Chapter 89: Men Should Meet Honestly!
In the Simulation Room.
With the help of a group of Casters, the two supervisors finally finished adjusting the live broadcast feed.
"Alright, after a few minor mishaps, the commentary for the race will resume…
"Thanks to Da Vinci-san and the other magi, the projection has been temporarily overlaid with a magic mosaic, appropriately covering certain parts of Sir Roland. Everyone can relax and continue watching, rest assured you won't be seeing Roland's 'mini holy sword' drawn from its scabbard again."
Finn-sensei spoke with some embarrassment:
"Okay, let's get back to watching the race."
The race visuals came back on.
On one side was Eikou — looking like he was about to cry — together with two Knights of the Round Table, pedaling desperately to avoid being caught by the Twelve Paladins behind them.
More precisely, to avoid being caught by a stark-naked Roland.
On the other side was Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins team, closing in while loudly taunting.
At the front of the bicycle stood Roland — his lower half obscured by a thick mosaic — swinging Durandal while drawing ever closer to Eikou's group.
"Hahaha… This Saber named Roland is truly a free-spirited beauty, inside and out."
"I must admit, whether it's the holy sword Durandal in his hand, or the 'mini holy sword' Diorandal beneath his waist, both have given us quite the visual impact."
"Even though we Celts are famous for our boldness, he… truly doesn't treat himself like an outsider."
Finn-sensei commented with visible discomfort.
"Haha, I don't know all the details, but I've heard Roland was once Charlemagne's most famous knight. However, after the one he loved ran away with an ordinary soldier, he went mad, stripped off all his clothes, and ran around causing chaos. Since then, it seems he's awakened a hobby… for running naked."
Napoleon explained.
"So that's it. Now I understand why the front row is filled with students from France. Perhaps you people are already used to this hobby, whereas we students from Britain can only react with fear and try to keep as far away as possible."
"That's right," Napoleon nodded,
"The visual impact Roland leaves upon first meeting him is even more shocking than the mental corruption caused by Cthulhu-type Servants. I'm honestly curious whether Eikou and his group will be able to endure it."
From the projection came the terrified screams of Eikou and his group.
"You pervert, don't come near us!!"
"Sir, I am not a pervert, please don't insult a knight so casually. Don't look at me like this—actually, my self-esteem is very fragile."
Standing at the front of the bicycle, without a single thread on his body, Roland put his hands on his hips, showing off 'Peter' in the wind, and said with dignity.
"Your self-esteem was thrown into the toilet by you and flushed away a long time ago, okay," Eikou shouted with a red face, "no matter how you look at it, you're just an exhibitionist pervert!"
"Don't misunderstand, it's not that I wanted to strip, but that there was a compelling reason…"
Roland explained seriously:
"At the checkpoint, the penalty was to take off one piece of clothing you were wearing."
"Don't tell me they made you take off your underwear?"
"I'd already taken off my shirt and pants—if I didn't take off my underwear as well, wouldn't it feel uncomfortable?" Roland retorted innocently. "Why don't you gentlemen also strip completely—since we are men, we should meet each other honestly, and then burn with the flames of battle using our swords!"
"Exactly which 'sword' do you want to fight me with? Why does what you say sound so easy to misunderstand?!"
"Haha, of course the hardest sword you gentlemen have."
"The more you talk, the more embarrassing this gets…"
Eikou was so flustered by this guy that he didn't even dare look at him straight.
A blond man full of philosophy and freedom—it's really a pity if he doesn't go act in some strange films.
Really impressive that the students of class France can endure this naked pervert—so this is the kind of tolerance a Servant has?
"What should we do, Sir Eikou,"
Tristan called worriedly from the back,
"Not just the Twelve Paladins, but all the other France teams are closing in on us. Their speed is too fast!"
"Damn it, it's all because of that Roland guy…"
Eikou said, sweating:
"The French are used to Roland running naked, only we're the ones affected. Now I understand why there aren't any Britain students in the lead—it's because there's a naked man scaring them so much they don't dare get close."
Hearing this, Roland only laughed heartily.
"Ahahaha, this is the secret to victory Napoleon-sensei taught me: 'If you strip completely in a major competition, no one will dare come near you'! That's right, victory is already in my 'Peter'!"
"You've already lost everything in life, okay, and after this competition no one will dare come near you again!"
[You and your teammates are being severely interfered with by Mad Knight Roland, causing a drop in performance.]
[Meanwhile, class France acts as if they don't see Roland's naked body and naturally closes in.]
[If they get any closer, the encirclement to eliminate you will be formed.]
"..."
Seeing the situation becoming more serious, Eikou gritted his teeth in frustration.
If they didn't think of a way to break the deadlock and drive off the French opponents, the three of them would lose everything!
Even if Tristan took Roland down, it wouldn't stop the French players rushing in—the encirclement was only a matter of time.
Damn it, it's all because of that Roland!
"Wait…"
An idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
Though it couldn't exactly be called a good idea, it seemed to be the only way right now to break the stalemate.
He bit his lip, finally made up his mind, and then stood with both feet on the bicycle seat.
Immediately after, Eikou unfastened his belt.
Seeing him suddenly take off his belt, Tristan couldn't help but be shocked, his golden eyes widening.
"S-Sir Eikou, what are you going to do? Don't tell me you're going to strip too?"
He quickly asked,
"You can't do that, Sir Eikou! Our Round Table Knights' club is a proper organization, how could we allow you to do something so indecent!"
Eikou thought silently, "What the hell is a 'proper organization' supposed to mean?"
"Can't you see," Gawain immediately said seriously, "Sir Eikou intends to strip off all his clothes, using 'Greatest Eikou's Holy Sword' to cause an immense mental shock to the French students, a grand act of self-sacrifice to break through France's encirclement!"
"I see, pervert and pervert will cancel each other out." Tristan nodded like he'd been enlightened.
"What on earth are you people thinking,"
Eikou retorted with a red face,
"I absolutely do not intend to go naked like that naked guy over there! I'm going to keep my clothes on!"
As he spoke, he took the black necktie from around Gawain's neck,
"Gawain, lend me your tie! Now watch me in action!"
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