[ Gawain and Tristan received a chance to negate the effect due to “Healing Harp.” ]
[ But you have already used that chance; you must drink this time.
]
[ Please make a stamina check!
]
[ Because you had already had a round of drinks before, alcohol had already blurred your consciousness, so this check would be very difficult.
]
A die fell before his eyes.
Eikou’s heart immediately leaped into his throat.
If the judgment failed, he would inevitably collapse.
[ Difficult check successful!
]
[ You barely managed to drink the water of life, feeling as if you were gulping down a fire.
The strong alcoholic stimulation rushed directly to your brain, making your whole body hot, as if it would float away in the next second.
]
[ Incredibly, you still remained clear-headed.
]
[ But next time you drink, you might not be so lucky…
]
[ “If you drink again, the next stamina check will become an extremely difficult check.” ]
“…”
Calculated by probability, unless he got incredibly lucky, this should be his last chance.
“How is it, Sir Eikou?” Tristan quickly asked.
“The situation is excellent; I’m on the offensive.”
Eikou placed the empty glass on the table, then glanced at Morgan.
He had truly underestimated Queen Morgan, her “Fairy Eyes” could not only accurately draw the Queen’s lot but also inflict area damage on the three of them.
If Morgan drew it again and called on three people to drink, the boys’ team would essentially lose.
But…
if he remembered correctly, Morgan’s stamina wasn’t very good (Stamina only E); she would probably collapse on the spot after just one round of drinking.
She was, so to speak, a glass cannon.
“Gawain, Tristan, let’s talk for a moment.” Eikou pulled the two closer and whispered: “Do you have any skills that can interfere with Morgan, to prevent her from drawing the Queen’s lot?
Because her stamina isn’t great, we only need to create one opportunity.”
“Leave this to me.
My third skill, ‘Counsel to the Knight King,’ can temporarily remove others’ enhancement statuses and also restrict others’ luck,” Tristan whispered.
“Then I’ll leave it to you!”
Having finished their discussion, the three turned back as if nothing had happened.
“Ahem, let’s start the next round.”
“Wait.” Morgan sat languidly in her seat, elegantly crossing her beautiful legs, as if it were a noble throne.
“Baobhan Sith, it’s your turn to appear,” she said.
“Leave it to me, Mother!” Baobhan Sith, with her red hair and bright smile, said eagerly.
[ Baobhan Sith activated her skill, using “Blessed Successor” on all members of your boys’ team.
]
[ Your Noble Phantasms and skills have been temporarily sealed.
]
No!!!!!
Vicious, too vicious; this skill perfectly matched his stereotype of Baobhan Sith.
Forget Tristan’s enhancement removal skill; he couldn’t even use Intuition now.
“What should we do?” The two Knights of the Round Table looked at him in unison.
“Then there’s no choice; we can only snatch the lots before Morgan makes her move…
Even if her Fairy Eyes can see through the Queen’s lot, they can’t stop us from taking them first.”
Simply put, it was a gamble of luck.
[ A new round of drawing lots has begun.
]
[ Which lot 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.
The three boys, relying on their high agility, snatched the lots closest to them first.
[ Unfortunately, you did not draw the Queen’s lot.
]
[ Your number is five.
]
[ You looked at the others in the boys’ team; none of them had drawn the Queen’s lot either.
You were all disheartened.
]
“Oh oh oh!” Mordred’s excited shouts came from the other side of the table.
“Haha, it’s finally my turn to be King!”
She excitedly waved the Queen’s lot, grinning happily and revealing her cute fangs.
“Congratulations, Mo Chan,” Eikou said.
“Please call me Your Majesty the King!”
Having drawn the lot, this child was overjoyed.
Eikou shook his head with a wry smile.
She cleared her throat, imitating Artoria’s dignified tone, and shouted: “Then, by the King’s name, I command—Number two, quickly give me…
no, quickly give His Majesty a drink!!”
Eikou glanced at his number five lot, relieved that it wasn’t him.
Morgan, beside him, put down her lot with a gloomy expression.
It clearly read: Two.
It was Morgan!
“Huh?
Mother actually fell for it?!” Mordred was stunned.
“…”
“…”
The entire room fell silent.
“Win!!!!”
The three boys were stunned at first, then burst into cheers of joyful surprise—though, to be precise, Tristan still maintained the idol persona of a melancholic handsome man.
This is what it means to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat!
Morgan had remained untouched until now, never becoming the target of the Queen’s Game’s penalty, but she never expected to be ruthlessly sabotaged by her own daughter.
As expected of Mordred, she’s truly ‘filial’.
Tristan couldn’t help but feel a sudden respect.
“I said Lord Mordred was amazing.
Don’t let her usual smoking, fighting, and idleness fool you; when it comes to serious business—like sabotaging family and kings—she excels at everything.
I’m almost tempted to play a tune for her.”
“You…” Gawain smiled at Mordred for the first time.
“Mordred, this is the first time in my life I’ve felt emotions akin to ‘awe’ or ‘gratitude’ towards you.”
“You guys!”
Even Eikou couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up: “What a filial daughter!”
“I get it, you’re all trying to die!!!” Mordred roared in exasperation, her youthful face flushed crimson, as she immediately drew Clarent.
“Put down the sword, Mordred.”
As the words fell, Morgan slowly put down her wine glass.
While everyone was still mercilessly mocking Mordred, she had already finished her drink.
Morgan’s beautiful and alluring face was flushed from having just drunk, and her breathing became uneven.
Eikou, who was closest to her, couldn’t help but feel that even after drinking, Morgan’s scent wasn’t the stench of alcohol, but a sweet, stimulating wine fragrance.
“You finished it already?” Eikou was a little surprised, thinking that she hadn’t even collapsed yet.
“This is an easy task for the Queen,” Morgan said calmly.
Stop pretending, okay?
Your face is almost red from the water of life, and the way you’re pursing your cherry lips to hold back tears is just too adorable, so adorable that readers might even scold the author for writing an OOC character, saying, ‘Morgan isn’t like this at all’.
[ Morgan activated the skill ‘From the End’, granting herself one Battle Continuation effect.
]
“That makes sense then.”
But this skill can usually only be used once.
She can endure it this time with Battle Continuation, but next time might be different.
Gawain suddenly leaned in and said, “Don’t be too optimistic.
As far as I know, Baobhan Sith still has one evasion skill she hasn’t used.
So, we still need to defeat Mother at least two more times.”
“I see…” Eikou nodded with a serious expression.
After all, she is the King of the Lostbelt; she certainly won’t be easy to take down.
“We can only put our hopes in our team’s ace, for Student Mo to keep up the good work.”
“I’ll kill you!” Mordred said exasperatedly.