Shirou thought for a moment, then made up a story. "After Siegfried was defeated by me, he handed me the title of the 'Black' Saber... That's all."
Gordes's face turned from green to white. "As a condition... did that guy ask you to take good care of his Master?
"Tsk... What a busybody!!"
Shirou was speechless. No, no, that guy never said anything like that. What are you imagining?
Gordes fell into a state of self-inflicted sentimentality.
With a pained expression, he looked up at the castle's lofty ceiling, seemingly reminiscing about the years he had fought alongside the Great Hero—
So you two barely fought together at all, did you?
"Hmph!"
Gordes let out a disdainful snort. "Since you're a man recognized by Siegfried, I won't say anything more.
"But don't get the wrong idea. Even if Siegfried recognizes you, I still..."
Fiore seemed to realize that this would never end, so she maneuvered her wheelchair in front of Gordes.
With a smile, she said, "The Yggdmillennia have prepared a sumptuous dinner for everyone. There's still some time before dinner, so please come inside the castle first."
Faced with the girl's invitation, Shirou remained unmoved. "Sorry, we didn't come here for dinner.
"If you have something to say, please say it clearly here..."
At that moment, a voice interrupted Shirou's speech with an argument stronger than words.
It was the rumbling of a stomach, otherwise known as a growl.
Shirou looked displeased as he turned toward Mordred beside him. The girl looked shocked and hurriedly shook her head to indicate her innocence.
"...It was me." Jeanne raised her hand, her face flushed.
Looking back, Jeanne had returned to the inn that morning and gone straight to sleep without even eating breakfast.
After waking in the afternoon, she had stopped