Morning in the Girls' Dormitory

"Who cares about you!" The girl rushed forward, clenched her fist, and punched the boy.

"Wait, calm down, calm down." Shirou quickly stretched out his palm to block the fist that was swinging towards him.

"Shirou... how should I put it... thank you..." Little Mo finally calmed down and whispered, lowering her head.

"..." Artoria looked at the two of them and remained silent.

Little Mo noticed the other's gaze, then seemed to remember something and looked at Artoria, adding, "Ah! Of course, I'm not ungrateful to my Father King either."

"No, Lord Mordred, whatever you say is fine," Artoria said coldly.

"By the way, how did Artoria get here?" Shirou asked the girl.

"Even with the Holy Grail, one still needs to find the corresponding passage to come to this world, so Da Vinci helped me find a suitable summoner," Artoria explained.

"Praise my genius a little more, it won't hurt," Da Vinci of Chaldea said with a smug smile, puffing out his chest.

Da Vinci was one of the three giants of the late Renaissance and a rare polymath in Human History, with expertise spanning painting, astronomy, geography, physics, mathematics, human anatomy, animal dissection, weapons design, architecture, and much more...

Later studies of Da Vinci have revealed that her strength lay in her insatiable curiosity about all things, her superior observational skills, and her ability to analyze and record data. She designed machine guns, parachutes, and diving breathing apparatus, and was also fascinated by the tongues of woodpeckers.

Chaldea's data recording device was a tremendous asset to her. In fact, given enough time, she could gain knowledge that ordinary people couldn't comprehend through in-depth data analysis of every world Chaldea experienced, and then apply it to the operation of Chaldea.

She straddles the line between art and science, and between reality and fantasy. When observing swirling water, she becomes curious about the principles of rotation, and then she records them with her pen. From an artistic perspective, she wants to draw these things, and at the same time, she will list out the numerical formulas for this rotation through hypothesis.

Therefore, she was able to imitate birds in the 15th century and develop prototype aircraft designs for helicopters and gliders, until humans finally developed a flying airplane in the 20th century.

She analyzed the data on the arrival of the black mud Heroic Spirit in this world, and after experiencing Li Shuwen's small world, she finally found a method suitable for Chaldea.

In this unfamiliar world, it's virtually impossible for Servant to directly descend through a summoning circle. However, strangely enough, there are always people in this world who share a certain affinity with these Servant. Even if these ordinary people don't possess the powerful abilities of the legendary Servant, they can still share the same qualities in their beliefs and dreams. (Monthly membership group: 694936135)

A person who wants to save the world, maintain world peace, and hopes to make the people around them happy;

A person burdened with unresolved regrets, tinged with infatuation, tragic love, hatred, and ambition;

There are also types that mutually demand from each other: those who crave maternal love and those who want to give maternal love.

The FGO system has a unique way of connecting people who seek each other with Servant.

And a girl from this school had such a connection, though the reason is unknown.

When Rita Eindsworth pressed the summon button in FGO, Artoria responded instantly. She arrived in this world, then used the Holy Grail to construct a new Spirit Origin and physical body, descending into this world as Servant with a physical form.

Listening to the girl and Da Vinci's conversation, Shirou couldn't help but yawn, looking very sleepy.

"Shirou, are you alright? You look very tired," Artoria asked worriedly.

"Ah... sorry, I suddenly feel really sleepy," Shirou said, rubbing his eyes.

"The battle with the demonic Vortigern must have been too exhausting for Shirou, so he should definitely get some rest today."

"It seems Shirou is quite tired. Let me take him to a place to rest," Artoria said.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Shirou did feel extremely tired. The muscles in his body were just as fatigued, aching, and stiff as when he first received special training from Artoria at the dojo in his previous life.

So Artoria rode her motorcycle, carrying Shirou and Little Mo, towards her dwelling.

As the motorcycle moved forward, Shirou saw the Bristol Branch School he had visited before. Artoria drove directly into the school campus and headed to the right rear. Ahead was a Western-style mansion with multiple blue triangular roofs and chimneys.

"Wait! Artoria, why are we here? This is the dormitory at the Bristol Branch School, right?" Shirou asked in surprise.

"This is the dormitory I manage, and I'm the head maid here." After parking her car in the garage, Artoria changed into her spirit form, wearing a black Maid Outfit and a white lace headband.

"Hmm... I don't quite understand, but this outfit suits you very well," Shirou praised.

"Hmph, that's only natural. Come in with me." Artoria replied calmly, leading the way. From an angle the boy couldn't see, a beautiful smile curved her lips slightly.

In fact, after leaving Shinjuku, Artoria Altair went to other worlds and experienced different adventures.

Because on a summer island, she suddenly had a new realization: she couldn't just be someone who received care from 'important people,' but rather she should have the desire to work together with 'important people' to live a happier life.

Besides being a queen sitting at the table waiting to eat, she also wanted to do housework and cook with that 'important person' and be praised for her good cooking skills.

So the blonde girl modified her Spirit Origin and decided to become a maid, to re-examine herself from the perspective of serving others, although she had no intention of serving anyone.

As a way of repaying the debt to her former Master who had summoned her, Artoria agreed to help the former Master take care of her friend.

Meanwhile, Artoria was taking care of her Master's friend, a girl Shiina Mashiro who resembled Guinevere in temperament and was a blank slate in everything except painting.

So she took the initiative to approach the principal and asked to work there, and also to take care of one of the girls there. The principal was impressed by her outstanding image and readily agreed to the proposal.

Her regal leadership commanded the respect of the Housemistress Teacher, who now held the positions of head maid, security captain, and Housemistress Teacher. She had also taken her former Master under her wing, leading her maids in their daily work as honorable Round Table maids.

Now that Artoria has the keys to all the rooms in the dormitory, opening the back door and secretly arranging for one or two people to move in wouldn't be too difficult.

"This is a spare room, Shirou, you can rest here for the night." Artoria said, using her key to open a room in the corner, then took out a bed and blankets from the cupboard, and put them on the bed.

"Oh..." Shirou, feeling drowsy, followed along without thinking much. Only when he entered the dormitory and saw the colorful underwear hanging outside did he realize the problem. It was too late to leave now.

"Even in Maid Outfit, Father King is so majestic, beautiful, cute, and handsome..." Little Mo muttered to herself, watching Artoria busily working, completely absorbed in the moment.

The three of them were in the room, and for a moment, they fell silent.

Little Mo smiled and gestured to Shirou, 'Say something! It's such a waste to spend so much time with Father King without saying a word.'

Shirou understood what the girl meant: to clear up the misunderstanding and repair their relationship. So Shirou asked the question on behalf of the girl.

"Artoria, if there's a tyrant like the Vile King, is it really impossible for Mordred to become king?"

"Do you really think a Triceratops can work in agriculture? Their performance isn't a perfect match. Don't waste your energy on such a trivial question! Get some rest, Shirou," Artoria said coldly.

Mordred, sitting cross-legged on the ground, glanced at Artoria out of the corner of her eye, thinking to herself, "Ugh... Damn it, I didn't have to be so firm, but... Father King looks so beautiful and handsome in his Maid Outfit! I want one..."

So Little Mo winked at Shirou again and nodded toward Artoria.

"Eh... Artoria?... You want her?" Shirou roughly guessed Mordred expression and asked using lip reading.

Chapter 148 Morning in the Girls' Dormitory

"No!!! It's Father King's clothes!" Little Mo shook his head.

"Ah! Right, Artoria, little... Mordred, let her come and help you with your work too," Shirou suggested to the head maid.

Artoria rested her chin on her hand, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Hmm, Lord Mordred, huh? Yes! It's only natural, really. I am the King of Knights, and those who swore allegiance to me are the Knights of the Round Table. Now that I am the head maid, they should also become the Maids of the Round Table!"

"Really? That's amazing... cough cough, no." Little Mo exclaimed in surprise, but quickly covered it up again, "... Since it's Father King's order, there's nothing I can do. Even if it's this light and embarrassing dress, I have no choice but to wear it."

"That's great, Little Mo." Shirou was determined to do everything he could to help the girl repair her relationship.

"Thank you, Shirou." Little Mo clasped her hands in thanks.

"Lord Mordred, what are you dawdling for? Come on! I'll take you to change your clothes." Artoria then opened the door and walked outside.

"Ah, yes! Father King." Mordred followed with a bright smile.

About ten minutes later.

Artoria returned to the place, followed by a girl dressed in a gray maid outfit with a white apron. Her hair was still tied up in a high, curly ponytail, but now she had a shy, childlike expression, wanting praise from an adult but too embarrassed to ask for it herself.

"How is it..., Shirou?" Little Mo asked, her face slightly flushed. Although she thought it looked cute on her Father King, she felt quite shy wearing it herself.

"Hmm... she's very cute, and she matches Artoria very well," Shirou said with a smile.

"Really! Haha, my Father King and I are a perfect match!" Little Mo patted the boy's shoulder happily and laughed.

"No, Lord Mordred, are you mistaken? You're wearing a gray-black Maid Outfit, the lowest-ranking maid here, while I am the head maid, the highest-ranking one. Do you see this magnificent white crown?" Artoria said, pointing to the white headband on her head.

"What!? Damn it! Even as a maid, you have to build up your merits little by little, just like when you were a knight, before you can get promoted!" Mordred clenched her fist to cheer herself up.

"Since we can only defeat the Vortigern at dawn in that world, there's no use in rushing now. Shirou, you should rest first. We'll take action tomorrow night," Artoria instructed.

"Okay, Artoria, then I won't stand on ceremony," Shirou replied, climbing onto the bed.

"Alright, you can rest now, Shirou." Artoria pressed down on the boy's shoulder to help him lie down, and said with a soft laugh.

Shirou was pressed down by the girl and lay down, then felt a soft, warm touch under his head, along with the girl's unique scent. He blinked, and from his lying position, looked at the girl directly above him and asked, "... Um? Miss Artoria? What are you doing?"

"This is a lap pillow, one of the basic methods that Britain maid would use when serving her master to rest!" Artoria said matter-of-factly.

"What world's Britain maid is this from?!" Shirou exclaimed.

"Knee pillows are a basic skill for maids, right? I'm very confident in my thighs now. I eat plenty of high-energy fried food every day and get plenty of exercise by cleaning the dormitory. They're round and smooth, and the muscles are just right—not hard but elastic."

"No, that's not what I meant," Shirou said awkwardly.

"Shirou, are you feeling unwell?" Artoria asked, looking down at the boy. Her fair hand brushed aside her bangs, and her usually cold, stern blue-gold eyes now revealed a tender concern.

"No... not comfortable, it's not that I'm uncomfortable..." Shirou felt shy meeting that gaze, and his heart raced as he turned his head away.

'Amazing! As expected of Father King, he made Shirou submit with just a look! But Shirou is also amazing. Ah, if I were treated like that, I feel like I would die on the spot.' Little Mo, dressed in a maid outfit, thought to herself as she watched silently from the side.

"Anyway... Artoria, please, don't use a lap pillow! Otherwise, I won't be able to fall asleep at all," Shirou said, standing up.

"Is that so... It seems my maid training isn't enough... Since you put it that way, Shirou, I understand! Then, as a substitute, I'll give you the finest white goose down pillow here." Artoria said, standing up and placing the white pillow she had moved earlier back on the bed.

"Thank you, that's a great help... I feel like I'm about to fall asleep..." Shirou replied with a smile, feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, so he lay down.

This time, the boy lay down on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep. The battle with the demonic dragon had exhausted him greatly, and constantly absorbing and releasing the magic power provided by the Holy Grail had already left his body utterly worn out.

The room fell silent. The stubborn boy lying on the bed, his face now asleep, revealed an expression befitting a teenager, with a touch of childishness still lingering in his eyes. Only at this moment would the boy reveal the true expression behind his strength and composure.

At that moment, Little Mo had a sudden inspiration and felt that now was the time to show her skills, so she eagerly raised her hand and said, "Ah, then Father King, please go and rest. I'll stay here and take care of Shirou. Anyway, I'm Servant, so I don't need to rest."

Artoria tucked the boy in, then turned to look at Little Mo, her expression a complex mix of knowing she'd seen the kid in her house say something silly again.

"What are you saying, Lord Mordred? As a newcomer here, the lowest-ranking maid, your only job is cleaning toilets. You're not even assigned to mopping, wiping, or maintaining decorations. How could I possibly let you do the important work of entertaining guests? Come here! I've already prepared a bed for you, a lowly maid, in the storeroom diagonally across the street."

"Hey? Wait, Father King? The storeroom? Why are you treating me so differently?!" Little Mo, being dragged out by the collar, lowered her voice and let out a protesting cry.

"There are soft, top-quality goose down pillows there, and disassembled cardboard boxes as mattresses. No blankets are provided. If you feel cold, there are also old rags, unused old clothes, and scraps of cloth in the old cardboard boxes there." The strongest head maid lifted Little Mo by the back of her collar and walked straight out, saying this.

"Oh, a goose down pillow! Father King is so gentle!!" Little Mo exclaimed, moved. After hearing the next few words, she tilted her head blankly, "Eh... a rag?"

The sleeping boy had no idea what happened outside. Shirou slept soundly until around six o'clock the next morning when he was awakened by a scream outside the door.

In the girls' dormitory at the Bristol Branch School, Eriri, a twin-tailed girl dressed in a maid outfit, arrives at the storage room early in the morning to get cleaning tools. After a week, she has almost gotten used to getting up at six o'clock every day to clean, and then she also helps out at the cafeteria to distribute food.

"Honestly, Rita overslept again. Just because she's related to the head maid, she dares to sleep in! Does she really think the industry is still so naive that you can get away with anything just because you're related to someone?" Eriri, taking out her key and opening the door to the storage room.

A disheveled blonde girl was seen rolling around on a spread-out piece of cardboard, hugging a large white pillow.

Eriri stood frozen at the doorway, completely bewildered. "Why is she sleeping here? Is this a student from the dormitory? A face I've never seen before? No! Upon closer inspection, although I can't recall her name, she does look somewhat familiar."

What to do? Is it an abandoned child, or is it domestic violence? No, this should be school bullying! What's the English for "Why are you sleeping on the cardboard in the storage room with a down pillow?"

The girl, who was rolling on the cardboard, then raised her fist and shouted.

In the Mordred Theatre.

Maid Little Mo: "King Arthur, after a year of arduous training, I have finally risen from a lowly maid to become one of the Thirteen Maids of the Round Table. Therefore, please acknowledge me as your successor and announce to everyone that I will be the next head maid. After your retirement, the position will pass to me!"

Maid Queen Arthur: "Is that so? My child, you have truly tried your best. Then I will entrust this chosen holy artifact to you."

Maid Little Mo: "Really?! Thank you, Father King! I will definitely cherish this chosen mop!"

Elf Shirou: "Congratulations, Little Mo. I knew we'd succeed."

New Maid Little Mo: "Yes, Shirou, after I step down from my position as head maid, let's ride motorcycles around the world together on adventures. You'll play with me every day and cook delicious meals for me."

Elf Shirou: "Okay, Little Mo, I'll wait for you no matter how long it takes."

The new maid queen held hands with the elf, revealing a happy smile.

"Ah~! I'm holding hands with Shirou, so shy~!!!" The blonde girl rolled around on the cardboard even more vigorously.

"..." Eriri hesitated, seeing the girl with a happy smile on her face, as if she was having some beautiful fantasy, at least she didn't look like she had been bullied.

"Wait?! Shiro?! You just said Shirou, right?!" Eriri exclaimed excitedly.

"Huh? Huh!" Little Mo's train of thought was interrupted by the noise. She sat up angrily and yelled, "Who the hell is this?! I was just about to come up with a way to ask the three of us to go to the amusement park!! And then I got interrupted!"

"Eh?! A delinquent!?" Eriri only then noticed Little Mo's attire: a red jacket paired with a wicked expression, making her look terrifying no matter how you looked at her. She was just as terrifying as the pompadour-haired biker Bōsōzoku from Japan.

"Who are you? How dare you enter the room my Father King gave me!" Mordred jumped up, glaring at Eriri as he walked up to her and asked.

"No, calm down, calm down, classmate, this is... a storage room, I just... came to get some tools." Eriri retreated repeatedly, forced to press herself against the wall as she explained.

"Huh!? Why are you so scared? You're stammering. Just say it clearly!" Mordred asked, leaning against the wall with one hand and staring straight at the girl.

"Help!" Eriri cried out in alarm.

Shirou, awakened by the girl's cries for help, rushed out of the room without thinking. He saw Eriri wildly swinging her twin tails, launching a series of attacks to prevent Little Mo from getting close to her.

"Little Mo, Eriri, what are you doing?" Shirou asked, embarrassed.

"Hey! Shirou! What are you doing here?" Eriri exclaimed in surprise.