"Good morning, everyone."
With the first rays of morning sunlight streaming in, Arthur descended the stairs, still feeling the lingering dizziness from last night. Who would've thought that the wine called Drunken Truth was that potent?
"Good morning."
Arthur replied casually, but then froze. Wait a second—was that Gilgamesh who just greeted him?
"What's with that look in your eyes?" Gilgamesh glanced at Arthur with her usual air of superiority and disdain. "Is it so strange that a king would greet you?"
"I-I'm flattered," Arthur muttered.
"Then accept it with gratitude," Gilgamesh said plainly, sipping her tea with elegance.
"Your words… are still as irritating as ever," Arthur sighed, shaking his head. He eyed Gilgamesh, who was calmly having breakfast across the table.
But something felt… different today.
"Speaking of yesterday—"
"Nothing happened yesterday. Let's just eat." Gilgamesh cut him off, a little too quickly. The sudden shift in tone was suspicious.
Arthur raised a brow. That sounded way more awkward than it should've.
Of course, Arthur had no idea that the Gilgamesh in front of him wasn't the typical golden tyrant of legend—just someone feeling a tinge of post-drunken embarrassment. A common occurrence after a night of overindulgence.
Gilgamesh, on the other hand, was mentally cursing herself. Why did this fool bring up yesterday again?! Doesn't he know how humiliating that was?!
Choosing silence, Arthur lowered his head and focused on his food.
Once breakfast was done, Arthur stretched, ready to step out. But just as he was about to leave, a soft voice called out behind him.
"Um… Arthur, are we… friends?"
Arthur turned, surprised.
Gilgamesh had spoken those words almost like a whisper—so quiet that only his enhanced Heroic Spirit hearing picked it up.
Wait… Gilgamesh? Embarrassed?
Arthur blinked. Could it be… this king, who usually treats everyone like ants, was feeling self-conscious? Maybe it was because he's only ever had one friend before. His emotional intelligence must be near rock bottom. Still, it was kind of endearing.
"Of course!" Arthur said without hesitation. "Otherwise, who would drink with you?"
That single line—so casual, so natural—struck deeper than Arthur realized. Gilgamesh's heart, so often untouched by kindness, warmed.
"Thank you." The King of Heroes smiled—a rare, genuine smile.
Arthur looked away awkwardly. Ugh, that smile is making me uncomfortable.
"Since we're friends now," Arthur said suddenly, "why don't we go out together?"
"Go out?"
"Yes. Shopping."
Arthur, the eternal lazybones, wanted to go shopping? Shocking. But then again, both Lancelot and Bedivere were out on errands. He had nothing to do. Plus, seeing Gilgamesh still dressed in ancient armor made Arthur itch for a change. This was the perfect excuse to modernize him.
"…Fine," Gilgamesh nodded after a moment of thought. Consider it a reward for acknowledging me as a friend, she told herself.
And so, the two walked into the city.
Unsurprisingly, they drew attention everywhere they went—not because of their fame, but because of their stunning looks. Two handsome young men walking side by side? That's bound to turn heads.
"Tch. These insects dare to look at me like that?" Gilgamesh narrowed her eyes.
"Gilgamesh! Don't you dare!" Arthur quickly grabbed her arm.
"What is it now?!"
"Why are you so pissed off?" Arthur gestured around. "Look, they're clearly admiring you more than me."
Gilgamesh looked around. Indeed, most of the stares were directed at her—gaze filled with awe, not mockery.
"Hmph. Seems these mongrels still possess some semblance of aesthetic sense. I shall forgive them—for now."
"…narssaccist," Arthur muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
Arthur quickly pulled Gilgamesh along before she exploded.
After walking around for a while, Arthur noticed that Gilgamesh had gradually relaxed. Even if Heroic Spirits were born of legend and filled with knowledge, experiencing the world firsthand was different.
"I'm surprised I haven't gone mad spending time with you," Arthur commented.
"…What did you just say?"
"Nothing important."
Arthur turned away innocently, but Gilgamesh narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"That face… you definitely said something rude."
"I only said that if you didn't go mad today, that would be interesting. At the very least… this outfit suits you."
"…"
Gilgamesh clenched her fist, resisting the overwhelming urge to punch him in the face.
"Do I look strange?"
"No, you look great. Honestly, you're very handsome."
"Hmm… you have good taste," Gilgamesh said, clearly satisfied.
Arthur had chosen a white formal suit for Gilgamesh—sharp, tailored, and stylish. It complimented Gilgamesh's golden hair and striking features, making heads turn wherever she went.
"But hey, what's that in your hand?" Arthur pointed to a paper bag that Gilgamesh was trying to hide.
"…Nothing," Gilgamesh said quickly, stuffing it behind her back.
Arthur reached to snatch it, but just then, a gentle voice interrupted them.
"Excuse me, may I pass through?"
Arthur and Gilgamesh both turned. Arthur's eyes widened.
"…Another you?" Gilgamesh muttered with a curious look, then smirked at Arthur.
But Arthur was frozen in place.
That outfit… that aura…
Jeanne d'Arc.
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