[Because of the effect of the "Harp of Healing," Gawain and Tristan received one chance to negate the effects of alcohol.]
[However, you have already used that opportunity and must drink this time.]
[Please make an Endurance check!]
[Because you have already had one round of drinks, the alcohol has already blurred your consciousness, so this check will be extremely difficult.]
A single die rolled down in front of his eyes.
Ei's heart instantly jumped into his throat.
If the check failed, he would inevitably collapse.
[Difficult Check Successful!]
[You barely managed to drink the Water of Life, feeling as though you were painfully swallowing fire. The intense alcohol stimulus rushed straight to your brain, making your whole body feverish, feeling like you might float away at any second.]
[Incredibly, you still maintained mental clarity.]
[But next time you drink, you might not be so lucky...]
["Should you drink again, the next Endurance check will become an Extreme Difficulty Check."]
"..."
Based on probability, unless he got explosively lucky, this would be his last chance.
"How are things, Sir Ei?" Tristan asked anxiously.
"The situation is excellent. I'm on the offensive."
Ei placed the empty glass on the table and glanced at Morgan.
He truly underestimated Queen Morgan. Her "Fairy Eye" could not only accurately draw the Queen stick but also launch area attacks on all three of them.
If Morgan drew the stick even one more time and called all three of them to drink, the boys' team would essentially lose.
But...
If his memory served him right, Morgan's Endurance wasn't very good (Endurance E), so she would likely collapse instantly after just one round of drinking.
She was essentially a glass cannon.
"Gawain, Tristan, come here for a moment,"
Ei pulled the two closer and whispered:
"Do you have any skills that can interfere with Morgan, to stop her from drawing the Queen stick? Since her Endurance is low, we only need to create one opportunity."
"Leave this to me. My third skill, 'Advice to the King of Knights,' can temporarily remove others' enhancement effects and also restrict their luck," Tristan whispered.
"Then it's up to you!"
Having finished their consultation, the three turned back as if nothing had happened.
"Ahem, let's start the next round."
"Wait,"
Morgan sat lazily in her chair, elegantly crossing her beautiful legs, as if it were a dignified throne.
"Baobhan Sith, it's your turn." she said.
"Leave it to me, Mother!"
Baobhan Sith, with her red hair and bright smile, said eagerly.
[Baobhan Sith activated a skill, using "Blessed Successor" on the entire 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 his Instinct now.
"What do we do?"
The two Round Table Knights looked at him in unison.
"There's nothing we can do. We can only grab the stick before Morgan can—even if her Fairy Eye can see the Queen stick, it can't stop us from taking it first."
Simply put, they had to rely on luck.
[A new round of drawing began.]
[Which stick do you choose to draw? 1. The one closest to you; 2. The one furthest from you; 3. The middle one.]
Ei chose one.
The three boys relied on their high Agility to snatch the sticks closest to them first.
[Unfortunately, you did not draw the Queen stick.]
[Your number is five.]
[You looked at the others on the boys' team. They did not draw the Queen stick either. You are frustrated.]
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Mordred's excited shout came from the other side of the table.
"Haha, it's finally my turn to be King!"
She excitedly waved the Queen stick, grinning happily and revealing her cute canines.
"Congratulations, Little Mo," Ei said.
"Call me Your Majesty the King!"
The child was ecstatic just from drawing the stick.
Ei shook his head with a wry smile.
She cleared her throat and, mimicking Artoria's authoritative tone, shouted:
"Then, in the name of the King, I command—Number Two, quickly drink... no, quickly drink for His Majesty!!"
Ei glanced at his number five stick and sighed in relief. Thank goodness it wasn't me.
Next to her, Morgan placed her stick down with a grim expression.
The number clearly written on it was: Two.
It was Morgan!
"Eh? It was Mother who got caught?!" Mordred froze.
"..."
"..."
The whole room fell silent.
"WIIIIIIIIIN!!!!"
The three boys were stunned for a moment, then burst into a joyful cheer—though to be precise, Tristan still maintained the image of a worried, handsome idol.
This was a turnaround from despair!
Up until now, Morgan had remained completely untouched, never once being the subject of the Queen's Game punishment, yet she was mercilessly screwed over by her own daughter.
Truly worthy of Mordred. That's some filial piety.
Tristan couldn't help but look at her with solemn respect:
"I told you Sir Mordred is impressive. Don't let her usual smoking, fighting, and slacking fool you. When it comes to real business—screwing over her family and her King—she excels at everything. I almost want to play a song for her."
"You!"
Gawain smiled at Mordred for the first time in his life: "Mordred, this is the first time in my life I've felt emotions toward you akin to 'awe' and 'gratitude.'"
"You guys!"
Even Ei couldn't help but give a thumbs-up: "Filial daughter!"
"I get it. You all want to die, don't you!!!"
Mordred roared, enraged and embarrassed. Her youthful face was beet red, and she immediately drew Clarent.
"Put the sword down, Mordred."
As she spoke, Morgan slowly put down the glass.
While the others were mercilessly taunting Mordred, Morgan had already finished her drink.
Morgan's beautiful and gorgeous face was flushed from the drink, and her breathing became uneven.
Ei, who was closest to her, couldn't help but feel that even after drinking, Morgan's scent wasn't boozy but a sweet, stimulating fragrance of wine.
"You finished it already?"
Ei was surprised, wondering how she hadn't collapsed.
"That is an easy task for the Queen," Morgan said calmly.
Stop trying to act tough! Your face is so red the Water of Life must be making you cry! You're so cute biting your pink lips and holding back your tears that readers will almost accuse the author of writing an out-of-character (OOC) scenario, saying 'Morgan isn't like this at all'!"
[Morgan activated the skill "From the Edge." She granted herself a one-time Battle Continuation effect.]
"That makes sense then."
But this skill could usually only be used once. She could endure it with Battle Continuation this time, but the next time might be different.
Gawain suddenly leaned in and said: "Don't be too optimistic. As far as I know, Baobhan Sith has one more Evasion skill that hasn't been used. Therefore, we still need to defeat Mother at least two more times."
"I see..."
Ei nodded seriously.
As the King of the Lostbelt, she certainly wouldn't be easy to take down.
"We can only pin our hopes on our team's ace—Little Mo—to keep up the good work!"
"I'll kill you!" Mordred yelled furiously.