Artoria's story was as follows.
She wandered in search of me, crossing through this worldline destabilized by the Incineration of Humanity, passing through a divine seat akin to a Heroic Spirit's Throne. She realized that the first singularity I would come to was Rome, and so she used the Holy Lance to establish Camelot in none other than Britain.
And she noticed signs of Nero's transformation into a beast... but not knowing what choice I would make, she first summoned the Knights of the Round Table to secure her. The mage Merlin and the 13th seat Galahad were excluded, summoning the Knights of the Round Table along with reserves like Bors and supervisor Pellinore, totaling 13. Artoria prioritized sending the Round Table to secure Nero while she guarded the castle...
Then, there were conflicts with the Emperor Alliance Army, and in the decisive battle against their ultimate weapon, she lost several of the Round Table, it is said.
Even with the Gifts, the opponent was that strong.
"The Founding King, Romulus. And the Destroyer King, Altera. I lost many to those two."
Rome, after all, it's only natural that Rome's founder and Rome's destroyer are strong. It's no wonder that several Gifted Round Table members died.
Just take the human Romulus alone; he is a great hero among great heroes, acknowledged by Ozymandias and comparable to Karna. He's underestimated in FGO, but... Altera goes without saying. The sword she uses is the sword of the war god Mars. As the Great King of the Huns who destroyed the Western Roman Empire, her combat power is fitting.
"I see... But, it's fine now. Since I've come. On the way, I defeated many of the Emperor Alliance Army. There's no problem."
"Is that so. As expected, Fergus. Just having you here like this is reassuring."
Still, saying that, won't the Round Table feel slighted...?
"By the way, Mordred. Aren't you going to greet your father, no, mother now that she's here?"
"Who would acknowledge that!!!"
Mordred burst out, kicking the door open and running out.
"Mordred! I'll bring her back!"
Her older sister Gareth went to fetch her, and Gawain sighed while watching such Mordred. The eldest son's anguish, perhaps...
"... Your Majesty. I will prepare a room."
"No need, Agravain. You can use my bedroom."
"Is that so..."
"I know what you're thinking. However, Fergus is different from Guinevere. Isn't that right, Sir Lancelot?"
"Ahem... I trust Your Majesty's judgment."
At the chilling and cold smile, Lancelot coughed awkwardly and averted his gaze. If it were Arthur in the Arthur worldline, that guy would have to commit seppuku immediately. Thankfully, since there was no love between them, it's just as well...
"... Understood."
Agravain seems to dislike me. Well, from his perspective, being summoned after death and suddenly the king boasting about having a young husband... with Agravain's personality, he'd want to take poison.
"Have you eaten, Fergus?"
"No, not yet."
"Then we should prepare a meal..."
"In that case, I will immediately go outside and get a Gazer──"
"No, Sir Bedivere. I appreciate the thought, but please refrain for now..."
If it's Gazer, does he mean that eye monster? Artoria refused, and Bedivere looked sullen.
"You must be tired... May I ask for your cooking?"
"Really, can't you live without my food? Wait a moment. Right here! I'll make it for you."
I immediately created a kitchen, summoned ingredients, slaughtered them on the spot, and started cooking right away. Gawain was a vegan, right? A vegan with those muscles, he must have a huge appetite. No, was he not strictly vegan and ate fish? Anyway, I'll make potato salad for him.
Sizzle! Splatter!
Right away, I put in the meat and stir-fried it in a Chinese wok. Tonight's menu is Mongolian beef. An American-style Chinese dish, stir-frying beef like frying with sliced onions. It pairs very well with rice, so it's suitable for Artoria who loves rice.
"Here, it's done. Potato salad for you, the vegan."
"Thank you. For considering my dietary preferences..."
"As expected of Fergus... Food this appetizing-looking is after 1500 years... Everyone, sit down. Let's start the meal."
"Wait! I'm here, I came!"
"There's a portion for you too~"
Everyone sat at the table I prepared, and starting with Artoria, they began the meal. Artoria's eyes sparkled as she ate a piece of meat, immediately devouring rice mouthful after mouthful. The other members also ate my cooking, and except for Mordred who had tasted it before, everyone seemed shocked.
"This is, cooking...?"
"My impression of cooking has completely changed... Even I, who was most interested in cooking in the Round Table, am amazed."
Agravain said in surprise, and Percival, the top cook of the Round Table, also admired it. Gareth ate without a word, just devouring it, and Mordred was the same.
"This mashed potato... It's different from what I make. The quality of the potatoes is one thing, but it's so delicious that it makes my mash seem simple. And is this pepper? The finely chopped nuts mixed in are also tasty... I thought my mashed potatoes were everything with care, but..."
"Ah, I am happy... To be able to have such a delicious meal with my king..."
"It's on a level incomparable to my homeland, Frank..."
"To even prepare the ingredients, I can only be grateful."
Everyone seems satisfied. I also sat down and started the meal, and next to me, Nero was quietly eating rice alone.
"Nero, you've got some on your mouth."
"Ah... thank you."
I made a handkerchief and wiped the seasoning from Nero's mouth. Has she become a cute child? She seemed to be avoiding my gaze somewhat. Is it because Artoria is my wife? Might she be a little uncomfortable?
After finishing the meal and cleaning up, since it's night, we decided to sleep. Heading to the rooms, we walk through the corridors of Camelot.
"I'm glad you came... How much trouble I had with Bedivere constantly bringing Gazer..."
"It was hard to refuse when he brought Gazer with such a pure face."
"Haha... Is that so."
Gazer meat... it's edible. Like fugu. Dissecting it is similar to fugu too. It looks like an octopus, though...
"Um, Artoria. What about the room?"
"Shouldn't you just sleep with me?"
"But, Nero is here too?"
"... I see. There's a room over there. Use that one."
"Umu, understood."
Nero headed to the room Artoria indicated without complaint. Is it okay to leave her alone like this... She looks a little lonely...
As I looked at Nero with a concerned gaze, Artoria took my hand and entered the room. Is this the king's bedroom... The bedroom used with Guinevere...
"To keep worrying about other women while I'm here... I'm getting jealous."
"Ah, Artoria...?"
"... It's been 1500 years. All that time, I've been waiting for you, Fergus. And yet, you're going to care about other women over me?"
"Um... I'm a little tired, okay?"
"Don't worry. I'll give you as much magical energy as you need. From my lower half... magical energy juice flows, you know?"
Wait, is it okay to say such things with a straight face...? Artoria, you've grown a lot...
Artoria undid her clothes, revealing her chest. Seeing it directly... it's bigger than Jeanne's.
"Is that so... I'm also tired, so I don't know if I can use my strength properly."
"Fufu... This time, I'll lead you...♡"
And...
30 minutes later.
"Due to 1500 years of frustration, you went down easily..."
Artoria became even more of a mess than before. Well... I think I have a better body now. But, perhaps because she had been pent up for 1500 years, she was defeated too easily. To pass out...
She'll probably wake up by tomorrow morning. Still, I did the aftercare, washed her, and laid her on the bed. Her expression is still dazed...
"... I'll be back for a moment."
Leaving Artoria behind, I went to see Nero. Martial relations are important, but I should also check on her well-being.
Knowing she might be awake, I opened the door and entered...
I made eye contact with Nero on the sofa.
"Haven't you slept yet?"
The golden cup is quite ominous...
"I couldn't sleep... I was just testing something for a while."
"I see. First, put that away."
"... Umu, understood."
Nero jumped off the sofa, walked up to me, and looked up at me.
"The martial relations, are they already over?"
"Haha, Artoria passed out, so."
"Hmm... But, why have you come to find me? Not staying by the side of your beloved wife."
"I was a little worried about you."
"... Is that so."
Nero responded indifferently. Is she pouting, perhaps?
"Ucha~!"
"!?"
I immediately picked her up in a princess carry and laid her on the bed.
"You need to sleep well to not be tired, right?"
"Didn't I say I can't sleep..."
"I'll stay by your side until you fall asleep."
"... Why?"
"You're lonely too, aren't you? I hate loneliness too. However, after you fall asleep, I'll have to go to Artoria's side."
"I see..."
"But, if anything happens to you, I'll come running immediately."
"... Fine, that's enough."
Nero smiled faintly with satisfaction and held my hand. I sang a small song for her. Her eyes sparkled at my song, she grinned, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
"It's the first time since Medb's last time that I've sung a song for someone. Probably the first time since becoming a Heroic Spirit. Good night."
Patting her head, I left Nero's bedroom and returned to Artoria's room. I set up runes just in case, so there should be no problem.
Lying down next to Artoria who had fallen asleep (passed out), I went to sleep.
And the next day.
We plan to abandon Camelot now and advance to Rome. The problem is...
"Fergus will ride my Dun Stallion!"
"No, he will ride with me in the chariot as always. Fergus must protect me."
"Both of you... Can you not do this while deciding the destination..."
The two are having a cat fight over me. Really, it's troublesome... In the meantime, that guy Tristan is sleeping soundly. But, it'll be fine later.
We are going not to Rome, but to the capital of the Emperor Alliance Army located in Spain. To go there and settle things.