"The first Holy Grail Eating Contest is jointly sponsored by the Tonkotsu Ramen Shop on the shopping street and Hongzhou Yansui Hall Taishan Restaurant. Everyone is welcome to choose their related products and enjoy a pleasant shopping experience."
On the host platform, Cat Princess held a microphone, turned toward the audience, and tossed out a basket of small gifts printed with cat-paw patterns. Amid the lively atmosphere, she read the opening remarks from her script without missing a word.
Why was there even an advertisement?
As the boss and behind-the-scenes investor, Samael nearly collapsed in the shadows.
The ancient serpent promptly steadied himself, his face darkening as he cast a gloomy look toward Kirei Kotomine at the judges' table.
The person in charge sitting there spread his hands, signaling helplessly with his eyes.
"Can't be helped. The rental fee for Fuyuki City's Grand Stadium, plus all this food stock and professional equipment... the event funds you gave us simply aren't enough..."
"Do I need to teach you this? Don't keep fleecing me alone! Can't you ask the Church and the Three Great Families for a budget? Make them provide some Holy Grail War special funding!"
"Keep your lives free from the love of money, and be content with what you have. For He has said: 'I will never leave you nor forsake you.'—Hebrews 13:5."
"..."
Hearing a former clergyman draw a cross over his chest and use the original teachings of the Bible to shut him up, Samael's lips twitched, his gaze full of contempt.
"You weren't this upright back when you ran an illegal shop in Italy and evaded taxes..."
The priest pretended not to hear him and turned his head away, concealing the fact that he had fallen from grace.
Damn, I nearly forgot. I was the one