Chapter 185: League Champion
[Caster Medea Lily, Saber Pollux, Assassin Yu Ji]
[Under your command are now three wives.]
[You now have the qualifications to challenge those three Gym Leader wives and ascend the throne of the League Champion!]
"Gym Leader wives my ass, is this game basically Pokémon Waifu or what!"
Eikou rubbed his forehead.
Still, why were there only three Gym Leaders? A game like this really ought to add one more to make a full Elite Four. If you're going to copy, at least copy all the way—half-baked like this is just annoying. So irritating!
[Though this place doesn't have what you call the Elite Four…]
[Besides the three Gym Leader wives, you must also face a stronger enemy, known as the "former Married Woman League Champion."]
"What the hell is a Wife League Champion! Where did this person even come from?!"
[Because you have defeated (Cucked) every rival along the way.]
[Technically, you could now declare victory and claim the Holy Grail.]
[However, just as Servant Mochizuki feared from the start, his quiet assistance to you has ultimately triggered the Holy Grail's special mechanism.]
[The moment all your rivals were eliminated, another contender highly compatible with the Holy Grail War was summoned here.]
[The "Married Woman League Champion"—only by defeating that person can you truly claim victory.]
"..."
He had plenty of sarcastic remarks in mind, but in the end he only sighed:
"Enough already… I just need to beat the remaining three wives and that so-called League Champion, right? Just defeat them and it's over, correct?"
It was time for the final showdown.
Time to end this bizarre "Holy Grail War of Love."
"Ready, Yu Ji-senpai?"
Eikou turned to the vampire girl standing beside him.
"Of course,"
Yu Ji replied without hesitation,
"I've seen enough of you messing around with those 'wives.' You claim to be a pure love warrior, but when it came to conquering other people's wives I didn't see you holding back at all."
"Well, I can't really deny that now…" Eikou said, a little embarrassed.
Pollux and Medea Lily—the two Greek beauties—smiled sweetly as they clung tightly to his arms, as cute and affectionate as kittens.
The heart-shaped gauge above their heads were already full, proof they were completely captivated by him.
Truly like a Love Potion in human form—killing without a blade.
"…Wait, did Jason drop something just now?"
He glanced at the spot where Jason had stood before being eliminated and saw an Essence Craft left behind.
On it was written: 「Sweet Devil Slot」
[Craft Effect: After spinning the slot machine, you will randomly receive an effect—it could be punishment or it could be a reward, the stage of fate beyond prediction.]
"This must be something Jason bought at the shopping center, like playing gacha,"
Eikou said thoughtfully,
"But both he and Medea have Luck rank A and A+, spinning the slot is almost guaranteed good fortune, so it's basically just an investment."
Unfortunately, man proposes but heaven disposes; our Captain of the Argo hadn't even managed to use this item before being eliminated.
He handed the Essence Craft back to Medea Lily, returning it to its owner.
"Medea, this Craft is for you… the final battle is coming soon, use it however you decide."
Whether Medea used it or not didn't matter; in any case Eikou was firmly determined not to.
After all his time playing dice games, the one thing he trusted least was his own luck.
...
After finishing all necessary instructions and making final preparations, Eikou drew a deep breath.
He stepped up to the door of the old school's gymnasium.
[This is the place of the final battle of the Holy Grail War of Love.]
[You slowly push open the gymnasium's heavy door, a dazzling light flooding your eyes.]
[You feel the powerful presence of several Servant wives—the very ones from "Love Sleeping 2 Royal Edition" who had defeated you time and again, leaving deep psychological shadows, even haunting your nightmares.]
In that blinding light, the silhouettes of three Servant wives fell across the polished wooden floor.
One held a long whip, one a great spear, one gripped a massive dragon-slaying sword…
Their magnificent, radiant figures seemed frozen in that moment.
[Queen of Revenge —— Kriemhild.]
[Valkyrie —— Brynhildr.]
[Queen who ruled the Celtic warriors —— Medb.]
[Their eyes looked at everyone as an enemy, their smiles full of resentment, the motion of the whip straight out of the world of BDSM—clearly they were top-tier in the married woman world!]
[In the realm of married women, they are like the "Golden Trio," and their man-countering Noble Phantasms will surely give you unexpected surprises!]
"Uwaaahhh…"
The instant Eikou saw them he broke into a cold sweat; to his eyes these three wives were more terrifying than billions of Tezcatlipoca.
[Now is the perfect chance to face your fear and wash away past humiliation.]
[But at the same time, if they catch you here, you might never recover for the rest of your life.]
[Face them openly, settle victory and defeat!]
"No, there's still one more Servant not yet revealed…"
Eikou could still sense the presence of an extraordinarily powerful Servant here.
If these three Gym Leaders were already this troublesome,
then how fearsome and famous would the League Champion be?!
No, perhaps it might even be…
A mournful melody suddenly rang through the grand hall.
A sorrowful red-haired knight sat upon the throne, gently plucking the strings of a ghostly harp.
"May I ask, are you the contestant who covets my throne?"
What the hell, isn't that Tristan? Why are he showing up here?!
So the so-called Married Woman League Champion wasn't a Servant wife at all, but a "Servant who loves Married Woman"?!
"Tristan, Tristram, you pervert, what the hell are you doing here for fun?!" Eikou shouted toward the "League Champion" seated on the throne.
"Not Tristan, my stage name now is Beloved Isolde!"
The red-haired knight seriously refuted,
"How did you immediately see through my True Name—could it be that we've met before?"
"We have met, but I really don't want to acknowledge an acquaintance at a time like this! Why are you taking part in this humiliating contest, Tristan? If Artoria saw this scene back home she'd be in tears! She didn't knight you as a Round Table Knight to see you turn into this pervert!"
"Sir, aren't you also participating yourself?!"
Tristan immediately grasped the situation,
"You seem to have misunderstood… I am the League Champion just summoned by the Holy Grail, not the same Tristan you know. There's no need to treat me as an acquaintance, and you certainly can't go tattling to my King about me!"
In his heart Eikou cursed: you're exactly the same, you're absolutely the Tristan I know!
"So… you're the final enemy?!"