Standing before him was a blonde, green-eyed tomboy.
With a messy mop of blonde hair, a face as sharp as a knife, and green eyes, her school uniform tie was loose, and her chest slightly protruded, revealing a beautiful curve with the unique youthful texture of a girl.
Gawain pulled her out as if solving a problem.
“This is Mordred from our Round Table club.
If you don’t mind, take her with you.
It would be a huge help to me.”
Gawain, the Sun Knight, who was always polite, seemed very rude when introducing Mordred.
It was clear that he genuinely disliked her.
However, upon closer thought, among the entire Knights of the Round Table, few could be polite to Mordred, and vice versa.
“Tsk, what’s with your attitude?” Mordred, who was pulled out, said angrily, revealing fierce-looking fangs.
“Throwing me out like trash, you scoundrel Gawain!”
“Haha, to correct you, when I throw out trash, I just wrap it in a plastic bag and throw it into the trash can.” Gawain said with a forced smile, “And you, Mordred, dealing with you is much more troublesome than dealing with trash.
Eikou is a friend of Mother and me.
If you really want to contribute, go help him.
Consider it your social training.”
“What do you mean ‘social training’?
Are you treating me like a beast, hey Gawain, is this how you ask for help?!”
Slap!
Gawain closed the club door without a word.
Mordred cursed at the closed door of the Round Table club for a few moments, then rubbed the back of her head, annoyed, before turning to look at Eikou.
Her appearance resembled Artoria, but she gave off a somewhat rough impression.
If Artoria Pendragon was a majestic yet feline lion, Mordred felt more like a cute but wild stray cat.
If Eikou had to describe his first impression, it would be a summer flower full of thorns.
Breaking the Ice
“Are you…
that guy?
The one who’s been hanging out with Gawain and Tristan recently?
What was your name again…” Mordred thought for a moment.
“Are you Tsuburaya?”
“That’s a ultraman company.
Hint: my surname is Mochizuki.”
“Ah, so, your name is Mochizuki Ryoji, right?”
“Uh, uh…
that’s a character from megami tensei.
Alright, just call me c.”
“Huh?
So your full name is Mochizuki Mochizuki?”
“Your Intuition is too strong!
Mochizuki and Eikou, you accurately put it together.
This Intuition has already broken through dimensions, Sugoi!” Eikou was greatly surprised.
“You’re wasting your talent in the Round Table club.”
“Although I don’t quite understand what you mean, you must be praising me.
You have some discernment, much better than those guys like Gawain.”
Mordred’s mood immediately brightened.
“So you’re going to work at Enma-tei, right?
I can go with you if you want.”
“Uh…
I won’t trouble you.
I can go alone…”
“What’s with that subtle tone?
What do you mean?
Are you treating me as a troublesome character like Gawain?
If you have complaints, just say them directly!”
Eikou thought, your agitated reaction already proves you’re troublesome, doesn’t it?
“No such thing,” he said with a hint of genuine sincerity.
“It’s just that accompanying such a cute and beautiful girl makes me a little shy.”
[Skill Activated: High-Speed Divine Words A!]
The dice rolled.
[Modifier: Because you didn’t sleep well all night, your “High-Speed Divine Words A” was downgraded to “High-Speed Divine Words B.”]
[Result: Failed.]
[Your sweet words did not have the desired effect.]
Whoosh!
Mordred suddenly grabbed his tie and pulled him close, Eikou’s face suddenly very near her valiant one.
“What’s your deal, kid?
I’m a knight, after all.
Are you making a fool of me?”
“Then should I address you as sir?”
“Alright, I’ve decided to kill you!”
“Why are you so super sensitive?
The honorific for a knight is ‘Sir,’ okay?
Don’t kill me, kill Tristan and Gawain instead.
They’re the ones who led me astray.
You can kill them however many times you want.”
You can’t treat her like a girl, nor can you treat her like a man.
Getting along should be simple, right?
Eikou sighed silently in his heart.
Gawain really pushed an incredible trouble onto him…
At 6:00 PM, you and Mordred went to Enma-tei.
Because your Strength was up to par, and you had the Human Body Understanding skill, you easily got the job as a VIP room masseur.
Although Mordred’s attitude wasn’t great, she still carried out her task, watching over your safety like a bodyguard nearby.
Enma-tei, VIP room.
Eikou had taken off his suit uniform and changed into the staff uniform.
Mordred squatted on the steps nearby, one hand in her pocket, the long fingers of her other hand idly tapping the stair railing, looking very much like a delinquent girl.
“I thought you were going to work too, but I guess you really just came to watch over me,” Eikou said.
“What’s wrong with that?” Mordred pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
“I’ve wanted to go outside for a while, and no one cares if I smoke here.”
“Don’t smoke in the guest’s VIP room.
There’s a smoking room right next door.”
“Mind your own business.” Mordred said with a rebellious tone.
Eikou actually somewhat understood her feelings, like being assigned an unwelcome homework by a parent.
“Sigh, I’m sorry to have dragged you into this.
How about this, Mordred, I’ll buy you a good pack of cigarettes after I get off work.”
“Really?” She widened her emerald eyes, scrutinizing him with a suspicious gaze.
“I thought you’d be as rigid as a goody-two-shoes like Gawain, saying things like smoking is bad for your health, or it goes against the spirit of the Knights of the Round Table, and so on.”
Eikou snapped his fingers: “I respect what others like.”
“Oh?”
“What’s so strange about it?
Tristan likes married women, Elizabeth’s singing can blast people away.
Which of their hobbies isn’t weirder and more harmful than yours?
There are so many strange hobbies among the Heroic Spirits at our school, you just have to learn to respect them.”
“Hmph,” Mordred snorted softly, lighting her cigarette.
“So what are your hobbies?”
He thought for a moment: “Nothing I particularly like.
Playing games and sleeping in, I guess.”
“Everyone likes comfort and enjoyment!
Can you say something different?”