool, Vivian pauses and nods her head, saying it’s a good idea.
