"Say... how much longer are you planning to eat here? We should still have some time, considering Manaka will get carried away and make a whole mountain of food again, but I don't have much time to spare."
Roland idly played with the straw in his hand, looking at the table covered in cakes and the orange-haired young man devouring them with a fork in each hand.
Sajyou Manaka's unique identity undoubtedly made Roland's excuse highly convincing. Faced with such a compelling reason, the young man named Romani Archaman could not help coughing a few times, even though he had once possessed eyes that could see through all creation.
But he showed no sign of stopping, merely attacking the desserts before him with even greater greed.
"I can't help it... compared to that imitation body I had as a Heroic Spirit, only as a human can I truly appreciate the wonders of strawberry cake. Sugar really is irresistible. If there were another Holy Grail War, I'd definitely wish for a lifetime supply of strawberry cake!"
"Then in a few years, I can attend your funeral after you eat yourself into an early grave."
Roland mercilessly shattered Romani Archaman's fantasy and shook his head.
"After seeing what you were like before, this is really disillusioning. Can you even call yourself King Solomon?"
"I never wanted to be a king in the first place. Now I'm just an ordinary human called Mr. Roman. You're the ones who let the legends fool you. You even know the inside story, yet you're still so naive. You really are young, Roland."
After winning, Solomon had still chosen the simple wish of becoming human, relinquishing everything from his past to gain a place in the present world as a free human being.
Rather than that image