[Emiya Meal] Sister's Talk Room
"Although you should already know me, this is our first meeting, Lord Lancelot."
This Lancelot did not receive the blessing she bestowed.
After observing the Servants he had summoned, Morgan came to this conclusion.
After confirming that the magic connection was successfully established, Lancelot officially became her higher-ranking familiar (Lancelot: !?).
Morgan considered herself to be quite good to her (crossed out) possessions (crossed out) her own people, and as long as Lancelot behaved himself, she had no intention of making things difficult for him.
"Is that so... Then, may I ask what Your Highness Morgan's orders are?" Lancelot, who was hailed as the strongest knight, seemed not to have grasped the situation yet. He first glanced at Artoria before seriously asking his master.
"The reason I summoned you down from the Throne of Heroes is naturally because I need your assistance, which is to be Arthur's sparring partner."
After saying that, Morgan glanced up and down at Lancelot, who was wrapped in layers of armor, then looked at his younger sister, who was wearing a light dress, and thought that he should add a few sets of men's clothes to the new clothes he wanted to buy.
-- It's rare to find a Master as thoughtful and considerate as her.
While Morgan pondered what outfits to prepare for Lancelot and imagined Artoria in different attire, King Arthur and his knights had finished their pleasantries and exchanged several blows.
Seeing the increasingly radiant expressions of the two immersing themselves in their practice, Morgan felt a slight sense of crisis rising within him, but he quickly dispelled the inexplicable emotion with his own hands.
No matter how much King Arthur cares for and cherishes his subordinates, as long as she remains "Morgan," King Arthur cannot possibly be indifferent to her.
This is both a bond and a curse.
Therefore, rather than causing trouble and worsening their relationship, it's better to build a positive impression in Artoria's mind.
The intelligent British princess devised a course of action for the future.
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The two knights' sword sparring continued until the students finished class and went home, accompanied by a vibrant young woman.
"Shirou, the house is so lively now."
The woman—Fujimura Taiga—stared blankly at Artoria standing in the entrance hall, and Morgan and Lancelot behind her.
Faced with Fujimura Taiga's pointed remark, Emiya Shirou quickly explained the relationship between Saber and the silver-haired woman: "Ms. Morgan is Saber's older sister. She came to Fuyuki yesterday because she was concerned about her younger sister's condition."
"Oh—" Fujimura Taiga's gaze shifted to the figure to Morgan's right rear. "So, who is this gentleman?"
"I am Lancelot." The Knight of the Lake bowed, a few stray hairs falling across his forehead and brushing against his straight, high nose.
Before Morgan could change Lancelot into modern clothes, he temporarily covered him with an illusion, so that to others he would appear in a sharp suit. The Knight of the Lake's demeanor, combined with his handsome face, immediately made Fujimura Taiga blush.
"Oh... I see. My name is Fujimura Taiga, and I am Shirou's guardian and teacher. Nice to meet you, Miss Morgan and Mr. Lancelot."
For modern people, the concept of a hero is too distant, or even just a character in a story, so they don't immediately associate it with the legend of King Arthur.
Moreover, it is common for foreigners to share the same name, and even today there are still people who share the same name as historical figures.
Observing Morgan's demeanor and the respect in Lancelot's eyes, Fujimura Taiga imagined a scenario between the young lady and her bodyguard.
After exchanging greetings, the group moved to the restaurant. While Chef Emiya put on his apron and prepared the ingredients, the rest of the group chatted around the table while waiting for the food to be served.
"So Saber has such a beautiful older sister."
Upon hearing this, Shirou Emiya couldn't help but remark, "Fujiwara-nee... that line sounds too much like a pickup line."
"Shirou, it's only natural to appreciate beautiful people and things! As for me, Fujiwara-nee, I just want to get along well with Ms. Morgan, after all, we're both 'older sisters'~"
"Ms. Morgan and Ms. Teng are on different levels, in every sense of the word."
"Waaah... Shirou was cuter when he was little. He always followed me around calling me 'Fuji-nee~ Fuji-nee~' and he wasn't so disrespectful. I miss that well-behaved little Shirou."
"Wh...ah, was that a memory from a dream?"
"That's too much! To prove my point, let's look through the photo album! Miss Morgan would be interested, wouldn't she?"
"What a pity, it was already put into storage when we cleaned last time."
"What!"
Morgan listened with great interest to the banter between Shirou Emiya and Taiga Fujimura, and when Sakura Matou handed him tea, he casually placed it in front of Artoria.
On the other hand, she did not forget to respond to what Fujimura Taiga said, "Now that you mention it, I do have a lot to ask Fujimura, because for some reason Al...Saber and I are often apart and have very few opportunities to spend time together."
Something seemed to have struck a nerve with Fujimura Taiga. The short-haired woman, who had been bickering with Emiya Shirou, paused for a moment, then, at Matou Sakura's call, confidently declared, "Yeah, I've got it covered!"
Tonight's dinner is cold buckwheat noodles with tempura, and pickled vegetables made with plum juice, which is refreshing and also provides balanced nutrition.
Although it would allow Lancelot to become a spirit, considering all possible future situations, it would make it easier for him to move around afterward, but it would mean preparing food for one more person.
The Knight of the Round Table hesitated when he first saw Japanese food, until Shirou Emiya handed him and Morgan forks, saying, "Sorry, foreigners aren't used to chopsticks, are they?"
"Thank you very much, Mr. Emiya."
"Thank you, Shirou."
Lancelot readily accepted the relatively familiar tableware and solemnly enjoyed the exquisite meal, while Morgan postponed his plan to have Artoria teach him how to use chopsticks.
At the Emiya family's dining table, there was no rule against talking while eating. In the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, Fujimura Taiga, who had just been bickering with Emiya Shirou, ate heartily without any politeness. The former reminded him that there were still some ingredients left while placing a water glass next to the latter.
Sakura Matou, who was standing nearby, asked Rider for his thoughts, and then gently introduced the food on Lancelot's plate. The purple-haired knight listened with a gentle expression, feeling this thoughtfulness.
This harmonious dining scene was quite novel to Morgan. Aristocratic etiquette was full of self-restraint regarding their status, and therefore there were many requirements for "elegance" in personal behavior, let alone royalty.
Morgan glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of Artoria's satisfied expression as she picked up a piece of tempura and put it in her mouth, seemingly savoring a heavenly delicacy.
That was an expression she had never seen before.
The word "joy" alone is insufficient to describe it, and "happiness" is too general.
Like ripples on a summer lake surface stirred by a gentle breeze.
When she tried to hold it in her palm, it leaked from between her fingers, the falling water droplets stringing together dazzling, illusory points of light.
It's so captivating that you can't help but be drawn in.
After a moment's thought, the fried shrimp wrapped in golden batter was placed on Artoria's plate.
The air seemed to quiet down for a moment.
King Arthur stopped eating and looked back at Morgan with a puzzled expression. "Can't you eat?"
"No, it's just that you seem to like it a lot."
Upon hearing Morgan's answer, not only Artoria but also Lancelot widened their eyes. Artoria's expression could be interpreted as flattered, but Lancelot simply couldn't believe it.
Artoria suppressed her surprise and stammered, "It doesn't have to be that much. Hmm—to politely decline would be petty of me. Well then, I won't stand on ceremony... Sister Queen."
Perhaps due to her unease with family ties and goodwill, two blushes rose on Artoria's cheeks.
Seeing this, Lancelot quickly spoke up: "Um... well, mine too..."
"No need for that, Lord Lancelot," King Arthur quickly declined the knight's offer.
—That was close! I almost killed Lord Lancelot with my eyes.
Morgan smiled to himself.
The bloody storm was thus quelled.
After the meal, while Matou Sakura was clearing away the dishes and preparing fruit platters, and Emiya Shirou was helping Lancelot search for a change of clothes, Rider called Artoria out, leaving only Morgan and Fujimura Taiga in the large dining room.
Morgan did not feel offended or manipulated by the current deliberate arrangement, but patiently waited for Fujimura Taiga's question.
"Come to your senses, Saber has been living here for quite some time now. Although Saber has never spoken of her own affairs, both Shirou and I have received a lot of help from her during this time. It's clear she's a good girl, and we've accumulated many memories because of her. What would you like to know, Miss Morgan?"
"Things that make Saber happy, things that bring her peace or joy, or moments that make her smile."
"Hmm—Miss Morgan is a good sister. I thought Miss Morgan came to take Saber back, and I even prepared some things to say to convince you, such as Saber being very happy here. It seems it was all a misunderstanding."
After saying that, Fujimura Taiga shook off her previous heaviness, and the brown-haired woman's lips curled into a bright smile. She finally relaxed completely and even made a joke at the handsome bodyguard.
"My sister has been taken care of by you, Fujimura. But Lancelot isn't a bodyguard, he's..." Morgan trailed off, speechless.
Modern bodyguards are like protectors, but upon closer inspection, putting aside the idea of protectors or guardians, Morgan never had a personal knight.
Even though she possesses top-notch magical skills, has taken control of the British Isles, and is virtually unmatched in strength, as a member of the royal family, she should still have a trusted confidante.
Morgan didn't have time to make a choice, Vivian the fairy didn't need to, and Morgan le Fay never considered this point; all these factors led to this delicate situation.
In any case, her relationship with Lancelot was not that kind of relationship.
In particular, Morgan's ideal personal knight was none other than the silver-clad King of Knights.
"So who are you?"
"...Let's just treat each other like friends."
Lord Lancelot wouldn't mind having more friends, would he?
Although Lancelot's reputation and character were damaged by the elopement, in Morgan's impression, Lancelot was usually reliable and had been instilled with the values of integrity, loyalty and incorruptibility by Vivian. He would not make things difficult for the elderly, weak, women and children. The most womanizing Knight of the Round Table was actually Tristan.
Putting aside the feud between King Arthur and Lancelot (especially since the former seemed to have no intention of holding a grudge), Morgan did not rule out maintaining a good relationship with Lancelot.
As for Lancelot's wishes?
Oh dear, when did I get the misconception that he has the right to refuse? :)
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