〜Type-Moon World, Fate/Apocrypha Worldline〜
"This step… is going too far!"
Looking at Kingprotea's figure, which was almost larger than the competition venue itself, Achilles' face turned black.
Who let her sign up? Although he had no impression of the scene before him, it was very likely an existence similar to a parallel world.
BUT…!!! He found this result somewhat unacceptable.
It was a rare opportunity to have a formal match with Big Sis. He was looking forward to the outcome of this match with his whole heart and soul, only to have the good thing ruined by Kingprotea charging in halfway!
Achilles got angrier the more he thought about it:
"You're not the one marrying Big Sis, and with your body size, what kind of sprint are you participating in!"
Can't you leave the opportunity to someone prepared like me? Otherwise, why do you think a Rider like me is participating in track and field for no reason?!
If I win, I can marry Big Sis and take her home. If I lose, I'll be killed. But I, Achilles, have an immortal body. If Big Sis wants to kill me, let her. I won't lose out either way.
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[ With the end of the track and field competition, the next event is the classic archery segment, and the Heroic Spirits participating in this match are already standing on the field.
They are the Moon Goddess Artemis, Tomoe Gozen, Chiron, and Red A.
However, the screen returned to the host stand…
"Mr. Orion, aren't you participating?" Mash looked somewhat puzzled at the little bear dancing excitedly in front of her.
The Grand Archer, currently slacking off, made a statement just like a gigolo… "Haha, as long as Artemis works hard, I can stay. No problem."
"I can take this opportunity to hit on people everywhere… MASH!!" The little bear said, revealing a blissful smile as he pounced towards Mash, starting to forcibly hug the soft and cute underclassman.
"Just treat me as a cute stuffed doll!"
Just then, Fou, who was held in Mash's arms, had a sharp glint in his eyes and directly kicked this shameless Grand Archer into the air!
The next second, the sound of a bowstring breaking through the air was heard!
"SWISH—SWISH SWISH SWISH!!"
The Grand Archer, who had just attempted to take advantage, was instantly pinned to the wall, forcibly turned into a hedgehog.
In the distance, the Moon Goddess Artemis was holding her bow with a gloomy face, her voice filled with a chill: "Darling, what are you doing?"
Subsequently, the broadcast's incredibly calm voice rang out: "Orion, out!" ]
[ .....]
〜Projection of All Worlds〜
"Grand Archer is slacking off again. No… hitting on other girls right in front of your Moon Goddess wife isn't called slacking off, it's called seeking death!"
"I declare this archery competition a victory for the Moon Goddess. Not a single arrow missed, all bullseyes! The Moon Goddess version of Nine Lives."
Watching Fou's flying kick, while everyone cheered good job, they also felt a slight confusion… Does this count as a duel between Beast IV, an Evil of Humanity, and a Grand Archer?
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〜Type-Moon World, Fifth Holy Grail War Worldline〜
"Is the title of Grand a debuff? Is there not a single serious one?"
Looking at Super Orion, who had already become a hedgehog, Tohsaka Rin felt that just being pierced like that was letting him off too easily.
He didn't put in any effort fighting Goetia either, just constantly paddling along(slacking)! The other Grands are about the same; they are simply synonyms for slacking off and fishing.
The most critical point was that she actually saw a pervert in this self-proclaimed 'cute little bear' just now. It has to be said, Big Sister Moon Goddess did a great job!
Meanwhile, Gilgamesh, whose focus was always different, looked at Red A unhappily:
"On what basis can you, a mongrel, participate in the competition?"
It was the same with the racing competition in the last Carnival, and now this archery competition in this Carnival. They hold festivals one after another, but don't invite this King to play?
It must be said, having been a shut-in for 10 years, Gilgamesh was indeed feeling a bit lonely.
"How should I know?"
Red A shrugged:
"Leaving aside that I have absolutely no memory of it, I didn't even get a full frontal shot in there…"
Cu Chulainn's eyes emitted a faint blue light, speaking with resentment:
"Do you have the nerve to say that? I'm not even there as a person!"
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[ Meanwhile, the fencing competition on the other side also kicked off within the archery hall!
Appearing this time is the one among the Knights of the Round Table of King Arthur who can be called the ideal knight!
Bearing the saint's blessing, known as the peerless knight unmatched by anyone during the day—Sire Gawain!
However, opposite him is the civil and military swordsperson and writer, whose gender is a mystery, known as the Knight of the White Lily, d'Eon de Beaumont!
"Let me show you the power of this Sun Knight!" Sir Gawain spoke with respect, then turned his gaze to Artoria, who was chowing down in the audience seats.
This sentence was not only dedicated to his opponent but also spoken to the King he admired.
After Artoria met his gaze, she instantly understood. While stuffing rice into her mouth, she spoke indistinctly: "Sire Gawain… he is also… burp, a knight considered worthy of the throne."
And in front of her was a stack of lunch boxes almost as high as a dining table, leftovers from what she just ate… ]
[ .....]
『 Viewers of Countless World 』
"As expected of you, the Tyrant of Britain. No wonder in the last video, when you heard about eating chazuke, your eyes were filled with tears! Now I understand."
Looking at Sire Gawain solemnly preparing for the match on the field, and then looking at Artoria still chowing down… everyone outside the video couldn't help but have black lines cover their faces.
Wake up, Sire Gawain! Your King's focus isn't on you at all; she's put all her attention on eating!
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〜A Certain Magical Index World, Academy City〜
Kuroko blinked somewhat dazedly at Misaka Mikoto and said dryly:
"I think I know… why the Shirou in that world is on the verge of bankruptcy."
Looking at the bento boxes piled almost higher than a person in front of Saber, is this the King's stomach? Shirou probably has to feed her pot by pot every time.
One meal cooked by someone else is enough for seven or eight people without issue, but now it probably takes seven or eight people cooking together just to feed this Knight King until she's full.
Mikoto nodded in deep agreement, filled with exclamation:
"Just how big is that appetite!"
Does her stomach connect to a 4th-dimensional pocket? Even if you threw a coin down there, you'd hear a sound, but after eating so much, she hasn't even cried out that she's full once.
〜Type-Moon World, ██████ Worldline〜
In the 6th Singularity, Divine Realm of the Round Table: Camelot—
Although Artoria at this moment looked a bit like a 'Human Hunger,' don't forget that within the Knights of the Round Table, there are only King simps and twisted King simps.
"What kind of competition venue is this? Do they not provide food before the match? Look how hungry they've made our King!"
This group of Knights of the Round Table, with their unique focus, didn't feel anything inappropriate about our King chowing down on such an occasion. After all, isn't it normal to eat when hungry?
"My King, let me, the Sun Knight, win this victory for you and bring glory!"
Sir Gawain was looking forward to seeing the scene of himself winning victory for the King on the screen; otherwise, how could he be worthy of the King's praise just now?
Tristan, who knew Sir Gawain's strength well, was also full of confidence, a smile gradually appearing on his face:
"Ah~ Looking forward to your performance, Sire Gawain!"
"Tsk… Why isn't it me going up!"
Mordred felt a bit annoyed on the side. Isn't this the best time to prove her strength to Father?
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[ Sir Gawain looked at his opponent seriously at this moment, also full of confidence: "Furthermore, it is currently within the three hours from 9 AM to noon. My muscles are simply bursting with strength!"
"As long as there is sunlight and my King's support, I will absolutely not lose!"
As long as it is within these three hours before sunset, the power he possesses will triple. It can be said that he occupies the favorable time, place, and people! The advantage is mine…
Looking at the confident Gawain, the Knight of the White Lily fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said faintly: "But this is indoors, there is no sun."
The sudden sentence instantly made the confident Sir Gawain freeze for a moment: "Huh?!"
The next second, taking advantage of his daze, the Knight of the White Lily executed a thrust, directly knocking the Sun Knight, who was still muttering "fearless," into the air.
Only then did he realize he had made a fatal error, shouting with unwillingness: "THERE'S NO SUN—!!?"
Gawain, out! ]
[ .....]
〜Projection of All Worlds〜
"I understand the logic, and what you said is correct, but Sire Gawain, this… is freaking indoors! There are only fluorescent lights, no sun!"
"Pfft… No sun, that's really a show! Hahaha, I'm laughing to death. Did the invincible Knight Gawain retire so hastily?"
"You… this… sigh!!"
The crowd looked at the ending before them and was suddenly speechless, thousands of words turning into a single sigh. They now knew why our King was still eating; this operation was truly an appetizer (laughable/bad)!
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〜KonoSuba: God's Blessing on This Wonderful World〜
Kazuma looked at the screen with a mix of laughter and tears:
"But… the two factors for victory you mentioned, you don't have either of them!"
Although the time you stated was accurate, the sun? Sorry, this isn't an open-air venue, but indoors, with only modern technology like fluorescent lights.
As for the King's support?Unfortunately, there wasn't any either, because your King is still chowing down, hasn't even put down the chopsticks, where would she find the time to support you?
So I told you all early on with my experience, don't raise flags casually, and teammates… You must choose reliable ones!
〜Type-Moon World, ██████ Worldline〜
In the 6th Singularity, Divine Realm of the Round Table: Camelot—
"Sire Gawain… do you have any last words?"
Mordred, Lancelot, and the other knights tacitly placed their Noble Phantasms against his neck.
For the sake of being a Knight of the Round Table, they would give him a chance for last words, because…
Mordred looked up at the dazzling light above Gawain's head. Furthermore, this is the main hall, and you dare say there is no sunlight indoors??
You agreed to win glory for the King, but this is clearly match-fixing!
Gawain, with a group of knights holding Noble Phantasms against his neck, broke out in a cold sweat:
"I can't figure it out either. Even without sunlight, I wouldn't lose, right?"
Mordred cursed viciously:
"You know that too?! Then say it wasn't match-fixing!"
It would have been better if he hadn't said that. Once he said it, even Tristan, who hadn't participated, suspected he was match-fixing, getting angry.
After all, with Sir Gawain's strength, no matter what, he wouldn't be insta-killed in one move!
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