Artoria: I'm About to Pull Out My Ahoge
"Hey, hey, why are you all blocking the entrance?" Shirou looked baffled at the King of Conquerors and the others, who were preventing other customers from entering the bar.
What, did they happen to come drinking at the very bar where Artoria worked? That was a little too much of a coincidence, wasn't it?
"The waitress in there is the King of Knights." Lord El-Melloi II nervously pointed inside. The customers within were all trembling. "And she's wearing... Caster, Caster! Wake up!"
"Saber's... new figure design... preorder... Saber... this is, this is just too amazing!"
Caster covered his nose, but finally collapsed under the strain. The blood on his hand had probably come from his nose. Was he actually getting a nosebleed because of Artoria? Sure enough, as long as they existed on Earth, anyone who wasn't a king fanatic was a twisted king fanatic. Caster was a textbook example of a twisted king fanatic.
Shirou also took a look through Caster's crystal ball. Tools this good for peeping weren't easy to come by.
Inside, Artoria was wearing a maid outfit. Rather than feeling embarrassed because she was a king, she was enthusiastically taking the customers' orders. It was as though she had grasped the idea that labor was glorious, and thus understood the appeal of some great socialist school uniform.
But honestly, it really was pretty great.
"Um, is he going to be okay?" Shirou pointed at Caster.
Kuzuki immediately pushed up his glasses. "Excuse me, but students shouldn't be drinking, should they?"
His gaze swept over Illya. Of course, Shirou was underage too.
"Of course. We're just here to mooch off the atmosphere! We won't go in!" Shirou declared openly.
"Forget it, I can't control students anymore anyway. Goodbye, and