My Fates Codex in Type-Moon

"Please stop, Caster's Master, or I will consider your actions an act of war!"

"Your seriousness is also part of your charm… Ow, ow, ow!" Feeling the immense strength of the girl, akin to a red dragon, Sakutsuki's mouth twitched, but he still forced out his voice, shouting with all his might:

"No FGO player can refuse a real-life Spiritron Dress, no!"

"I just wanted to get Saber some nice clothes, what's wrong with that!"

Sakutsuki, speaking with such righteous indignation, didn't notice the helpless look in Miyu's eyes as she glanced at him.

You're clearly lusting after her, you scoundrel!

My brother can't possibly be this weird!

Clearly, Saber thought the same. As her blue eyes grew sharper, the strength in her arm increased, as if she wanted to strangle this man who talked too much and resembled Merlin.

However, just then, Sakutsuki, using all his strength, extended a finger.

"Lunch!"

"...Huh?"

Sensing Artoria's grip loosen, Sakutsuki struck while the iron was hot: "I'm treating you to lunch today, no matter how much you eat, it's all on me!"

Taking a deep breath, the young man then delivered his final trump card:

"I'll cook it myself!"

"Wh-what!" Her blue eyes showed clear wavering.

Critical hit, greatly effective.

Saber-class, critically damaged!

"Th-this is what you said…" Recalling the delicious food she missed last night, Saber subconsciously swallowed and released Sakutsuki, "When are we having lunch?"

"Don't rush, Miss Knight King." Stretching his arms, the young man grinned wickedly and whispered like a demon, "First, fulfill my needs, won't you?"

"Damn it, using this method to tempt me…" Faced with the temptation of food, Saber humiliatingly conceded and was pushed into the fitting room by Sakutsuki.

When the four of them emerged from the clothing store, Irisviel had to use Sakutsuki's magecraft to transfer the numerous bags and packages containing over a dozen outfits to the Einzbern castle.

As for their cute Miss Knight King, she was already leaning against Irisviel, looking completely drained.

While everyone appreciates beauty, being manhandled like a doll by a certain annoying young man and having to endure it for the sake of lunch… Artoria stated she didn't want to go through it a second time.

She had already changed out of her sportswear, but under the strong protests of Irisviel and Sakutsuki, Saber didn't wear the black suit. Instead, she compromised and chose a white shirt, blue tie, and black stockings – her usual attire in FSN.

Incidentally, since not all the clothes in the store were available, Sakutsuki personally made some of the outfits using Projection Magecraft after inquiring with Irisviel.

This was also why Saber appeared so weak.

If she were facing someone lusting after her or with ill intentions, she would have already blasted them with a Noble Phantasm. But the problem was precisely that this smiling young man was genuinely doing this for her…

Rather than powerlessness, it was more like being at a loss when faced with kindness, wasn't it?

"I wanted to ask earlier, Sakutsuki, you seem to know a lot about Saber's attire." Irisviel said with a smile, supporting Saber as she voiced her curiosity, "It's as if you were prepared for this beforehand."

The young man didn't deny it, frankly stating, "Of course, I used to be a King Fan, after all."

"King Fan?"

"Ten thousand Moon Fans, a million King Fans." Sakutsuki paused, then added, "Ah, by the way, 'Fan' means like, so you can think of it as a fan."

"So, Saber is your idol?" Irisviel asked in surprise.

Not just her, but Saber and Miyu beside them, and even other Masters and Servants, would be greatly surprised to learn this.

He, a strong individual who could rival Heroic Spirits with mortal means, had voluntarily admitted his admiration for a past imprint, a shadow existing in human history.

"You can understand it that way." Sakutsuki didn't intend to explain further, nodding slightly, "Britain, where mystery had faded, leading the knights to repel foreign enemies and protect the people in that era… After learning such a story, who wouldn't admire the king who dedicated his life to Britain?"

Facing Sakutsuki's praise, Saber silently turned her head away, not wanting others to see the disappointment and sadness on her face.

"I wasn't as good as you say."

"The Knights of the Round Table fell apart due to my mistaken decisions, and even after I returned from my campaign in Rome, the Seven Clans and the Eight Banners betrayed me. Perhaps Sir Tristan was right, I don't understand people, and I'm not suited to be..."

"STOP!"

The young man raised his index finger, interrupting the Knight King's self-pity.

"This isn't a prime-time soap opera. Leave regret and obsession, swords and battles to the night, Saber. At least during the day, we can fully enjoy the beautiful scenery of Fuyuki City. Speaking of which, you've been here for so long, but you haven't truly seen this city yet, have you?"

Just then, another disdainful voice rang out.

"Don't make me laugh, clown! This is my domain, and I have already spread my majesty to every corner!"

Turning his head, the golden-haired king, also dressed in modern clothes and looking devilishly charismatic, stood on the other side of the street, casting a proud gaze at Sakutsuki and his group.

"Archer!"

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A black jacket with distinct layers, paired with casually cut trousers made from quality material. Even his hairstyle had been changed to that of a normal person, and with it, much of his unconcealable arrogance had also diminished.

To be honest, Gilgamesh's taste in clothing and style was quite good.

"Archer, Gilgamesh..."

Saber immediately perked up, stepping forward to shield everyone.

"Why are you here?"

"This King was merely inspecting the people's sentiments, and I happened to hear a mongrel spouting nonsense."

The golden king, clad in a motorcycle jacket, stood across the road, his voice immediately dripping with arrogance.

"He's just bored, isn't he?" Sakutsuki muttered under his breath. "He's not standing on a lamppost this time, so I guess he has some sense of shame."

In response, Archer crossed his arms and replied proudly:

"Foolishness! It is a king's duty to guide the people from his throne, but if one is to play amongst the common folk, why must one appear with the bearing of a sovereign!"

So, this guy doesn't think there's anything wrong with standing on a lamppost... Irisviel and Miyu's faces were etched with dark lines. Gilgamesh then shifted his attention back to Saber, who was wearing casual clothes, and narrowed his eyes:

"I sensed a magical fluctuation, so this King came to see what could alleviate my boredom... I didn't expect to witness such a fine sight, Saber."

"You flatter me, Hero King," Saber replied warily, remaining silent. Sakutsuki answered in her stead. "It seems my aesthetic taste has some merit."

"A mere mongrel, and yet you can bark so much. Did I ask you anything?" For some reason, Gilgamesh's expression darkened, and golden ripples appeared behind him.

"Oh my, the great Hero King dares to initiate combat in broad daylight?" Sakutsuki retorted with a provocative smile.

The surrounding pedestrians had long since scattered. The two men faced each other in a suffocating atmosphere, their wills transforming into blades and short weapons, clashing in an attempt to crush the other.

Saber was solely focused on protecting Irisviel, completely unaware of who had caused this dangerous atmosphere. Miyu understood vaguely, while Mrs. [Tai Tai - likely referring to Irisviel or a similar maternal figure] seemed thoughtful but wisely refrained from laughing.

Realizing they were both people of strong will, Gilgamesh let out a cold snort and was the first to break eye contact:

"As adversaries, to willingly add luster to another's servant. If you have already given up on fighting, this King wouldn't mind adding a fawning dog to his retinue."

"Since we have no enmity and are merely fighting for the same wish, it's natural to converse freely outside of battle. Or does the King of Ancient Uruk lack even this magnanimity?" Sakutsuki paused, refraining from saying, 'No wonder that mud doll died because of you.'

If he had said that, it would likely have led to an irreconcilable conflict.

"Hmph, boring. One cannot be king without arrogance!" The golden-haired king scoffed at Sakutsuki's retort. "This King has only had one friend throughout history. Everyone else is merely a jester for this King's amusement!"

"Oh?" The young man narrowed his golden eyes, testing him. "Even Priestess Siduri, that one as well?"

"Siduri... To think that even after a thousand years, someone still remembers her name." Perhaps recalling something, Archer's aggressive demeanor slightly softened. "Verbal disputes are meaningless, mongrel. Don't be so hasty. I shall demonstrate the majesty of a king to you tonight."

"I'll be waiting anytime, Archer," Sakutsuki said, stopping the restless Saber. "Let's go, I still need to make lunch."

"Lunch?" Archer mused, staring at the retreating figures of Sakutsuki and the others.

"If this cook made it himself..."

"Why didn't you let me speak, Sakutsuki?" Saber asked impatiently once they were out of the Hero King's line of sight. "Arrogant and overbearing, that's a tyrant! Archer's path as a king is flawed!"

"Flawed, is it?" The young man, squatting by the shop entrance and carefully selecting ingredients, replied without looking up, his tone mild. "And so what? He's different from you. He's merely a reflection of Hero King Gilgamesh walking through the river of history, a snapshot of a certain period of his life. What do you want to prove to this tyrant? And what do you want to gain from him?"

Under the young man's unprecedentedly cold tone, Artoria froze.

If King of Conquerors, Iskandar, were present, he would likely have just laughed it off, no matter how absurd the Hero King's statements were, wouldn't he?

This Alexander the Great had spent his entire life exalting dominance, his entire life trampling over this world. Countless nations and kings had fallen beneath his iron hooves—and precisely because of this, he understood that a king's path could only be shattered, conquered, and could never be swayed by simple words.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be the path of a king, but merely a narrow trail walked by a slave burdened by "nation," treading on thin ice.

But Saber was different. She would become angry about it, and she would loudly denounce the wrongness of such behavior.

It was as if a scar that could never heal had been poked.

Considering their objective for the day, Sakutsuki didn't say anything further. After selecting the ingredients, he led the group to a small wooden house by the sea.

This place was originally an izakaya, but Sakutsuki had booked the entire venue for the day, and it was not open for business, quietly awaiting the arrival of the group of four.

No... five people.

The golden-haired man leaned against the entrance of the izakaya. As they approached, he opened his eyes, his snake-like pupils filled with displeasure.

"Too slow! You lot, making this King wait so long!"

"Archer, it's you again!"

"Why are you here!"

"Uh, Omniscient and Omnipotent Star? That can't be right..."

With a charming smile, Gilgamesh pushed open the izakaya door and walked in first, facing the barrage of questions from everyone.

"Annoying cook, I'm hungry!"

"The freeloader should at least have the attitude of one, damn it!"

A certain young man, whose title had advanced from "scoundrel" to "cook," protested loudly while carrying ingredients.

His voice was loud, but it couldn't reach Gilgamesh's ears, who didn't want to hear it.

Although the atmosphere between Saber and Archer had been tense during the wait, once Sakutsuki served dish after dish of delicious food, the ancient king who was starving forgot everything else and began to enjoy the meal to his heart's content.

To prevent the golden shining king from provoking Saber again, Sakutsuki had to sacrifice himself for the greater good. He cajoled and persuaded Gilgamesh to move to another table, and ended up pulling himself along.

"So, what did you want to say, Hero King?" the white-haired youth asked, sitting on a chair and frowning at the request to keep Gilgamesh there.

"I'm just interested in you, cook." For some reason, after their brief separation, Gilgamesh's attitude seemed to have improved considerably. Even though Sakutsuki deliberately showed his impatience, Gilgamesh merely tapped a nearby food container, wearing a disturbing smile.

"You want me to bring food to Kirei Kotomine? You're quite bold, cook."

"You flatter me." Sakutsuki rolled his eyes. "Just tell me if you agree or not."

"Don't mistake my tolerance for indulgence, cook." The golden-haired king crossed his legs and said leisurely, "State your reasons, and I'll reluctantly help you out. Why did you kill his Servant with the intent to kill him, yet do something like this? Do you think this will make you feel better?"

"Feel better? Hero King, have you misunderstood something?" Sakutsuki leaned back in his chair and sneered. "Why can't you see it as a provocation, a declaration of war?"

"Vanity and deception are meaningless to me. My eyes can see through all things. Lies are nothing but ugly comedies in my eyes. Stop amusing me." As if losing patience, Gilgamesh sneered and stated the truth directly.