Another peaceful day in Camelot.
BOOM!!!
"Sigh... Is it Gawain again?"
"It looks like more of that alchemy he calls 'developing new recipes.'"
It seemed it wasn't entirely peaceful.
"Perhaps you should try to stop Sir Gawain?"
"He isn't the type to listen. His stubbornness is part of the problem. When his flaws manifest like this, it's impossible to stop him unless you actually kill him."
"I see."
The King had many worries. First and foremost, not all members of the Round Table were currently present in Camelot. Only a fraction of them were here.
Since Percival—the only one capable of cooking normal food—was absent, the task of cooking fell to Gawain. His food at least had some flavor, even if it was tiresomely repetitive and consisted almost entirely of potatoes. At the very least, it could be classified as 'food.'
"How about a Grilled Gazer?"
"Throw it away, Bedivere."
Even the reliable Bedivere was no different from the other knights when it came to cooking. Agravain also thought Gawain was going too far, but since Agravain was even worse at cooking, he couldn't take any action. Besides, Gawain was his brother...
"Then how about this Sphinx meat we just hunted?"
"I appreciate the thought, Gareth."
Gareth proudly presented the corpse of the Divine Beast Sphinx, but it had already spoiled during transport. Gareth didn't realize this, so the King simply waved it off and refused.
"Hah, everyone's so useless. Father! Look at this!"
"...Mordred, why did you bring me a bunch of roots?"
"They call it... burdock, I think? It's surprisingly edible. I've eaten it a few times myself. It's a bit bitter, though."
"Does Morgan not feed you?"
"Sometimes?"
"...Throw it away."
"Aww..."
The King tapped her forehead and sighed deeply.
"The illusion of the Knights of the Round Table has been shattered."
"I, as the one who founded it, feel even more miserable."
"I bet~ So, Goddess, are you actually hungry?"
"It's more of a mood, Manaka."
Court Mage, Sajou Manaka.
She had come here all the way from Tokyo by herself. This was the territory of the Second Magic, crossing dimensions. However, as one connected to the Root, it wasn't that difficult for her. She had secretly made contact with the Holy Grail in Tokyo and absorbed some of its malice. While awakening as an Evil of Humanity was impossible, she had succeeded in obtaining power similar to Independent Manifestation.
She was staying in Camelot as a collaborator after receiving a certain proposal. However...
To her, Camelot was quite boring, aside from a few minor accidents. She spent her time in leisure, often feeling quite idle...
She was spending her time reviewing the records of when he was a Servant in the past. Having the knowledge of all things, she never found it boring to look through the historical logs.
"What are you looking at so intently?"
"A Beast's past."
"How enviable..."
"It's a past that's both interesting and infuriating at the same time~"
"...To be honest, I wish what you said wasn't true, but I have no choice but to believe it, which makes it harsh. What else happened?"
"The time he had his stomach pierced by some Oni and his guts were shown off?"
"....."
The King, unable to see the records, leaned back on her throne with a grimace.
"Oh, this one is cute. Should I share it?"
"...Very well."
"He's covered in wounds, but isn't it nice?"
"How can someone sustain such injuries while surrounded by all those monsters..."
"Who knows. It looks abnormal even to me... but in a way, maybe the Counter Force intervened. The Counter Force of Alaya or Gaia. It's not exactly impossible, right?"
"...But not anymore. I wonder what he is now."
The King and Manaka were engaged in a heated conversation centered on a single person.
"Agravain. What on earth is Father talking about so passionately with that woman? Who is this person they're discussing?"
"I do not know either. However, it is certain that the individual is important to the King."
"...It's probably someone like Guinevere anyway."
"Now, now, you shouldn't say such things," Bedivere said, stopping the cynical Mordred.
Gareth wanted to join in, wondering if it was a romantic story. As for Agravain...
"Then I'll just have to twist that woman's limbs."
"He ended up living in a tiny solitary cell because of those Crypter people. I want to kill them all."
His stomach churned knowing that the truth of their conversation wasn't a love story at all, but something far more ominous.
Soon after...
"My King! I have developed a new menu!"
"...Alright, what is it this time, Gawain?"
"Yes! It's Sardine and Potato Stew! And as a side dish, I've made Gazer Eyeball Fries by slicing up Gazers!"
""...""
Everyone thought the same thing: We're screwed.
"...This world really manages to surprise me. He's purely insane in a completely different direction than a Beast."
Manaka was more baffled than angry, and even the King let out a hollow laugh at such novelty that even a god couldn't have imagined.
"Please, try it while it's hot!"
Naturally, Gawain, who was completely oblivious in these matters, shouted with a bright smile...
BOOM!!!
The Holy Spear flew and sent Gawain flying. Since he was invincible due to the Protection of the Holy, the King had thrown it properly; anyone else would have been killed.
"Sigh..."
"Well, he gets 100 points for originality."
"What does that even matter..."
"By the way, he looks like a refined young prince, but the things he does are just... wow."
"He was indeed in the position of a prince. After all, he was my successor. But to be so missing a few screws..."
"A prince... A prince..."
Manaka stared into the air, imagining Dumpty as a prince.
"...Yeah, that's nice. It suits him."
With a faint smile, she looked out the window.
Meanwhile...
"Mmm, this is delicious. Did Atalanta make this?"
"That's right! It's Golden Apple Pie!"
"I never thought I'd live to see the day I eat Golden Apples, let alone in a pie... If they knew back at the Clock Tower, they'd faint."
"Ah, you've got some on your mouth, Olga. Let me wipe it for you."
"...Oh, okay."
Dumpty was spending a peaceful time in Chaldea.
"I wonder when he'll arrive... my prince."
It would likely take a long time.
"By the way, where is Sir Lancelot?"
"Beats me. Hey, do you know anything?"
At Agravain's question, Mordred asked Tristan, who was sitting next to her...
"...."
No response; it seemed he was asleep.
"Sigh... Well, he's probably off hitting on women somewhere."
"I pray that isn't the case..."
It seemed Camelot was peaceful today as well.
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