[h2]Sir Lancelot[/h2]

"Sir Bedivere... no, I don't believe that he knew. Aside from myself and the wizard, only those who could be described as the king's immediate family were aware of the truth," Lancelot stated, thinking. Obviously, especially with the advantage of hindsight, it would have been impossible for Merlin to arrange everything without having known the truth from the beginning. And the definition of [i]immediate[/i] family managed to include even Mordred. "But... don't make things harder for Tristan's Master. He's going to be sad enough already..."

The knight turned slightly to look at Mordred's Master, doing his best to ignore the barb about charming women. That was hardly his intention... and it was somewhat amusing to see that somehow, a Master even smaller than the rebellious knight had been the one to summon her. No doubt Mordred had gotten some amusement out of [i]that[/i] advantage.

"It is good to meet you, Miss Kobayashi. If you might excuse me, I need to pay for these and deliver them?"

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[h2]Gilgamesh[/h2]

Quite possibly his Master had dropped behind for a few moments to give Waver a warning that he was on his way. If that was the case, the King would allow it; this would be better than Lord El-Melloi making a fool out of himself. He would even be generous enough to grant a few seconds more of warning himself: as Gilgamesh drew closer to the office, there was the unmistakeable but soft sound of metal armour, before a golden figure stepped through into the office, crimson gaze fixed on Waver Velvet--waiting for a response.