[center][h2]Mordred[/h2][/center]
For a moment, Mordred's words faltered her. As she grasped for what to say, Lancelot went ahead and spoke. His voice and demeanor were nothing like what she remembers from the last time they met, not long before the black knight's flight along with Guinevere. All the time up to this day, Mordred had to wonder what would have happened if this man had stayed in Camelot? Not only him but Tristan as well. How would their story have ended if the Knights of the Round Table never disbanded and the tragedy that followed it never happened?

[i]"Hmm, hmm, worrying about the past won't change anything. That much I know already,"[/i] she thought, shaking her head to dispel any further doubts, as the Knight of the Lake fell silent once more.

"Fath-- I mean, King Arthur," Mordred said, steadying her voice as she brought a hand to her chest, a habit that she had unconsciously acquired from her father. "I'll not ask you to forgive me for what I have done. The Kingdom you fought for was brought to ruin not because King couldn't understand the hearts of others, but because we couldn't understand yours. Just like Sir Lancelot said, you were a flawless king. I'm sure that all of our other comrades, wherever and whenever they are, share this same feeling. I understand now that I would never be able to endure the wish I asked for in that bloody hill."

"So, I beg of you, allow me to serve you once again. I may be a Servant now, but if I cannot have your blessing... I'll never be able to call myself a Knight of the Round Table, and the proud son of King Arthur ever again," Mordred lowered her head as she finished her plea. She couldn't bring herself to kneel before her father even if that was her first instinct. As a Servant now, she had an oath first to Seria and then to her King. Even if the latter would accept her back, that didn't mean her loyalty towards her current Master would change. Any knight that was capable of switching sides like this wasn't deserving of their title, after all.

[center][h2]Othis[/h2][/center]
"Hmm, I sure believe it if you are saying so," Othis replied to Holmes in her usual deadpan tone. "But sometimes, I can feel like I really empathize with Doctor Watson's plight. Being your partner is certainly very... exciting," she said-- without a trace of anything that even resembled excitement in her voice.

"I just have a few more routine tests to run, but they can wait until later. I'll do that through the night," Othis said, replying to her partner's question about her plans for the next few hours. "Why don't we walk around and see what we can find? I'm sure that, in a city like this, there is no shortage of cases that would require the assistance of the World's Greatest Detective," she added. In fact, accompanying Holmes whenever she wasn't doing her own work had become a habit of Othis and, no doubt, Holmes would also know of her late-night hobby of writing about whatever they would come across.

Maybe, once she got enough material, Othis could bring the stories of Sherlock Holmes to a new era?

"By the way, I heard that they are finishing the most recent expansion of the London based district after a mysterious knight won a tournament that would decide which district was going to be the next one expanded in their favor. According to the blueprints uploaded to the city's network, it seems that there's a place you'll probably want to check," the silver-haired mage said, basically admitting that she had been snooping around the city's archives, as she produced a holographic screen projecting the number of a certain address that her detective friend was sure to be well acquainted with.

[center][h2]Hinami Asakura[/h2][/center]
"Ahh, yes. The last thing that I would call that is a Master and Servant relationship," Hinami replied to Gray after placing her own order which was a lot more loaded -- and spicier -- than the dish ordered by the hooded girl before her. However, since her companion wasn't in the mood for drinking, Hinami complimented her order with just some tea for the two of them.

"I suppose that I can say that it has been alright so far. For someone who can be considered the world's oldest playboy, Gilgamesh is rather... tame, I guess? At least until something picks her attention, then he becomes as unstoppable as a juggernaut," the dark-haired mage said without a hint of shame or fear in her voice. "Now that I think about it, I wonder if he does have any [i]literal[/i] ones in his treasury?" she added, thinking out loud.

"Either way, there's one thing I'm sure of. I'm certainly thankful for him even if he doesn't know about it. After all, it's only thanks to Gilgamesh that I'm able to settle here and not have to worry with the Association trying to dissect me like a lab rat," Hinami added in a sincere tone. "I mean, it's not because I can't die that it means that I can't be killed as well. And, I'm not looking forward to knowing the truth about this one," she jested, despite the gravity of having a Sealing Designation targetted towards her.

"But, so much for this digression. If you want some tips for the future, I guess that there's something I can tell you. Try to impose yourself. By the looks of it, you have a hectic future ahead of yourself and, it's in situations like that you need to remember that, ever since the ancient past, all men always seek us when they need stability. as long as you remember to not let yourself be dragged along in their crazy stunts, you should be alright."

"By the way, aren't you going to order anything for your friend?" Hinami said, pointing to Add.