Eikou thought for a moment again.
“Then, I guess, what I’m most interested in right now are girls…”
“Tsk.” Mordred made a helpless expression, as if to say, “Why are you just like those guys in the Round Table?
Is there nothing else?”
“What’s wrong?
I can say a lot of pretty words if you want to hear them, but I’m being honest with you right now.” Eikou quickly explained.
“Alright, alright,” Mordred waved her hand.
“So you’re not here to be a masseur because of…
lewd thoughts, like wanting to massage beautiful girls, or something…”
“You’re overthinking it, kid.
I’m here just to make money.
Although I’ve certainly fantasized about such a wonderful possibility, the reality is that only older uncles or grandpas come to Enma-tei to enjoy life and relax their muscles…
I bet the one who comes later will definitely be an old man with osteoporosis, like James Moriarty.”
“However…
There’s still a tiny bit of hope in my heart, what if a miracle happens and a beautiful girl actually appears…?”
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, heavy footsteps and the faint clanking of armor suddenly came from outside the VIP room.
For some reason, Eikou felt a suffocatingly powerful pressure from those footsteps.
The door of the VIP room suddenly opened by itself, as if a fierce gust of wind had suddenly swept through.
A burly, awe-inspiring black figure appeared at the main entrance.
He wore a skull mask, his heavy black armor glowed with blue ghost fire, and his faint blue eyes glanced at Eikou.
“—Is this the VIP room Beni-enma mentioned?”
Holy crap, this isn’t a beautiful girl, this is King Hassan!
It really is an incredible old man!
This is the Grand Assassin, what is he doing here?
Is he here to assassinate a target?!
“Y-yes…” Eikou asked in horror, “W-what can I do for you?”
“I am the Old Man of the Mountain, entrusted by Chaldea Academy to give lessons.
They have temporarily arranged me in a private room at Enma-tei to rest.
Who are you?” The Old Man of the Mountain said in his ancient, deep voice.
Although his tone was calm, it carried an oppressive weight like a mountain.
Are you kidding me?
The Grand Assassin is going to teach at Chaldea Academy later?!
This is a youth campus; everyone has already changed into modern uniforms, so why are you still dressed like a terrifying assassin?
Is this the idol burden of a Grand Servant?
No, no, no, that’s not the issue right now.
The issue is, am I really going to have to host Old Man of the Mountain next?
Is this for real?
“Oh, oh…!”
From beneath Old Man of the Mountain’s imposing faceplate, a loud cry suddenly erupted, and a bluish-green flame rose.
Eikou’s nerves immediately tensed.
Wh-what… is he about to go on a rampage?
Old Man of the Mountain’s massive body suddenly leaned back, his shoulders tensed, and then he let out a hoarse growl.
“Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!”
After a while, Old Man of the Mountain stopped his movements.
Then, the two silently stared at each other… So he was just stretching!
You almost scared me to death!
Eikou was constantly startled, almost scared to death by him.
“So… does this guest require a massage service?” Eikou asked cautiously.
Although he desperately wanted to turn and run, he would lose his job if he did.
While he didn’t think Old Man of the Mountain would want anyone to touch him, he still had to at least ask; that much customer service was necessary.
“Is that your mission?” Old Man of the Mountain asked.
“I think so…”
“Then it is entrusted to you.
Do not be negligent in your work.”
Eikou thought, I just said it, and you actually listened and lay down.
Old Man of the Mountain, do you have to be so serious and cooperative?
If your fans saw this, wouldn’t they curse the author as a fake Type moon fan for writing an OOC character, even if a romantic comedy was used as a cover-up?
Eikou slapped his forehead, thinking, It’s over.
“I’m done for.
I’m serving a Grand Assassin.”
If the hospitality isn’t up to par, will he chop off my head?
Can anyone come and break this situation?
Anyone at all, as long as they can break this stalemate…
Bang, bang!
Outside the VIP room, another incredibly heavy sound rang out.
Soon after, a colossal creature resembling a mammoth walked over, lowering its head to inspect the situation inside the VIP room.
It was none other than Ivan the Terrible, King of the Lostbelt!
“Is this the VIP room Benienma mentioned?” Ivan the Terrible’s deep, majestic imperial voice asked.
This rhythm is going to kill me…
“I’m sorry,” Eikou said, sweating, “The VIP room is already full.
Please come back for accommodation.”
“I am not here to change my sleeping quarters; I am here to enjoy a massage service.”
Saying this, he lay down on the massage bed next door, just like Old Man of the Mountain.
Bang!
The massage bed was crushed by his weight, but Ivan the Terrible himself seemed completely unfazed.
“???”
It’s over; there’s no way to escape this now.
“Hey, what are you going to do?” Mordred, who was beside him, asked.
“Both of these look like troublesome characters.”
“Haha, not at all.
Don’t they look quite amiable…?”
“Amiable?
How did you figure that out?
Have you finally gone mad?”
Eikou pointed to King Hassan beside him: “Look, that’s a handsome old man!”
Then he pointed to Ivan the Terrible on the other side: “That’s a furry!”
After that, he concluded: “See?
If you change the names, don’t they seem quite amiable?
I like handsome old men, and I’m a furry fan, so I’m doubly thrilled right now.”
“Snap out of it.
One is a Grand Servant, and the other is a King of the Lostbelt.”
“…N-never mind.
It’s just Old Man of the Mountain, a mere warrior, not worth mentioning,” he said.
“And Ivan the Terrible, it’s embarrassing to even say it; he and his frozen land were purely stepping stones for later Lostbelts, so he has no standing.”
With that, Eikou buried his head in a drawer filled with cupping tools, like an ostrich.
“…Goodbye, I’m going to take a time machine to find other Singularities!
Sayonara!”
“Are you so scared that you can’t face reality, you brat?!” Mordred pulled Eikou out of the drawer and said, “Calm down.
Although they look scary, they don’t intend to go on a rampage.
If you provide your best service with the highest-grade massage, and satisfy them, then nothing will happen.”
“Highest-grade massage service, satisfy them…?”
He calmed down slightly, glanced at Old Man of the Mountain, then at Ivan the Terrible on the other side.
He also thought about the 3000 QP needed for the Social Gathering; wealth is found in danger.
“…Although it’s difficult, I can try.”
One minute later, Eikou returned with a waterbed and massage lubricant.
Mordred was stunned.
He silently put down the waterbed and then added lubricant to the basin.
“In any case, I’ll stir the lubricant first…”
A flushed Mordred punched him.
“What kind of service are you trying to give them?!
Where did you learn this massage technique?
Did you go to one of those weird shops?!”
“I’ve never been!
I just saw how dusty and tired they looked and wanted to sanitize them!” Eikou explained earnestly.
“…Moreover, I heard that men have no resistance to lubricant.
Maybe it can act as a special attack?”
“…”