The Greeks

General POV

"Crynn, Ariane, it's not been 12 hours and we've already came across each other, it must've been fate!" Hearing the sound, the two names called instantly turned their heads, finding, "Calian, Jill, it's truly a small city." Yes, who other than the Greek team, Roman emperor name after, Calian Otho Aurelius, and avid peacekeeper, Jill Valentine.

"Where's your master?" Crynn asked immediately, looking around but not finding anyone out of place. Crynn and Ariane's team of master and servant is present and quite wary at the moment though they could see that there's no way an attack would happen especially in this crowded street. But, still, they're curious.

"The master I and Jill have to protect is bound to be a difficult nut to crack. We're planning to wait for a little longer before going out to make contact with him," Calian is troubled, very troubled, his master turned out to be one he had never expected, someone out of the plot and has associations with another from the prequel Holy Grail War.

"I see, Shirou Emiya and two Sabers. You're quite lucky," Aria thinks so while Crynn just nodded along, doesn't have any idea about the whole plot after all, he could only stay silent just like Jill on the other side, also quite blank on it. It's clear that Calian obviously recognizes the two Sabers and not in any capacity who his will be.

"So, might I inquire on your catalyst?" Neither side wants a battle, this purely small talk between friends. "Sure, I've no idea who it belongs to as well and I'm certain you won't," Calian said as Jill pulled the catalyst out, a wooden cup, humble in appearance, powerful in origin. "Yup, no idea. Oh right! Shirou, let me introduce you to one of the other teams, Calian Otho Aurelius and Jill Valentine," Ariane remembered of Shirou's presence as she said to him.

"Otho? Aurelius? Any relations to Roman Emperors, Marcus Otho Caeser Augustus and Marcus Aurelius Antoninus?" Saber questioned, being very knowledgeable of the Romans, especially since she had to battle the Western Roman Emperor, Lucius Tiberius when he attempted to claim Britannia and ultimately the fall of Camelot, of course, the Western Roman Emperor was slain in battle and the empire was soon dissolved.

"No, no relations at all, my parents were avid Roman historians," not a lie, not a truth. "So, all the best for the war," Calian lured and Ariane lured back, "All the best for the war." Calian laughed as he and Jill walked away, disappearing in the bustle and hustle. "That was interesting," Mordred spoke as Shirou folded his hands, "They don't seem like they mean any hostility, quite friendly actually."

"Well, I can assure you, they might not be. Calian is a schemer and Jill a brilliant strategist and information bank," Crynn of course knows best, especially since Calian is a renowned rich heir and businessman and businessmen are ruthless, unforgiving folks, back stabbers, hypocrites, and mostly utter shites.

"Well, come on, let's get back, would want to meet anyone else."

***

"You should really embark on the path of a professional chef, Shirou," Crynn said as he swallowed delicious sashimi tuna. "This isn't much really," Shirou scratched his head, his skills in the kitchen had always came naturally, like an extra gift package in life. Saber and Mordred aren't chatting, majority reason being the food itself. Cuisine in the 5th to 6th century Camelot isn't exactly what one would consider, palatable in the modern world, and the king itself isn't left out.

Of course, being properly trained, one as a noble knight and the other, the King of Knights, they still retain almost impeccable manner in the face of such dangerous allure, food is indeed the better part of pornography. The dining table is overfilled with Saber and Mordred taking the smaller width together, munching silently.

"Speaking of which Shirou, could you go grab me more rice," We have two extra guests for dinner, Fujimura Taiga and Matou Sakura. The former shamelessly asked the host for a refill like that of a servant. "Yes, Fuji-nee..." His lips twitched as Shirou went to the kitchen to scoop more rice. Fujimura's body proportions are surprisingly excellent and well trained despite the amount of food she's downing.

Sakura just smiled and continued eating, poised and elegant, that's mostly her style. "I've already prepared all the food..." Shirou's whisper of a grumble can be heard from the kitchen, drawing a giggle from the purple haired girl. "So, Fujimura-nee. It's getting late, would you mind walking Sakura home later," Shirou returned with a full bowl of premium Japanese rice.

The question asked is not answered as Fujimura dived right back into the feast. "Fuji-nee... Hello???" Shirou is starting to get just a bit irritated. "Nope, rejected," at that instant, Shirou's eyes widened and a piece of tuna was dropped from his chopsticks, he stared at his guardian in utter disbelief and someway, betrayal.

"Ehm... Why?" Shirou said in the most incredulous of intonations. "I wouldn't be able to walk Sakura home for a while because... I'll be having a homestay here too!" Fujimura smiled in an innocent and earnest way. "Fuhahahahaha!!!" Mordred laughed out loud, mostly by how Shirou's moth was left hanging open as he contemplated on this trickery.

"Care to join me, Sakura? I'll be sure to call your folks!" Fujimura looked at Sakura sitting next to her. "Yes! Please do! I knew I can always count on you Fujimura-sensei!" Sakura's eyes brightened immediately, making a small pump inside her heart, she's not going to let some woman, temporary or not, be sleeping here in the same house as Shirou!

Meanwhile, "Fuhahahahahahaha!!!" Mordred laughed louder as Shirou went out of words, his mind probably smoking by now. "HAAAA??? Sorry?! We're full! Can't you see?" Shirou tried to reason by using the servants and bodyguards but even him knew it would be a futile attempt to save not even a percentage of his dignity.

"You do know how big the Emiya compound is, don't you Shirou?" There it is, futile, the Emiya Estate has a master bedroom and 8 medium bedrooms. "Alright! We're set! I'll take the room at the back! The rest of you, you wouldn't mind, would you?" Nope, they wouldn't except Saber whom looked at Shirou as they could only helplessly shook their heads.

Second night of the Holy Grail War, over.