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

That said, her Spirit Origin Mode seems to be "alien," judging from her attire... the King in Yellow?

……

"Winner: Tiamat Lily!"

Anna raised Tiamat's hand. The petite girl with dragon horns was expressionless, and her slightly dazed eyes swept across the audience. The scene suddenly fell silent, as if everyone had been shocked.

That was pretty much the case... The reason for the deathly silence in the venue was Ivan the Terrible, who was hundreds of meters away from the competition venue, crashed into the wall and tore a huge hole in it, and was sent flying like a cannonball.

Further away, there were blue-clad gunners lying motionless on the ground.

"...This size difference was achieved with just one punch...I didn't even see what happened."

"A Noble Phantasm? It must be a Noble Phantasm! They must have used a Noble Phantasm!"

"..."

That said, it's rather embarrassing to see a group of muscular men kneeling one after another at the hands of a little girl in "hand-to-hand combat"... Fortunately, it's not always going to end like this; we can only hope that the later contestants can bring some glory to the "muscular men."

"The next challenger for Tiamat... uh, Aizen Iori!"

"?"

Iori stood on the stage, looking at the adorable little girl opposite her, and her lips twitched slightly.

"I really can't bear to fight him... By the way, is Cú Chulainn dead or not?"

Chapter 409 My father is the God King, are you afraid?

"Disobedient children need to be disciplined properly."

"Oh dear~ How scary~ Hehe (*^▽^*)"

Iori lifted up little Tiamat, whose face was exquisitely beautiful beyond human comprehension, and laughed joyfully, "Lift her up high~ Lift her up high~"

"You're being naughty!"

The little goddess pouted angrily: "Now, it's a competition...we'll have to compete properly."

"Okay, okay~ Come on, give me a little punch on the chest~"

"Damn it...drink it!"

"Hehe, these tiny, tender fists are really—cough!"

……

"Waaaaah... Ritsuka, Mommy lost to the bad kids~"

Tiamat walked off the field dejectedly, and the Servant hosting the event immediately came up and raised Iori's hand.

"The ultimate winner of the competition is Aizen Iori!"

A huge cheer erupted in the arena, and everyone praised the warrior who had defeated the Mother Goddess of Creation.

Only Iori felt little joy: even if she won against Tiamat in this form, it didn't feel real; instead, it felt absurd.

The host glanced at him with concern: "Does he need to be taken to the infirmary? Miss Nightingale is on standby."

"...Then forget it."

Iori wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth: "This isn't an injury, it's proof of 'motherly love'!"

As they left the arena and returned to the audience under the host's strange gaze, Sera and the others looked at them with rather subtle expressions.

"He was clearly beaten up, so why does he look so happy?"

"I've never seen a fighting match where the fighter just takes the hits without fighting back. There must be some ulterior motive behind this, right?"

"Iori, you should have said you were interested in this earlier."

Esdeath was the most excited, pulling down her hat brim and whispering in Iori's ear, "I've already designed a lot of props for you~"

The hot breath brushed past her ear, and the moist touch made Iori realize that a certain queen had boldly touched her with the tip of her tongue, causing her hair to stand on end.

"You've misunderstood... I'm a very conservative man, I have no interest in that kind of game. I was just upholding social norms and traditions."

"Tradition?"

As the saying goes, "Spare the rod and spoil the child."

"Ahem! You two, watch your step."

Akame couldn't stand it anymore and coughed twice: "This is in public, don't do such intimate things."

"Is this what you call intimacy?"

Esdeath asked in surprise, her expression genuine, while Akame was speechless, like a lowly official who had just heard "I want them all."

Fortunately, her embarrassment didn't last long. Soon, an announcement for a small event came over the loudspeaker, and Akame got up and left.

"I've signed up for this competition. The venue seems to be the second venue next door. I'll be too late if I'm late, so I'll head over now!"

Iori watched her walk away and asked curiously, "She signed up? What competition is it?"

Akame is now a top-tier Servant, so Iori isn't worried about her being taken advantage of; he just wants to know what has piqued the girl's interest.

"Eating Contest".

"She's determined to win!" said the silver-haired Sera succinctly.

"Oh~~~"

Iori nodded knowingly, then suddenly remembered something very important and frowned: "Is it necessary to hold this kind of competition?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Because no matter how many people participate, the champion will definitely belong to that person!"

Iori shook her head. "Akame will be disappointed."

……

"The winner of the 'King of Stomachs' competition is—Artoria Pendragon!"

The host, Tōta, exclaimed excitedly, "I've never seen such a magnanimous hero before! She deserves all the applause!"

"Oh oh oh oh! Knight King! Knight King!"

The blue-clad Saber, dressed in her classic skin, calmly waved to the audience. Looking at her petite figure and toned abs, it was impossible to imagine where that enormous meal, which even made Romulus roll his eyes, had disappeared to.

Hercules, Sakata Kintoki, Blood Axe, Hassan the Hundred Faces... these heroes, known for their enormous appetites, were all slumped over the table or lying on the ground, as if their entire bodies were cast in metal and could hardly move.

The speed at which these Servants devoured their food was unprecedented, even putting pressure on Fujiwara's Noble Phantasm. He had to temporarily ask Red Enma and Ganesha for help to barely manage to get through it.

What is admirable is that the Knight King, as the ruler of a country, has an unparalleled capacity for both magnanimity and appetite. Even after the victory, she seemed quite relaxed, making one wonder if she was only 80% full!

...Outside the competition venue, on a park bench, Akame stroked her slightly protruding belly, leaning against Iori with an indescribable expression.

She wouldn't normally get close to Iori so easily, but at this moment she no longer had the strength to resist.

If others saw this, they would definitely think that a young couple who had eaten the forbidden fruit had accidentally caused a death.

However, Akame was actually just too full from eating too much...

"I...um!"

The girl with long, straight black hair said with difficulty, "I thought my appetite was big enough... that blonde girl... she eats in small bites, but the frequency is astonishingly fast, and what's most terrifying is that it's endless... I can't win even if I use all my strength!"

"This is not a fault of the war."

Iori gently stroked her hair comfortingly, "King Arthur is perpetually hungry; this is the law of the world, and even a body created by the Third Law cannot defy it."

"This is so illogical... This is the first time I've realized the limits of this body since using reincarnation magic..."

"Learned a lesson, didn't you? Remember, there are always people more capable than you."

"call!"

Akame leaned back in her chair, let out a long sigh, and said disappointedly, "I was hoping to win a championship and brag to you... This is the event I'm most confident in."

"Heh... Indeed, you're the biggest eater in our family, and perhaps Kuroko can be considered a competitor. But in the grand scheme of pan-human history, your stomach capacity is far from enough."

Iori chuckled as she spoke.

Akame paused slightly upon hearing this: "Our family..."

“You’ve already moved into the ‘Aizen House’ and met the parents. It’s too late to deny it now.”

"Well... that was just to protect my mother-in-law."

"is it?"

Iori wrapped her hand around Akame's slightly slender back and placed it on her shoulder, preventing her from dodging. At the same time, she closed the distance and smiled as she looked at the somewhat flustered assassin girl.

"If it were someone else's mother-in-law, would you be willing to protect her closely?"

"As for the command..."

"No one is giving you orders. Although I am nominally your sovereign, I will not actually use my authority to bind you. You know that, right?"

Iori extended two fingers and pressed them against the girl's cheekbone, slowly turning her head back towards her.

"Let me ask you another question... How did you feel when someone became 'family' to me? Was it joy or disgust?"

"—!"

Akame then realized how serious Iori was, but at this moment she was like a little rabbit caught in a tiger's mouth, with no room to escape or play dead.

"Cunning... He always chooses a time when I'm not able to move around easily..."

"The Third Method isn't something so simple. It can efficiently break down food without any problem. You actually enjoy the time you spend leaning against me, don't you?"

Iori's usual gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by a hardened expression: "You still haven't answered my question."

"I...I don't dislike my mother-in-law..."

Akame bit her lip lightly.

"You're still so indecisive!"

Iori's lips slowly curved into a smile.

"I like... I like... um!"

The girl with long, straight black hair suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she had been petrified. The soft touch on her lips made her mind go blank, followed by a rapid rise in body temperature, and even her breathing became hot.

"no, do not want--"

Instinctively, she wanted to push Iori away, but the response was even more violent. The girl's body was completely enveloped in Iori's embrace, and her nimble soft flesh took the opportunity to rush between his lips and teeth, entwining with Akame's tongue.

"Um... wait..."

Gradually, the small hands that had been pushing and shoving tightened around the man's clothes. The long-haired girl with black hair, whose defenses and understanding had been forcibly broken down, entered a completely new realm, and unknowingly began to learn to enjoy and revel in it...

Why was I afraid and timid before...? This feeling is so wonderful... It's like opening up my whole body, and even my brain, along with all its worries and sorrows, is gradually melted away by the flames ignited by this indescribable sense of fulfillment...

No! wrong!

Isn't this a bit unfair to Esdeath and Sera?

The former is one thing, but Sera has always taken good care of her...

Having just regained a sliver of clarity, Akame quickly put it out of her mind again:

At least for this moment, she didn't want to worry about so much!

Besides... she was the one who arrived first!

If they hadn't been so slow to figure it out, it wouldn't have been Sera and the others' turn!

...And so, Akame comfortably reached out and hugged Iori.

……

"Tsk!"

Sera snapped her fingers, and the diamond-shaped light spot floating in front of her vanished instantly.

"As expected, he succeeded!"

To be honest, this was within her expectations, so she wasn't particularly shocked. Strictly speaking, it's already a miracle that it's lasted this long.

And right now, it's just hovering on the edge; after all, you can't possibly reach home plate in a park.

But thinking about it carefully, given the closeness between these two, once they break through that barrier, it probably won't be long before they break through something else...