“A moment of brilliant shine,
Once spent with everyone,
But unknowingly I spent it alone,
That irreplaceable moment,
Now I can only reminisce about the past beauty,
I will embrace the feeling”
The jukebox’s vinyl record was still spinning leisurely.
At the Social Gathering table, the Queen’s Game had entered a heated stage.
“…” “…”
Both sides were in a stalemate, not speaking, neither daring to make a move.
Mochizuki Eikou could only drink the water of life one more time at most.
Morgan’s situation wasn’t much better; although she had Baobhan Sith’s support skill, it was only enough for her to last one more round.
“Damn it, it seems Baobhan Sith’s skill set is quite practical,” Eikou muttered softly.
“Not only can it seal all of the opponent’s Noble Phantasms and skills, but it can also provide evasion support to allies…
If only I could learn it.”
Thinking this way, pursuing Baobhan Sith’s romance route is indeed very necessary.
[Another 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 Two this time.
[You did not draw the Queen’s lot.]
[Your number is One.]
“Mother, look, look, it’s me!”
It was Baobhan Sith’s turn this time.
She showed off the Queen’s lot in her hand with a brilliant smile, as if she had just accomplished something earth-shattering and magnificent, like a little girl eager to show off in front of her Mother.
“Well done,” Morgan praised, “Give them the order.”
“Ahem…”
Baobhan Sith solemnly imitated her Mother’s posture, conjuring the Queen’s aura out of thin air, and imperiously commanded:
“By the name of the Queen’s successor, I order—Number One, Number Two, and Number Three, all of you drink!”
What?!
Eikou looked at the Number One lot in his hand with a horrified expression.
Does Baobhan Sith also have Fairy Eyes, seeing through the numbers the boys drew?
With such a powerful skill set and also Fairy Eyes, this is too outrageous!
“…”
After a short while, Morgan silently picked up her wine glass.
Then Mo Chan glared at Baobhan Sith with a grumble and also raised the wine glass in her hand.
“Mother!
How could you have drawn it!” Baobhan Sith looked at Morgan, who had raised her wine glass, and began to panic.
“…”
Eikou was stunned.
“So that’s what it was…”
He was startled; he thought Baobhan Sith also had an overpowered skill like Fairy Eyes.
He didn’t expect that she was simply playing a big game by imitating her Mother out of admiration.
Harming the enemy by eight hundred and losing a thousand himself would be one thing, but dragging Mother into it was the most embarrassing part.
It felt like he didn’t even need to make a move; Morgan’s daughters could already sabotage her to death.
But unfortunately, he was also blindly targeted.
“Keep it up, Sir Eikou!
We’re almost there!” The two Knights of the Round Table cheered with nervous voices.
They both saw it; he had continuously drunk several cups of spirytus, and all his evasion methods were exhausted.
At this point, he was already at the end of his rope.
“Don’t panic…
watch me work.” Saying that, he drank the spirytus in one gulp.
[You have consumed strong liquor multiple times, and your body is no longer able to withstand the alcohol.]
[This endurance check will become an extremely difficult check, equivalent to rolling a critical success.]
[Perform an extremely difficult endurance check.]
A die fell before his eyes.
Succeed, succeed, succeed…
His heart pounded nervously as he repeatedly prayed that the god of dice would show him mercy.
Whether the two great Knights of the Round Table could return with their clothes on and preserve their chastity (it’s okay if that wasn’t preserved, actually) depended on this die!
[Extremely difficult endurance check successful!]
[Drunkenness surged towards you like a tidal wave, but you managed to hold it back, miraculously keeping your mind clear.]
[‘If you drink again, the next check will be skipped, and it will be automatically considered a failure’]
Holy crap, it actually succeeded!
“Bang!”
Under the respectful gazes of everyone, Eikou placed the empty wine glass on the table, standing upright and still unyielding.
However, he was indeed on the verge of collapsing; his head was already spinning into a muddled mess, his body was burning hot, and he was even starting to see double.
As the narration said, the next time he drank, he would inevitably fall.
“How are you, Mr.
Ingu?
Your complexion isn’t looking too good,” Queen Morgan said, feigning composure, though her eyes no longer held their previous ease.
“Are you almost at your limit?
I’ll allow you to surrender now, you know?”
Eikou wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and chuckled, “Ms.
Morgan, you’re the one being pushed to the brink by me—though most of the damage was contributed by your daughter—now, you have no defensive means left, do you?
Hahahahaha.”
“Mochizuki Eikou…
are you speaking to me?”
“I…
I’m talking to the third Morgan in the first row…”
Oh no, he’d drunk too much and was seeing several Morgans at once.
“They’re both so strong…” Gawain murmured to himself from the side, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone hold their own against Mother in a social setting…
Maybe we really can win!”
Gawain had a premonition that the next round would be the last.
Because both sides were already close to their limits, whether it was their bodies or their skills, everything that could be used had been used.
[Another 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 directly chose the lot closest to him.
And that was also the lot Morgan reached for.
Seeing this, he didn’t hesitate to snatch it first, then glanced at the mark on the lot, which clearly bore the Queen’s crown.
[You drew the Queen’s lot!]
[Please give your command.]
“…”
Hope was in his grasp!
Eikou was both nervous and excited, his head dizzy from the alcohol.
He had to grip the lot with both hands to prevent it from slipping from his trembling fingers.
“This is the most crucial strike.”
“But if I just randomly call out a number, not only will I not hurt Morgan, I’ll also accidentally injure my teammates.”
“Unfortunately, his Intuition skill was temporarily sealed, so he couldn’t pinpoint Morgan’s number.”
“Should I play it safe and just call out any number?”
“No… that won’t do.
He has no room for error left.
Luck can’t always be on his side, so he has to win this round.”
“Or, should I just go all in?”
“Hey, Eikou, hurry up!” Mordred urged impatiently.
“How about this, I have a great idea.” He raised the Queen’s skewer high.
“By the name of the ‘Queen,’ I order everyone here to drink!”
Morgan: “???”