Meanwhile.
Gilgamesh, whom she had been thinking about, stood atop a streetlamp outside the residential area, gazing into the distance.
Beneath the streetlamp, hiding himself within the sunlight, was the so-called glorious and righteous Sun Knight.
Full of anticipation, he asked: "Well? Have they started fighting... cough I mean, is there any trouble?"
"Sun Knight, you truly pursue instinctive pleasure in the simplest way," Gilgamesh remarked with a smile.
"No, I'm concerned about Britain's future!"
Gawain declared righteously, "Those two represent Britain's present and future. Any conflict between them would affect the entire nation."
If only I had clairvoyance, would I need to watch this show with you?
So frustrating!
Praise the sun, grant me clairvoyance too!
"No need for explanations. Your inner emotions manifest directly in your words and actions."
Gilgamesh shook his head slightly, "For now, the waters are calm—no signs of conflict."
This so-called Sun Knight truly pursued pleasure just like him.
"They haven't started fighting... cough I mean, it's good they haven't fought."
Gawain had originally planned to rush over immediately to enjoy the spectacle—
No, to rescue Mordred!
Back then, Mordred couldn't defeat King Arthur.
Now that His Majesty had ascended to the Crowned Sword Saint rank, victory was even more impossible.
Even if the king disguised himself as someone else and kissed that man right in front of Mordred, she probably wouldn't notice!
She might even offer her blessings!
Tch, why does that thought make it even more amusing?
No no, I am the Sun Knight representing goodness and justice—I mustn't take such schadenfreude.
This is all Mordred's fault!
She's the one who started the rebellion and destroyed Britain!
Gilgamesh said nothing more.
[Sha Naqba Imuru]—the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star—continued operating, attempting to perceive what was happening over there.
Unfortunately, his Clairvoyance could only see the future, not the specific details of the present.
That useless Clairvoyance of the trashy dream demon was ironically the most useful right now.
A Clairvoyance that could only perceive the "present" had turned its owner into a true master of peeping.
Every day, they idly watched the drama unfold, living more carefreely than even the mighty King of Heroes himself.
Ah well, he'd just beat them up next time they met.
Gilgamesh gazed at the residential area, lost in thought.
If he snatched that ungrateful mage's Grand Caster qualification and became a Grand Caster himself, would he gain Clairvoyance comparable to that lazy doctor's?
...
In an ordinary living room within the residential area.
A sumptuous dinner had already been laid out on the dining table.
Souma spoke with calm confidence, "Here, just some home-cooked dishes. Hope you don't mind."
When it came to culinary skills, he naturally had absolute confidence.
However,
This was King Arthur and Mordred sitting together at the same table. One wrong move and it could turn into a world-famous painting—
"The Last Supper!"
Roya enthusiastically gestured, "Come, come, Mordred, sit next to me."
She shot a slightly disdainful glance at the quiet blonde girl on the other side. If only that glutton weren't here...
Coming over to freeload meals every day and eating so much—what, did she think she was King Arthur or something?
"Hmm, as you wish."
Mordred sat down beside her, calmly observing the people present.
As soon as the ordinary high school student announced the start of the meal, the girl who somewhat resembled her father had already wordlessly buried herself in eating mode.
Her movements were elegant, yet her eating speed was remarkably fast.
In the short time she had been observing, the other person had already finished a bowl of rice.
She handed over the empty bowl and said softly, "Another bowl, please!"
"Sure, take your time. I made plenty this time." Souma served her another bowl of rice.
After filling it to the brim, he added an extra scoop, piling it high.
He urged warmly, "You all should eat more too. Don't hold back."
"Alright, thank you."
Mordred nodded.
She could clearly see that despite his calm exterior, he seemed slightly restless.
Clearly, he had been informed of her true identity by her friend.
That was only natural.
After all, he was just an ordinary high school student.
For someone like him to remain seated calmly after learning that a Servant had come knocking was already quite impressive.
But perhaps that was because of her.
If it had been King Arthur or Qin Shi Huang, there was no way he could have stayed this composed!
Mordred picked up her chopsticks.
Having been in China for so long, she had naturally mastered the use of these two little sticks long ago.
She picked up a piece of meat and placed it in her mouth.
Originally, she hadn't held any expectations—she was merely sampling local fare—but her eyes faintly brightened.
This ordinary high school student's cooking skills seemed unreasonably good, rivaling those of professional chefs!
Before she knew it, the bowl of rice in front of her had been completely emptied.
Just as Mordred was debating whether to ask for seconds—
The girl beside her had already decisively handed over her empty bowl. "Another bowl, please."
"Could I have another bowl too?"
Mordred passed hers over, slightly embarrassed.
"Here you go, eat as much as you like."
Souma deftly served them both, piling the rice high each time, as if worried it wouldn't be enough.
A far cry from the cafeteria ladies at school who always shook their hands while serving.
Then—
Roya watched the two of them in astonishment.
The two girls seemed to be competing in eating, with cries of "Another bowl!" ringing out repeatedly.
By the time she finally snapped out of her daze, she realized they had already polished off all the food on the table!
???
A flurry of question marks popped up above Roya's little head.
Where did all those heaping plates of food and rice I set out go?
Indeed, hesitation leads to defeat—in the blink of an eye, these two had devoured everything!
Artoria clasped her hands together, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Thank you for the meal."
"Thank you for the meal." Mordred mimicked the gesture.
Though it was just a simple meal, it suddenly reminded her of the taste of her mother's cooking—
No, it was more like Nameless's cooking.
Even the meals Nameless had prepared for her back then couldn't compare to this.
Of course, back then, seasonings were scarce, and just having enough to eat was a blessing.
After eating their fill and resting for a while, the two guests from Britain prepared to leave.
Roya spoke up, "Mordred, wait a moment. I'll go get the things I prepared for you earlier."
She hurried upstairs.
Earlier, she had promised Mordred to gather some comics, novels, and games to help pass the time when she was bored.
Seeing that dinner had ended peacefully, Souma finally allowed himself to relax a little.
Even though it was just a meal, the tension had made it feel like a last supper.
If Mordred had discovered his and King Arthur's true identities, everything would have exploded on the spot.
Thankfully, it was all over now—no more need to worry!
Just then—
Mordred smiled and asked, "You look European. Are you from Britain too?"
His distinctly European features, mixed with subtle Asian traits, gave him the charm of someone of mixed heritage.
"Yes."
Artoria replied softly.
"Roya told me you two are... childhood sweethearts?" Mordred continued her questioning.
She was well aware that her little bestie also had feelings for her guardian, hence the deliberate probing.
The two were quite similar in this regard—both falling for someone they shouldn't.
Could this beautiful golden-haired girl standing before her also be in love with the ordinary high school boy beside her?
"Yes."
With serene composure, Artoria stepped closer to Souma and gently straightened his collar.
Then.
Under Souma's utterly astonished gaze.
Right in front of the rebellious knight, she wrapped her slender arms around his neck, rose slightly on her toes, and kissed him!
A kiss so brazen, as if seeking to merge completely with him!