At a roadside mala tang stall wreathed in smoke and flames, two Heads of State bent over the table and devoured food until their mouths glistened with oil. The plates in front of Sandora had already piled up half a meter high, and she had even threatened that if they did not hurry up and finish the remaining mala tang, she would eat the plates themselves. We all believed she would make good on that threat. Cu Chulainn believed it even more, so the miserable lancer could only wipe away a bitter tear and work his pile of tools with every gate open, veins unblocked, wishing he had three heads and six arms. As for heroic spirits like Emiya and Sasaki, the moment Her Majesty the Queen started eating, they had already shoved their stalls away and fled without a trace, moving like a hundred city inspectors were chasing them.
For Cu Chulainn, getting into the food business under the Queen's watchful eye was probably the greatest mistake of his life. If he managed to return in one piece today, I figured he would be left with a lifelong condition where the sight of cooked food made his calves cramp, forcing him to live on sashimi for the rest of his days.
"Another thirty plates, every kind!" Sandora did not care about anything else. She was the Queen, and she wanted to fill her stomach. That was all there was to it. While wiping out food at an astonishing speed with movements completely at odds with that speed's elegance, she kept urging them to bring more dishes.
Cu Chulainn was nearly in tears. He gave up on the spot and said that if it really came down to it, Her Majesty the Queen might as well eat him. There had