As a strategist, he naturally knew that, but he had no money! Just as Artoria had taken a job and entered the Holy Grail War for money, he too had entered the Holy Grail War for money! The Holy Grail War was not over, and he had not gotten the money yet. How could he possibly have spare cash for food or drinks? This was already a form of compensation to Rider for the Fourth Holy Grail War.
He no longer had money to buy a late-night snack.
"Then I'll have some egg fried rice." Lord El-Melloi II still yielded beneath Artoria's tyrannical pressure and ordered a cheap serving of egg fried rice.
"A figure like Lord El-Melloi II possessed Zhuge Liang. Surely your appetite can't be this small? I believe Liu Bei, as a king, would have cared greatly about his subjects' meals."
"You're so noisy! Then bring me another serving of pasta. No more than that!" Lord El-Melloi II felt as though his wallet were trembling.
"What about dessert?"
"I won't eat any, all right?"
Lord El-Melloi II's pig-slaughtering screams rang out one after another from the crystal ball and the bar.
Shirou had a lollipop in his mouth as he sank into thought.
This would not do for Lord El-Melloi II. He was completely unable to handle Artoria's powerful offensive. He was being utterly crushed by her kingly aura.
But Lord El-Melloi II was not the only one being crushed by that kingly aura.
Countless people who had merely come to drink and flirt had begun spending endlessly under Artoria's forceful demands. They gazed at Artoria with worship in their eyes, showing signs of turning everyone present into King fanatics—even twisted King fanatics.
However, Shirou saw the flaw in this. This was outright cultivating a personality cult.