Chapter 83: On What Day Did Leonardo da Vinci Die?
[The quiz continues.]
[Currently, the Gawain Team is leading by 1 point, the Achilles Team is at negative 1 point, and your team has 0 points.]
[Not only were the points overtaken, but even your fetish was dragged out for public execution.]
"Didn't expect that—this kid actually likes the mommy-type characters…"
Caenis on the team said with a rather speechless expression.
"No no no no no, who told you I like that kind of thing?! I just happened to like Minamoto no Raikou, that's all—don't go slandering people like that!"
Eikou's face flushed bright red as he retorted irritably.
"I just like mature women who are older than me, okay? What's wrong with men liking women with big breasts? Liking the kind of gentle motherly type who knows how to take care of others is perfectly normal! No matter how strong or mature they are, deep down every man wants to bury himself in the ample bosom of a mature woman and act spoiled to his heart's content—what's wrong with that?!"
"I understand you,"
Tristan beside him said. "I also like the capable motherly type."
"You just like 'mothers' because they're married, don't you?!"
Eikou mocked back.
"So Lord Eikou likes the older woman type…"
Medea Lily looked a little regretful.
Don't be sad, Medea—one day you will definitely become a mature woman who is both charmingly sexy and capable of managing household affairs!
Eikou helplessly raised a hand to cover his face.
This is way too embarrassing—why did he have to have his fetish discussed in front of so many people like this, as if his desires were that intense…
But then—
Eikou's gaze suddenly sharpened.
Wait a second—this actually seems like a pretty good direction to solve the quiz?!
[You suddenly come up with a way to win this knowledge competition.]
"Alright, the next question…"
Kotomine Kirei drew another question from the deck of cards.
"Rider Boudica's special attack range is extremely narrow. Can you name any one of her special attack targets?"
Bang!
Before he even finished speaking, Eikou pressed the answer button without the slightest hesitation.
"The answer is…"
He gritted his teeth and pointed his thumb at his own face.
"It's me, Eikou!"
"Indeed… the correct answer should have been Roman special attack, but since Eikou possesses the skill Disaster With Women, he can also be counted as one of Boudica's special attack targets."
Tristan analyzed, "married woman, big breasts, older woman, big sister, mother—everything falls within his special attack range. To put it bluntly, it's right in the sweet spot."
"..."
"..."
Everyone looked at Eikou one after another with extremely hard-to-describe expressions; a few even quietly widened the distance between themselves and him.
Eikou's face was completely red.
Winning—this is all for the sake of winning!
He had already grasped the rules of this game. As long as a question involved a female character and special attack, there was no need to think—just randomly choose me and that's it!
With My Love is Eternal and Disaster With Women enhancing him, as long as it's a mature woman, she can special attack him, so there's basically no need to think at all.
Having a formula to answer questions really is fast!
"Next question—does Scathach have a special attack…"
Without thinking, Eikou pressed the button again. "Still me."
Nice—he even learned how to seize the right to answer first.
That said, this had already stopped being any kind of serious knowledge quiz at all; it had completely turned into a personal fetish showcase for him.
"So as long as they're mature women, you like them all—even if their age is measured in thousands of years?!"
Everyone was once again left dumbfounded.
"Is it really necessary to go this far, Sir Eikou…"
Gawain couldn't quite bear to watch anymore, speaking with a mix of seriousness and admiration. "It's just a game. Losing is losing—there's no need to drag your fetish out for public execution again and again like this. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"You people have no fighting spirit,"
Eikou's face was red, but his voice was extremely resolute.
"For the sake of victory, I already prepared myself long ago to stake everything. What does a bit of face matter?!"
I don't need dignity—I need victory!
"Very good, the Eikou Team immediately gains two points and takes the lead."
Kotomine Kirei said.
"There are only two questions left. If the Eikou Team still scores points, the match will end early."
Good, this one absolutely cannot be wrong! Eikou thought to himself.
Everyone collectively held their breath, ready to press the switch to seize the right to answer.
At that extremely tense moment, Father Kotomine randomly drew a question card and slowly said, "Please listen to the question… Mochizuki Eikou of the Britain Class—what is his height?"
Bang!
Once again, Eikou seized the right to answer without thinking.
Only then did he come to his senses, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes.
Huh, this question seems a bit different?
Asking about my height?
No way, this question is way too easy...
"Great, you can definitely answer this one!"
Caenis couldn't help but cheer. She slapped Eikou hard on the shoulder. "Hurry up and tell them the correct answer—we're about to win!"
"..."
Under everyone's gaze, Eikou smiled faintly.
"My height is..."
He proudly puffed out his chest.
"One meter seventy-four!"
"Wrong answer, minus one point!"
Kotomine Kirei shouted loudly.
"???"
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked—how could he even get this wrong?
"Sir Eikou, isn't your height only one meter seventy-three? Why did you arbitrarily add one centimeter?!"
Gawain was stunned. "Such a simple question and you still answered it wrong?"
"Because..."
Eikou lowered his head awkwardly. "Almost everyone here is around one meter eighty, and I'm only one meter seventy-three. It felt a bit embarrassing, so I couldn't help but report one extra centimeter..."
"Sir Eikou, your sense of embarrassment is really strange! When answering fetish questions you spill everything out, but when it comes to something as inconsequential as height you start hiding it. Do you really care that much about your height?!"
"Don't be self-conscious, Sir Eikou!"
Tristan comforted him. "I already said it—older women really like short boys like you. What they like is precisely that difference in stature! Miss Barghest and Miss Medusa would be drooling the moment they see you!"
Eikou: "….."
"Why do I feel like the three of you wouldn't be any different even if you were split into different teams?"
Oberon couldn't help but mock them.
[You answered incorrectly and were deducted one point.]
[Only the final question remains.]
[The Achilles Team is not good at using their brains, your team has 1 point, the Gawain Team has 1 point. Whoever answers correctly wins.]
"..."
The two teams were so tense they didn't dare breathe heavily, always ready to seize the right to answer the final question.
"Ehem, please listen to the question…"
Kotomine Kirei cleared his throat and asked slowly in a deep, heavy voice.
"The great Renaissance master painter, Leonardo da Vinci—on what day did he/she pass away?"
"..."
Both teams first fell into silence.
By reflex, Eikou wanted to press the button, but immediately realized that his universal answer no longer worked here, and couldn't help but freeze.
Da… da Vinci—what day did she die?
Wait, back in class it seemed like he had heard this before. It was something like…
May 2, 1519?
Bang!
Just as Eikou was about to press the button, Oberon from the neighboring team quickly pressed first and seized the right to answer.
It was taken?!
"Oberon… you know the correct answer?"
Gawain turned his head and asked.
"Ha ha, of course I know."
Oberon elegantly brushed his hair back like a prince, replying in a cheerful yet composed tone.
"I greatly respect great artists like Da Vinci. This question poses no difficulty for me at all, so the correct answer must be…"
"May 2, 1519! Am I right?!"
"Ugh..."
Damn it, that really is the answer…
Eikou's body trembled slightly, unable to help but regret that he hadn't reacted faster.
What a pity—if his brain had turned just a little quicker, he could have beaten Oberon and his team!
"No…"
However, Kotomine Kirei shook his head.
"Wrong answer!"
"?"
Oberon froze when he heard that.
"Wrong? Could it be that I remembered the exact year wrong? 1529?"
Kotomine Kirei still shook his head.
"..."
And it was still not correct?
Wait—could it be…
Eikou looked at the barely suppressed smile on the priest's face and suddenly guessed what the real answer was.
If it was something that could make Kotomine Kirei smile so happily, then it had to be…
"Allow me to ask something presumptuous…"
Eikou spoke slowly.
"Father, could it be that the correct answer is… December 31, 2017?"
(Note: Kotomine killed Da Vinci in the Second Prologue at the beginning of Lostbelt, and after that we got lolivinci.)
"That's right, it's that day…"
Kotomine Kirei said with a somewhat smug expression. "I did it."
"Is something wrong with your head?! That's the wrong answer, you know that, right?! Using a hellish joke like that as the answer—did you forget so quickly how you were stabbed to death so many times before?!"
"Congratulations, you answered correctly. You are the winner of this match!"
My thanks to you and your entire family line. Just wait until I get back to Chaldea and tell Principal da Vinci about this—your good days are numbered!
[You have become the winner of the knowledge quiz challenge.]
[Kotomine Kirei fulfills his promise and hands you a map of the deserted island.]
[It marks the habitats of rare monsters, the areas where Vorpal Chicken gather—appearing only along coastlines and Hawaii—not only yielding extremely high competition points, but also offering a chance to encounter the Vorpal Chicken King, worth even more points.]
[You prepare to head toward the locations marked on the map and begin hunting.]
[As for Gawain and Achilles, they must take responsibility for eating an entire pot of insanely perverted ultra-spicy Mapo Tofu.]
"Farewell, Gawain, Tristan, and Oberon as well…"
Looking at them with expressions like they were about to be sent to the execution ground, clutching the tray of mapo tofu tightly, Eikou couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"What a short-lived friendship!"
[Thus, without any delay, you immediately set off to hunt.]
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