[h2]Gilgamesh[/h2]

"Then you have until the morning to plan how to use our capabilities," the golden king confidently stated, finishing off the glass and waiting expectantly for another, "I expect that you will refrain from sullying my city over much."

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[h2]Laetitia and Lancelot[/h2]

Much the same memories were replaying in Lancelot's mind, the guilt of having escaped punishment before conflicting with the guilt of forcing the king into punishing him... but he was the Knight of the Lake. He wouldn't shy away from awkward social interactions; if that was the case he would most likely have to exile himself to an even more remote island so as to avoid any possibility of meeting the other knights.

"I... apologise for the mistakes of that war. In my madness I could never explain why I sought out that punishment, nor thank you. But, I can say with certainty..." a moment's hesitation spent looking at Mordred. Mordred was a traitor, but before that, a Knight of the Round Table as well, "You were the greatest of kings. All who served you felt the same way."

Now [i]hopefully[/i] Mordred wouldn't start an argument about that, as then there would be no guarantee of avoiding a fight here...

Laetitia decided to restrict herself merely to closely examining Mordred and her Master. If Saber--or rather, her Saber, out of the selection of three that had come along--needed her to say or do anything, it would doubtless be more apparent. But for now, intruding upon the knights' talk... well, she valued her head.