"… Well, you certainly don't suffer from misfortune anymore."
Karna chuckled lightly as Siegfried folded his hand of playing cards onto the table. The two battle dressed servants stared down at the cards as the saber chuckled while shaking his head. A five of clubs, two threes, a four of diamonds, and an ace of spades made up Siegfried's hand. Across the small table in the Gaming Room, Karna's hand was a vastly different story. The lancer had managed two matching pairs.
"It's a good thing I'm opposed to betting, and have nothing to wager for that matter," Siegfried noted as he took the cards and began to reshuffle them. Outside the door, a small flotilla of robots carrying various large materials hovered by, but it did not bother the two. Most robots had been hard at work with their current directives since dinner, helping the furniture department with its sudden plan.
"Perhaps we should try another game tomorrow night," Karna responded as the saber nodded. "Chess sounds like an interesting activity."
Since the incident with Brynhildr after the formation of the Chaldean Defense Force, the Peacekeepers had kept a wary eye on the newly arrived lancer. The night of her arrival, there had been another incident when she had appeared in Siegfried's room while he was alone; He drew Balmung just in case. Response had been swift since Ushiwakamaru had predicted it, so nothing had occurred. Nevertheless, Siegfried had gone every night since without sleep, not that the servants actually needed it. Preserving magical energy was still a valued idea, as was a nice rest, but the threat of Brynhildr acting up was simply too high.
The heroic saber wouldn't blame her. The poor lancer simply didn't have control, and was ruled by her own legend.
Karna had volunteered without hesitation to stay up every night with him as a bodyguard. Since doing so, Brynhildr had made no other attempts, and to her credit, even struggled to maintain her control should they ever come across each other. The male lancer's gesture was a welcome one, and he very much appreciated the act from the Hero of Charity. Since his arrival, they had come quite a way to becoming valued allies, and the saber was glad for that; No longer would he feel any trepidation from that deadly spear as he did when they clashed in Romania.
Siegfried dealt out the cards and returned the deck to the center of the table, quietly thinking of another activity they could try. He would suggest sparring, but the likelihood they would get engrossed in their fight and wake up far more of Chaldea than they intended was high. While Peacekeepers shattering the peace of the night would be a rather funny and ironic note, it was hardly something he wished to pursue. Chess might prove to be an interesting option with its many strategies. There were also plenty of other non-virtual related gam-
Upon picking up his two new cards, he maintained a poker face with ease. Always calm and collected, he simply waited to reveal the straight flush of clubs. This round would definitely be his as Karna looked up and nodded to him. "I am ready."
He placed his hand down with a newly revealed smile. "Five, six, seven, eight, and nine of clubs."
Karna's poker face was ever strong as he gently placed down a royal flush of hearts. Siegfried groaned while the lancer chuckled.
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Fragment 37: Heroism Takes Many Forms
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"Delaqua was quite the surprising fighter. I did not expect that from a repair engineer."
"Gabrielle did well against someone who seems to have been a professional in her art. No foul play nor intent to kill, yet there was precision, purpose, and technique behind every movement. She was also rather… chivalrous at the end. Or mayhaps sportsmanlike would be a more appropriate, modern term."
"Those two proved their sense of honor in what should have been a public shaming," Siegfried noted as they continued to walk. His glowing chest partially illuminated the center of his silver collared shirt. His black slacks matched those of Lancelot, who also had his purple formal shirt tucked in like Siegfried.
The short haired saber turned to his first sparring partner as he cleared his throat. "I'm still disappointed Kiyohime set that dishonorable fight up. She should have known better, whether she wanted the offense settled or not. The outcome could have been far worse."
"Everyone's sense of justice is different. To me, it seems she only disregarded the idea our master would surrender easily after a few hits."
As someone who now pursued others' sense of justice, he was well aware how differently some might think. He has done a rare few, questionable acts of his own, but as a hero he only pursued to right what was wrong. Somewhere along the way, he had lost his own sense of his path when it mixed with others, so he could see how Kiyohime might have been influenced. When collaborating with Delaqua, who clearly becomes invested in her martial arts, it was likely the two let their feelings resonate to escalate the situation unknowingly.
It was two very different ideas to know oneself and to lose it amongst the beliefs and wishes of others. He personally endeavored never to let that happen to himself again, but he quietly hoped Kiyohime had also learned the lesson. It had only been a month, and while she progressed far, it was obvious she still needed to stabilize herself once more. It was difficult shaking one's legend, though she might have caused herself a slight setback in the opinions of others. "What of the other knights, Lancelot?"
"They believe the same as me. King Arturia only wishes Gabrielle had been more controlling of her emotions at the end, and known when to concede gracefully. Mordred found it all exciting. The rest were as eager as myself to assist our master in the end, but Irisviel was more fit for the task."
Siegfried nodded as they turned down another corridor. They passed a group of employees who were talking about the wrestling match, though thankfully in a neutral tone. Damage control by Doctor Roman had been exceptionally quick and adamant, which took the entire facility by surprise. Thanks partially to those measures, the Peacekeepers, with their own current directive in place, had no problems involving the incident in the half-a-day since the event came to an abrupt close. Okita and Ushiwakamaru were especially glad about that considering the rise of some servant related issues as of late.
To be honest, Siegfried was a little more at ease now that he was a Peacekeeper. He had several ways to occupy his time in Chaldea, but as fighting royalty and a hero at heart, fighting had its own sense of serenity for him. It was something to be expected, and a path he had all but mastered with the slaying of Fafnir. He was familiar with it and it brought a sense of comfort, even if Chaldea was soothing in its own way. Though he has long since adapted, the relaxed atmosphere had taken a lot of adjusting for him compared to some others.
Sparring remained his favorite way to past the time, however. "You sure you do not wish to join us later?"
"I have yet to have the honor of sparring against the acclaimed Sasaki, but I have plans to accompany my daughter in Chaldea's new activity," Lancelot shook his head with a smile. "Perhaps another time. I would like to see for myself what it is like to fight one of Chaldea's legendary dragon slayers."
"Ja. Another time then, Lancelot. I hope you enjoy the festival with Mashu this afternoon," Siegfried replied.
They stopped in the hallway as a pair of robots passed while carrying what appeared to be banners. After turning to each other, they reached out with right hands to grasp the other in a firm shake. With friendly smiles, they nodded before breaking the gesture. Lancelot disappeared down another hallway as Siegfried continued down the current one towards the Medical Bay. As he did, he eyes another group of passing robots with containers filled with various stuffed prizes. He paid them no further heed as he continued on his way.
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"Captain Okita, this is Siegfried. Possible situation in Sector D. I will keep everyone informed."
"Understood! Please give an update if the situation escalates." Siegfried lowered the radio back to his belt.
He would have arrived earlier, but a gathering crowd of formerly working employees and passing staff caught his attention. A few servants were also mixed into the group. Judging by how silent everyone was, and the last of any sort of rancor words from an argument, he had a hunch what it might possibly be about. The saber approached, causing regular staff to part ways for the Peacekeeper Lieutenant while continuing their quiet conversations. While his eyes remained forward, his ears picked up the bits and pieces around him.
"They've been talking for thirty minutes." "Gabrielle is too forgiving." "Maybe Roman has a punishment ready?" "It's not their fault she didn't tap out."
Though there were arguments, they were thankfully kept civil as he finally reached a view point. Gabrielle stood in jean shorts and an orange crop top beside a sky blue kimono wearing Kiyohime. They were dead center in the hallway he needed to take to get to the Medical Bay. His concern rose slightly when he noted the two were talking rather quietly with Delaqua. The supervisor was in her usual loose-fitting Chaldean uniform with the yellow Logistics Division tie. From their stances and voices, there was hardly any animosity between them. Nevertheless, he remained ready to intervene and alert Okita.
"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have said any of that in the first pl-" Delaqua raised her hand to interrupt the guilt stricken Gabrielle.
As the master fell quiet, the supervisor shook her head. "I've been called many things all through my childhood. It still hurts being called big and unflattering, but I should have realized you meant my clothing. You didn't know me, as I didn't know you, yet I assumed and let the grudge fester into something reprehensible. You have no need to apologize for that. I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry, Gabrielle."
"She'll only keep doing it anyway. This is Gabrielle we're talking with," Kiyohime added with a small smile to try and raise both of their spirits.
The female master rubbed her own arm and stared at her feet momentarily. "I mean it though. I keep making a mess of things somehow."
"After forgiving us so readily for what we put you through, you've hardly made a mess. Please don't let it bother you any longer," the supervisor nodded. Murmurs started as she approached and placed a comforting hand on the master's shoulder. Delaqua smiled a bit and chuckled. "I even got a sparkling admiration for you now. You're an agile little fighter. Not many could dodge all my knock out hits."
"I just didn't want to look like a pushover, that's all. I dealt with a lot of bullies protecting Gudao," she replied with a small smile. "I couldn't even faze you though. I might as well have been punching a big wall… ah, I mean- No! Shoot! I didn't mean-"
Delaqua chuckled, causing the audience to fall quiet again. "Relax, Gabrielle. If there's one thing I'll never be self-conscious about, it's my martial arts. My nickname in the college arena was Valeria the Vanquisher. Coach did a lot to get me there from my obese childhood, and I love him like my own father for it. That said, Kiyohime is trying to build a friendship with you as a final, friendly recompense, but I still haven't given you any conciliation of my own yet."
Gabrielle raised her hands quickly. "No, please. I've forgiven both of you already. The cycle just needed to end, since we are already even-"
Delaqua interrupted with a polite raise of her hand again. "We're hardly even, but I'll tell you what... Quick idea of mine. You ever need a sparring buddy or someone to help you with your fighting techniques, hit me up anytime. I'll hold back too. I promise."
The master, looking very uncertain, tried to interrupt but failed. "Also, I'll personally get right to work on that queen-sized bed and picture shelf Scathach said you were always considering… though you'll need to go to Naomi for those extra pillows. My needlework and footwork are hardly comparable."
"Miss Delaqua, please, I insist-"
"Valeria, honey. Valeria. And I too insist. I may be quiet and professional most of the time, but I know how to be assertive when I need to be," the supervisor stated as she gently patted the top of Gabrielle's head. "And just like Kiyohime with her request to spend today's activities with you, I won't take a no."
Siegfried nodded gently at the sight while Gabrielle looked to her side at the berserker. Kiyohime simply shrugged and giggled, before hiding the bottom of her face behind her personal fan. The master simply sighed, but smiled genuinely. "Thank you then, Valeria. I'll be sure to stop tip toeing around you too."
"Great!" the supervisor replied as some clapping came from the crowd. It soon turned into a chorus as the embarrassed girls looked around them. "Maybe we should have done it in private… ah well, it's in the past now. If you don't mind, I need to get my staff back to work. Those robots can't set the festival up by themselves… well, they have been all night, but that would make my department look lazy, now won't it? Let's get back to work, crew! Roman is counting on us!"
There was no grumbling from any nearby engineers as the crowd began parting. More robots came through carrying various items that Siegfried assumed were for specific activities instead of stands. Based on the excited mumbling from the four child servants that ran past him, he couldn't help but smile at their enthusiastic chattering. The relaxing day just simply turned into a festival, partially thanks to Roman's planning… or panicking if you asked Da Vinci. At the very least, it was the new topic for most conversations since the unveiling announcement this morning.
He picked up his radio. "Okita, this is Siegfried. Nothing to be worried about. The crowd is dispersing."
"Okay! Thank you for your work!" He chuckled and returned it to his belt, intent on finally getting to the Medical Bay.
Judging by the sudden approach of the female master, he would be delayed further. "Siegfried. You watched all of this?"
"Only the end, Master," the saber replied as a robot floated past carrying colorful cloth. "I hope that helped alleviate any remaining issues."
"I believe so, Siegfried. We discussed much this second time," Kiyohime nodded resolutely. "I'm going to do my best and behave for the masters."
Siegfried quietly nodded with a small smile. "For the sake of the peace, I hope so… Now, is there something else you needed, Master?"
Gabrielle nodded as she passed a quick glance to Kiyohime. "Gudao and I have been talking with Brynhildr about your situation. She was very remorseful for her actions, and regretful she's been doing them."
"Brynhildr can't control herself. It's part of her legend, though not caused by Mad Enhancement," Kiyohime added as she folded her fan. "After watching her for so long, Tamamo, Arash, and I have succeeded in convincing her to seek help from the masters at breakfast rather than continue to struggle by herself."
"Paracelsus has been making a one-time potion for her problem as we speak. It should be ready soon, but I hope it means you can sleep tonight."
Siegfried slowly nodded as he pieced everything together. He heard of Kiyohime's formal apology last night, and already she seemed adamant on righting her wrongs and assuring something of the sort doesn't happen again. It was probably safe to assume her will to convince Brynhildr only doubled because of this incident, though she likely tried hard the previous days as well. That was already a reassuring piece of knowledge. Now it was simply a matter of waiting it out so he may return to his regular, routine life.
That was an interesting thought in itself. With everything that happens in this place, it was often easy to forget how strange it is to have this second life. Grail Wars were usually difficult, tense, and horrendous affairs should his previous one be any indication. Even after adapting to the peculiar circumstances for this one, regular life had seemed rather complicated and strange since they were all servants. It was only when his sleep pattern was disturbed by Brynhildr did he realize how much he silently treasured it. It certainly was a better life than the last one in Romania.
"Thank you, Master and Kiyohime. I hope so too."
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"I need your advice."
"This is unusual," Siegfried noted as he sat across Roman's desk in his personal office. "I thought it was for something else."
"Typically, I go to Da Vinci, David, but I need it from a new perspective," Roman admitted as he finished typing on to his laptop. He adjusted one sleeve of his uniform. "You're always calm and collected. I thought maybe I could have your opinion on the matter, if you do not mind."
"I am already here, Doctor. Just speak your mind and I'll see how I may help."
With a sigh, Roman stopped typing on his laptop and reached over to a piece of paper on top of a stack. He quickly flipped the article and spun it so that the words could be visible. As he gently pushed it across the desk, Siegfried noted its familiarity immediately. It was the notice and order the doctor had plastered across every video intercom and screen possible around Chaldea in the wake of the incident. There was no doubt everyone in the facility had read through it multiple times due to its sheer, demanding exposure.
"It's made me nervous ever since... What do you think, Siegfried?" The saber gazed down at the paper again.
Official Statement for Chaldea
As everyone is aware, the recent event within the last hour has made waves many did not expect.
Reactions vary from person to person, but many remain in disagreement. What happened was supposed to be a sporting event, though many have strong feelings for what has transpired. This is only natural for what everyone has come to witness, though be wary of letting emotion hamper reason or dilute the facts.
Blame does not fall on any single person, but a collective. Servant Kiyohime and Supervisor Delaqua will be held as equally responsible as Gabrielle for what has come to pass. I will personally be having a discussion with each to figure out the final solution. Should all parties be willing, I would not be against dropping the entire situation completely in favor of the promise of better future relations.
To everyone else, the next serves as a final warning.
Any and all negative discussions or actions, including, but not limited to, plans for retribution for any involved party, will be punishable to a twice-higher degree than standard procedure, effective immediately. As Acting Director of Chaldea, I do not wish for the facility to be torn apart by events, nor will I tolerate anything that further destabilizes the community after what transpired. We are all fighting for the sake of humanity's survival.
Gabrielle is currently resting in her room upon her request, as opposed to the medical wing, and is under the care of several servants. She appears to be fine besides emotional turmoil and will be active tomorrow morning. Servant Kiyohime and Supervisor Delaqua had assisted her, as many are also aware. Whether through guilt or genuine compassion after the heat of the moment, I see it as an example of good will that must be followed. We must learn the lessons of today so we do not allow the spiral of wrongs to darken tomorrow.
I hope we can all move on from this together.
Acting Director Roman Archaman
Slowly, Siegfried nodded and passed the notice back to the doctor. "The real question, Doctor Roman, is what do you think?"
"I think I was just as emotionally compromised as everyone else," Roman admitted as he slouched in his chair. He stared blankly at his computer screen. "The words I heard as we escorted Gabby out were disheartening. There were many good words and praises, yes, but the amount of finger pointing and blame assignment made me angry. I had to do something to prevent that from continuing… and I wound up acting like a dictator by placing that notice."
Siegfried sat a little straighter in curiosity. "You believe what you did was wrong?"
"It may have had sprinkles, but I ordered everyone to suppress their feelings on the matter and move on. There was no room for argument," he sighed again and buried his head in his arms. He groaned on his self-made pillow and shook his head. "From what I heard, everyone accepted that decree last night. Everyone. I somehow doubt that. There has to be some still upset with my handling, the situation, and…"
Siegfried watched calmly as the doctor began fidgeting in his protected state. "I let my anger control me, and then told everyone to control their emotions. Does that make me a hypocrite? I silenced everyone. Maybe- Maybe I should have done what some of the people wanted-"
"We all face hard decisions sooner or later, Doctor Roman." The orange haired man pulled his head up to stare at him.
Calling him for advice may not have been a coincidence after all. While there were many other servants in Chaldea who may be better suited to discussing this situation, what the doctor currently questioned was his sense of justice. For a hero that now wished to seek only his own, then he may have well been the best person at the moment. Still, he couldn't help but draw from his own personal experience at the moment to help reassure the nervous doctor.
The parallels were there, even if the situation was far from exact. It was not Kriemhild and Brunnhilde that were at odds this time, but separate opinionated groups within Chaldea that backed Gabrielle or the two perpetrators. He had heard the many opinions simply by being there, as did many servants. By ordering the firm policy into place, Siegfried could see how he could have shifted discontent from them onto himself. Whether he knew that fact or not didn't matter, but the saber felt his position was at least somewhat similar to his in his past life.
Thankfully, the doctor didn't need to sacrifice himself to solve the situation.
"You followed what was your sense of justice, and no one should fault you for that. You maintained order during a social emergency," Siegfried continued. The doctor was in turmoil with his decision, and the saber knew he had to eliminate that doubt in Da Vinci's stead. "Sometimes individuals have to make tough decisions to keep the peace of the land. You did just that, but I can assure you, the peace has been truly established."
The frown remained. "…Any lingering negativity to the girls?"
"Nothing openly stated, as per your order. Okita's directive seems to have been effective alongside your policy. If it was there, it was hidden. The girls had a publicly witnessed apology that seemed to resonate well with those present. I don't doubt the news should spread through Chaldea."
Roman began fiddling with his two pointer fingers. He briefly appeared like a small child. "…and they're… fine with what I did?"
Siegfried slowly shook his head. "There were some grumblings about censorship. Nothing more. It was the first order you've ever made since declaring the Grand Order. You're far from a tyrannical ruler, Doctor Roman. You did well, and many are doing what they can to gently ease the situation."
As the doctor slowly nodded, Siegfried pondered about the Peacekeeper directive that was still in effect. The group had made significant bounds in easing the tensions last night with the help of employees. Anishka had proven to be exceptionally cooperative in recruiting willing staff for the endeavor, even if she was also rather emotionally compromised upon witnessing Gabrielle's fight. With the announcement of the festival this morning, the damage control became all encompassing, swift, and absolute.
"So then, you… have no hard feelings towards any of them for hurting Gabrielle? Anyone you know?"
While he believed Kiyohime still had much to learn about vengeance, he couldn't fault anyone more than the other. The berserker underestimated the repercussions, Delaqua didn't call the fight earlier, but Gabrielle didn't surrender either. It was merely a perfect storm that ended far better than it should have. If Gabrielle could forgive them, then it was simple for him to look past the incident; He held no ill will to begin with.
If anything, he was very proud of the master for not surrendering on something trivial. Train like you fight is something Leonidas consistently proclaims, but it is true. As a warrior, she made him proud to have her as a master, especially when compared to the other one he had. Her sense of justice this morning only made him appreciate his new master. He was glad Gabrielle became a master, though he still preferred Gudao's calmness and stability in difficult situations.
Siegfried opened his mouth when the door swung open to reveal a battle dressed Da Vinci with crossed arms. The saber slowly closed his mouth as Roman began chewing on his pen cap in sudden, growing nervousness. "Ohhh… Hi Da Vinci?"
"Are you going to keep bothering Siegfried with pointless questions? You have the answers already."
"I just need some-" Roman stopped talking, and nibbling, as he followed Da Vinci's gaze to his open laptop. She reached out for it, but he was a lot faster. In a move faster than lightning, he swiftly grabbed his device and cradled it with desperation filling his eyes. Siegfried couldn't help but break his calm demeanor to stare astounded at the doctor. Da Vinci, though incredulous, seemed surprised at his speed as well.
The doctor didn't care in the least. "No! Please, Da Vinci! I need this! I need Magi*Mari's reassurance! Siegfried's! Yours! Don't do this to me now!"
Siegfried blinked as Da Vinci sighed. "I'll talk with you after this, because you are going to enjoy the festivities later too."
Roman simply nodded while clutching his laptop. Evidently the saber had never seen the doctor like this, but had no time to dwell on it as the inventor slowly motioned for him to follow. As Roman whimpered, they left the office and Da Vinci gently closed the door. She smiled sympathetically and looked up at the tall saber. "Sorry you had to see that. He gets very anxious at times and uses that idol blog as a security blanket. Thanks for helping reassure him."
He wanted to make a comment about reassuring the weak, but he didn't see Roman like that as some other servants did. He couldn't fathom why he was picked on occasionally while adored by others. Still, he simply did what was right. "It's no problem, Da Vinci. I will return to my patrol."
"Don't worry too much about that either," the inventor winked with a suddenly cheery smile. "Should all go according to plan this week, I have just the thing Chaldea needs to put the past behind it for a brighter tomorrow~! If the apology and the festival don't, this definitely will~!"
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After a few more hours of quiet patrolling, the peacekeeping directive was called to a halt. Any enduring discontent in Chaldea had dropped dramatically upon the public display of the girls forgiving each other, though some still discussed the situation openly and civilly. Thanks to the effort of their group and the many volunteering employees, many were slowly reassured after civil discussions and careful explanations. His concerns diminished faster than the unrest.
Siegfried was beyond impressed and astounded to say the least.
He was a prince and a warrior known the world over. Many of his adventures and actions had been solved with violence, as had countless of his fellow servant allies within Chaldea. Though he's seen bits and pieces of it before, this situation fired a spotlight across this makeshift community's ability to handle problems in a civil and peaceful manner. No fights had broken out, nor heated quarrels. There had been disagreements between servants' opinions on what Gabrielle should have done, or Kiyohime's overstepping, but nothing that ever escalated. It was marvelous to him.
"Siegfried?"
As a warrior who answers best with his weapon, to see the modern way of fighting and handling of justice was astounding. Though it had been a controversial moment, it had unveiled Chaldea's true colors. He had felt he had done his part, though the heroics of words were difficult compared to wielding Balmung in the defense of his fellow man. How long had he been here, and still he found himself learning more about what can be solved with appropriate actions? Truly this was a different place and time, but something he had grown fond of by the opportunities it offered-
"Hello~! Siegfried~! The ball won't move unless you hit it with the putter!"
The saber blinked and looked at the pink sneakers by his golf ball and golf club. He slowly looked up, to see the ever-happy-go-lucky rider bouncing eagerly in his pink skirt. The white sweater Astolfo wore was an interesting new design just released today, which was the Furniture Department's assistance to reduce any unease in Chaldea. The hood with fluffy ears was pulled up, letting the rider's pink braid fall down his chest. It had the small face of Fou embroidered into its top. Chaldea's furry mascot actually turned out well as a sweater concept. Naomi certainly knew what she was doing in terms of new fashion lines.
"Lost in thought again?" Astolfo inquired as he tilted his head. The fluffy ears shook.
"No need to rush him, Astolfo. He doesn't need to hit instantly like you do," Jeanne teased from nearby. She held her putter in both hands politely and smiled to the saber. She too wore the new sweater, though the hood was down, and she coupled it with an amethyst skirt and leggings.
"But it's more fun when it's a surprise! This isn't a battle! It's mini golf~!" Astolfo bounced around, making his two companions chuckle.
After a quick take-down by the engineers, several different activities had been quickly erected for the festival. The gymnasium was now filled with small activities collected over the course of many supply sorties. Initial plans were to save them to host a festival next month, so the event's hastened appearance was in hopes of soothing Chaldea. The pseudo festival, complete with activities around Chaldea, was certainly proving effective in its purpose.
It had only just begun, and while most were at the heart of it, Astolfo had eagerly wanted to try out the mini golf before anyone else arrived at the gym. Spanning the entire central area, the eighteen-hole course was operated by a few robots with stacks of gold putters and balls. To the rider's delight, it had wood carved animals, cut outs, small buildings, and plenty of other obstacles to avoid. The variety and vibrancy were spectacular, thanks partially to the list of random requests listed by the employees in charge. The small course would prove an intriguing challenge.
With a speedy glance towards the hole, and its obstacles, Siegfried quickly putted his ball. The rolling sphere sped over a makeshift hill, bounced off a cartoonish sea snake, and disappeared into a tube. It navigated the hidden track to come out of a windmill nearby, only for a blade to strike the orb and send it into the nearby ball. Astolfo whined as his ball was pushed further from the hole, which deflected Siegfried's into it. It was a perfect hole in one on the third course, second for him so far, and it made Astolfo sigh in despair.
"Why is your putt invincible like your armor!?" The rider pouted as he collapsed to the ground. He was currently losing.
Jeanne pat her friend gently on the shoulder. "It's alright, Astolfo. Siegfried just seems to have discovered his talent for mini golf."
Siegfried chuckled at the compliment from the holy maiden as he eyed the two. Though he had only met personally with Jeanne sparsely in Romania, she had been especially thankful to him for his saving act for the homunculus. He simply followed his own sense of justice in the end, but it rang true thanks to Astolfo's words that day. The rider, after he arrived later, had also eagerly bonded with him thanks to that appreciation. Thanks to those two, Siegfried learned much about what that makeshift master had been able to accomplish since inheriting his heart.
Jeanne and Astolfo still talked often, and favorably, about Sieg to this day. There was no doubt Siegfried would want to meet this homunculus, and wondered if it would be possible someday. He would like to see firsthand the kind of hero that man was, and with the infrequent tendencies of the summoning system to make unusual heroic spirits appear, it may actually be possible sometime. Perhaps a duel with… himself, of sorts, within these walls was not so fantastical as it once seemed months ago.
As Astolfo skipped towards his ball, Jeanne approached him with a small smile. "Thank you again for agreeing to be our third. Astolfo was really eager to play, but was too impatient to wait for the others."
Siegfried smiled. "No worries, Jeanne. I have some time until my spar with Lancelot, Martha, and Kojiro. Now then… it is your turn, I believe."
Truthfully, he was a little glad Jeanne's little sister was with her own group of friends. Her personal aura, and Dantes', was still partially off putting to the hero.
With a small nod, the holy maiden placed her ball down as Siegfried stepped out of the way. Astolfo sat happily on top of the wooden sea serpent without being in the way. He watched as Jeanne gently mouthed a prayer and giggled at the sight. The giggling stopped when Jeanne struck the ball, sending it straight through a different pipe by the wooden serpent. Astolfo could only watch in complete bewilderment as the ball exited the tube, struck the rider's ball further, and deflected into the hole to join Siegfried's sphere.
"What!?" Astolfo yelped as Jeanne and Siegfried laughed.
With a pout, he quickly jumped off the serpent and grasped his putter. With a determined stare, he took position next to his ball and quickly slapped it without gauging anything. It flew past the hole, rebounded off the faux boundary rocks, and rolled back to exactly the same spot it was previously. The putter unceremoniously dropped from Astolfo's hands as Jeanne clutched her stomach for support from her laughter. Siegfried managed to withhold most of his, letting it release as a simply chuckle.
"You must learn the virtue of patience, Astolfo," Jeanne chided upon her laughter subsiding. The rider only pouted more.
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"I hope you do not mind, Siegfried."
"Nein, Kojiro. I hope Martha doesn't win too much," Siegfried replied as a small smirk graced his face.
Sasaki simply sighed with an amused expression and shook his head. Under one arm of his white kimono was a large, pink teddy bear recently won from a nearby stall. Though no currency was involved, everyone was given one hundred tokens to participate in stalls. Apparently, Martha also had access to the assassin's from what was discussed. He followed after the disappearing back of Martha as she waved from a small crowd ahead. Siegfried looked around the cafeteria and folded his arms comfortably.
The gymnasium was the location for mini golf while the Salon hosted the buffet. That left the cafeteria as the next largest room for housing many of the carnival games. While many tables had been temporarily moved to storage, some were used to help make dividers. Every stall had its own touch and flare depending on who was helping operate it, whether it was a servant or volunteering staff member. Usually it was a quickly programmed robots thanks to the hard efforts of Anton and Tyler, who simply updated some command routines and servos so they could understand their temporary task.
Siegfried scratched his head and sighed. With Karna accompanying the Hindus, and Lancelot likely spending time with Mashu, it was likely best to find Jeanne and Astolfo again to spend time with their group, though most were at mini golf. He had other acquaintances, but they were likely with their own little teams as well and he didn't wish to intrude. Judging by a quick look around the room, they were no longer in here. Upon spotting Lancelot's form by a stall, he figured he could at least ask him if he spotted the duo.
While approaching calmly, Siegfried watched the saber peering down into the rather basic stall with hanging, plush prizes. His daughter was next to him wearing a blue and white plaid dress covered by a yellow sweater. A nearby crowd of employees and servants were more interested in a dart throwing vendor, leaving the two in quiet peace. He eyed the sign above the stall that read 'Duck Pluck,' making it fairly distinct why there wasn't much activity around the smaller setup. Lancelot looked back and waved to Siegfried, which alerted Mashu to his approach. The shielder adjusted her glasses and smiled.
"Hello, Siegfried. Weren't you supposed to be sparring?" Mashu questioned as she folded her hands in front of her.
"It was cancelled, but I do not mind. Martha has Sasaki by the ear as usual," the saber noted, making the pair chuckle. He briefly eyed the stream of a hundred ducks floating along the miniature river. He returned his attention from the rainbow of ducks to inquire. "Have either of you seen Astolfo or Jeanne?"
Lancelot shook his head. "I can't say I have. Sorry, friend."
"Ah, those two? I believe they went to the Egyptian Room. I wasn't paying too much attention but I think that's what the rider said."
Siegfried turned to the servant manning the stall, or rather, lazing on the table behind the miniature river. Hector had only been here a few days, but already he had a reputation of being an incredibly laid back servant who asserted himself as a tired old man. Judging by how he simply hummed with his head on a pillow, and manned a rather easy stand, it was a rather apt description. In a simple green, plaid shirt and loose jeans, he only continued to rest while keeping his head in a furniture magazine. It's been a while since Siegfried saw a servant so readily and quickly adapt to Chaldea.
Then again, with his attitude, it was likely just a perfect fit. He eyed Siegfried with a small smile as the saber nodded. "I will check, thank you, Hector."
"Sure, sure," the lancer replied as he eyed the father and daughter again, just like Siegfried did. They were both gazing at the ducks while whispering to each other. Lancelot had one of his hands comfortingly on Mashu's opposite shoulder as they discussed which ducks they should pick. It was an easy affair, yet the two turned it into a small strategy which was rather amusing. After a brief pause, Mashu reached out and plucked a blue duck. It had a sad face on the bottom of it.
Hector sighed and quickly tossed her a lollipop from a jar beside his pillow. "Sorry, miss. That just gets you the consolation prize."
"Your turn," Mashu replied with a small smile, clearly uncaring about the failure. Siegfried could imagine just being with her adopted father was more than enough for the demi-servant. Lancelot smiled and rubbed Mashu's shoulder reassuringly as he casually plucked a yellow duck from the water.
There was a very excited smiling face underneath. Lancelot showed it to Hector as Mashu's eyes widened happily. "What's this one?"
"Well now…" Hector mumbled with an amused expression.
The lancer turned away and fumbled around on the table. The three watching servants blinked in surprise and bafflement as Hector tried to grab something by his table without moving too much. Siegfried sighed and chuckled, joining the pair as they laughed. Was Hector really that lazy that he couldn't get up for a few seconds? They've been getting quite the host of interesting lancers recently, it seems. Finally, the Hero of Troy gave a signature chuckle in success, and tossed a giant smiley face pillow to Lancelot.
"It's not the grand prize, but I'd take it, huh?" Hector smiled as he picked his magazine back up.
Lancelot handed it to Mashu, who happily hugged the large pillow to her chest. "There you go, sweetie."
"Thanks, papa," the shielder replied before leaning in to his hug.
They broke apart and Lancelot smiled warmly. "It's about time to drag Gudao from his nap, wouldn't you say?"
"Absolutely," Mashu replied with a firm tone, making the father chuckle. She turned to Siegfried with a smile. "Good luck finding Jeanne and Astolfo!"
"Right. I should get back to my quest." He waved as Lancelot gave a quiet farewell and nod.
"No rush, take your time," Hector stated from his cozy spot with a small chuckle.
Perhaps Hector did have a point. Most of Siegfried's life had been adventures, task, trials, and quests. The saber had been so active as a hero, that he not only lost sight of his own way of justice among everyone else's, but he lost the ability to simply wind down and relax. He had to keep reminding himself to take it easy, as opposed to the lancer who likely needed danger to make him take anything seriously. His nighttime games with Karna were the most relaxed he's felt in a while. It was humorous how he would be at the front in battle, but others would lead him in mundane activities.
Slowly, Siegfried reached down into the stall, catching Hector's attention. He flipped one of his tokens to the lancer, who caught it casually, before clutching one of the ducks. The cool water of the makeshift river washed over his fingers as he flipped the duck over, revealing a smiley face. He showed it to Hector.
"Ah. Third place. Got a bunch of those if you'd like to pick one of them," Hector noted as he pointed to some of the stuffed animals hanging from the stall's overhanging poles. Quietly, the saber eyed them unsure of what he would want. Upon seeing an unusual one, his mind was instantly decided.
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With the fluffy plush prize in hand, Siegfried chuckled as he closed the final gap to the Egyptian Room. He had to admit, Delaqua being the volunteer target of the dunk tank was a rather clever way to help let out any steam against her. The supervisor had already been pretty soaked even before he gave Leonidas a token so he could get a shot. He wasn't of the archer class, but nailing the bullseye twenty-five feet away was hardly a challenge.
Partially concerned his slight detours caused him to miss his two companions, he was quickly relieved upon hearing Astolfo's resigned pout as he walked into the grand room. The table was covered with cups of different colors, though they were mostly white. One of the far ends had nothing on it, with simple dividers to show where players could throw balls. It was on this end he saw his two companions holding their bought attempts.
Jeanne threw her last one which bounced off the table near the room's owners. A sign that denoted one try per token rested beside a rather casually dressed Ozymandias, who wore a black muscle shirt with jeans. Nitocris sat beside him in a form fitting, white sundress. They eyed his two companions as the pink-haired rider stuck his tongue out in concentration to fire his last attempt.
Astolfo tossed another large ball at the arranged cup tops. It bounced across a bunch of them before landing between four, signifying he failed to win a prize. Astolfo pouted as Jeanne rubbed his back reassuringly. "It's alright, Astolfo."
"You may have a free one, Astolfo. Ozymandias and I shall allow it," Nitocris spoke amusingly from her seat as a Medjed came out from under the table.
Siegfried eyed the unusual entity, whose eyes remained consistent in contrast to its busy blur of moving, bare feet. In a total act of mystery, it hopped into a nearby chest and disappeared, only to pop back out as another ball was sent flying to Astolfo. As the rider caught it, Siegfried only continued to watch the Medjed, and several more, now playing football with the fallen spheres to return them to the chest. For such a mythical, dangerous being, they sure were humorous and interesting things to watch.
Astolfo tossed the ball, eyeing it happily as it bounced towards a lone red cup in the center. With one last minute redirect, it fell into a plain white cup top. Astolfo whined as Nitocris giggled. "Awww… I was so close that time… Maybe another token. I only used twenty here."
"Don't go gambling it all at once, Astolfo," Jeanne warned with a small smile. "We must be wary of the sin of greed."
"Spoilsport~! I want to know what that secret grand prize is!" Astolfo pouted, making the occupants of the room laugh.
Siegfried waved to Ozymandias and Nitocris. "Pharaohs. May I enter?"
"There is no need to ask," Ozymandias welcomed with a sweep of his hand. Nitocris nodded alongside him. "The wealth of Egypt is open for all to enjoy, and it is by the generosity and grace of us pharaohs that we happily share our wealth with Chaldea."
Siegfried chuckled with a confirming nod as he walked towards his companions. He gave the stuffed animal, a plus Bald Eagle, to Astolfo that made him cheer. Jeanne and Nitocris giggled at his enthusiasm. "May I ask where Cleopatra is?"
"She is enjoying a round of mini golf with the Romans," Nitocris answered politely as a Medjed moved under her chair to retrieve a hidden ball. "We would have had Iskandar as a special guest helping us, were it not for the Gaming Room having its own activity. Just Dance I believe it was called?"
"Even with their absence, this room still holds its delightful glory, wouldn't you say, Siegfried?" Ozymandias asked as he raised a glass of wine. He swirled it as the saber nodded, only to stop just before it touched his lips. He sighed upon hearing a rough, disembodied scoff. "You require something, Gilgamesh...?"
"Allowing the currs to freely wander into your Egyptian sanctuary?" the King of Heroes asked as he materialized. Wearing a white coat with fur lining covered his black formal shirt and pants beneath. With one hand in his pocket, he eyed the room with discontent and scoffed lightly.
He gave a dismissive glance towards Jeanne and Astolfo before turning towards Siegfried. He simply stared for a second longer, with only a hint of disinterest compared to the other two, before he eyed his kingly rival. "I suppose I should complement you on your little… game of false hope. It is always amusing to see certain ones struggle."
Ozymandias simply blinked while Nitocris withheld her irritation. "It's a carnival game, Gilgamesh. It is not rigged, or that would be disgraceful."
"The prize is a mystery, and there is only one cup to claim it. The ball is far larger than the cup itself, let alone their hopes of winning it. It is impossible to win. Truly, this is something I may have come up with should I lower myself to deal with something as trivial as socializing with those unworthy."
Astolfo's enthusiasm was replaced with a glare, but the stern-faced Jeanne held him back. Siegfried had only narrowed his eyes, but Ozymandias remained calm at the accusation. The male pharaoh suddenly smirked. "King of Heroes… do you think this game is impossible even for you?"
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Are you testing me, King of Kings? Something as simple as this would only require one attempt for me."
A ball quickly flew towards Gilgamesh as a Medjed hopped out of the nearby chest. He caught it, though glared at Ozymandias for having the gall not to provide a warning. Siegfried eyed Gilgamesh, who simply scoffed and tossed the ball, seemingly letting the insult slide. It bounced along the tops of the cups casually before coming to a halt on one of the yellow spots. Ozymandias' smirk fell as Gilgamesh's own returned. "Second place? Much more than what anyone has gotten yet. Keep the prize. I have already proven my superiority."
It truthfully irritated Siegfried to no end that this arrogant spirit was the titled King of Heroes. He may have been the oldest thanks to his epic, but it was clear that sheer arrogance was nothing but a aggravating roadblock when it came to asking for assistance. He almost never assisted his full extent to prevent casualties, even if he was a self-proclaimed King of Heroes. For someone with such a title, he barely acted like it with every glance and scene the saber witnessed. To him, that was no way for a hero to act.
Siegfried had willingly bent his back and modestly suffered by the requests of others, so for Gilgamesh to walk around with that arrogant attitude even amongst fellow heroes... it frustrated him more than he'd like to admit. Still he withheld his thoughts, both as a Peacekeeper Lieutenant and in his personal vision as a hero. He could not wield his sword to solve this dilemma, but perhaps there could be another way to remedy the situation. But was there a way that wouldn't anger the archer?
Currently the Sun King was the only one who made significant blows to humble the arrogant king, but Gilgamesh saw him roughly as a rival even after the denouncement last December. He had to be careful on how he acted. Siegfried didn't want to infuriate Gilgamesh, but he also wanted to calmly humble while restoring the room's festive atmosphere in some way. Something had to be done to alleviate the sour mark in the occupant's minds. If that was the case, then one possibility could be...
"Ozymandias. I would like a try myself," Siegfried proclaimed as he tossed three coins to the pharaoh. The olive-skinned man caught the tokens as three balls flew towards Siegfried. He caught the trio easily as he stepped up to the table. Gilgamesh eyed him incredulously and scoffed.
"Dragon-blooded Knight… you clearly weren't listening, but I won't waste my breath again."
Siegfried calmly ignored the comment. He tossed the first ball, which bounced along the tops to land on a white cup. Gilgamesh scoffed as his two companions glared at him. The second ball landed next to a yellow one, making Nitocris quietly sigh in silent defeat. Ozymandias simply watched quietly as Siegfried quietly made a wish and withheld the last ball. Silently hoping all of his luck against Karna's hands were for this moment, he tossed the final ball.
Jeanne, Nitocris, and Astolfo clapped at his surprise success while Gilgamesh scowled. Ozymandias smirked as the ball sat atop the smaller red cup perfectly. Siegfried simply nodded as two Medjed cautiously hopped onto the table to acquire the thrown balls. "Well done, Siegfried."
"What is the grand prize?" The saber asked quietly. Ozymandias simply stood from his seat, making Gilgamesh only glare harder. A few employees waiting at the entrance looked in, very wary about entering when the King of Heroes was present. They were still as curious as the rest of the servants.
"It was a hard achievement, because these gifts are not to be taken lightly. Behold, a true gift from the Sun King Ozymandias! You have won the grand prize, Siegfried! Rejoice upon a divine blessing only the King of Kings could hope to bestow upon another!"
Gilgamesh scoffed at the incredulous statement as the room filled with light. The saber didn't blink, though he did once the light faded and he saw what had suddenly appeared. Ozymandias, with staff in hand, simply smirked as the pharaoh eyed the unusual critters around his feet that threatened to easily shatter Nitocris' calm demeanor. One of the small creatures sat on the table in front of him, presumably eyeing the hero as he did it.
Its body was ethereal, and looking at it was to gaze at the stars themselves. Besides its familiar shape, the golden adornments helped to identify its origin. The tiny wings matched the ball on its long tail and were complimented by a golden Egyptian headdress with rounded ears. The creature ran a glowing paw across its cerulean accented head piece before staring, with no discernible eyes, back at Siegfried. Even though it was far from normal, it was very clear this was-
"Ahhhh it's a kitten~!" Astolfo screamed happily as he quickly hopped to the side of the table. It mewled happily at the saber, making Jeanne and Astolfo squeal in delight as Gilgamesh groaned at the sight. Ozymandias laughed as he-
He fell silent as Nitocris moaned and fainted onto the ground. There was a blissful smile on her face as the unusual kittens at Ozymandias' feet surrounded the fallen pharaoh and played on top of her. She simply made pleasant noises in her dazed state as the male pharaoh shook his head. "It seems I have gotten so carried away I forgot to warn Nitocris. My mistake… Siegfried! Be blessed you are among the first to see the children of the sphinx, and a hero who is now permitted to have one for himself! A true prize from the Sun King!"
"You've had these!?" Jeanne exclaimed as she gently held her hand out. The sphinx kitten gently pawed at her hand, making her blush in enjoyment. Siegfried could almost see the advice about greed leaving her eyes at the thought of winning one of these precious creatures. It mewled and rubbed its head against her hand. Jeanne nearly melted.
"Of course, but they are not literally children of Wehem-Mesut. They are clones I have supplied with mana, which is simply another act I am capable of as a Pharaoh. That is why this game is difficult. The right to a Sphinx's offspring must be truly earned!"
Siegfried had to wonder how throwing a ball was the perfect challenge to earn a young divine beast, but he wouldn't argue. He could only watch as Astolfo played with his gifted Eagle plushy as the kitten tried to paw at it. As his two companions enjoyed the pet, he got one final, generous idea. He looked up and eyed Ozymandias. "Would it be alright if I gifted the kitten to Astolfo? He would be a much better parent to it than I."
"Taking a page from our mutual friend Karna?" Ozymandias teased, though quickly nodded. "I permit it. Astolfo is also a dear friend of mine, and I cannot say no to such an act of kindness. Take care of the kitten well, Astolfo. Raise it and nurture it as-"
"Of course I will~! what kind of question is that~!?" Astolfo shrilled as he hugged the kitten and plush Eagle to his chest. Most laughed.
Gilgamesh could only seethe where he stood. Ozymandias smirked towards him as Siegfried glanced at the archer calmly. Gilgamesh's glare passed between the two of them. It was baffling and astounding that he could 'defeat' the King of Heroes thereby solving the room's predicament in such an unusual way; This really was an interesting war of sorts. He had bested a hero who had a treasury of endless artifacts, and a final weapon with unimaginable power… by throwing a ball onto a small cup and giving the reward to someone deserving. But he did it, and he remained composed but quietly proud of his unusual accomplishment.
As Gilgamesh was about to spew angered words, the noise from the hallway grew. His irritation doubled as Siegfried eyed the sudden crowd at the door, staring into the room with surprised and enthusiastic eyes. Ozymandias blinked, before reaching down and picking up a kitten by the scruff of its neck for the gathering group to see. "Is this what you have all come to witness? Fear not, for I shall hide it no longer! It is a Sphinx Kitten! A blessing from the Sun King!"
"See! The grand prize is a kitten!" "Ozymandias is the best!" "I want like nine!" "I don't have enough tokens for this!" "Praise the Sun King!"
"Do you not know, Ozymandias?" Jeanne asked with an amused expression. He lifted an eyebrow in confusion as Nitocris stirred on the ground. Jeanne simply smiled and continued as Gilgamesh fumed at the attention. "Modern society is enamored by kittens. You've just won plenty of adoration."
The look of victorious amusement that danced across Ozymandias' face was photo worthy.
"…Ohh?" he mused out loud and smirked with unconcealed delight as the King of Heroes.
Gilgamesh's face of outrage and bewilderment would be the talk of Chaldea for days.
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"Fou!" The fluffy familiar's inquisitive bark was answered by a mewl and a playful paw swipe across its nose from Astolfo's Sphinx kitten. Jeanne cooed at the sight with some others at the adjacent table. The rest of their companions had untied with them after they took their turn playing mini golf. Thanks to the addition of Mordred and Jekyll's bickering, which made Anton and Frankenstein feel like babysitters, their little festival assembly had become much more lively. Siegfried's gaze returned from his festival group back to the adjacent table he temporarily sat with.
He could enjoy the rest of the festival after this meeting confirmed their hopes.
Whenever he saw magecraft at work, it silently unnerved him how much lower his resistances are compared to his fellow sabers. Thankfully, it wasn't him being affected by it. As the beautiful Valkyrie across from him quietly sipped her milkshake, any concern diminished quickly. The tension in Mashu and Lancelot's forms also faded upon noticing how relaxed the lancer's hands had become. Gabrielle, Gudao, and Kiyohime remained silent as Brynhildr put the drink back down and stared at the saber before her.
There was silence at their table, but the salon remained active thanks to the buffet dinner being served. They waited quietly as Brynhildr looked down at the drink with infused potion, taking note of her calmer demeanor. Her shoulders sagged slightly without tension, revealed and bare due to her casual blue, off-shoulder dress. A few more seconds passed before she sighed with a guilty, solemn expression.
"Masters… I believe it worked… to an extent," she revealed, making the entire table save for the dragon slayer release a collective breath. She smiled with a somber expression across the table. "I'm sorry, Siegfried… You look just like him. It was difficult for me to…"
"It is alright, Brynhildr. All should be well now." Siegfried offered a small smile, which she returned, but her remorse remained.
She turned her gaze towards Gudao as Mashu considerately readjusted the collar on his blue polo. "I must thank you, Masters. Paracelsus as well."
"You're welcome, Brynhildr. We simply wish for Chaldea to be a place for everyone to relax between singularities," Gudao nodded as Mashu finished adjusting his collar. Siegfried noticed the small smile of adoration from the Valkyrie upon watching that tiny scene. However, his wariness grew for a moment upon seeing Kiyohime staring quietly at them from behind her fan. It wasn't a look of jealousy or yearning for him, but the hint of loneliness for herself was there by such a simply gesture. She sighed quietly before folding her fan, then quickly donned a small, polite smile. He saw Gabrielle had also noticed.
Mashu and Gudao definitely didn't as the male master turned back to the lancer. "If you wish, we can take you to them. I believe Paracelsus is eating with the mages who frequent the Alchemical room."
"We'll take her, since we already ate. You, Mashu, and Lancelot just relax and have some dinner," Gabrielle quickly insisted. She looked to Kiyohime, who paused before nodding slowly. Both turned to Brynhildr with pleasant smiles. "Sorry, I should have asked first… Would you like to get some dinner?"
"I may do that later. I do wish to express my gratitude though," the lancer nodded quietly. Gabrielle quickly nodded and took Kiyohime's hand as she stood up, surprising the berserker. The female master rapidly looked around before spotting Paracelsus at a table at the far end of the salon.
She smiled brighter and motioned for the lancer to follow. "Looks like they're not eating yet, so we won't be disturbing them!"
Kiyohime let Gabrielle pull her gently towards the target as Brynhildr quietly stood up and bowed to Siegfried. "Once more… thank you for your patience with me, Siegfried. You are truly a wonderful hero as your legend heralds."
"You're welcome. It was the right thing to do," Siegfried nodded, making her smile. She turned and followed after the disappearing duo.
From tolerance with trying situations and applying his virtues to a rather mundane event, there were many things he had to adapt to. Being a hero who loved fighting against evil in all its forms was simple enough, but deciphering it into a regular life had been quite the road. If anyone were to ask, he'd still believe his true and proper place would be on the frontlines following his virtues. Regardless of that fact, there was much amusement and contentment to be found while exploring new ideas. He would always be a hero, but there would always be new, unusual ways on how to be one.
"So who should get dinner first?" Mashu asked politely to break the new silence.
Siegfried shook his head. "If you do not mind, I shall keep Lancelot company until you two get dinner before I return to my own group."
The trio nodded. As Mashu and Gudao stood up, Okita's voice boomed through the salon. "Nobunaga! For Marie's sake, not in here!"
The pattering of running feet came closer to their table as Lancelot stared at the running archer. She chuckled with her eyes closed while holding a chocolate cake, with one candle looking suspiciously like a fuse. The red kimono wearing servant would soon pass Siegfried, which made the saber simply look around him. Besides his companions' table nearby, most were vacant because of the possibility Brynhildr would have tried something. The saber made a small smirk and leaned back like he was stretching…
…and summoned Balmung to act as a trip line for the running Demon Archer. It worked perfectly.
Nobunaga yelped as she fell face first into her own cake bomb, which blew out the fuse and splattered across her kimono. Okita quickly appeared in her battle attire, though she was now trying to stifle her laughter alongside the two witnessing tables. Nobunaga sat up and wiped the cake out of her eyes. As she stared down at her stained kimono, she grumbled in defeat before, surprisingly, glaring a light pout towards Okita as she approached.
"Criminal apprehended, Captain… Punishment dealt," Siegfried simply chuckled as Okita giggled. She quickly knelt down after grabbing the tossed napkin from Lancelot, and began cleaning off the chocolate cake off of her friend's face. Nobunaga grumbled in bitter defeat as Siegfried shared a laugh with Lancelot.
Sometimes being a hero was a lot more fun than expected.