"One bowl..."
"Another bowl..."
"Sir Samael..."
Before the table piled high with hearty meats and delicious dishes, the Lion King efficiently passed over one empty plate after another. Samael heaped Artoria's favorite chicken curry and rice onto them, then swiftly handed them back, like a busy animal keeper.
The two large buckets of rice they had prepared were vanishing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
At the sight of such a shocking scene, Mordred was left dumbstruck. The braised chicken drumstick in her mouth fell onto the table with a clatter.
Look at how badly the kid had been scared. Had her fantasies been shattered ahead of schedule?
As he helped serve the food, Samael teasingly looked back and forth between little Mordred, whose expression was gradually falling apart, and the Lion King, who had shut out the outside world and was wholeheartedly stuffing her face.
However, before the ancient serpent could gloat for long, Mordred snapped back to her senses. She immediately raised a hand, clicked her nearly dislocated jaw back into place, slapped her thigh, and exclaimed excitedly.
"Is... is this the appetite of a king?! That's so cool!"
An intense light burst from the little girl's eyes, as though countless tiny stars were glittering within them. Her admiration was impossible to conceal.
Holy crap, she could praise that too?
Samael's hand trembled as he served the rice, and his body swayed. He nearly keeled over.
"Well, clearly, I still have a lot to learn!"
Mordred muttered under her breath. She immediately knocked on the table, pointed at the food the Lion King was eating, and eagerly looked up at Samael.
"Um, I want one too!"
"Certainly. One children's set meal."
As Samael groaned listlessly, Freya passed a small plate of chicken curry rice over to