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

"Don't worry, this game is in the bag. With the dragons charging in, how can we possibly lose?"

Ritsuka looked confident, as if she had everything under control.

Her confidence was not without reason, because among all the contestants, Iori's spirit origin was stronger, and if she remembered correctly, Iori could fly and use techniques similar to spatial teleportation.

But just when she was brimming with confidence and thought she had already won—

Bang!

Snapped!

clang!

The sound of continuous impacts echoed across the track, and many dashing Servants fell to the ground in disarray. When they got up, they looked quite incredulous, as if they had no idea what had happened.

Achilles looked at his chariot with suspicion, not understanding why he had fallen off... Just kidding, he could tame wild horses after he turned seven, there was no way he could lose his balance on the chariot!

Besides him, Nezha also stared in astonishment at the Wind Fire Wheels. She had encountered the same predicament as Achilles; she had been preparing to fly, but instead fell from the sky.

Even Iori's expression changed, vaguely sensing a peculiar force on the track, seemingly hindering the Heroic Spirits from using their Noble Phantasms, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it; it didn't seem to be a barrier or a trap...

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce the referees for this match."

Shakespeare grinned mischievously and waved his hand: "Let us welcome the Avenger class—"

Sir Isaac Newton! He was also an English gentleman.

A figure, shrouded in black mist and completely obscured by the many heroic spirits, stepped forward, exuding an inexplicable aura of power.

"By the way, this competition—must not violate the laws of physics!"

Chapter 408 Fair, just, and transparent; absolutely no inside story!

The race that day inexplicably turned into a battle to conquer the follower "Newton" in the end.

Seemingly influenced by certain modern cognitive concepts, Newton, appearing as a "Avenger," possesses a conceptual Noble Phantasm that can forcibly restrain the actions of Servants, forcing them to abide by certain physical rules.

When he summoned the Noble Phantasm tablet and unfolded the Reality Marble [The Blueprint of the Principle of God], the mystery and magic did not disappear or become nullified. Instead, they were fixed into a certain form, existing and operating strictly according to the rules and data he understood. Even the Heroic Spirits had to abide by the "laws" within it.

Correspondingly, this area has almost no active lethality or destructive power, and Servants who abide by the rules will not be harmed.

Incidentally, the slate, which serves as the site's canvas, depicts a group of boys using Newton's mathematical instruments. Above it is an image of Newton reclining, his right elbow resting on his hand, while his left hand points to a scroll held by two boys, on which lies a mathematical puzzle.

The background is a sphere with the twelve zodiac signs and related constellations drawn on it, as well as the trajectory of a comet that appeared in 1680.

This is Newton's tomb in Westminster Abbey, but after he became a spirit, it was manifested in the form of a stone slab.

Lord Bull, who rose from his coffin, brought considerable torment to the contestants. Just figuring out the rules he set was incredibly difficult, and they also had to solve the random puzzles he set up along the way.

If Cuchulain drew a riddle, philosophy, or literature question, he could accept it, but if he drew calculus, he couldn't help but curse on the spot!

The long-distance race had somehow turned into an obstacle course, which these straightforward Servants couldn't stand, so they launched an attack on Lord Cowherd, only to be afflicted with over a dozen debuffs for violating the rules...

Needless to say, Iori was the winner, but instead of trying to woo Lord Niu, he cleanly and efficiently finished all the questions and successfully reached the finish line.

—This is the benefit of adding points to intelligence.

Over the next two days, Iori witnessed the Olympic Games scene, which could be described as a "chaotic dance of demons," with all sorts of heroic spirits joining together to create many memorable moments that even Iori couldn't help but admire.

On the third day, he couldn't resist calling over Sera, Esdeath, and Akame from his home, and they played together as if they were at a temple fair.

After all, although they were in a romantic relationship, much of his private time with these three people was spent at work. Since they happened to witness such a lively scene, rare even in many parallel worlds, he naturally wanted to create wonderful memories.

Interestingly, Iori had already prepared herself for the possibility of jealousy arising from the three of them being together.

Of course, Esdeath and the others are not ordinary people, so they probably won't be involved in any scenes from idol dramas, since they haven't had any conflicts in the palace before.

But women are fickle, aren't they?

If such a situation were to actually occur, as a man, he must take the initiative and demonstrate the demeanor of the head of the household!

Surprisingly, neither verbal mockery nor physical conflict occurred as expected; instead, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

...It was so harmonious that it made Iori feel uneasy.

Could it be that these three people are trying to form a united front against me? Such thoughts kept nagging at me.

However, Iori was very confident and not worried about it. He was certain that he would never lose, whether in bed or out of bed.

Putting aside these trivial matters, by this point he had completely immersed himself in the Olympics, releasing the pressure that had accumulated over a long period of time, and he was no longer so concerned about the final grand prize.

Today is a beauty pageant—heaven knows why this event exists. Iori didn't sign up and sat in the audience with Esdeath and the other two.

"Oh? Isn't this Berserker? What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here."

Just as I sat down, a member of the audience in front of me turned around as if sensing something, and his eyes lit up when he saw Iori.

Long time no see! How are you?

The man waved happily.

"You are... Circe? You still remember us?"

Iori looked at the familiar witch and smiled from the bottom of her heart, "It really has been a long time."

This person has a slender and delicate figure, with neat short hair surrounded by wing-shaped ornaments. He is dressed in light Greek clothing, and because he is on the stands, he has folded the wings on his back, and there is no trace of the tin staff in his hand.

The Servant who recognized Iori was none other than Circe from Greek mythology. She had a "relationship" with Iori in the Romanian Singularity, or more precisely, a "friendship forged through combat."

His plan to use the Greater Grail to accomplish certain things was thwarted by Iori Sasuke, who unexpectedly entered Romania, and he ultimately had to leave the stage in resentment.

Strictly speaking, Iori and she should have a grudge, but...

"Did you retain the memories of the singularity?"

Iori asked curiously.

"I'm the greatest witch in Greece, this little thing is no problem for me!"

Circe proudly raised his smooth chin.

Logically, events that occur in singularities are not recorded, and Servants do not remember what happened when they were last summoned.

However, nothing is absolute!

In fact, some Servants can retain the memories of being summoned; there are several such cases in Chaldea.

Circe was the same; although she was summoned back to Chaldea, she remembered the events that happened in Tulipas, Romania, very clearly, so she recognized Iori at a glance.

However... even without retaining the memories of the singularity, Circe would surely try to preserve anything related to Iori, since Iori's unconventional behavior was far too memorable for this knowledgeable (and vengeful) goddess.

She didn't quite understand how a "god-like" character like Iori was summoned into the Holy Grail War until the very end. She felt resentful, believing it was purely bad luck rather than anything she had done wrong...

"Haha, I was summoned by the bond of kinship, and so were you, Susanoo-sama."

However, I didn't expect this place to be so lively before I summoned it. What a wonderful place... I've heard of you here before, but your real name... it's probably just another trick to fool mortals with a fake name, right?

"No, that's not true. My real name has never changed; it's 'Aizen Iori.' As for Susanoo... that's something like a personal mecha."

"I see... I know someone who can pilot a mecha."

"It can't be the main character of the Trojan Horse, nor the one who made you cut your hair short, right?"

"...Do you want to be turned into a piglet?"

"Sorry sorry~"

Iori smiled dismissively, while Circe snorted angrily and turned her head away.

Just as he was about to show a victorious expression, he felt a sense of pressure coming from the side.

"You know so many girls! I even run into someone I know while I'm just here to watch a game!"

Esdeath crossed her arms, not even glancing at Iori, seemingly intently watching the match: "Wow, that's amazing~"

"Forehead……"

Iori looked around and noticed that Akame and Sera were also pretending to be paying attention to the match, but actually seemed a little unhappy.

At that moment, Iori felt a pang of guilt, and so he—

"By the way, speaking of girls... have you ever met my personal secretary, Athena?"

"?!"

When Iori summoned the silver-haired little girl from his shadow, the expressions on the three people's faces were quite interesting—making Iori extremely happy.

Back to the main story, the beauty pageant continued, with one beautiful and charming woman after another walking onto the stage to receive scores from the judges:

"Judge No. 1 Amakusa Shiro Tokisada gives it a score of six!"

Comment: Not as good as Semiramis.

"Judge number two, Jenny Darke..."

As each Servant passed by, the judges for the Ruler class gave objective evaluations, except for Amakusa, who consistently scored six points. This quickly sparked dissatisfaction among the other judges.

"Mr. Amakusa, aren't you going too far? How could you—"

Just then, the host shouted: "The next contestant is the queen from the ancient Assyrian Empire, the elf of the night, as sweet as poison, intoxicating and captivating—Semiramis!"

Dressed in modern attire and stylish attire, Semiramis strolled onto the stage like a model, her haughty gaze sweeping across the entire audience, instantly eliciting cheers from countless men.

"Judge Number One—oh oh oh oh oh! It's a perfect 10!"

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada gave him his first 10 points!

The comment was, "Semiramis-chan is the cutest in the world!"

Oh, this is really... this is so obsequious it's uncomfortable.

Orion the little bear, standing on a wooden crate, held a microphone in his hand and snorted disdainfully.

"As a man, I would never say such cheesy things to a woman. After all, Artemis is only averagely cute compared to the ladies before her—ah!"

call out!

boom!

"Ahem, sorry, because the host was shot and killed by an unknown person, I, Dion, will be hosting in his place."

The French knight nervously wiped his sweat and kicked the tattered doll at his feet.

"Next up is the judging panel's scoring..."

On the judges' platform, Martha looked at Amakusa with displeasure: "You are clearly an upright believer, how could you show such favoritism—"

Snapped!

A ring of dark green runes appeared around Amakusa Shiro's neck, then quickly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

Amakusa Shiro rubbed his hands together with a sigh of relief before turning to Martha: "What did you just say, Lady Martha?"

"……nothing."

The saintess's displeasure vanished, replaced by sympathy and understanding. "You've really had a tough time..."

—The beauty pageant has ended.

The winner was an unknown young girl, who received a perfect score of 10 from the judges, who said, "I don't know why, but I just feel a sense of familiarity with her." However, this may not have been convincing, as it sparked unanimous opposition from the contestants and their fan groups.

The support groups for Ishtar, Maeve, Stheno, and Euryale were particularly excited.

"I am the goddess of beauty, of course the award should be given to me!"

"What a joke! Those old-fashioned women with no figure can leave now. It's the era of voluptuous beauties. I am the embodiment of Venus, and there is no one else who deserves this award but me!"

Iztar and Nero in swimsuits were locked in a fierce confrontation, while the winner of this year's beauty pageant was trapped between them, unable to move, and nearly suffocated by Nero's abundant bosom.

If I had to say something, the useless goddess and the tyrant weren't wrong at all—although they've always been the type to cause trouble for no reason, this time is different.

This girl is indeed slightly inferior to the female heroic spirits who are participating in the competition.

She can't compare to Cleopatra in terms of beauty, Morgan in terms of aloofness, or Medusa in terms of allure... In the end, she's just a girl who looks to be at most a middle school age, and she can't compare to these mature older sisters at all.

Even his clothes were quite ordinary—just a yellow cloak that looked like a raincoat.

But this little girl, Luce, defeated a host of goddesses from various mythologies to win the beauty pageant.

By the way, the following people are seated in the referee's box:

Joan of Arc, Martha, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the Pope, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar... everyone believed they would make the fairest judgment.

There might be someone in this world who could change their minds, but no one has the influence to persuade that person.

Iori in the audience was surprised. Firstly, he had not expected this result at all, and secondly, he did not recognize the little girl. In other words, she only entered the FGO gacha pool after he transmigrated... Who could she be?