Interlude the Third
It was a relatively quiet day at the cafe. No one had yet had a reason to raise a voice or draw a weapon, the latest three part-time employees were settling in nicely and looked just so cute in their uniforms, a certain Royal Pain had yet to arrive and harass a member of the trio of young women who were the cafe's best customers. In general, everything was quiet and peaceful.
It was also boring. All day only four customers total had come in, the aforementioned best customers and a fashionably dressed boy at a table at the far end of the cafe who'd ordered only a simple cup of tea. The Ahnenerbe staff, for the most part, had plenty of time and nothing to fill it with.
(Not that any of them dared to say that out loud, of course. Not after the incident with Magical Amber.)
"Everything is so boring right meow," declared Neco-Arc randomly. This, in turn, caused Lancer to swear.
Suddenly, the boy at the far end of the Cafe jumped to his feet. "Another one? Related to those I know but not from their meddling, strange… And an interloper? How did I not sense this before?" The boy then calmly left the building muttering something about gods and potion brewing. Lancer breathed a sigh in relief that the sudden chaos had been so minor.
"He didn't pay," one of the young girls who had started working part time said. "Should we go after him?"
"He didn't finish his tea either," another said.
"How naughty" noted the third.
"No," Lancer answered. "He's usually well behaved in comparison to certain other people. He'll be back eventually and we'll bill him then." Lancer had been working here long enough to know how to deal with certain customers. Not finishing his tea was odd, but at least he wasn't-
"Saber!" Shouted the newly arrived King of Heroes as he entered the cafe. "Once more I have come for you."
With a group sigh, the three Heroines-Artoria Pendragon, Arcueid Brunestud, and Ryougi Shiki-stood to once again deal with the Archer-class Servant who by now was more a nuisance than a threat.
"Girls," Lancer said to the three new employees, "go to the back room and stay there until I call for you." They were just children, they didn't need to see this. "And when I call you come back with the blood mop and the box labeled 'Table Repair.' "
"Nya, Arceuid's taking point this time," Interjected Neco-Arc, "we're going to need the roof repair kit."
The three young girls fled as they were told, the first to speak complaining about not seeing the fight as sounds of violence filled the Ahnenerbe.