What Do You Mean, Taking the Lion King to Fight the Fairy Kingdom?

The thought that he had worked himself to death nearly broke even Red A.

Mo Wang was a more ruthless boss than Alaya.

"Th-thank you, Master." Lily blushed faintly and thanked him in a small voice. She took the plate and began eating in small but rapid bites.

Mo Wang patted Lily on the head.

Just look how hungry the poor kid was. Had she not been eating properly at Chaldea lately?

Just then, Mo Wang felt a chill run down his back. The cold killing intent made the hairs on his neck stand up.

He spun around. At some point, Artoria and Black Saber had stopped eating. Both were staring at him—or, more precisely, at the hand that had just patted Lily's head.

The chopsticks in Artoria's hand had bent slightly under her grip. Her expression shifted, a storm gathering in her eyes.

She drew a deep breath, her voice cold enough to freeze the air. "Master, even when I was young and knew nothing of the world, seeking to be petted so... so shamelessly would have been unbecoming."

Crack!

Beside her, Black Saber bit straight through a thick animal bone. The snap rang out sharply. She tossed the broken bone aside, her black armor rising and falling with her suppressed anger. With a scornful laugh, she fixed her displeased crimson eyes on Mo Wang. "Hmph. Exactly. Even if she is my younger self, that behavior is infuriating. Master, couldn't you make your favoritism a little less obvious?"

The pressure from both kings hit Mo Wang at once, and he felt a headache coming on.

He rubbed his forehead and lamented inwardly: So this is what happens when you have too many Artorias in one place? It turns into a full-blown disaster?

But it was not over yet.

"How...