Chapter 11: The Oldest King of Humanity, Louis XVI
Eikou quietly drew closer, holding Scathach's slender waist, letting that silent moment pass amid an indescribable tremor.
He used the most delicate and gentle sensation, slowly savoring that vague yet unforgettable aftertaste.
Just like that, after quite a long while, he finally released the other's lips with reluctance.
"Scathach…"
He leaned close to the ear of the Queen of the Land of Shadows, softly whispering as he brushed against her.
"Next time, don't stand me up so easily again. That date you owe me—you'll have to pay it back with interest."
"Hmph, you've got quite the nerve."
Her bewitchingly beautiful face curved into a faint smile, lovely like rosy clouds drifting across the peak of a cold, snowy mountain.
"Then when the time comes, let's set aside a period for it. In the name of the Queen of the Land of Shadows, I'll let you experience the most wonderful and romantic date, and I absolutely won't let you be disappointed."
"Mm… I'll be very much looking forward to it."
[Scathach seems very satisfied with your answer, affection toward you increases greatly.]
[However, business is business—after the kiss, you were still severely punished for half an hour, and afterward you'll have to work twice as hard to make up for this mistake.]
[You even start to wonder whether she thinks this is some kind of interesting play.]
[The two of you locked the door in the teachers' office and spent a period of intimate time…]
[Just like that, a very long time passed…]
"All right."
Scathach's face was slightly flushed as she used force to knock him hard on the head.
"Brat, how long do you plan on groping me? I don't think you've realized how serious this situation is yet. This whole mess today—how do you plan to wrap it up?"
"How else could it be wrapped up? Of course I'll go apologize to Gilgamesh myself."
Eikou rubbed his hair. "If I go apologize in person, it should be fine. Otherwise, Tristan would probably really die without even a corpse left."
"You really do care about those bad friends of yours."
Scathach shook her head, both angry and helpless. "Your heart is too soft—that's not a good thing."
"Because it's really fun being with them!"
Eikou grinned, answering without the slightest hesitation.
Immediately after, his expression turned serious as he carefully asked, "This Open Class has been completely ruined—what price do we have to pay?"
"If you can obtain the forgiveness of King Gilgamesh, then it will certainly be handled lightly, but…"
The beautiful Shishou's voice suddenly turned cold. "Don't think this matter can be so easily brushed aside."
"Are you planning to replace Finn-sensei and take over the Britain Class?"
"Idiot, you should focus on figuring out how to obtain the forgiveness of the King of Uruk first."
Scathach closed her eyes in thought. "As for the punishment for you all, I have other plans."
...
[No matter what, you have temporarily passed Scathach's test.]
[Given Scathach's personality, she definitely won't forgive you so easily. Next, she will most likely arrange a strict and brutal trial in the style of the Land of Shadows.]
[But the urgent matter at hand is to go apologize to King Gilgamesh first.]
[At one in the afternoon, the boys hurried to the infirmary of Chaldea Academy, hoping to receive his forgiveness.]
The infirmary was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant alcohol. The not-so-large space held several clean hospital beds, each separated by thin, light fabric curtains.
Through the thin curtains shielding privacy, Eikou and the others vaguely saw a patient propping himself up, sitting half-upright on a hospital bed.
Judging by the side profile, it was undoubtedly Gilgamesh, who had already awakened.
"Your Majesty Gilgamesh, we hereby solemnly offer our apologies to you!"
Eikou, dressed neatly, pressed Tristan's head down and hurriedly made him apologize properly.
"We absolutely had no malicious intent. It was all because this unlucky guy caused it that such an accident happened. Please, Hero King, spare him this once—this red-haired bard will obediently lick your shoes later!"
"..."
However, Gilgamesh, sitting at the head of the bed, showed no reaction whatsoever.
The air was frighteningly silent.
Seeing that the other party still did not speak after quite a while, Eikou and Tristan looked at each other.
Could it be that Goldie was still angry and therefore unwilling to pay them any attention?
Why did it feel like a rebellious child throwing a tantrum, hiding under the blanket to oppose their parents out of spite?
"King Gilgamesh?"
Both curious and nervous, Eikou lifted the curtain.
All he saw was the Hero King Gilgamesh sitting stiffly on the hospital bed, motionless, showing absolutely no reaction to these few visitors.
Eikou had never seen a King Gilgamesh this rigid before.
Silent, as if dead.
A bad feeling rose in his heart, and he immediately turned to ask, "Tristan, did you smash Goldie into a vegetative state?"
"Can Servants even become vegetative?"
Gawain, standing to the side, spoke up with some confusion.
"Then how do you explain this situation?"
Eikou waved his hand several times in front of Gilgamesh's eyes, but the other party still showed no response at all.
"How could that be…"
Tristan wiped cold sweat away. "Don't… don't spout nonsense. No matter what, he's the Hero King of Uruk—how could he be beaten into a vegetative state just because of one shot from me? Sir Eikou, don't scare me like that."
"But… he really isn't reacting at all..."
"Maybe he's just spacing out. Try giving him a pat?"
Gawain asked with a trace of hope.
"If he still doesn't react even then, does that mean we can declare that he has passed away…"
As Eikou said this, he slapped him once on the back.
Gilgamesh still showed absolutely no reaction.
Seeing this, he increased the force a little.
Smack.
Gilgamesh finally reacted.
They only saw his head suddenly fall off, landing squarely in Eikou's palm.
After that came a silence that was both long and short.
The scene suddenly became so incomprehensible that no one knew what to say.
How did the oldest king of humanity suddenly turn into the oldest Louis XVI of humanity?
"…Huh?"
Eikou froze.
His train of thought overloaded in an instant as he silently stared at the heavy head in his hand.
"GHYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
So frightened that he let out a strange scream, Eikou did not hesitate at all and directly threw the head to Tristan beside him.
"Don't throw it to me, Sir Eikou! That's terrifying!"
Tristan jumped in alarm. This noble head was something he neither dared to catch nor dared to let fall, so he decisively swung his arm and threw it to Gawain on the other side.
"What does this have to do with me? Don't throw Hero King's head to me!"
Gawain roared like a gorilla, then hurriedly tossed the head back to Eikou.
"Tristan, take a look at the wonderful mess you've caused, will you?!"
Terrified, Eikou hurriedly threw the head back toward Tristan again.
"It was clearly Sir Eikou who slapped His Majesty's head off—what does that have to do with me?!"
Tristan threw the head to Gawain again.
"If Tristan you hadn't thrown that cursed shot, would the Hero King's neck really be that weak?"
Gawain retorted, then neatly threw it back to Eikou.
"No way, are we playing basketball or something?!"
Saying that, Eikou was just about to throw the head to Tristan again, when he suddenly felt that something was off.
He lowered his head and looked at the cross-section of the neck on that head. It gleamed with a metallic sheen, and inside were nothing but cables.
This was… a robot head?
"Such unbearable noise, mongrel."
Only then did a clear yet cold female voice suddenly ring out from the hospital bed on the other side.
The three of them immediately turned their heads to look.
They saw the bed curtain being lifted by a pair of slender, snow-white hands.
What caught their eyes first was a face so beautiful it was astonishing, golden hair like grains of shining sand glittering under the afternoon sunlight, smooth white skin like milk adorned with dazzling golden ornaments, and red eyes bearing a sacred hue that looked down on them with the lofty bearing of a king.
No matter the angle, she was a peerless beauty capable of captivating hearts.
Eikou froze.
"You are…"
That arrogant way of speaking, calling others mongrel the moment she opened her mouth, that golden hair brighter than real gold itself—could this woman possibly be…
Eikou could hardly believe it. He raised a hand to rub his eyes, then looked carefully at the woman on the hospital bed.
She was wearing a loose black jacket and jeans. The white shirt underneath was visibly stretched taut by two full curves, an unbelievable sight. Whether it was her long, straight legs, the curves of her chest, or her slender waist, everything radiated a beautifully toned and feminine physique.
Eikou's gaze was instantly locked onto the opening of her shirt, at the place where the buttons could no longer be fastened over her chest.
Good heavens, this female Hero King… she was truly very "full"…
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