Chapter 122: Holy Sword Mini VS Water of Life
Suddenly, an utterly against-the-heavens idea flashed in Eikou's mind.
But this method was actually feasible.
"I… I think I might have thought of a way…"
Eikou glanced at the opponent's lower body, his expression suddenly showing a bit of struggle:
"But I really don't want to do this, it's way too immoral, compared to that, I feel like even if I lose right here it wouldn't matter…"
"What are you talking about, Sir Eikou!"
Barghest sternly corrected him:
"The enemy is right in front of us, how can you hesitate and waver? If you've thought of a way then you must say it immediately, this is not your battle alone, but the battle of the whole team, moreover it is the battle between two classes!"
"So, if you have a method then hurry and use it!"
"Alright, you're right…"
Eikou's tone still sounded very reluctant.
Jeanne Alter beside him suddenly had a bad premonition.
She knew Eikou was the type who liked to use all kinds of tricks, and moreover could continuously come up with sinister schemes, he would spare no price if it was to help her.
Yet at this moment, he was hesitating at the most crucial moment…
Then just how despicable was the trick he had thought up!
On the other side, Roland had already released the True Name of the holy sword Durandal, preparing to bombard Team Eikou with that terrifying surge of mana.
"Alright then, no more time to hesitate…"
Sensing the flow of mana from the opponent's Noble Phantasm, Eikou slowly stood upright from his saddle, his expression becoming extremely solemn.
In his hand he was holding a bottle of Water of Life.
"That's it then, I'll risk it all!"
Eikou spoke in the tone of one resolved to stake his life.
Immediately after, he suddenly leapt straight onto the opponent's bicycle.
"Don't even think about succeeding!"
Charlemagne, although not knowing what Eikou was trying to do, could clearly tell that this guy had definitely come to cause trouble, without hesitation he raised his greatsword.
[Charlemagne launches an attack toward you, please perform an Agility check.]
A die rolled down.
[Check failed!]
[The attack of King Charlemagne has struck you, inflicting considerable damage.]
Damn it, to make a mistake at a time like this!
Charlemagne still held back a little, not using the blade but the flat of the sword to strike hard at his side, the swordsmanship honed through long training of a Heroic Spirit recorded in human history was not something an ordinary human could withstand so easily.
[Please perform an Endurance check, if failed you will fall unconscious!]
Another die rolled down.
The result was E.
[Check Great success!]
[Although King Charlemagne's strike inflicted excruciating pain, you still endured it with grit, even managing to stand firmly and nimbly on their bicycle saddle. You deliberately swayed left and right to throw them off balance, forcing Charlemagne to hurriedly steady himself, leaving no time to deal with you.]
[Now, you can carry out your plan.]
Really a Great success?
Eikou let out a faint breath, silently wondering to himself why he always achieved Great success in such bizarre situations.
His ribs still ached from the blow earlier, but fortunately, it was bearable.
Now he just needed to focus on dealing with Roland!
"Oh oh, contestant Eikou has leapt straight onto the opponent's bike all by himself. What is he planning to do? In terms of strength, he's no match for the two over there, and he doesn't even have a proper weapon. Is he planning to use that bottle of Water of Life in his hand as a weapon?"
Finn stared with suspicion at his movements.
On the Twelve Paladins' bike, Eikou and Roland now stood face-to-face.
Roland's Holy Sword Durandal was fully released, brimming with an overwhelming amount of magical energy, ready to unleash a sure-kill strike to crush his opponent.
Meanwhile, all Eikou had in his hand was a bottle of Vodka — something that couldn't even be considered a weapon.
But, from another perspective, even Roland – the knight wielding Durandal – would collapse instantly if he took a sip of strong liquor.
"Yo, Eikou, what's with waving that bottle of booze in front of me? What are you trying to do?"
Roland asked in puzzlement.
"If you think you can tempt me to drink, then you're too naive! Even a Mad Knight like me understands the rule: 'drinking ruins the job.' How could I let myself get drunk at a time like this!?"
"…That's not for you to decide."
With that, Eikou twisted open the cap of the Water of Life.
"What, are you planning to force my mouth open and pour it down? I absolutely won't let you!"
The moment Roland finished speaking, he clamped his lips tightly shut, leaving not the slightest gap for Eikou to exploit.
But that didn't stop Eikou from lunging straight at him, raising the Elixir of Life high, pressing close to him,
"I'm truly sorry… Roland!"
Though he apologized with his mouth, his hands showed no mercy — Eikou ducked under Roland's sword swing and inserted the Vodka bottle straight into his 'Holy Sword Mini: Diorandal,' the holy sword has returned to its sheath, shocking everyone watching.
Even Roland was stunned by such a bizarre move. Thanks to his Diamond Body skill, he felt no pain, only bewilderment, and asked:
"Eikou, if that's your kind of preference, then you should go see Chevalier d'Eon or Astolfo over there. Sorry, but I can't accept your feelings."
"I don't need your feelings!! You pervert!!" Eikou instantly shot back.
"Ehem, Roland, it seems you've never paid attention in Biology class,"
Eikou explained seriously.
"Besides the stomach, your mucous membranes can also absorb alcohol. Not only that — they absorb it faster, causing your blood alcohol level to skyrocket explosively."
Hearing this, a bead of cold sweat rolled down Roland's cheek.
"M-meaning…"
"That's right. You thought by clamping your mouth shut I couldn't make you drink? NO! Even your ['Holy Sword Mini: Diorandal'] can absorb liquor, and it does so faster, and in greater amounts!"
Roland turned pale with horror.
Everyone around simultaneously sucked in a cold breath.
No wonder you hesitated earlier — it was because you came up with such a filthy trick! Even you yourself, the one who thought of it, found this method utterly immoral!
"Don't blame me, Roland…"
Eikou pointed at his naked body and said:
"As the ancients said, war is fair — for victory, I can use any means necessary. The only one to blame is yourself, for your usual habit of not wearing clothes. Because of that, your 'Holy Sword Mini' has no 'sheath' to protect it. Just like when Artoria's Excalibur lost Avalon — no longer an invincible body!"
"Artoria would never have such a pathetic 'holy sword' and 'sheath'!" Charlemagne ranted.
"Damn it, I'm starting to feel dizzy…"
In just a moment, Roland's body grew light and unsteady.
He was getting drunk!
"I… how can I… how can I…"
His eyes lost focus, his body swayed, struggling to balance on the bike.
"Hang in there! Don't lose to them!"
Charlemagne cried out in panic, but he had his hands full keeping the bike upright, unable to do anything to help Roland.
"Don't lose, Roland!" he shouted. "At least unleash your Noble Phantasm first — take down the enemy before anything else!"
"I… I won't lose…"
Thud!
Before he could finish, Roland collapsed.
He fell headfirst into the water, completely unconscious, his face flushed red like a drunkard.
"Farewell, Roland,"
Eikou said with elegance, even bowing with solemn courtesy,
"Cheers to your holy sword…"
"Damn it, which 'holy sword' of his are you even talking about!?"
Charlemagne couldn't hold back his rant anymore, screaming inside: this scene was simply too much of a disaster!