[h2]Mordred[/h2]
“Oh heck,” Mordred said after she realized what she did by being careless about her surroundings. If this were any other circumstance, she would expect the guy she spat on to try fight back and then they could solve this issue with their fists. However, the bitter look in the guy’s eyes as he turned made Mordred recall something she didn’t want to be reminded of. This guy was just like them — the people who betrayed her father not because they wanted to change the system like Mordred, but rather because they were bitter and hateful towards the world itself.

“Sure, right,” the blonde knight replied to her Master, lightly shaking her head to dispel the frown that had found its way to her face. “It was my bad, kid. Here, take this,” she said as she reached into one of her pockets and offered him a surprisingly feminine looking handkerchief that didn’t look like it belonged to a rebel like Mordred. “If there’s anything I can do just tell me—”

Before she could finish her last sentence, a voice coming from a little behind the boy caught her attention. Who in the name of her Father would call her Majesty? Much less say that they had a meeting scheduled for later. It was only after she looked up and saw [i]who[/i] was standing before her that Mordred connected the dots. Of course Sir Perfect would be here in this city as well, wouldn’t he?

After taking a moment to get a hold of herself and avoid another potentially damaging outburst, Mordred put on her best confident grin and said, “I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Knight of the Looks, but the King you are looking for is in another castle.” A moment later, a crackle of crimson lightning flashed inside the store as Mordred summoned Clarent, resting its still sparkling blade on her shoulder in a relaxed way. She wasn’t trying to look threatening to anyone around her but if she had to let these bunch of randoms know who she was, she might as well do it with style… right?

[h2]Hinami Asakura[/h2]
Well, that was unexpected. Gilgamesh taking an interest in her actions was already rare; he doing so when it was a perfectly mundane matter was doubly so. Hinami couldn’t help but feel curious about his reasons, but questioning this man’s whims was all but pointless so she just let the question go unspoken.

“It’s Lord El-Meloi II,” she answered after a short pause. “He's a very progressive figure in the ranks of the association who rose to prominence after being the sole survivor of a previous Holy Grail War. His real name is Waver Velvet if I’m not wrong,” she concluded, adding a bit of context to go with the name.