You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

The fairy knight Gawain added, "Our Majesty thinks so too."

Your Majesty? Do you mean Morgan?

Iori's eyes flashed: So the Fairy Queen is also soaking in the hot spring next door?

I'm slightly interested...

But how could a gentleman like me possibly spy like Blackbeard?

Yes, I'm the one who's going to save Chaldea, I'll definitely have a better excuse, no, a better reason!

Just as Iori was pondering what to do, a bold voice suddenly rang out: "You're being too arrogant. How we soak in the hot springs and enjoy the moonlit scenery is our own business. Little girls wouldn't understand men's pleasures!"

"little girl?"

Bagst flinched slightly, like an enraged lion, his fluffy blond hair flaring up without wind.

"Insolent fools... So you're not going to back down?"

"Haha, if you want us to shut up, then give us a reason we can't refuse!"

Drunkards are powerful creatures, at least for now. The drunkards in the bathhouse have no intention of admitting their mistakes; instead, they've started making a scene.

"it is good!"

Bagst readily agreed: "In that case, let's follow the rules of the Holy Grail War and let me use brute force to subdue you!"

"You've got quite the nerve! Since ancient times, men have been the symbol of strength. You've made the worst possible choice!"

The burly Orion stepped forward and said, "Gentlemen, are you all ready? Those who are confident in their arm strength, it's time to show your heroic prowess!"

"Oh Oh Oh!"

The muscular men cheered, and the temperature in the entire open-air bath seemed to rise considerably.

Iori frowned slightly, observing the situation calmly.

Bagst glanced at Orion, seemingly quite displeased with him, and immediately calmed down to contact the Fairy Queen next door.

Orion was still there, talking non-stop: "Everyone, keep your spirits up! We are all heroes who have survived countless dangers, so don't let us down!"

"oh oh!"

"Of course!"

"Also, the game would be too boring without a prize."

Orion continued, "We should set some rules for the game."

"What rules?"

Bagst frowned; she wasn't very good at bargaining.

"It's very simple~"

Orion's eyes suddenly turned lewd: "Since we're at a hot spring, we should at least get some perks!"

We are also legitimate heroes, we wouldn't do anything despicable, vile, or shameless. After you lose, all you have to do is change into your swimsuits and let us feast our eyes on you~

"...Tsk!"

Bagst made no attempt to hide his disdain.

"You really are true to your desires!"

"That's called a man's romance!"

Orion declared righteously, "A stinky man's muscles can't compare to a young lady's abs!"

"As expected of Orion, he has such a manly spirit."

Bagst laughed in exasperation, a rare moment of sarcasm in his voice, before asking thoughtfully, "Are you really that confident? Do you think you can't lose to anyone?"

"Of course, I am the number one hunter in Greece!"

Orion laughed confidently, "Whether it's archery or wrestling, I won't lose to anyone!"

"is it?"

A green figure, as nimble as a lynx, leaped over the wall and landed beside the fairy Gawain.

"I don't remember when I gave up the title of the number one hunter to someone else."

This female servant was dressed more appropriately than Gawain, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants. Her cat ears and tail added a touch of cuteness to her cool demeanor.

Coincidentally, this person is an acquaintance of both Iori and Orion.

"Oh, Atalanta, it's you. But even with you here, I can still proudly say that I am the best hunter."

Orion grinned, showing no fear of Atalanta.

"Women can never beat me, even if they are—"

"Oh? Who could it be?"

A gentle voice came from behind Orion: "Darling, who are you talking about?"

"..."

"And what did you just say you wanted to see? Swimsuits?"

Dressed in pure white robes, with water droplets still clinging to her silver hair, the moon goddess Artemis gently approached Orion.

"Are those the swimsuits of the girls other than me?"

Artemis grabbed Orion's face with one hand, as if she wanted to crush it. It was hard to imagine how much strength such a small hand would need to hold the burly and strong Orion in its palm.

"Darling, really... when are you going to get rid of this habit? If you keep talking so recklessly, it wouldn't be surprising if someone accidentally shoots you dead one day~"

"..."

Orion was instantly drenched in sweat.

Just as everyone was watching the show, figures emerged from the night, some dressed in bathrobes and others in casual attire; they were all female Servants.

"Men are like that, they never learn to behave."

Someone made a comment, then stepped forward and said, "We accept the bet. If we lose, we all have to change into swimsuits. But in return, if you lose, well... how do you think we should punish them?"

"Even if the man loses, he has to wear a swimsuit—a women's swimsuit!"

"This this……"

"This level of shame is completely unequal! Can't we just keep quiet since we lost?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. Today, it's not just a matter of whether it's noisy or not!"

A female servant scoffed: "Besides, is cross-dressing really shameful to you? I see quite a few of you are eager to try it out, or even nostalgic about it, right?"

"..."

The male Servants fell silent.

Well... quite a few people did have similar hobbies during their lifetimes...

That seemingly testosterone-fueled Hercules was actually... in private too.

"In that case, what's there to hesitate about!"

"Okay! Tell me how you want to compete!"

Perhaps it was the aroma of the wine, but all the Servants present, regardless of gender, were extremely excited, seemingly anticipating an unprecedented farce.

Iori initially remained neutral, but as he listened, something felt off. Once the man and woman reached a consensus, he suddenly realized something:

Wait, does this mean I'm automatically a participant? If I lose, I have to wear women's clothing?

No, what does it have to do with me? I'm just passing by and watching the show!

Just as Iori was about to raise her hand to withdraw, a timid voice suddenly rang out from the women's side:

"Um... everyone... swimsuits are clothes worn in the water, right? If that's the case, then I probably can't participate."

Because... I have no swimming experience, and I've never worn a swimsuit... Even if I wanted to conjure one up, my costume designer wouldn't be here..."

The speaker had brilliant blonde hair and wore a black crown. He looked very noble, but his aura was not strong. Instead, he seemed aggrieved.

—Irene, Queen of the Underworld.

"..."

Both the man and woman fell silent.

Iori sighed and offered a suggestion: "How about we take inspiration from your sister Ishtar's style?"

"Oh? Is that okay?"

Ai Lei looked up and blinked. "This works too?"

"of course can."

Iori smiled slightly: "That revealing... minimalist design is more than enough to serve as a swimsuit."

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Ishtar's swimsuit was actually more covering up than her usual attire.

"Don't worry, my goddess."

Iori gazed at the Queen of the Underworld with a very gentle expression, "There will be swimsuits, and vests too!"

"A pseudonym? What's that?"

Ai Lei was stunned for a moment.

"You don't need to know that much, just remember to come and see me after you get your swimsuit."

Iori's smile was innocent and pure.

"……Huh?!"

Ai Lei was taken aback, and after thinking for a moment, her face flushed. "You mean... you really want to see my swimsuit? This, this could be... No, I don't even know you. Even if it's love at first sight, this is too fast!"

"He's definitely a bit love-struck," Iori shook his head.

"Please calm down, my goddess, don't overinterpret it."

The young Grim Reaper was both amused and exasperated. After calming Ereshkigal down, he walked to a rock used as a scenic feature and addressed the dozens of Servants from both factions:

"I'm not particularly interested in hot springs, so I've chosen to voluntarily withdraw from this competition. However, I think you need a referee. Otherwise, no one will be satisfied with the loss."

"That's true..."

"This face looks unfamiliar. Is this a new Servant?"

"As a referee, I believe that everyone here is a civilized person and should not engage in ugly fighting for a little bit of gain."

How about we play some decent and gentle little games?

"That makes sense. So what should we compete on?"

"For example... exposing each other's embarrassing pasts to see who can't take it mentally first?"

"...Where has dignity and gentleness gone?"

Chapter 288 Susanoo's disguise is back in action.

"Oh, the battle is over!"

Tong Yao, being a good child, hadn't drunk any alcohol, but her face was flushed with excitement, and she seemed a little tipsy.

She slapped her chubby little hand on the table, signaling the end of the game.

In the opposite direction, Otlind, one of the three Valkyrie sisters with an expressionless face, drew several lines on the board.

Meanwhile, two other Valkyries—Slud and Hild—walked around the arena carrying signs that looked like a boxing match, drawing cheers from the Servants.

Having a Valkyrie from Norse mythology as the mascot... only a place like Chaldea could afford such extravagance.

Iori flipped through the competition records in her hand, and couldn't help but gasp as she looked at the names that were recorded in various epics and ancient books.

Well, he has gathered quite a few strong individuals under his command, but they are indeed no match for the Heroic Spirits of Chaldea...

Putting everything else aside, just the fact that all these people are under my command is enough to make me incredibly proud.

"Miss Martha is the winner, she has won two in a row."

In front of the nursery rhyme is a square table, with a person occupying one on each side: the saint Martha and the sage Chiron.