Chapter 92: Dating Show
"Love?"
Everyone who heard the theme was dumbfounded.
"That's right, you did not mishear,"
Queen Morgan, sitting on the throne, coldly nodded. Her fair jade-like hand was toying with a key…
"I will allow each of you to say a few sweet words before me. I will score your performance. If there is a contestant who can make me give a high score, the maximum is ten, I will allow him to take the key to directly pass through the next checkpoint, and in addition, I will grant him a mysterious reward."
"But if any contestant displeases me, he will have to accept a severe punishment, and that is..."
Everyone: "Water of Life!"
"Though I am quite displeased with you cutting me off mid-sentence… it seems you have gone through enough to know how to answer quickly now."
Morgan nodded, continuing her explanation:
"The room next door is the dressing room. You may freely change into suitable outfits, and you may also choose any props you like, such as fresh flowers or teddy bears as gifts."
"This round of the game does not allow physical contact, nor any form of sexual harassment. All rules are to be decided by me alone, and the scoring standards depend entirely on my mood. The words of the Queen are absolute and ever-changing. Do you understand?"
All the boys hurriedly nodded, not daring to go against her.
"Then you may make your preparations and begin. As for the order, decide it by rock-paper-scissors."
In his heart, Eikou muttered: why is this getting more and more like a variety show, isn't this supposed to be a speed race?
The scheme behind this punishment game, he could see it clearly even with his eyes closed. Obviously, Morgan was abusing her private authority, wanting to use the excuse of a dating show to justifiably take advantage of him!
Morgan set up such a grand banquet, all just for this body.
Better to let Morgan go down as a contestant, while he sat on the judge's chair—maybe that would even feel a bit more thrilling!
[You have played rock-paper-scissors to decide the order of participation in the punishment game.]
[The order is: Gawain, Tristan, Roland, Eikou]
I'm the last one?
That's fine, I'll just watch how those three idiots before me act first.
Eikou really couldn't see any chance of them winning, in the end it would probably just serve as a comedy to watch.
... Wait, something seems off. Forget about Bradamante, but why doesn't even Astolfo need to participate? Could it be that he's automatically counted as being on the girls' side!
"The first one to go on stage is me..."
Gawain hadn't even started yet but already lowered his head gloomily.
Eikou could also understand his mood.
Because this scene would be broadcast live, and in front of so many people he had to flirt with his own mother—this was truly an explosion-level embarrassment.
"Can't I change the guest? The one I want to flirt with is a young big-breasted girl, why do I have to flirt with my mother in front of everyone..."
Gawain spoke full of regret.
It really was a hellish sight, impossible to look at directly.
Eikou patted his shoulder.
"Alright, alright, we understand how you feel, but don't forget our mission, which is to endure humiliation and persevere until the very end!"
"But..."
Gawain was still very unwilling.
"Sir Gawain, this is a necessary sacrifice," Tristan also spoke,
"Every second you hesitate is another second for the enemies behind to catch up. Don't forget, we still have to help Jeanne Alter resolve the crisis, and use this chance to build good relations with the French girls, with the married womans. All of this is for our pairing plan!"
"Think about those beautiful onee-san, Marie Antoinette, Brynhildr, Kriemhild, in the future all of them could become reality!"
In his heart, Eikou muttered: Tristan, don't shove your own preferences into persuading others!
That was truly a very long list, rattled off as if recited by heart. Tristan, just how much do you usually observe the women of the other class? Moreover, some of those on the list still have husbands in this school, who might even be watching our live broadcast right now—be careful or you'll be cut into pieces!
"The pairing plan..."
Gawain murmured, and a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Brothers, thank you for enlightening me, the distracting thoughts in my heart have vanished. Whether it is Mother-sama or the Lostbelt King, right now she is nothing more than an opponent blocking my way,"
"Watch closely, I will claim victory in the name of the Knight of the Sun!"
After saying that, Gawain strode swiftly toward the dressing room.
A gallant figure, full of determination, like a great knight about to enter a duel!
A minute later, dressed neatly in a suit, hair slicked back with gel, holding a bouquet of roses in his hands, Gawain walked out from the dressing room. His eyes carried firm resolve, as if he had thrown away all shame, leaving only the determination to win.
Gawain, you truly are a real hero!!
Only to see the Knight of the Sun stride straight to Morgan, a bright smile hanging on his face.
"This beautiful and elegant lady, I..."
Before he could even lift the bouquet,
Morgan silently raised the scorecard.
Zero points.
"Why, Mother-sama, I clearly haven't even done anything yet?!"
"How should I put it… just seeing your face, I can't get into character at all."
Morgan let out a small sigh,
"Gawain, my son, to flirt with your own mother in front of so many people, don't you feel that is utterly shameful?"
"At the very least, as a mother, I truly feel awkward, and also embarrassed on your behalf. There's no one in this world who would so frivolously try to flirt with their own mother. I beg you, from now on, don't do such disgraceful things that bring shame upon this family."
In his heart, Eikou cursed: You're not a human!! Isn't our Gawain a hundred times more embarrassed than you are?!
You already knew this would be so awkward, yet you still staged this 'dating show'!
"Enough, hurry and move on to the next one. Being flirted with by my own son, even I, with the status of Queen, feel unbearably awkward."
A crushing defeat, an utter and complete defeat!
He had painstakingly gathered all that courage, yet within less than a second he had lost the game, and even his dignity was stomped on brutally!
… Thud.
Gawain collapsed stiffly onto the ground, then fell completely silent.
Th-this… did he actually faint from embarrassment shock?!
"Gawain, nooo!!!"
The boys hurried to lift him up, immediately performing CPR, desperately trying to pull him back from the brink of cardiac arrest.
"Gawain, you've already sacrificed too much for our team, this brother of yours truly cries out all his tears for you!"
Eikou clutched tightly at Gawain lying sprawled on the ground, eyes brimming with tears, his face showing the ultimate grief.
Meanwhile, Tristan quietly closed Gawain's eyes.
"Sir Gawain, I have felt the tragic resolve within you…"
Right after, that red-haired knight suddenly stood up, his back carrying a heavy air.
"Your dying wish, shall be inherited by me—Tristan, son of Rivalan!"
"He's not even dead yet!!" Eikou shouted.
As if shouldering the soul of his fallen comrade, Tristan strode forth like a lone brave warrior continuing the fight.
"In the name of the Round Table Knight, I shall wash away this humiliation, and defeat that cunning, despicable witch in your stead!"