“Although I don’t quite understand how you plan to use lubricant, my Intuition tells me it’s very dangerous.”
“Alright, you saw through it,” Eikou said.
“I actually intended to use lubricant and get caught by the censors, which would probably be the end of this book.
Roughly speaking, it’s equivalent to me exploding with a Grand Servant!”
“…”
Mordred completely failed to understand what he was saying.
But relying on her Intuition, she snatched the basin full of lubricant from his hand without a word.
“Don’t do anything foolish.
Don’t forget you still owe me a pack of cigarettes.”
“Let go!
I’m going to solo the King of the Lostbelt and the Grand Assassin!”
Both of them had B+ Strength, so their power was arguably evenly matched, and the basin caught between them was quickly being pulled out of shape.
You and Mordred began to pull fiercely.
But Mordred was clearly superior to you, and you quickly ran out of strength.
She dragged the basin, pulling you along with it.
You are about to be exhausted.
“Why?
I also have B+ Strength!
Is it because I stayed up late again yesterday?”
Although Mordred was a girl, her strength was indeed incredibly immense.
She pulled the basin full of lubricant, forcefully dragging him forward, and a bit of lubricant splashed from the edge of the basin.
“Mordred, what we’re doing is very dangerous.
Why don’t you let go first…?”
“If I let go, you’ll snatch it, so no.”
“Then I’ll let go first, alright?!”
Eikou felt his strength was almost depleted, and his fingers were about to lose their grip on the edge of the basin.
Bang!
But before he could let go, Mordred stepped on the lubricant splashed on the floor, suddenly lost her balance, and with a flick of her wrist, all the lubricant in the basin spilled out.
In that instant, lubricant splattered everywhere.
Swish!
It all poured onto Ivan the Terrible and Old Man of the Mountain!
Eikou’s heart suddenly stopped.
Only two words remained in his mind: Holy crap.
“Mordred, you’re incredible!
How dare you do such a rebellious thing to our Grand Servant!”
“That was clearly your terrible idea, alright?” Mordred was also drenched.
She wiped her beautiful face, then grabbed the other person’s equally slippery collar with a grim expression.
“You bastard, what exactly is going on?”
“…Mordred, calm down first.
You’re covered in lubricant, I’m covered in lubricant, and even they are.
This scene is really bad in every sense of the word.
I feel like we’re all going to become ambiguous,” Eikou said.
Looking at the two imposing guests who were drenched in lubricant, Eikou was ready to unleash his Japanese “bowing artisan spirit,” but Ivan the Terrible and Old Man of the Mountain seemed to have no reaction at all.
“Are they… asleep?”
“It’s hard to say for Old Man of the Mountain, but Ivan the Terrible should genuinely be asleep.”
Eikou thought, it’s not very surprising; after all, this one was able to sleep all the way to the end in his own Lostbelt.
He looked at the unmoving Old Man of the Mountain, who stood like an unyielding fortress.
It seemed he had entered a state of meditation, and this small disturbance from the outside world couldn’t alarm him at all.
“Whew…”
Eikou let out a small sigh of relief, his stress instantly lightening considerably.
Perhaps he had overthought things; these two Heroic Spirits probably didn’t care about such a minor offense.
Since that’s the case, he should just honestly give them a massage and finish up as quickly as possible.
But looking at Ivan the Terrible’s massive and robust elephantine body, he couldn’t help but fall into contemplation.
“Is Beni-enma overestimating me…?” he mumbled.
“Old Man of the Mountain is one thing; at least he’s humanoid.
But this elephant, which joint should I start massaging from?
My ‘Human Anatomy’ skill is completely useless on him.”
This question was far too advanced, so Eikou decided to temporarily give up and turned to Old Man of the Mountain beside him.
He carefully lifted Old Man of the Mountain’s black cloak, revealing a full suit of pitch-black heavy armor.
Eikou fell silent.
How could someone come for a massage wearing armor?
This was clearly an attempt to cause trouble.
“…Umm King Hassan?” He tried to shake his body.
But the other person showed no reaction at all; his concentration was truly astonishing.
Bang!
Eikou punched the nearby wall.
“Where the hell am I supposed to even start with this?!”
If he had known it would turn out like this, he would have just jumped ship to the fungal heavy industry next door.
Mordred, seeing his distress, also looked troubled: “How about we just give up?
You can’t easily handle these two guys.”
“No, since we’re already here, how can we just give up?
I have a duty to be responsible for our guests until the very end,” Eikou said with a serious expression.
“There’s no other way, let me pry open his armor!”
It just so happened that he was quite curious about what the Grand Assassin, Old Man of the Mountain’s armor looked like underneath.
If he could see it, it would be worth the price of admission, even if he died.
You tried to pry open his armor with your hands.
Strength check failed.
You tried to use a crowbar, leveraging the principle of leverage, to pry open his armor.
The crowbar broke.
“Too strong…” Eikou looked at the broken crowbar, his heart filled with involuntary reverence.
“Is this the power of a Grand Assassin?
It’s truly terrifying…!”
“When you were standing on him, trying to pry open his armor with a crowbar, that scene wasn’t terrifying at all, okay?” Mordred rolled her eyes, then lit a cigarette for herself.
“Mordred, get out your Clarent.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I’m thinking, since I can’t pry open Old Man of the Mountain’s armor with ordinary tools, maybe a Noble Phantasm can break his defense.
In short, just hit him with a light blast first.”
…What kind of service are you providing to the guests?
This is already murder, isn’t it?
Do you want me to hit your brain with a light blast first?
Mordred couldn’t help but retort.
“Then come over and lend a hand.
Our combined strength might be enough to pry it open.
In any case, someone with your kingly demeanor wouldn’t just sit by and watch your subjects who need help, would you?”
These words indeed worked.
Mordred immediately snuffed out her cigarette and almost instantly bounced over to help him.
So easily coaxed…
Eikou thought to himself.
Mordred had a triumphant, brilliant smile, revealing a small fanged tooth.
“Okay, let me help you!”
You and Mordred begin to work together to pry open Old Man of the Mountain’s armor.
But facing the Grand Assassin’s heavy armor, you still feel willing but powerless.
[ Pass a difficult Strength check.