[h2]Mordred[/h2]
Mordred wasn’t the type to follow her Master to school. The Red Knight couldn’t see the point of such places to begin with, not when tutoring would probably yield better results for anyone involved. The mere idea of being crammed in a place like that made her skin crawl. Instead of that, she waited for Seira while spending most of her free time in a nearby park, mostly playing with the local kids. In fact, it didn’t take long after she was summoned for Mordred to be regarded as some sort of cool older sibling by the neighborhood’s youth. By now, she was pretty much the leader of a [i]‘gang’[/i] of prepubescent children. Which was only natural considering that she’s none other than the Great Mordred.

And, just like every day, Mordred parted ways with her followers as soon as it as the time to pick up her Master. The only difference from usual being the fact that Seira’s mood was way more sour than usual. Mordred wouldn’t go out of her way to pry what was clouding the other girl’s mind. Nevertheless, she made sure to put on her best impression of confidence even as they found their way to a convenience store, hoping that it would at least put her Master at ease.

Said impression of pride didn’t last for long. Soon enough, Mordred would be spitting a mouthful of the contents of a soda can that she picked on their way to the counter as soon as she heard the news that everyone was commenting about. “Pfft… Hahaha! So the Knight of the Suck lost to that Four-Eyed Bastard? Why didn’t I go watch this one?” she said while doubling over in laughter. Mordred didn’t want to be insensitive to Seira’s problems but, goddamn, how could she avoid laughing like crazy after listening to something so fun?

In fact, Mordred was laughing so hard that she failed to notice pipsqueak talking with a suspiciously familiar purple-haired guy, a little closer to the counter than she and Seira were.

[h2]Hinami Asakura[/h2]
Even though she had the opportunity to live many luxurious lifetimes before, Hinami had to admit that her [i]‘Servant’s’[/i] choice of housing was on a whole other level. In fact, she disliked the idea of thinking about summoned Heroic Spirits as Servants. She didn’t know if the ones who chose this term were the Einzbern or the Makiri, but it had a definite sour taste to it. The notion of partnership, especially in a situation where the concept of a Holy Grail War is irrelevant, was much more appealing to her. And that’s not even taking into account the fact that there’s no being on the Earth or the Skies that can conceivably enforce the notion of servitude on that man.

“Anyway, ruminating about these topics won’t get anything done,” Hinami said to herself as she made her way to the living room, supposing that that would be the place where she was most likely to find Gilgamesh. And, even if it wasn’t, she was sure that he would be aware of her presence, no matter wherever he’s. “I’m leaving to Fusang City’s University. I’ve received news that an important teacher from the Clock Tower will be arriving soon. I want to see if I can get a meeting with him. If you have any plans for the evening that require my presence, just give me a call,” she said just as if she were talking with a roommate, which wasn’t that far from the truth as far as Hinami was concerned.

Before leaving, she waited for the King of Heroes’ answer. After all, she knew that Gilgamesh always liked to have the last word, letting him have it his way isn’t that bad (most of the time).