"This one counts as—"
"Forget it? Impossible! Right now, immediately. A king who has never labored cannot understand the people at the bottom. Only through labor can you understand just how boring the existence of a king is. You have only two choices now: become waiters, or enter a labor camp! Though I think you're better suited for the labor camp."
Artoria threatened them.
"N-No, I'll be a waiter," Gilgamesh said weakly, raising his hand.
Rider immediately expressed his agreement as well.
Lord El-Melloi II pointed at himself. "Then... what about me?"
"Hmph. Though you are a Lord of your generation and are possessed by Zhuge Liang, both of you are fated to die from overwork. At this moment, you should enjoy yourself properly—enjoy the service these two kings provide you. Don't worry about the money. Gilgamesh has already paid for you!"
Artoria slapped the table, her brows raised sharply. "Bring me a delicious staff meal! You, you, and you—serve the food!"
"Yes, yes!"
Gilgamesh immediately took the dishes from the employee and carried them over to Artoria.
Two plates of seafood fried rice were set before them. While Lord El-Melloi II stared blankly at the fried rice, even feeling a little touched, Artoria had already nearly finished the first plate.
"H-How is it, customer?" Gilgamesh asked cautiously.
After stuffing the final spoonful into her mouth, Artoria gave her evaluation without reservation. "Delicious. Bring me another bowl, and give this pale-faced strategist another serving. Also, bring me the whole pan!"
Gilgamesh became a complete mess. Though his speed had reached its peak, he often could not even control the balance of the things he carried.
"Pathetic. Is this the attitude you have as a waiter? Hold it with both hands, don't relax, bow—can't you do that? Is this how you