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

"Ugh!"

"If it were me, I wouldn't be sighing and complaining like you all."

Athena appeared beside Sera at some point, smiling as she said, "In your relationship, it's impossible to control Aizen Iori."

He himself possesses a strong heroic quality, and such people have historically been prone to attracting romantic attention.

"...If you're just here to make sarcastic remarks, then please leave."

Sera gave her a speechless look.

"And it seems you're also one of those people with 'good luck in love'?"

"...I only lost the duel by accident. I have no feelings for this man whatsoever, unlike you self-degrading women."

Athena turned her head away and deliberately sneered three times: "Don't underestimate me. Men are nothing but inferior beings in my eyes!"

"..."

At this moment, Sera sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation, already labeling Athena as "number 4" in her mind.

Esdeath, on the other hand, remained calm and focused, intently watching the match, seemingly unconcerned about Iori and Akame's situation, or perhaps she had already tacitly accepted it.

This is where her uniqueness shines through. The Ice Queen doesn't worry about having more sisters, because her goal has always been to make Iori her possession.

As for Sera, Akame, and Athena, they can be considered optional extras. If I feel like it, I might just pull them all into bed and pamper them.

Of course, she hasn't achieved this ideal yet, and if things continue like this, she might end up being dragged to bed by Iori along with her sisters...

"Look, the heavyweight boxing match is about to decide a winner!"

Esdeath's expression changed, and she stared intently at the arena.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Haha, want to have a boxing speed contest? You're asking for it, Martha!"

"Don't be so smug, Li Shuwen—"

Iron! Fist! Holy! Judgment!

"A powerful fist can only strike twice!"

……

For three consecutive days, everyone was immersed in the carnival-like joyful atmosphere. One after another, the heroes showed off their skills on the field, either advancing triumphantly or suffering defeats, but all returned home satisfied.

Among them, the audience, including Iori, were treated to a feast for the eyes in beach volleyball, swimming, diving and other events... but we'll leave that aside for now.

Interestingly, although the beauty pageant has already decided the winner, the "girl in yellow" doesn't seem to be very convincing, so some people treat the swimsuit show as a real beauty pageant.

In the "shining ranking" that everyone privately made, swimsuit Ereshkigal was ranked number one!

That outfit, which wasn't particularly revealing but inexplicably attractive, captivated almost every viewer with its subtle yet alluring charm!

But happy times are always short-lived. Soon it was the last day of the Olympics, the crucial moment for tallying points and unlocking the final grand prize.

However, before that, there is one large-scale sporting event that is very much in line with the "Type-Moon" tradition that needs to be completed, and that is—

"Hahaha! The Phantom Thief Queen makes a dashing entrance!"

I'll accept this big prize without hesitation!

The goddess Ishtar, riding the celestial ark Maana, rushed into the scene at lightning speed and snatched the treasure chest aboard.

"Now, I'll have a place to pay for the money I lost betting on the competition!"

Stop chasing me! How could I, the dignified mistress of heaven, not have a way to deal with this? Hehehe~

Alright, let me show you my ultimate move—

"Dad, save me!"

hum!

A huge cloud vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, where pure ethereal magic gathered, and a faint sigh could be heard in everyone's ears.

Then, a fierce wind arose, a huge storm swept across the ground, and a giant bull hoof made of pure gold, hundreds of meters wide, fell down, stirring up streaks of lightning, a display of divine power!

"Thank you, Dad~"

Go forth, ravage everything, God-King Gugalana!

Chapter 410 Close the gates and release Cú Chulainn!

The Bull of Heaven lives up to its mythological reputation, its power being in no way inferior to that of a true god. After receiving the blessing of Anu, the father of Mesopotamia, its spirit origin expanded to an unprecedented scale, reaching a point where ordinary Servants could not break through its defenses.

And so, the Bull of Heaven trampled the entire field, and the Goddess emerged victorious—

No wonder!

Although the Bull of Heaven was strong, Chaldea was also full of talented people. Even without Iori's intervention, Enkidu, Orion, Old Blade, and Hercules, heroes skilled in hunting large targets, rushed forward and quickly pierced through the Bull of Heaven's core.

That mythical beast, possessing the concept of a "storm" and capable of unleashing continent-wide catastrophes, was not so frightening in the face of a highly targeted and powerful individual. In the end, its enormous body vanished into nothingness, leaving only a golden skeleton the size of a small dog, which Tiamat took as a pet.

After the commotion subsided, when everyone turned around to look for Ishtar, they found that the troublemaker had vanished without a trace...

……

"Hahaha... I've struck gold! As expected, my decision was right. As the saying goes, no one gets rich without windfall gains. No matter how frugal you are in daily life, you could never earn this much!"

In a dark room, the black-haired goddess stared at the gold and silver treasures on the table with gleaming eyes.

The opulent jewelry, including jewels and exquisite gold ornaments, shimmered even in the dark, captivating the goddess.

It all poured out of the treasure chest, just like in a fairy tale, with beautiful gems gushing out like a fountain, seemingly endless... completely captivating the goddess.

Moreover, what was on the table was only a portion; the rest was piled up in every corner of the room, leaving almost no room to move in this small inner room.

"Crash..."

As she picked up a pile of gold coins and slowly let go, listening to the crisp, pleasant clinking sound, Ishtar felt even the speed of her blood flow increase slightly.

Now, if we just add a curse to her, we can turn her into a "dragon" guarding the gold, right?

But she didn't care!

After all, her fame in mythology isn't as great as Fafnir's.

Loyal to her desires, both arrogant and shameless, willing to do anything for wealth and power, even abandoning her dignity as a goddess—this is Ishtar!

How long... how long has it been since I've enjoyed such luxurious treatment?

Once upon a time, she was so wealthy that she could build palaces with jewels and gold, and her crown was inlaid with seven different precious treasures. All the wealth in the world belonged to her!

At that time, she was called the goddess of abundance, and also the "mistress of heaven" who was equal in status to the heavenly father!

However, Gilgamesh refused to acknowledge her supreme authority, which meant that despite being the city god of Uruk, she could no longer reside in the city's temple and had to move to the sacred peak, where she received far fewer offerings...

Simply put, we're poor!

But things are different now.

The treasure chests of Chaldea contain not only gold and silver treasures, but also precious resources such as Saint Quartz, Holy Grail, and Divine Vein Particles, each of which would be priceless in the outside world!

"Hahaha, let's see if that despicable Gilgamesh still dares to call me the poor goddess... With so much treasure, it's not impossible to buy Uruk and rebuild my Great Temple!"

Ishtar had become so carried away that she even selectively ignored the fact that the money was not obtained cleanly.

Moreover, she still had to deal with her creditors before that.

"My Goddess, the money you borrowed from me to turn your fortunes around at the casino was calculated entirely according to our traditional interest rate method. It is absolutely legal and compliant, and there is not a trace of falsehood."

The second person in the room, Sheba, dressed in a women's suit, adjusted her glasses, straightened her back as she spoke, and her full breasts strained so much that her white shirt almost burst open. Between the first and second buttons that were undone, one could see smooth, chocolate-like skin.

Although her skin tone is dark, she is undoubtedly a charming beauty—if only the "¥" symbol didn't appear in her eyes.

"Oh, easy, it's just paying back the money. This goddess is quite generous now!"

Ishtar waved his hand dismissively: "Speak, how much?"

"Hmm... add this in, deduct a small handling fee... plus the accumulated interest rate..."

Sheba smiled broadly after calculating the amount: "Honest and fair, 1.537 billion qubits—rounding down the difference, 1.5 billion qubits will do. Thank you for your patronage!"

"..."

The goddess slowly straightened up, looking at Sheba with the air of a soldier at attention, and asked blankly, "But I only borrowed five hundred million quantum kilometres..."

“That’s right, numbers don’t lie. Goddess, you’ve seen the contract and signed it yourself.”

Sheba smiled and took out a piece of parchment with a six-pointed star symbol drawn on it.

"It's all in black and white, honest and transparent. The interest rate and accumulation calculation are absolutely within the scope permitted by law."

"The Lady of Heaven, are you perhaps trying to renege on your debt?"

"How, how is it possible!"

Ishtar's eyes widened, her smile more like a grimace: "But, um, could I look at the numbers on the parchment again? I... I'll go look up some ancient Ethiopian law..."

"No, you've misunderstood, sir."

Sheba shook his head, kindly reminding her, "I'm using a traditional algorithm, not the Ethiopian one."

"Ugh?"

The goddess was stunned: "You are the mother of the first emperor of Ethiopia... The legend is true, isn't it?"

"Yes, but no matter what, I am just a woman after all. There is an old Chinese saying, what is it again... 'A woman should follow her husband wherever he goes.'"

Sheba smiled slightly, her glasses reflecting a cold white light: "So I became a citizen through my husband."

"Your husband is..."

"Solomon, the third king of Israel."

"You tricked me, Sheba!"

Ishtar screamed in despair, turned around, grabbed the treasure chest, and summoned "Ma'ana." Riding on her love bow, which served as both weapon and vehicle, she crashed through the roof and flew away.

"Ah, here it is!"

"He was hiding in Alfred and Dion's locker room!"

"Damn it, even the best-laid plans can go wrong. We really shouldn't have set aside a separate changing room!"

As soon as Ishtar appeared, the angry Heroic Spirits spotted her immediately. The sharp-eyed archers were the first to send out signals, while the incredibly fast spearmen had already blocked her path.

"It's you I've chosen! Go, Purple Old Lady **Uisddfhcbiauhfioeaho!**"

"【GáE Bolg Alternative】"

"Some unlucky guy got stabbed along with them... No, was this intentional?"

"Come on!"

"She's dizzy, don't let her fly away!"

"Close the door and release Ereshkigal!"

……

The noisy and joyful sports meet passed by, but at the closing ceremony, it somehow turned into a wild banquet that brought in all the heroic spirits. Except for Ishtar, who was hung under the five rings for all to see, everyone was immersed in the carnival-like atmosphere.

Even Iori was dragged into it, not to mention Sera and the others.

Akame, Kato Danzo, and Mochizuki Chiyome hit it off immediately. As assassins, they were very interested in each other's ninjutsu, and the female ninjas were also happy to have a new member join their small circle.

Needless to say, Sera met the young women and young women who were also given the name "Einzbern." With a complex mix of astonishment and delight, she shared her own stories from her respective timeline with them… During their time together, Sera was pleased to discover that her appearance was relatively distinctive among them.

However, since it's ultimately modeled after the "Winter Saintess," it can't be too far off.

Esdeath was much happier, having fallen for Camilla. The two sadists were happily discussing something together, while the Ice Queen would occasionally cast meaningful glances at Iori, setting off alarm bells in his mind!

...All good things must come to an end. After several days, even the most energetic Servants could no longer hold on, and very few were still able to remain sober. The scene looked like a world war had just taken place, far beyond the level of "message," resembling the aftermath of a small tornado.

Hassan the Hundred Faces was acting as a cleaner, taking care of the trash and dragging away the drunken Servants as well.

Those who receive better treatment are sent back to their own rooms, such as the kind-hearted characters like Emiya and Siegfried.

Those who received poor treatment were forced to sleep with trash, like the Celtic hero Fergus...

Iori is one of the few people who can remain sober. It would be an exaggeration to say that he can drink a lot without getting drunk. Even without deliberately eliminating the alcohol, he can only feel a hazy drunkenness, but his consciousness will not be confused.