Chapter 849

"Huh?"

Berserker stood frozen in place, his simple-minded face turned toward Kirei Kotomine.

This turn of events had actually suppressed his Mad Enhancement.

"Waaah! It's impossible for a Berserker to play a sports game with rules!"

Illya, sitting in the spectator stands, refused to accept this and immediately began to protest.

"I thought as much..."

Beside her, Shirou Emiya wore an expression that said 'what a nice day,' while Rin Tohsaka turned her head away, smiling quite happily.

In any case, it wasn't Archer who had been eliminated.

Illya: "That's too much! This is a biased call!"

The Gatekeeper: "He almost killed someone, how could it not be a penalty?"

Feng Xi: "Berserker should be suited for sports like weightlifting, shot put, or javelin."

Waver: "Weightlifting... I'm afraid no one would truly be his match."

"Next game—Blackbeard!"

This is a Japanese game of luck where a doll is placed inside a barrel, and participants take turns inserting swords into the slots on the barrel.

Whoever has the bad luck to make Blackbeard pop out is the winner.

However, the trouble was that the organizers had forgotten to prepare the doll today, so—

Congratulations to Lancer for winning the role of Blackbeard.

"Why am I Blackbeard?"

But it was clear the person in question was very unwilling, still protesting even after the match had begun.

"There's no help for it, please abide by the results of the draw, Lancer!"

Artoria held a sword and inserted it into a slot without hesitation, then looked at the barrel with anticipation.

Unfortunately, her luck wasn't good enough to hit it on the first try.

"Hey! Stop it!"

Lancer's tone was filled with despair and helplessness; are you sure this thing won't stab him?

"Hit it!"

Archer didn't stand on ceremony and went straight for the second try, scaring Lancer into baring his teeth.