Morgan’s beautiful, aquamarine eyes finally showed a hint of panic.
“If you do that, your teammates might also suffer.”
Eikou just smiled and shook his head.
“Not likely.
The Knights of the Round Table have very strong physiques.
They’ll most likely pass a single endurance check.”
“But you, Ms.
Morgan, are different.
Your Endurance is only E.
If you drink, you’ll definitely lose!
They are, after all, just my consumables.
It’s their honor to take you down with them!”
“This Eikou is indeed a scumbag,” Tristan sighed.
“But he’s also a respectable and daring scumbag!” Gawain said seriously.
Seeing that she couldn’t sway his decision, the proud Queen Morgan bit her cherry lips unwillingly.
As mentioned before, she and her daughters had used all their available skills and had no means of defense left.
“Ugh… I can’t believe I’ve been pushed to this point…”
Queen Morgan picked up the spirytus with an alcohol content of 96%.
“…”
Eikou hesitated, then placed his hand on her wrist, where she held the cup.
“…However, I am a gentleman, and getting a lady drunk is not my style.
How about we meet halfway?
You return our clothes, and in exchange, I’ll drink the water of life for you.
Gawain and Tristan can leave the Social Gathering with their clothes on, and I’ll accompany you to the second round after I sober up, alright?”
Eikou felt that at a time like this, he should show his masculinity and not make things too difficult for Morgan.
Getting a woman drunk was not something a man should do.
Besides, no matter what, she liked him very much, so he was willing to compromise a bit.
“Eikou…”
[Morgan felt your thoughtfulness and gentlemanly demeanor, and her favorability towards you increased.]
[You felt Morgan’s strong and fervent love.]
[If her children weren’t present, what was about to happen might have been a bit R-rated.]
[But to your kind suggestion, she merely smiled faintly.
A Queen needs no one’s sympathy or pity.
And so, without hesitation, she drank the strong liquor, downing it in one gulp.]
“I am a Queen,” Morgan slowly put down the empty glass.
Her pretty face was flushed, but she didn’t fall.
Instead, she maintained the dignified bearing of royalty.
“This level of alcohol is nothing to me.”
Eikou was shocked.
She didn’t even get drunk.
Could it be that her luck exploded and she passed the endurance check?
Damn it, the Queen’s game had to continue to the next round.
This time, it would probably be their turn to pay the price!
Morgan stood up from her seat, her azure eyes beginning to glaze over, a misty haze appearing.
“O clouds of Orkney… please…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the flushed Morgan fell straight forward.
Eikou, who was closest to her, was startled at first, then quickly rushed forward and caught her, preventing the Queen from falling awkwardly to the ground.
“After all that, she still fell for it…” Eikou showed a wry smile.
Even after drinking so much, you kept up the pretense until the last moment.
You really tried hard.
“We…” The two Knights of the Round Table, now only in their underwear, couldn’t help but glance at each other, then cheered: “We won!
We can finally get our clothes back!”
[You successfully defeated Morgan, King of the Lostbelt.
You are rewarded with three Inspiration Dice.]
[“Inspiration Dice”: Using this die allows you to reroll a result once.]
[Current Inspiration Dice count: 3]
[You led the male team to victory, earning the awe of all present.]
[Your “Leadership E” has been upgraded to “Leadership B”.]
Inspiration Dice?
That’s equivalent to giving himself three chances to change a result?
“Take your Mother back to rest,” Eikou placed the unconscious Morgan on a chair.
They were so close that he could clearly smell her sweet and warm drunken breath.
“I say, you two wouldn’t mind me getting your Mother this drunk, would you…?”
“Haha, don’t worry, Sir Eikou,” Gawain said with a bright smile, “It’s a gentleman’s game, why would anyone care about that?”
“You’re only in your underwear and you can still smile.
That statement is truly exceptionally convincing…”
“And Mother also had a lot of fun,” Gareth, who was watching from the side, said.
“She still looks very aloof, but in reality, she gets quite engrossed and serious when playing.
It shows she really wanted to win the game, doesn’t it?”
“Rather, Mother really wanted to play with Sir Eikou.”
“Is that so.”
Baobhan Sith: “…”
Suddenly feeling a sharp gaze from behind, Eikou turned his head and only saw Baobhan Sith drinking her beverage with her head down.
Eikou looked at her thoughtfully.
He suddenly remembered the original purpose of the Social Gathering, which was to connect with Baobhan Sith, but he had been battling Morgan and her daughters in games the entire time… Oh well, at least he had successfully taken down Morgan.
Now all he had to do was figure out how to talk to Baobhan Sith.
“Cough, cough…”
Eikou suddenly felt a dry throat.
The several gulps of water of life he had drunk earlier had almost burned him to death, and his tongue still had a bitter, spicy taste.
He casually picked up a glass of water from the table and took a sip, diluting the taste in his mouth.
“Oh, Sir Eikou,” Tristan looked at the glass in his hand.
“I didn’t realize you liked drinking so much.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve already drunk so much water of life, and you still want a refill.
What a drunkard.”
“??”
Damn it, no!
He picked up the wrong glass.
What he drank wasn’t ordinary water at all, but the flammable “sobering water”!
Why hadn’t this sobering water (vodka) been taken away yet!
The most absurd thing was that after drinking so many rounds of water of life, drinking vodka now felt no different from plain water… He really didn’t taste anything wrong with the first sip…
[Warning🚨🚨]
[You have consumed strong liquor once again.]
[You have severely over-consumed alcohol.
Your metabolism can no longer keep up with the alcohol intake.]
[Your brain can no longer stay awake…]
“Pfft!”
It’s over.
After so many rounds, even dice couldn’t save him this time!
“…”
Eikou’s consciousness instantly blacked out, and his body swayed backward.
With a thud, he slumped into the chair, completely unconscious.
Aftermath
Looking at the unconscious Eikou and the tipsy Morgan next to him, everyone present couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Those two really went wild…”
Mordred looked at his sleeping face and suddenly couldn’t help but ask, “I suddenly have a question.
Haven’t we met Eikou a long time ago?”
“We met after school started.
Why do you ask?” Tristan said.
“No, nothing… It just struck me that he’s integrated into our group so naturally, without any sense of awkwardness, as if we’ve known each other for a very long time.
Do you feel that way too?”
Gawain next to her frowned.
Although he had never found Mordred reliable, he never doubted her first impressions, as she possessed the same Intuition as Artoria.
“Actually, I also have a similar impression… But it’s normal.
Sir Eikou is very good at making himself at home.” Gawain said, “No, perhaps we really did meet Sir Eikou a long time ago… We’ll ask him when he wakes up.”
“Speaking of which, tonight’s Social Gathering was really interesting.
It’s the first time I’ve seen Mother have so much fun.
It’s a wonderful memory.
However…” Gareth glanced at Eikou, who was blackout drunk and slumped in the chair like a dead man.
“But for Mr.Eikou, tonight’s Social Gathering should be a ‘very hard to recall’ memory…”
The vinyl record spun elegantly, reaching the end of the song:
“My hands will gently watch over you,
May you sleep soundly,
Once laughed, cried, got angry
I remember everything about you,
No matter how time changes, I will never forget, until my life is exhausted”