Mordred stared up at the bill board, her face contorting in to a look of absolute disgust. The more she stared at it, the more she got pissed off at it. It was mocking her, she knew it. How could he be starring down upon her when she knew that she was better than him in every way.

"Uuh…"

"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm takin a while," Mordred turned on her heel to see the one who called her. Along with the speaker, there was also a wiry young man standing beside them, his hands struggling to hold the multitude of books. "Oi, oi, your gonna drop those with your bean pole arms."

"I'm not that weak," he replied before he straightened his glasses.

"Uuh."

"Fran's right, you even had trouble opening that door," Mordred replied cheekily before her arm shot underneath the pile of books and holding them up effortlessly. "Why do you even need this many books anyway?"

"AP Chemistry, AP Biology, AP—"

"Forget I asked Jekyll," Mordred interrupted. He only smiled loosely before grabbing a few books off the top of pile.

"At least let me help a little," Henry Jekyll offered. Mordred just shrugged before the three began to walk again.

"Uuh."

"You wanna get something sweet for your Papa?" Mordred translated. The girl nodded, the horn ornament cutting through the air sharply by her doing so. "Shit, I dunno any places that sell sweets. Jekyll?"

"I think there's a new bakery over in the Shopping District, we can try going there."

"Uuh!"

"… Mordred?"

"What, really? Tch, and you call yourself a scholar."

"I'm a chemist, not a linguist. But if I were to hypothesize, the fact that Fran is rocking on her heels means that she wants to go to the bakery."

"Uuh!"

"… Do you need a translation again?"

"No Mordred, I got it." Jekyll sighed. Mordred only smirked before she and Fran walked forward ahead of the repressed Jekyll. "Might as well pick something up for Hans… Knowing him he's probably still writing."

"That shitty little brother of yours? Get him a wasabi-chu for all his "work" on the book he'll never publish," Mordred scoffed.

"Uuh."

"See? Even Fran agrees."

"I don't think that's what Fran meant." Mordred was about to argue that point before something caught her eye. It was girl, which in an of itself was innocuous in nature. However, it was who was around her which seemed to divert her attention, as well as what she heard when she trained her ears there.

"Hey there, those bags look a little heavy."

"Why don't help you carry those melons, eh?"

"E-Eh? I don't have any melons. Just some rice and a few other things."

"Really? Then are you cooking up some meat? I got a few sau—"

"Oi, oi, oi, what do you all seem to be doing?" Mordred walked into the alleyway after dumping the books back on Jekyll, both as a means of keeping him occupied and to free up her hands.

"Buzz off bitch, why don't you go play dolls—" That man, perhaps college aged at most what with a premature goatee and malnourished stature, did not get to say much more as his face was suddenly smashed into a nearby wall.

"I'm going to pretend that the last sentence wasn't ever said," Mordred replied with a snarl.

"You bitc—"

"Huh? Did anyone hear anything?" Mordred asked as she took the fist that was aimed at her face diverted it away. Then before the man had any time to think, she shot her foot out to hit his thigh and cause his leg to shoot backwards before her knee caught him in the chin, knocking him backwards and out. "I swear, all I hear are buzzing flies. Bzz, bzz, bzz."

The remaining men decided to cut their losses and run, grabbing their unconscious friends and leaving the alley.

"Uuh!" Fran stuck out her foot, causing one to trip over himself and run into Jekyll, who spontaneously dropped his books on the man's foot.

"Oops," Jekyll replied, though for a second the light behind his glasses seemed to shine much much brighter. A feral smile flashing on his face when the man looked up. "That was my bad, hehehe~"

The man screamed before crawling away on his hands and knees, causing quite a spectacle down the road. It was actually… Quite disturbing, seeing a grown man in that sort of distress.

"Good grief, it's like he saw the devil or something?" Mordred turned back to the girl whom was being harassed. She had thick rimmed glasses, and large doe like eyes that looked at Mordred with confusion.

"Uh… Thank you?"

"No need to mention what we just did, only that you sing our name in praise when you can!" Mordred boasted. Fran and Jekyll flanked behind her, raising their arms up like fanfare. "Know that today you were saved by a future King!"

"… But we live in a democratic country."

"We'll overthrow the old kingdom and make one anew!"

"Uuh!"

"Wait, where'd my books go?"

"Oo, is that meat in your groceries?" Mordred looked at the plastic bag with glee. "As payment for our services, how about you—"

"Hey! You three, are you soliciting more people again!"

"Oh damnit," Mordred cursed before turning to see another girl at the entrance to alley. Pink hair and a black scarf trialing behind her while she was in a school uniform. "We gotta run!"

"Uuh!"

"W-Wait, I'm still missing my physics—"

"Now!"

"Wah!"

"Stop! Mordred, you owe the library fines!"

"A king owes no one, but themselves!"

Mashu Kyrielite stared in absolute confusion at the spectacle in front of her. She had only gone out to get groceries for Lancelot's pantry, only to first be contacted in a phone scam to "destroy all who oppress", be accosted by some men, and then see said men be scared and beaten before her rescuers be chased away by a girl.

"The city he lives in isn't… Normal by any means, but I feel like you'll find your way there…"

Mashu sighed again, realizing how true and unexpected that the man's words would be. If she knew it would be like this, she'd hoped to at least have a place of her own to stay.

Her original plan was to stay at Lancelot's place, even if he didn't acknowledge her at the very least he'd let her stay for a day before she found another place to stay at. With what she saw in that apartment, she'd decided to find better lodgings to not to Lancelot's issues.

Walking back through Fuyuki City back to said apartment however was less eventful that the incident in the alleyway. Though there was still some oddities, like a man in a blue rubber suit being electrocuted, another man in a leather jacket riding in motocycle racing a girl on a horse, and then there was another advertisement for the idol band "Waifu Laifu". One of the girls in the band still seemed very familiar…

Eventually Mashu reached Lancelot's apartment building once more, now noting that the building was in a notably rundown shape. It also seemed that there weren't that many people who lived in the building.

"Ah!" Mashu nearly screamed when she heard a rather gruff voice behind her. She scooted to the side and turned to see a massive figure behind her. Large and slanted black and red eyes looked at her passively, while the billowing mass of white hair looked akin to an attached cloud. "Scuse me…"

"Y-Yes!" Mashu watched as the large man lumbered passed her and towards an apartment room at the end of the unit. He had to duck down and narrow his profile in order to make it through the door.

I see, there are others who do live here…

"Lancelot-san! Lancelot-san!" There was someone at Lancelot's apartment door, hitting the door forcibly. He had a terse expression on his face. "Lancelot-san, your rent is due!"

"Uh, excuse me." Mashu approached the man, though now that she was closer, she found that he seemed to only a little older than her. "Are you the landlord?"

"Huh?" He turned to her now, and aside from his bright blue eyes, looked the most normal out of everyone she's seen. "Oh, uh, I didn't know Lancelot-san was expecting guest, my apologies."

"N-No, it's fine. I'm just—"

"His daughter"

"..here to help him out at the request of a friend," Mashu replied quickly. The other boy looked dubious before sighing though it seemed to relieve some tension in his shoulders.

"Well maybe you'll have better luck than most." He looked off to the side before he stood straighter up. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Emiya Gudao, my father actually owns the land and converted one of the buildings into a lodge house."

"Mashu Kyrelight, I'm, uh, new to Fuyuki City." Mashu bowed in response to Emiya Gudao's own.

"But you're here to help Lancelot-san?"

"Y-Yes! Uh, it's… It's a very confusing…" Gudao only laughed lightly before scratching the back of his head.

"Well it's not really any of my business, but if you don't have a place to stay, we do have a room you can use."

"N-No, I don't wish to intrude—"

"Nonsense, I'll just consider it an advancement payment for dealing with Lancelot-san," Gudao replied with a laugh. Mashu would've liked to argue to contest that point, however before she could Gudao thrusted something in to her hands, a key. "Your room is just beside his, it was nice meeting you Mashu-san!" Then without Gudao left with a smile on his face as he was grabbed by several people in black and wearing skull masks.

"Quickly contractor!"

"Yes, you are desperately needed!" Then before Mashu's eyes he was taken away as they leapt over the guardrail and onto the street. Gudao was laughing the entire time he was taken, never once showing any sign of fear contrary to Mashu's own face.

Mashu stared in abject horror before sighing and slumping against the wall, her quota for strangeness in her life being topped in one day. Deciding that if the world was simply going to toss her weirdness, Mashu decided to just roll with it and flicked her eyes to the door next to Lancelot's own.

At least her living situation was handled, though school would be another hurdle…

Unlocking the door to the apartment owned by Lancelot, she still saw that he was sleeping soundly. At the very least he was up and shouting at the top of his lungs or murmuring in French. Being as quiet as she could, Mashu decided to cook a little meal for him.

The apartment had been cleaned up by her before she left, and now looking at it, it was marginally roomier than she thought. A majority of floor space being taken up by beer cans and alcohol bottle, and while she didn't throw away the magazines, she did stack them up and shove them neatly in a corner.

While cleaning though, she found that Lancelot had a sword hidden beneath several layers of trash. Though kept in its scabbard, Mashu did notice that the blade itself was of a western make and origin. She had briefly wondered why or how Lancelot came to have a blade, but quickly pushed it out of her mind for the time being. Maybe the less she knew about the man, the better it would be for her psyche. Already her view of a "father" had been skewed.s

"There, done." Mashu looked at meal she made, a large helping of friend rice. Looking back behind her, she still found that Lancelot was still asleep. Even while cooking he had yet to wake.

"Who is Arthur?" Mashu wondered to herself before locating her own luggage. She had placed the friend rice in a dish before wrapping it up in saran wrap for Lancelot's consumption when he woke up. Then she headed to her own lodgings.

She'd later talk to Gudao about proper payment for her lodgings, maybe she could… Work for him? Mashu wondered about that before shaking her head. What exactly could she do for work? She was around the same age as him, it's not like he had job openings.

"Maybe this trip was a mistake," she sighed as she opened the door. She was met to a quiet two room apartment, the main room double as a sort of all purpose room while the bathroom was located off to the side. She put her stuff in a corner before falling on a bed.

"At least it's soft…" Mashu muttered to herself before her eyes slowly closed, the day's exhaustion having finally caught up to her.

Elsewhere, a man was starring at the apartment building. His darkened skin and hair seemed to blend with the shadows he was in.

"Yeah yeah, I found her. Seems like the guy who owns the place gave her a key. Wha—, ah man! Why do I have to do it?... Okay yeah, you paying does make sense, but can't you do it? I mean isn't this your whole entire plan?... Oh yeah that's a good point, you being in London still means that your physically impossible to do it. Fine, fine, send me the documents and I'll give 'em to her… Yeah, yeah, no one will ever know and stuff like that. Angra out." He closed the phone before looking through the binoculars. "Tch, why do the fun jobs always pay so well…"

"Mom, mom, look! That funny man is playing I-Spy!"

"Now dear, it's rude to point at weirdly dressed stalker staking out apartment houses in the middle of the day with the police behind him."

"… Eh?"

"Excuse me sir, but I have to take you in now…"