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

The two were currently holding hands on the table, Martha's hand firmly pressing down on Chiron's.

Arm wrestling!

It can be said to be the simplest of the contests in terms of rules, yet the outcome is also the most straightforward.

Judging from Chiron's regretful expression, even someone as gentle as him has a competitive spirit in this kind of competition.

"As expected, I still can't beat Lady Martha."

“Mr. Chiron is no worse than me; I just lasted a little longer.”

Martha smiled modestly.

"Although it's hard to tell from her appearance, Miss Martha has amazing muscles. With such outstanding wrist strength, subduing a dragon should be a piece of cake."

"—!"

The female saint's expression changed, and she stammered, "No, you, you flatter me... muscles and all that... I'm just a little stronger."

Moreover... I used kindness to reform the evil dragon, so please pay special attention to this point and don't get it wrong, lest it affect my image.

Really! It has absolutely nothing to do with fists or anything like that!

"That's quite a strong reaction," Chiron said, somewhat puzzled.

In his view, this should be something to be proud of, so why was Martha so agitated, as if she were trying to cover something up?

"By the way, Miss Martha is a Catholic saint, but... what did you do for a living before that? Judging from your movements, you must have been involved in battles frequently... a huntress?"

"No, I'm a farmer."

Martha waved her hand and smiled.

"Huh? But this skill..."

"I have younger siblings, and it is my love for them that gives me strength."

"like?"

Martha said softly, "There are many forms of love."

"Now that you say that, I understand," Chiron said, becoming happy as well.

Because he also frequently gave his disciples "education through love"!

if not?

Do you really think a bunch of demigods, princes, and troubled teenagers would sit there obediently and listen to your lecture?!

In Greece, teachers without some tricks up their sleeves have long been eliminated from the physics curriculum!

"As expected, when comparing [strength] and [endurance], Miss Martha is stronger."

"But the values ​​are only D and C..."

"How can you trust a woman's data?"

Do you know Miss Meltlilith? During her medical exam, she insisted that her weight be measured without the steel blades on her feet, but when her height was measured, she was fully equipped with the equipment. As a result, she got an exaggerated figure of 53kg and 190cm tall... Hey, why aren't you guys saying anything?

Why are you all staring at me like that, as if I look some kind of horrible monster... Behind me? Behind me—ah!!!

...There seems to be some commotion.

Iori glanced at Shakespeare hanging on the "ice skates stilts" before looking away, showing no intention of stopping him.

Anyway, that foul-mouthed guy has a "self-preservation" ability, so he'll be fine... right?

Back at the arena, most of the female Servants gathered behind Martha. Among them, Atalanta, blushing slightly from the alcohol, said smugly, "See? I told you women are stronger than men."

"Ugh, damn it!"

"This attitude is infuriating, and unfortunately, I can't refute it here..."

The male Servants looked away, either embarrassed or unwilling, as if they had been bullied.

The incident began when the Servants decided to compete for the right to use the hot springs (actually, Iori thought it was more like they were just bored), and then, under Iori's arrangement, the competition unfolded leisurely in the form of a "game".

Atalanta was a fiercely competitive heroine from the moment she was alive. She was never inferior to anyone in anything and never thought she was any less than a man.

Especially since the moon goddess Artemis was also present, although she is famously known for being love-struck, she also has another very famous label in mythology:

Extremely competitive and vengeful!

Led by these two, the women's team immediately proposed a strength-based competition to see whether men or women are stronger.

In terms of numbers, the men have the advantage, but the women's camp seems more united. Even though they have also been drinking, they seem more reliable than the alcoholics on the other side. Overall, the two camps are evenly matched.

Then, the first general sent out by the woman won a series of victories!

Martha quickly defeated Alexander the Great, who "looked very strong," and Chiron, who fought for a long time before finally losing.

Martha, with Strength D and Endurance C, beat both of them without even needing a halftime break... This makes one seriously doubt the accuracy of the stats.

As it turns out, in the world of Servants, the relationship between strength and size is not absolute.

Upon careful analysis, it's possible that the "Blessing of Faith" is at work; this skill can convert mental resilience into physical endurance. Secondly, Martha is also proficient in combat techniques, and although she tries her best to conceal it, she can't hide it from an expert like Chiron. In terms of power generation techniques, the two are roughly equal.

"Don't get too cocky, we still have a seeded player!"

Chen Gong calmly pushed up his glasses—heaven knows how a strategist like him ended up in the group of muscular men—and then stepped forward, revealing a tall male figure.

"Go, General Lü! It's decided that you will be the one to defeat Marda!"

With a light snap of his fingers, a subtle magical fluctuation flashed and disappeared. The enhanced Lu Bu glanced at Chen Gong. He had no desire to participate in the competition to begin with, but had been dragged here by force. Now, his eyes showed even more helplessness.

—The aroma of alcohol that permeates the room is really interesting. After the Berserkers get drunk, they seem more like normal people than the other Servants.

However, Chen Gong wasn't the only Caster present; the rare witch of the Age of Gods wouldn't let any anomaly slip by.

After realizing that the man had used such underhanded tactics, Morgan, who had not originally intended to participate in this foolish competition, couldn't help but sneer and whisper something in Martha's ear from behind.

"The third match will be between the Berserker Lu Bu and—"

"Wait a minute, our player has been playing for two rounds in a row and is a little tired. We have decided to make a substitution."

"Should we change players?"

The Valkyries exchanged a glance. "That's fair. So, which contestant would you like to replace?"

"Since the man has chosen a Berserker, we should certainly retaliate in kind—"

Queen Morgan snapped her fingers, and a girl with long bangs covering her eyes walked out of the crowd.

"You're the one I choose, Frankenstein!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Roar!"

The two berserkers simultaneously let out excited sounds, but they didn't seem to be for the same thing.

"You, you cheated!"

“Ridiculous~”

"Go for it! Fengxian, I trust your character, you won't hold back, right?"

"Roar!"

"Alright, let's go for it! Give it your all!"

After a while——

"The victor is Frankenstein!"

……

"Game of Kings!"

"One, two—who is the king?"

"Ha~ As expected, it's the Empress Dowager."

"The outcome was expected; who else but me can claim the throne?"

"So, what orders does Your Majesty intend to issue?"

"Then number 4... say to the person on your left, 'Mom, I love you the most.'"

"Haha, I can tell that Her Majesty has many ulterior motives."

"So who is number 4? Hehe, there's no need to answer that question at all... Huh?"

"This... seems to be... number 4 is me."

A blond man with sunglasses and bulging muscles weakly raised his hand.

"Tch, it's Kintoki. I thought I'd get a chance to see a mother-daughter pairing. What a disappointment."

“It’s not exciting at all for a grown man to say something like that.”

"Alright, alright, since that's the case, then hurry up and carry out the king's order. Quickly tell the person next to you, 'Mom, I love you the most.'"

"Um... um... Mom, I love you the most."

"Well!"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who was sitting next to the metal stone, suddenly covered his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes. Golden light particles began to emanate from his body, and he even showed a tendency to become transparent.

"Oh no, oh no, this is unexpected! This is bad!"

"Quickly, summon Nightingale!"

"Hey! Wait a minute! Don't become a Buddha right now!"

"Alright... Given the above, although Her Majesty drew the King's Lot, the winner of this round is the man."

……

"Alright, dear viewers who have been waiting patiently, now on stage is—"

Hercules from Greece, hero among heroes, man among men, son of Zeus:

Hercules!

"Roar!"

"And as his opponent, the next person to appear is also of great stature; she is the storm from South America, the guardian of the world, the conqueror of the sun—"

Kukulka, the feathered serpent god!

"Yah!"

After Hercules, as majestic as an obsidian statue, takes his place, his opposite appears a warm and enthusiastic older sister, "Queen of the Feathers," dressed in traditional ethnic clothing and sporting an exaggerated hairstyle.

"These two figures, renowned throughout human history, will present us with a clash of forces, a battle between myths. Who will emerge victorious? Let us wait and see."

start! "

"Roar!!!"

"Let the older sister teach you how to dance!"

……

The noise went on for a long time. The spirits, regardless of gender, were all bursting with energy, and it took an unknown amount of time before they finally calmed down.

Baseball, sumo, wrestling, running, arm wrestling, King's Game... In order to exhaust these guys, Iori suggested every game he could think of, getting almost every Servant involved. As the atmosphere became more and more heated, their energy was unknowingly depleted.

Finally, after the football match between ancient Greece and ancient Rome ended, both the players and the spectators were exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

Oh, to be precise, not all the spectators in the stands were tired. Quite a few had gotten into physical fights because of verbal disputes, and all of these football hooligans have been punished by Ichiro without exception.

Under the combined effects of fatigue and the aroma of wine, the heroic spirits fell into a deep sleep, and the night gradually returned to calm. Iori sat alone on the referee's table, savoring the fine wine she brought from another world while leisurely gazing up at the bright moon in the sky.

This night has been so long...

In fact, Iori gradually realized that the night was going on for far too long. Although he did not keep a specific time, he was certain that the time spent on these activities must have been more than 12 hours.

However, the moon in the sky never moved, and this beautiful starry night and moonlight were like a beautiful dream from which one would never wake, both wondrous and eerie...

"Isn't it time to come out?"

Iori seemed to be talking to herself as she said, "It's been so long, haven't you had enough yet?"

"Haha~"

A figure strolled through the courtyard, her movements rippling through the air like water. She appeared before Iori as if emerging from the moonlight.