[Sir Gawain the Great abandoned all shame, and perhaps even his right to reside on Earth.]
[But his actions did not liven up the atmosphere; instead, after being accused of being a pervert, it became even more awkward.]
[It’s a pity, it seems that deepening the relationship with Baobhan Sith still requires some kind of opportunity…]
Failure!
Eikou slammed the table.
I’m sorry, Sir Gawain, our passionate combo skill is completely ineffective!
The deduction system said that he seemed to be missing a crucial element, but he had almost no clue.
Can he only admit defeat…?
But if that were the case, it would be too unfair to Gawain; he really couldn’t bear it.
Even if not for his own benefit, he had to fight for Gawain’s pride.
“Ultimately, why must I be fixated on Baobhan Sith?”
Getting along with Baobhan Sith could get him her Noble Phantasm, but getting along with more Heroic Spirits might yield even more.
His original intention for coming to the Social Gathering was for these things; why was he thrown into disarray by a red-haired girl?
A mere Noble Phantasm, he could do without it!
What was important was not to let the knight’s noble sacrifice be in vain!
The correct approach was: not to just focus on Baobhan Sith, but to find a way to liven up the atmosphere and create a naturally ambiguous ambiance.
“The sun…
my sunlight isn’t working…” Sir Gawain muttered in disappointment.
“Sir Gawain, you’ve tried very hard.” He patted the other’s shoulder with a serious expression; the latter had become somewhat dejected after the series of actions just now.
“Next, watch me operate.
I swear, in the name of a knight, I will repay all the grievances and unwillingness you’ve suffered.”
“Eikou, you…”
The Empire’s counterattack was reversed again and again.
“Alright, everyone has introduced themselves.” Eikou suddenly raised his hand and loudly announced to the embarrassed crowd: “Next, it’s time to play some ‘Social Games’ to get to know each other better, don’t you think?”
“Social Games?” Gareth immediately became excited.
“Are we finally going to start jousting?!”
Eikou thought to himself, do you misunderstand what a Social Gathering is, or what Social Games are?
“No, what we’re going to play is—” He took out a string of sticks.
“King Game!”
The rules of King Game are simple:
1.prepare several sticks, one of which is marked ‘King,’ and the others are marked with numbers.
2.Then, everyone draws a stick.
3.The player who draws the ‘King’ stick has absolute command and can assign any numbered player to do something.
4.And the player whose number is called must unconditionally obey the King’s command.
This is a Social Gathering game full of luck, courage, and various desires.
“What?
I can be King?!” Mordred immediately got excited.
“Boring…” Baobhan Sith, however, just snorted dismissively.
“My Mother and I are already supreme beings; playing this kind of game is like lowering our status, isn’t it?”
“If you don’t want to play, then don’t.” He turned to look at Ms.
Morgan, who was sitting silently nearby.
“Ms.
Morgan, would you like to play?”
Ms.
Morgan’s blue eyes thoughtfully stared at the ‘King’ mark on the stick, then glanced at Eikou.
If she drew the ‘King’ stick, she might gain control over Eikou.
That is, she would definitely be willing to play.
But Morgan said, “I won’t play.”
“?”
“Unless it’s renamed ‘Queen’s Game’.”
Ah, well, although changing it wouldn’t matter, your desire for control is truly not ordinary!
“Ah, since Mother is going to play, then I definitely want to play too~” Baobhan Sith immediately changed her mind upon hearing that her Mother would participate in the game.
Gareth hesitated for a long time.
This somewhat shy young girl ultimately felt too embarrassed to play such a game, so she could only stand by and watch from a distance.
Eikou glanced at everyone present.
Gareth was observing, while the remaining six competed for the ‘Queen’ position: Eikou, Morgan, Baobhan Sith, Gawain, Tristan, Mordred.
“Sir Eikou, what are you doing?” Gawain whispered.
“Although playing games can indeed liven up the atmosphere, your considerations must be more than just this.”
“That’s right.”
What Eikou was thinking was that luck is also a part of a Heroic Spirit’s strength.
Some Heroic Spirits naturally have worse luck and would be at a disadvantage in probability games.
If he remembered correctly, Morgan’s Luck was B, while Baobhan Sith and Mordred were even worse, with only D.
Eikou and Gawain both had A-rank Luck!
In other words, the two of them had a significant innate advantage in the ‘Queen’s Game’.
It was time to sound the horn of counterattack; the male group had to take the initiative in this Social Gathering!
As for Tristan, with his Luck Rank E…
he was just there for the participation.
He would both clear Gawain’s humiliation and gain some Heroic Spirit skill sets for himself!
[The first round of drawing sticks began.]
[Which stick do you choose to draw?
One, the one closest to you
Two, the one furthest from you Three, the one in the middle.]
Eikou chose one.
[Unfortunately, you did not draw the Queen’s stick.]
[Your number is three.]
He quickly glanced at Gawain, but the latter shook his head regretfully—Gawain also did not draw the Queen’s stick.
A slender finger, adorned with blue nail polish, slowly lifted.
It held a stick marked ‘Queen’.
“I am the Queen.” Morgan said matter-of-factly, sitting languidly in her chair.
Well, you actually drew it, huh?
The most deserving episode.
“…Your Majesty, please give your command,” he cooperated.
No expression could be seen on Morgan’s beautiful face, as she said indifferently, “Let number three sit beside me.”
I am number three.
Did Morgan really choose me?
Fortunately, she didn’t make any excessive demands.
Eikou, being a good sport, stood up cooperatively and sat down beside her.
As he approached, he could clearly smell the intoxicating scent of roses emanating from Morgan, so sweet it felt as if it could steal a man’s soul.
And as Eikou sat beside her, her cool, jade-like hand gently rested on his.
Eikou looked at her in confusion.
She wore an indifferent, nonchalant expression, her hand beneath the table naturally pressed against him, yet she still maintained the demeanor of a strict parent in front of her children.
Was it intentional, or accidental?
“Ms.
Morgan, your hand…” Eikou tentatively reminded her, “It seems to be in the wrong place.”
“Ah, my apologies…” Ms.
Morgan said expressionlessly.
“It truly is.
My hand accidentally moved.
Mr.
Eikou, please don’t mind it.”
“Haha, it’s fine…”
Eikou words had not yet fallen, when Morgan’s mischievous little hand reached under the table again and rested on his thigh.
“Now it’s fine.”
How did it go even further?
You’re openly touching my thigh now!
Is it really okay to do something like this secretly in front of your children?
But in this situation, he couldn’t say anything anymore.
His heart raced, and his face was a little flushed, so he quickly said, “Let’s…
let’s start the next round.”