Chapter 5: Eventful Day

Marriage...it's a pain to think about, it's a pain to be involved with, it's a pain trying to have one of your own. Kinda like family. I don't like this is the point I'm getting at. Not that there's a problem with the girl they want me to marry—I've known her since we were kids, and always had a soft spot for her. But there isn't much point in being in a partnership with someone when the other person isn't interested in participating.

Now, normally I'd just leave and resume my life back home, but Rheon would probably just find a way to drag me bag…...after he was finished killing some of my associates in Arizona. So for the moment I'll have to play ball.

So I think I'll just vent...that or find a way to worm my way out of this predicament.


March 26

Elric walked down the halls of the Clock Tower building with Mordred not far behind him—still waiting to run into that Emiya guy again, as she still had a myriad of questions, all about her father.

All the while, as they strolled through the halls, they received various looks from the students—mostly ones of marvel and interest. Thankfully none of the boys tried to talk about Mordred...Elric was too focused on seeking a specific room to deal with his partner trying to kill one of the boys if they were stupid enough to mention her gender.

Eventually they found the room Elric wanted to find: the office of the head of the Department of Summoning. The Office of Rocco Belfeban.

With an apathetic sigh, he opened the door. Finding Rocco waiting inside, behind his desk.

"Rocco, we need to talk." Elric told him. Marching into the office, closing the door behind him in a slam.

Rocco Belfeban was taken aback to see him, gasping "Elric?" as he walked up to the desk. His confusion more obvious than Michael Jackson's sexuality; and matching in measure the magician's frustration and anger.

"E-Elric." He was greeted as cortiously as Rocco could manage with his confusion in the abruptness. "A pleasure to see you again."

"Is it?" Elric asked cynically. "Wish I could say the same."

"I presume you are here about the business with Ms. Edelfelt."

"You knew?" Elric's eyes began to glow crimson from the anger, focusing intensely on Rocco, thinking about all the ways he wanted to vent his frustrations in that moment.

"I was only made aware this morning."

That calmed Elric to a degree. Stepping over to his seat, still a mite agitated, he responded "Oh." while Mordred chooses to stand

"I presume this is the Saber you summoned with the catalyst we provided."

"What of it?" Mordred asked, tilting her head slightly.

"I meant no disrespect, Sir Knight; I was merely curious. It is not often I see Elric in the company of a-"

"You don't want to finish that sentence." Elric interrupted him. "Trust me."

"Uh...if you insist."

"Back to the matter at hand."

Roccon agreed, though was a little ancy when Mordred started looking around the room and jars containing baby hydras caught her attention.

"Elric, this is not such a dire situation as you believe." Rocco tried to calm him, asserting that he was not completely out of options.

Intrigued at the possible out, Elric inquisitively asked "How so?"

"Edward is merely interested in producing an heir for both the Rheon and Edelfelt families. Once that is accomplished he will most likely loosen the proverbial leesh on you."

Keep dreaming, Elric thought in response, disgusted by the idea on some level, Hell will probably freeze over first before Luviagelita agrees to that.

Loosening his anger, somewhat, Elric told him "Even if that did happen, what makes you think I would let either family have that child?" with a melancholic tone. "Hell, knowing how spiteful I can be sometimes I'd probably take the kid away to prove a point and never let any of you within a mile of 'em without a bullet or two in ya."

"Possibly." Roccon agreed. "But can you really bring yourself to put Edelfelt through the ordeal as well? Let alone traumatize the child in the process."

"You may have a point there." Elric said and sighed. Not sure whether to be annoyed or concerned by Rheon's machinations at this stage in the process of the twisted game that the man he called father was playing at.

The whole thing seemed so convoluted, elaborate, even cruel. A manipulation which dug into his skin like a collection of fingernails.

Elric realized he was misplacing his anger and said "Sorry, Rocco. Shouldn't have done that, it was very uncalled for." Disgusted with himself.

"No harm done. I can imagine this ordeal has left you confused, angry."

Mordred begins tapping on one of the jars, wanting to see if the hydras were still alive.

"Though, could your friend be a little careful."

"Relax, old man." Mordred assured him. "I won't break your precious toys."

"Toys? Those Hydras are priceless. More than you or Elric could make in several years."

"Yeah, yeah."

The door opened.

"Problem?" a second voice asked.

Elric glanced over towards the door to see a man bearing a tremendously sour face in his early thirties with long black loose hair wearing a red coat with golden ornamentations on his shoulders.

It was Lord El Melloi II, formerly known as Waver Velvet—the rare survivor of the Fourth Grail War.

An old friend of Sisgou, known for his diligence.

"None." Rocco answered.

"Melloi." Elric greeted him.

"It's Melloi II."

"Yeah, yeah. How've you been?"

"I cannot complain much."

"Good. Wish I could say the same."

"Yes, the engagement plans with Edelfelt. Quite the turn of events. I presumed you would be pleased with the arrangement."

"Why?"

"As Rocco tells me, you and Edelfelt were close when you were younger, and she is a very popular girl in Clock Tower. I would assume it would be an ideal match for you."

'That's not the problem."

"Oh, too young for you?" Rocco asked, with a tone that irritated Elric.

"Wha-"

"We are aware of your relationships with those of the opposite sex, Elric. They tend to be of an older quality when compared to yourself. Given how events transpired with Lady Celenike, I would think that you would want to be with someone a little more closer to your own age...and a little more mentally stable."

"The problem is, neither one of us is interested in the prospect of marriage. She probably..." a thought occurred to Elric, one that he decided to keep to himself, she might have her eyes on someone else, "The point is if she isn't invested in it then I have no interest in pursuing this. I just need a way out."

"There is none." Melloi II told him. "You know how Rheon can be. Once he sets his mind to something he can be difficult to dissuade."

Elric sighed bitterly.

There's gotta be a way.

"There's always a way out of a tight bind. It's just a matter of leverage. Maybe there's something he'll want more, if I can find that out then maybe father will listen to reason—for once in the whole time I've known him."

"Maybe, but since you do not know what that something would be, I would suggest you relax in the meantime. Perhaps take in the sights, try to, as you Americans like to say, catch up with Edelfelt..."

"Like that'll change anything." Mordred muttered to herself.

"Whatever you say." Elric scoffed.

As he was growing bored with the conversation, there was a knock on the door. Rocco told them to come in.

It was Nyx that time. Looking at Elric like the magician owed the Glave something.

"You're wanted in the training area."

Elric argued but ultimately found himself and Mordred following behind Nyx as he was led to the arena. A room with tiled floors and large pillars throughout the room.

'So this is where you train in Clock Tower.'

'Yep. Lotta guys are usually left broken on the floor here.'

There they saw Emiya waiting in the center of the room, waiting with a small pole looking item in his hand—a pipe of some variety.

There was also a group of onlookers who had congregated to watch what was yet to transpire. Among them were Luvia, Rin, and the Foredge siblings.

Curious, Elric looked to Nyx and asked "Why am I here? What's going on?"

He had a vague idea of what was about to go down, but he wanted to hear it from Nyx so that he would have confirmation.

"It's a sparring match. You'll be training with him today."

"And if I refuse?"

Nyx leans closer and whispers into Elric's ear "Mr. Rheon told me to remind you of your obligation, and the Necromancer." So some of the onlookers could not hear it—knowing it would cause a commotion.

When he said that Elric got the message and told Mordred to wait by one of the pillars.

He left his jacket and knife back by the door.

Meeting Shirou at the center of the room, Elric summoned Bleidd and the pipe began to glow. The match was to begin from there.

Shrou raised the pole he brought with him. It continued to glow from reinforcement magecraft.

They exchanged blow for blow, hit for hit.

Shirou handled himself well, for a novice magus using nothing but a thin pipe for a weapon against a veterna magus using a sword.

But eventually they broke the pipe.

"Darn. That's a shame." Was all Elric could really think to say. He was a little reluctant to continue, but a part of him wanted to continue—to see if Shirou could make this a little more entertaining. Then remembered the night before.

Shirou seemed reluctant to do it, or he would be, Elric could tell by the look on the face.

"You could always bring out those little swords of yours." Elric said with a smirk. Eager to see a real fight out of Shirou without external factors fettering his abilities or stamina, this time. "Come on. No harm in a little excitement in a sparring match."

Shirou was, of course, reluctant. Even if he wouldn't say it, the freelancer could tell he was worried about harming him.

"Look, see that ass hole back there?" Elric points back to Nyx. "He's not going to let me leave unless we put on a good show." Assuring him "Whatever you're so concerned about, don't worry, I'll deal with the colateral."

Still reluctant, Shirou summons his two medium, curved swords and Elric's head tilted as his lips curved into an amused smile.

Much better.

He charged, Shirou dodged as Bleidd hewed down in a strong swing. Elric followed up with a sideways slash and Shirou blocked with both his swords.

Shirou followed up with a slash of his own. A double slash. Elric parried the first of the two then dodged the second. He was not however able to avoid the subsequent kick to his stomach the novice was able to let out.

The Spellsword lands on his feet and one hand.

Cheeky little punk, Elric thought as he balanced himself on Bleidd while pulling back up to his feet.

Shrugging her shoulder, he muttered "Okay." summoning a second weapon, a shortsword resembling Bleidd then lunged at Shirou once more.

From the eyes of the small crowd it was difficult to see who had the advantage—both were agile, both were strong; and both looked determined to win as they slashed, parried, and dodged until they could slash, parry and dodge no more. They didn't hurt each other real bad.

Just a few scratches and bruises that would heal up in a few days.

Elric was impressed, then again he expected nothing less from the guy to beat the King of Heroes.

"Not bad, kid. Not bad at all." was all he could really think to say, in-between huffs to catch his breath. Smirking at the opponent he was originally dreading to fight.

It was almost a shame that he and Elric were pushed to be opposites in this fight, and likely would be more so in the future. Afterall, the magician rarely has the chance to fight someone this interesting.

Shiro smirked in response, replying "Thanks." Both dispelling their swords. "You think they'll back off now?"

"Who knows with them." Elric shrugged his shoulders. "And who cares, I did what they asked. If Nyx has a problem with it he can kiss my ass."

A facetious and prolonged applause echoed through the room. It was obvious who the source was, especially if Elric had to make a bed, but he looked just to be certain.

He was right. The source was, in fact, Somnus. Walking towards them, looking as prepared as ever to cause a scene.

"Somnus, I assume this was your idea."

"I thought it appropriate. Given your past as a thug, I thought: who better to discipline this upstart." Somnus elaborated. Pointing at Shirou.

Elric looked at Emiya with a curious expression, making an amused face as he asked "What'd you do?" with a laugh.

"I may have beat him in a match."

"...I'm assuming in front of an audience?"

Shirou confirmed with a head nod.

"Oh-ho." Elric laughed. "That's starting to like you more and more, Emiya."

"Laugh it up while you can, Pagliacci. Because it will not last long."

"Why's that?"

"Because I am advancing the training difficulty."

Elric stepped between Shirou and Somnus' hostile gaze, telling his half-brother "That's not happening."

"Oh, and why is that. Pray tell."

"'Cause I said so."

"Oh, no. However will I go on." Somnus said mockingly. Then an idea came to him. "You know, brother, I was against the arrangement father made. I've changed my mind."

"Why? And why should I care?"

"I Think it's a perfect match: a wanton, as you Americans like to call, thot and a man-whore. It's a match made in hell."

Elric's eyes narrowed in a sour expression.

Somnus' insult of Luvia and Elric caused the magician to summon Bleidd. More so out of anger that he insulted Luvia—being indifferent to what Somnus thought of him personally.

His half-brother, in turn, summoned his own sword Archon.

The swords clashed.

"Much better." Somnus smirked. Then his gaze once again found Shirou. "But I feel bad, leaving Emiya to feel left out."

It took half of a second for Elric to realize his intent. Then called out to Mordred telepathically.

'Mordred!'

'On it.'

Using Mana Burst, Mordred placed herself in front of the exhausted Shirou, clad in the Secret of Pedigree, just as the Black Knight came out of its spirit form with the battle pole ready. Mordred blocked with Clarent.

The brothers squared off as Mordred contended with the Black Knight.

The young crowd of Magus went to interfere, except for the siblings who called their Servants forth.

"Are you insane!?" Elric berated his brother in between the slashes he exchanged with his brother.

"Of course not." Somnus told him. "I just enjoy teaching insects to learn their place."

"Oh, is that so?" a woman's disgusted voice inquired.

A hand suddenly jerked Somnus around by the shoulder, and he was punched unconscious by a Archer Servant. One Elric recognized—it was the one who helped that Rider restrain Mordred the day before when Somnus caused another scene.

With his brother incapacited, Elric charged, with Bleidd in hand and a second Berserker beside him holding a large hammer, for the Black Knight—still exchanging blows with Mordred with the pole against her sword.

The Berserker brought down her hammer on the Black Knight while Elric slashed but neither attack phased the creature—it just ignored them.

Mordred managed to push the ebony Berserker back, going on the offensive. Putting a great force behind each attack with one arm. Punching with her free hand. There was nothing chivalric about her method of swordsmanship or style of fighting, it was merely a "win by any means" tactic or mindset.

It made Elric smile to watch, as he often found himself employing a similar type of style to his missions back in the states; and a few times in Europe. She really didn't fit with the Knights of the Round Table, or so that was how Elric saw it, as Mordred had more sense than Elric imagined the other knights did when it came to winning battles.

Elric was tempted to try to join the fray again, but presumed he would just get in the way. Then he remembered his brother, Somnus, still unconscious on the floor and had an idea—and a wicked smile crept onto his lips. It felt almost underhanded to even think about it, and he still found it acceptable.

Shirou could only watch. Watch as Mordred, the second Berserker and Archer combated with the Black Knight. Even while outnumbered, the Knight carried on without a sign of tire in its prowess.

"Hey! Eby!"

It was only when they all heard Elric's voice that the Berserker halted from proceeding with it's own offensive. It looked around to see Elric holding Bleidd's blade to Somnus throat and was made even more furious, but relented.

"Return to spirit form and I'll let him go."

The Black Knight complied and things settled down. Elric pulled his sword away from Somnus. Everything should have been better. But everyone did give Elric some nasty looks—like he was the lowest of the low.

Luvia was more mixed on the matter when it came to her expression.

Elric was apathetic to them all. Ready for any condemnation, as he had heard it all in the past before. Nothing they said could have affected him.

The Black Knight's pole on the other hand, affected him physically. It came out of spirit form and sent him flying towards one of the pillars. His shoulder hit it and he spun around landing on his stomach.

"Ow." was all Elric was able to mutter as he began recovering on the floor. Trying to pick himself up he felt a pain in his left shoulder and fell down again. It was intense. Immensely painful. Generally uncomfortable.

Great, a dislocated shoulder.

Once again using her Mana Burst, Mordred comes between Elric and the Black Knight. Only to be grabbed by the helm and violently tossed across the room.

The Black Knight turned its attention to Mordred. Whaling on her.

Staggering to his feet, Elric watched the other Servants join into a skirmish then looked to the pillar he hands against while Rin and Luvia went to help Shirou. He quickly grabbed his dislocated arm and slammed it against that same pillar, realigning it back into place.

Shit, that hurt.

The two Servants were all tost aside by the Black Knight, its anger had made the Berserker a mite more powerful than normal—then a bullet to hit its helmet caught the creature's attention before a voice called out "Hey, asshole!" and the Black Knight glanced around to see Elric holding his pistol, Knall. "Ready for round two."

The Black Knight prepared to attack.

'Mordred.'

'Yeah?'

'Don't suppose you've got a hail mary or two you could use on this thing, by chance.'

'Of course I do. This is me we're talking about, remember?'

'If I distract this thing long enough, can you take him down?'

'You're gonna use yourself as bait? Master you're a bit crazy...I like.'

'I'll take that as a yes.'

With the plan they could agree on, Elric looked over to Shirou and Luvia, then back to the Black Knight as it charged for him.

Mordred took her stance.

The Secret of Pedigree's helm removed itself, revealing Mordred's face. The space around her became consumed in dark red blood. She gripped Clarent with both hands, channeling a great deal of power and hatred as the blade let out a violent and furious sound—remembering that conversation she had with her father after her mother revealed the truth, the pain, the anger, the hurt, and bury any positive thoughts and desires for reconciliation—chanting the words "This is the sword that killed my father." as red light flickered around her.

"Master! It's ready!"

Mordred brought her sword down in one slash, yelling "Clarent Blood Arthur!"

Elric dodged out of the way, with enough time to see the Black Knight be consumed in a radiant crimson light.

If it hadn't tried to kill him, Elric would almost have felt bad for it.

Once the light and Berserker was gone, Elric let out a laugh. Walking over to Mordred catching her breath.

"Not too shabby, Saber." Elric said as he placed his hand on Mordred's shoulder.

Mordred smiled at the compliment. Grinning as she surveyed the damage she caused. Both amused at the devastation.

Elric looked towards Shirou, beginning to say "Emiya, did you-" only to see both Rin and Luvia still at his side and a thought occurred to him—one that he had earlier when he was back in Rocco's office—I was right, she does have her eyes on someone else. "Never mind."

Sighing, Elric looked to Mordred "Hey, uh, Mordred."

"Yeah?"

"You said you had some questions for them. Ask 'em. I think I'll go for a walk."

"What about the Berserker? Aren't you worried it might have survived?"

"Nah, I think you did it in with that, don't you think?"

"Of course." Mordred agreed whole-heartidly. Beginning to boast as Elric took the first steps away from her and past his sleeping brother.

The Glaives did not even try to get in his way—he would have beat them within a inch of their lives, they could tell he was in the wrong mood for someone to mess with him.


Outside, an hour or two later, Elric was still pacing through the area around Clock Tower. Just thinking, ponder on the situation's latest development.

Well, I guess I should be happy for drills. It's not like I thought she'd ever be interested in me, but at the same time I'm pretty sure that Emiya guy is going steady with Rin, so she's basically...ughI can't decide if I'm jealous of Emiya or disappointed in Luvia.

Elric tried not to think about it, but it frustrated him almost as much as the arranged marriage.

Sitting down beside a tree, he prepared to smoke again when he heard a woman's voice. He stood up to find it was Rin talking with Shirou beside another tree. Mentioning Mordred, how Shirou was less hostile with her while Rin was still cold towards her.

The sight of the couple instilled a mixture of nausea and envy. Also a little mite feeling of resentment upon hearing Rin's comments about Mordred.

Still, despite his feelings on the matter, Elric felt a little bad for eavesdropping.

They seemed to be unaware of his presence so he began to back step to leave.

Suddenly he heard a voice. "Quiet the lovey-dovey couple, eh."

Spinning around, Elric hissed as he said "Somnus."

He was finally awake.

"Hello, brother."

Elric frowned even more at the "brother" part.

"I must say I find the pair rather nauseating. Hard to believe she's the same little Rin we used to play with."

"What do you want, Somnus?"

"I was just on a stroll, the same as you, taking in some fresh air. Then I saw you prowling around and was concerned you might be trying to escape."

"The rule is I can't leave the UK. Doesn't mean I can't leave Clock Tower from time to time."

"Yes. But I know how you love to push boundaries."

"Not like I have many places to go. You people would probably find me in a month and I'd be right back here, again"

"True, but I have other ways of punishing you."

"Such as?"

"Well, like Father, I know how to put things in a manner you'll understand." Somnus smirked maliciously. Directing Elric's attention back to Shirou and Rin, still blissfully unaware of the half-brothers' existence. "Since I can't hurt you, I could always vent my frustration on the two of them."

"Yeah…" Elric popped a finger or two, prepared to reach for his pistol, and looked away to face Somnus "Well allow me to put this in terms you can understand, "brother." If you ever lay a hand on Rin or Shirou, I will personally introduce your face to your colon." Unnerving Somnus' confidence, somewhat as his brother's eyes turned crimson red. "Or maybe I'll knockout all your teeth and force you to swallow them, or maybe I'll just gut you like a trout…Hard to say for certain what I'll do—anything can happen when I'm in a very bad mood."

Somnus remained silent. Gazing into the blood red glow of Elric's peepers, feeling like the freelancer was looking into his very soul, seeing all the horrible things the gunslinger was considering to do should he push things further.

For a moment there was a mutual silence between them.

Finally Somnus broke the wordless moment "Well, I guess, then, it's a good thing you'll follow Father and Mother's wishes. There'll be no need for either of us to do something stupid." and backed off. Walking towards Clock Tower to resume his daily duties.

Watching him leave, Elric took one last look at the couple unaware before departing himself and muttered to himself "Sure there won't."

He didn't care much for that Shirou guy, but he made Rin happy. He'd hate to see Somnus ruin that happiness like they did for Elric long ago.

Suddenly, Somnus turned back to approach Elric.

What now?

"Father wishes to speak with you."


Elric was led by Somnus and Nyx back to Edward Rheon's office—meeting up with Mordred once again, looking somewhat conflicted and waited outside while Elric went in—this time not to sojourn—with his father waiting at his desk.

This time however, there was a Heroic Spirit standing beside the desk. A Caster with long blond hair, wearing a veil covering her face and a long black dress which exposed her navel and abdomen.

Had she been anyone else, Elric would have felt anything but trepidation—but he recognized her all too well. It was hard not to since he frequently saw her in his dreams, when reliving Mordred's memories—when he wasn't having nightmares about the Holy Lance. It was Black Madonna, the Fairy Princess—the one who ensured the course of Mordred's life was one to be remembered throughout time as the Knight of Treachery.

Morgan Le Fay.

It explained why Mordred was waiting outside—she was avoiding her mother.

Mordred's memories came flooding back—all the lies, the deception perpetuation against his partner by her own mother—Elric was ready to draw his pistol Knall. So he did, hissing "You!"

Le Fay was unphased by the weapon, and Rheon was not amused.

Elric fired a shot and a magica shield was hit by it. Morgan Le Fay remained unharmed. She simply replied "How unsightly."

"I see you are acquainted with my Caster Servant."

"That's one way to put it." Elric told him, still focused on Morgan.

There was no commotion from outside, the gunslinger imagined there was some kind of barrier containing the sound of the gunshot.

Snatching at the pistol, Elijah asked as Elric jerked it back under his control "Was the gun really necessary?"

"What did you expect? You put me in the same room as one of my servant's parents."

"Meaning?"

Then Elric remembered, he hadn't told them about the nightmares yet. Then sighed "Never mind. Forget it." and looks back to Lord Rheon "What do you want?"

"That can wait." Rheon told him. "First I would like to inquire on your thoughts of Mr. Emiya."

"What about him, specifically."

"As a person."

"No complaints." Elric lied, he had a few.

"Really?" Rheon was surprised. "Given your cynical proclivity, I imagined the two of you would have a sour interaction."

"He's the guy you're using to blackmail Luvia, why would I have a problem with him?"

"He's rather idealistic. Has an interest in becoming a 'Hero of Justice.' I presumed the two of you would become fact hostile associates—and not ally with him against Somnus."

Hero of Justice, Elric cringed at the very word and ended up bursting into laughter. "I have to admit, that's kinda funny, actually." It lasted for half a minute before he regained control of his composure. "But no, I don't have a problem with him over that."

Then he asked "Anything else?"

"Yes. I would like to discuss the matter of your Saber, Mordred."

Well, guess I was right about that part, Dio.

"We'll gladly compensate you for your Saber. Per the arrangement, if things become difficult."

Outside Mordred heard as well. Her eyes widened. She almost expected to hear a yes any moment and felt a slight tinge of betrayal—ironic, coming from her.

"Not interested." Elric responded bluntly.

That surprised Mordred outside the room.

"Do you prefer the Knight of Treachery that much?"

"So what if I do?" Elric was defiant on this to the last. Even more so than he was with the marriage to Luviagelita foisted upon him. "I rather like working with Mordred. And I sure as shit ain't giving 'em to someone who uses people for shits and giggles. Saber's too good for either of you."

"Think about this. We could reunite the King of Knights with her long lost heir."

"Yeah, 'cause Artoria was such a good parent in life. I'm sure she'll do well in unlife."

"Mordred would be better cared for with us." the sorceress attempted to convince him. "Would you not agree it would be best to reunite her with my sibling, as well as her mother?" Stepping closer. "Mordred does tend to get herself into trouble without my supervision."

At that Morgan Le Fay touched a nerve with Elric, causing him to grab her by the throat and press Knall against the skin below her chin.

"First off, Caster, you disingenuous failure of a mother: you don't have much room to talk when it comes to what's good for Mordred." he chastised her. "Second, I know what you did to your own child, so why would I ever listen to a word you say? Third, I don't care much for you or Artoria. So I wouldn't trust either of you with my shoes, let alone my partner."

Outside, Mordred was flabbergasted by what she was hearing, wondering to herself Is he sticking up for me?

His point made, Elric released his grip on Morgan Le Fay.

"Anything else?"

"None. For now."

Elric got up to leave. He intended to try and learn if there was something Rheon would exchange for annulling the arranged marriage, but he was too infuriated to think straight. He walked out the door, telling Mordred "Let's go." as he walked out into the hall. Lost in his own thoughts.

The nerve of those pricksacting like they actually care about Mordred. Makes me want to vomit just thinking about it. Especially what Father said. I have half a mind to go back there and beat him and Morgan Le Fay senseless. Even if it does cause more trouble than it's worth, at least I'd feel better.

"...aster? Master? Hey, I'm talking to you here."

Mordred's voice caused him to escape his thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really mean all that, Master?"

"Oh, right. You were outside the whole time." Elric was a little embarrassed that she heard that outburst. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

Mordred tried not to let it show, but her cheeks burned as a faint smirk shined through as she said "It's about time someone said it aloud."

"And you ruined the moment."

"What?"

"Nothing. Let's go find some food."

It had been a eventful day for Elric, not he just wanted to get something to eat then take a nap.