Chapter 97: Preparing for the Party.
[June 26, 7:00 PM.]
[It was time once again for the once-a-month Party activity that everyone looked forward to.]
[Just as you were carrying a mix of nervousness and anticipation while getting ready to go, you unexpectedly heard a piece of bad news like a bolt from the blue.]
"What? You two can't come and participate again?"
Eikou stared wide-eyed at the two Knights of the Round Table.
"Very sorry, Sir Eikou…"
Gawain wore a heavy expression and shook his head.
"We failed the hunting competition, and later we have to attend remedial lessons with Chiron-sensei. There's no way we can make it to the Party."
"U…uwaaaaa, I'm so sad…!"
Tristan tried his best to suppress the pain in his heart, lightly plucking a string with deep sorrow.
"To think that not being able to go to the Party with your brothers would make you this sad."
Eikou could not help feeling a bit moved.
"No, I think Tristan is just thinking that Greek Class has a lot of married woman Servant, and not going would be a huge loss."
Gawain patted the shoulder of his desk mate. "It's fine, Tristan. Maybe there will be a Party for Middle East Class in the future. I've heard the 'density' of married woman there is even higher."
After saying that, he turned his head back and seriously advised Eikou.
"This time, we can't be your wingman anymore. You'll have to take good care of yourself."
"Haiz, that's really such a pity…"
Watching the two Knights of the Round Table leave, Eikou let out a disappointed sigh.
The two comrades who had fought side by side with him through two consecutive Parties, joining hands to defeat Morgan and Scathach—had they finally fallen now?
Without the necessary wingman support, it was foreseeable that this Party would definitely not go smoothly.
Even more likely, without the protection of the two Knights of the Round Table, he would very possibly be teamed up on by the girls, made drunk, then packed up and sent home.
This didn't even need to be a hypothetical, because without Gawain, God knows how many times he would have already been dragged away by the girls.
"..."
Just thinking about that possibility made cold sweat break out on Eikou's back.
For safety's sake, would it be better to obediently withdraw this time?
A single Party might not be decisive, but being alone meant there was a high chance he would have a very hard time preserving his chastity.
"Oh, isn't this today's hunting champion?"
Just as Eikou was still hesitating, a greeting with a slightly mocking tone suddenly came from behind.
Hearing the voice, Eikou turned his head and discovered it was the group of boys from Greek Class led by Jason.
Besides the familiar faces of Jason and Heracles, there were also Orion and Achilles, two fairly famous Greek Servant.
"What is it?"
Eikou asked with a rather guarded expression.
"I heard your conversation just now in its entirety, this young master did,"
Jason still spoke in his usual arrogant tone. "Ha ha, that's miserable. How exactly do you live that you can't even scrape together a single wingman?"
"Too lazy to argue with you."
Eikou shot him an annoyed glance and was about to turn around and leave.
"Wait, wait!"
Seeing him turn to go, Jason hurriedly called out to stop him.
"Since you're short on manpower anyway, right? If you're willing to lower your tone and ask properly, this young master here would also be magnanimous enough to act as a wingman for you, you know?"
What the hell is this, why is this guy suddenly taking the initiative to offer help?
"Uh…"
Eikou was a bit surprised and looked at him with a suspicious gaze. "Jason, what exactly are you planning?"
"I'm the one who should be asking what you're planning. Originally, our team was about to be dragged off by Chiron for remedial lessons too. But then you told Chiron that half of the achievements in this hunting belonged to us, and thanks to that we escaped disaster. Why did you say that?"
"Ah, it's nothing…"
Eikou shrugged. "Anyway, the championship was already mine. Helping others a little isn't a problem. Besides, you guys did make me turn misfortune into luck—that's an objective fact too."
Jason showed an uncomfortable expression. "Tch, this feeling of being repaid with virtue after returning enmity is really unpleasant. It makes me look like a piece of trash worthy of pity…"
"So you do know."
"Anyway…"
Jason pointed straight at him and said loudly.
"In Greece, owing someone else a favor usually doesn't end well. So just secretly rejoice—this time, to repay the favor, we Greek Handsome Mans will act as wingmen for you and go all out to help you reap love at the Party!"
"No need."
Eikou shook his head and refused immediately, without the slightest hesitation.
"Why refuse?!"
"It's not that I'm looking down on you guys…"
Eikou glanced over Jason and the group of friends standing beside him.
"But looking at you, you don't really seem like the type who's good at mingling at a Party, the social butterfly type, do you?"
"So you ARE looking down on us, aren't you?! Don't judge us by appearances—our lineup is strong…"
As he spoke, Jason pointed at Heracles standing beside him.
"Great Hero!"
Then he pointed at Achilles. "Invincible Running Man!"
Then at Orion. "Has a wife who's a goddess!"
Finally, with a face full of pride, Jason pointed at himself, looking as if he wished he could turn a spotlight straight onto his own body, and loudly declared: "Future king!"
"It does sound impressive, but none of those labels seem to have anything to do with a Party, do they? And wait a second—what is someone with a wife even doing at a Party?!"
Orion's gaze turned sharp. "Because I want to get to know married woman!"
"That's such a bastard thing to say, yet it sounds oddly righteous. Are you also a member of the married woman club?!"
"All right…"
In the end, it was still Heracles who stepped in, pressing Jason's head down hard with one hand and forcing him to bow in apology.
Heracles spoke to Eikou in a calm, serious, and authoritative voice. "What happened on the island earlier caused you trouble. I've already disciplined Jason on your behalf. If you don't mind, please allow us to repay this debt of gratitude."
What the hell is this—Heracles can actually talk normally? Has Pain Breaker really completely lifted the effects of his Mad Enhancement?
"..."
Eikou glanced at his own height of one meter seventy-three, then at the other party's towering two-meter-five, huge and muscular build. The difference in physique was far too obvious. He thought it would be better not to refuse this request after all. The face of the Great Hero Heracles was still something he should give.
"Then fine. I'll be counting on you to take on the role of wingmen for me and safeguard my romantic prospects."
"Very well, then…"
They spoke in unison.
"This time, let us Greek Heroes become your wingmen!"
"It's just attending a Party—do you really need to make it sound this grand?"
[The Knights of the Round Table are absent because they were called away by Chiron for remedial lessons.]
[But fortunately, the male students of Greek Class are very willing to act as wingmen for you.]
[Before the Party begins, you return to take a shower, change into formal attire, and wait for the opening gathering.]
[For safety, this time you even thoroughly washed the part...]
"Are you still playing this worn-out gag again?! Aren't you really tired of it?!"
[Time gradually passes, and very soon it is time for the Party to officially begin...]
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