[Comprehensive] King's Best Friend

The maintenance of the Chaldea Summoning Room has been completed. In order to compensate for the inconvenience caused to you during the maintenance period, all masters will receive ten Saint Quartz from Da Vinci.

——The above is the latest notification received by each master after the summoning room is repaired.

"Hey, wait! Do I have it too?"

Fujimaru Tachika looked at the Saint Quartz in his hand, and couldn't believe it: "Because it was my Heroic Spirit who destroyed the summoning room, I always feel that I am sorry..."

"One matter is one matter." Olga Marie waved her hand grandly, "The fault of the destruction of the summoning room is another one. This holy crystal belongs to every master, so you can accept it."

Fujimaru Tachika was moved to the point of crying: "Oh, thank you! Director, you are such a good person!"

"What...! Stay away from me, don't hug me without authorization!"

Olga Marie blushed and stared at Matthew who was beside her: "Don't be dazed, come and help me drag this idiot away!"

However, the girl who was gestured to did not respond, the pen in her hand hovered over the folder, dazed in a daze.

Seeing this, Roman, who was sitting in front of the podium eating strawberry cake, turned his eyes from watching the show, and shouted in confusion, "Matthew?"

"...Ah, yes! Is there a new mission?!"

"Well……"

Roman swallowed a mouthful of cake, pointed at the two people who were still arguing with the fork, and frowned at the same time: "Matthew, has something happened? You've been out of shape recently."

"I found this too."

After Fujimaru Tachika was pulled away by Matthew in a hurry, Olga Marie straightened her clothes, and said in a calm and nonchalant manner: "If you have something to say, are you afraid of being bullied if I'm here?"

Fujimaru Tachika was rubbing against the ten holy crystals, and immediately raised her head when she heard the words, as if she remembered something: "Speaking of which, the last time I saw Matthew running away from Lancelot in a panic... ..."

In fact, more than once, to be precise, every time Lancelot was present, Matthew would disappear in seconds.

Fujimaru Tachika always thought that Matthew stayed in Chaldea and hadn't seen outsiders, so she was shy.

"What! Lancelot, the knight in the lake, the one who abducted King Arthur's queen?" Olga Marie showed a vigilant look.

"Well, Director, I don't need the introduction later." Roman twitched his mouth helplessly, turned his head and whispered: "Although it's the truth..."

Olga Marie didn't care so much, she narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone was dangerous: "He bullied you?"

"No, no, it has nothing to do with that knight!"

Mash spoke up almost immediately, a little louder than usual.

After finishing speaking, she realized that her reaction seemed to be a little too extreme, and she became sluggish in an instant, and said confusedly: "Actually, I don't understand. But when I see that person, I can't calm down, and I will have an uncontrollable impulse ..."

Olga Marie: ...No, wait, it can't be! ?

Fujimaru Tachika: ...Could it be? !

The two women looked at each other, and instantly had a guess. For a while, they only felt that there was a thunderbolt.

Olga Marie: "There are so many outstanding male servants, why did you choose a married one..."

Fujimaru Tachika: "If it was Mayne... no, I don't want it anymore. I always feel that Gilgamesh and the Sun King... will definitely die."

"What kind of weird things are you guys brainstorming!"

Roman couldn't bear it and said: "It's clearly not this kind of feeling!"

Roman did not give the two women a chance to refute, and looked directly at Matthew, asking, "What kind of impulse do you have for Lancelot?"

Olga Marie: "Wait, you're asking too bluntly..."

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing to say it." Matthew blushed slightly.

Olga Marie showed a heartbroken look of "as expected", but the next moment, she saw Matthew clenched her fists and waved her arms.

Then, he said distressedly: "As soon as I saw him, I felt that I should hold something in my hand—round, huge, hard, powerful..."

Roman smiled and guided: "Then?"

Matthew pursed her lips shyly: "Then, swing it up and hit him in the face."

Olga Marie/Fujimaru Tateka: "..."

Matthew: "I'm really sorry. I mean, because that man always puts on an unbearably stupid look, if there is any weapon in his hand, it should be very easy to throw it at his face." Excuse me... Ah, I'm sorry, I seem to have said something strange again..."

The girl's confused look is in stark contrast to the violence in her words.

Roman rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "There is such a thing."

Olga Marie and Fujimaru Tachika silently swallowed, and dawdled to the side for a while, expressing a little understanding of Matthew's abnormality, but more doubts.

——Exactly, why?

This same doubt, on the other side of Chaldea, is also bothering the heroic spirit who is known as the knight of the lake.

Speaking of which, Lancelot has been in Chaldea for a while. Although not every employee may know each other, Matthew, a little girl who seems to run away when she sees him, has more or less left an impression on him.

Always feel a little concerned.

Did he offend the other party somewhere?

After all, this is not Camelot, there are many things to consider in Chaldea.If it's just about one person, that's fine. I just hope that this private person's grievances and dislikes don't involve the Knights of the Round Table.

"Mr. Lancelot, although I don't want to interrupt your meditation, but..." Tristan, who was sitting on the left, sighed: "You have already expressed all the thoughts in your heart."

Lancelot: "...Huh!?"

This is an ordinary meeting room in Chaldea. The Knights of the Round Table are sitting in a circle around the table, giving their weekly work report.

Of course, since there is actually no work required to maintain Camelot's operation, it can also be understood as a tea party to exchange feelings.

"Really, seeing how messed up you have been these days, I thought something terrible had happened."

Mordred rested his head in one hand, and scoffed disdainfully: "It turned out to be 'offended'? Do you think you have offended Galahad enough, that's bad."

"This is the Round Table Council, Sir Mordred, please correct your posture."

Gawain corrected the boy's sitting posture with a serious face, and then looked at the knight in the lake with disapproval: "Mr. Lancelot, next time, please handle the parent-child relationship privately. It would be disqualifying to interfere with official duties."

"Don't be so serious, Gawain."

The sudden voice made the Sun Knight look sideways, and it was Mayne who was sitting next to King Arthur who was speaking.

Like this kind of meeting, Mayne would attend such a meeting without exception, and this time was of course no exception.

"The relationship between father and son has always been a big problem. At this time, only those who feel the same deeply have the right to speak, right Al?"

"……teacher."

The king who was named sighed helplessly. Even though he knew the evil in the words, he couldn't get angry with the heroic spirit anyway. He could only glance at Mordred who was a little further away with a subtle expression.

But the moment the young knight met his eyes, he snapped his helmet on with a bang, leaving behind only his cold mask.

Arthur: ... This brat is spoiled by the teacher and becomes more and more lawless!

Mayne nodded his fingertips, as expected: "Look, it's not easy to deal with."

Gawain twitched the corner of his mouth: "This..."

"This is the blood relationship, bound by the bound, doomed to be unable to get rid of." Tristan shook his head and sighed, his expression became more sad.

"No, no, wait, Zhu Qing, please wait a moment..."

This time it was Lancelot himself who spoke suddenly.

This great heroic spirit, known as the Knight of the Lake, still had a sluggish face that hadn't faded away.

Because this group of colleagues seemed to have said something quite extraordinary in a homely tone just now.

The amount of information is so large that he once felt that his brain was not enough.

So much so that at this moment, Lancelot still felt that he was talking like a dream, which was very awkward: "You mean, that girl..."

"Her name is Matthew." Mayne added sweetly.

"... Matthew, she is, she is mine..."

"Your son!"

Mordred said impatiently and viciously through the mask: "I didn't expect that now, you still don't know that she is Galahad. Is your nose just a decoration!"

Mordred represents himself, the one that smells the best must be Mayne, the one that smells the most pungent must be King Arthur, the one that smells the most disgusting must be Gawain's mashed potatoes, and the one that smells the most bland That must be Galahad.

If I have to describe it, Galahad is probably boiled water with a strong sense of presence, and Mash's breath is exactly the same.

"But, but, that child is not a girl—! Girl, girl, girl..."

Lancelot covered his heart with one hand, shaking his body as if he had been severely injured.

"Mash is indeed a girl, but she did inherit Galahad's Noble Phantasm and Spirit Base."

Mayne glanced at the knight lightly: "You can see her and Galahad separately, or you can see them as one, but please don't evade this fact, Sir Lancelot."

Mayne didn't dislike Galahad, he always remembered that young man who was always silently listed among the knights of the round table, acted crisply, and fulfilled his duties.

But compared to Mordred, who is also from the same generation, the relationship between Mayne and Galahad is not very close. It does not mean that the other party is not good enough or perfect, on the contrary, it is precisely because the other party is too perfect——

She is more transparent than anyone else, taciturn, firm and stubborn, but also has no desires or desires...

Galahad once reminded him of a certain king of Israel, so that for a long time, Mayne couldn't help but want to beat this boy up.

Lancelot didn't know what Mayne was thinking, and he was distressed about how to deal with this matter.

It is true that Lancelot is an indomitable warrior on the battlefield, but once it involves feelings (not limited to family affection), it can only wipe away bitter tears, and it is full of bad debts.

"How about telling Matthew about this first?"

Seeing that the knight was still struggling, Mayne said, "She probably doesn't know yet, so you can tell it yourself."

Lancelot: "Eh? What, what?... Me?"

"Otherwise." Mordred snorted, "We are not Galahad's father."

Lancelot: "But..."

But his relationship with Galahad is not good, there is a high probability that he will be beaten by his son (daughter?)!

"I agree with what the teacher said." Arthur looked at the bewildered knight, and said earnestly: "Mash has the right to know about this, father and son should be more frank..."

Mordred: "Ha!"

Arthur: "..."

Gao Wen opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ease Wang's embarrassment, but when he thought of his stiff relationship with his mother Morgan, he closed his mouth consciously.

Well, this one is also a bad account.

Mayne looked at the knights of the round table who had fallen into autism, and finally confirmed one thing——

Parent-child relationship, the enemy of the round table for life.

The author has something to say: I finished the exam! ! !

Mordred: My father...

Arthur: My son...

Lancelot: My daughter...

Gao Wen: My mother...

Hey!

Knights of the round table cosmic problem - on how to deal with parent-child relationship.