The Last Supper (Continued)

"Idiot! Even if you're an assassin, if this isn't something you genuinely wanted to do, wouldn't you just be following in saber's footsteps? Isn't there anything you truly want to do yourself?"

Sieg thought it over carefully for about one second, costing her one second of her minute.

"Do something for the homunculi?"

Gord: "..."

There was no communicating with her.

A female homunculus approached, her expression complicated. "Thank you for helping us treat the injured homunculi despite being so busy. Also, I'm truly sorry for having pointed a weapon at you earlier. It's wonderful that you were willing to let bygones be bygones."

Sieg frowned. Had that happened?

But then the homunculus's appearance surfaced in her mind.

It had been when they went to rescue berserker.

Sieg looked somewhat confused. "Does that have anything to do with me helping you?"

The female homunculus choked in surprise.

Watching the exchange between Sieg and the female homunculus, Gord finally confirmed that the problem was not him, but Sieg.

His assassin was clearly so normal and good at communicating, so why was his own situation so strange? Didn't they say Masters and Servants were always drawn to each other because they had good compatibility?

"She's just like that. Don't take it to heart." Gord waved a hand.

Yet the female homunculus still did not leave.

"Is there something else?" Gord asked doubtfully.

"Mm, dinner is ready."

The automatic sensors immediately responded, and the lights came on. Though there was still a little sunlight outside, it was already evening.

Dinner would be earlier today.

With the great battle imminent, this was their last supper.

"Come on, let's eat first."

After healing another homunculus's injuries, Sieg nodded.

Dinner was lavish, with all kinds of food.

Sieg carefully speared the steak, cut off a