After the king left, Gawain was the first to rise and approach Rozen.
"I've arranged the best room in the capital for you. Please rest there for now," he said.
With that, Gawain ordered someone to escort Rozen and Mash out of the audience chamber.
Only the four Knights of the Round Table remained.
"So that's the Master of Chaldea," Mordred said, still gazing in the direction Rozen had left, grinning as if finding him quite appealing.
"To confront the deified King head-on—foolish, perhaps, but I must say, he's got guts."
Clearly, Mordred held Rozen in high regard.
Being the rebellious knight, Mordred still harbored significant defiance toward Artoria, even though she chose to serve the Lion King in this Singularity. Rozen daring to stand face-to-face with Artoria earned Mordred's respect.
"If summoned during a normal Holy Grail War, I'd have loved to have someone like that as my Master. It'd definitely be entertaining," Mordred added with a grin.
This rebellious knight bore a striking resemblance to Rozen's own rebellious nature.
However, the others did not share the same sentiments.
"The more exceptional he is, the greater threat he poses to the King should he become an enemy," Agravain said coldly.
"It seems you oppose accepting this Master, Agravain," Tristan remarked with a faint smile.
"Yet he is a guest recognized by the King. It would be wise not to plot against him in secret," Gawain warned, glancing at Agravain.
"I don't need your advice," Agravain replied emotionlessly. "Since the King has acknowledged him, I will observe him for now."
"Observe?" Mordred raised an eyebrow at Agravain. "You mean to say you'll spy on him?"
"Of course," Agravain responded without hesitation. "Someone who poses a potential threat to the King has entered Camelot. If he tries anything, it will cause chaos, so full surveillance is necessary."
"Will the King permit such actions?" Gawain frowned.
"There's no need to consult the King on this matter," Agravain replied stubbornly.
"If needed, I can take action," Tristan said, strumming his harp with neither joy nor sorrow. "Though the result will certainly be tragic, it is all for the King."
"Ha, don't make me laugh," Mordred scoffed. "If you're the one to act, that Master and his Servant won't stand a chance. Bold of you to say."
The four knights continued debating the matter.
Gawain and Mordred leaned toward supporting Rozen, defending his presence.
On the other hand, Agravain and Tristan took the opposing stance, viewing Rozen as a danger that required countermeasures.
Such was the daily routine of the Round Table: discussing and deciding details under the King's overarching decrees.
All four knights were unquestionably loyal to the King, yet their differing styles led to contrasting actions, so long as they did not violate the King's orders.
Gawain, with his noble character, chose to protect Rozen. Mordred, on the other hand, simply found Rozen likable. Agravain regarded Rozen as a latent threat. Meanwhile, Tristan refrained from passing judgment, though he seemed inclined to deal with Rozen forcefully if the situation demanded.
This was the nature of Heroic Spirits, the nature of Servants.
The more exceptional the individual, the more steadfast their beliefs and principles. They would not compromise easily.
In that sense, Rozen's policy of not summoning Servants casually was not without merit.
After all, who could guarantee that the summoned Servant would align with their goals instead of becoming an obstacle?
At present, Rozen was fortunate to have two loyal Servants: one who faithfully fulfilled their duty as a warrior and weapon of destruction, and another who saw Rozen as their everything, determined to shield him from all malice and enemies. To Rozen, this was sheer luck.
Ultimately, the Round Table's discussion led to no resolution.
"In any case, I will assign people to monitor him. If he acts suspiciously, I will not allow him to disrupt Camelot, even if it means going against the King's orders," Agravain declared firmly.
To prevent objections, he continued, "It is my duty to manage Camelot and assist the King. You all have your own responsibilities."
"Gawain, the Holy Selection is approaching. As the knight in charge, you must fulfill your duties flawlessly. Any mistakes will be on your head."
"Tristan, remnants of the Mountain People are still active. You and Lancelot must continue pursuing them."
"And you, Mordred, you still lack citizenship within Camelot. Your permission to stay here is limited to daylight hours. Now, return to the wilderness."
Agravain's commands left Gawain and the others speechless.
"...Understood," Gawain finally responded with a blank expression.
"How sorrowful," Tristan murmured, showing no further resistance.
"Tch, acting all high and mighty," Mordred sneered, turning to leave.
Before departing, however, she paused as if recalling something.
"By the way, isn't the Servant accompanying the Chaldean Master a bit strange?"
Her words caused the Round Table knights to fall silent.
"..."
Gawain remained quiet.
"Indeed, there's something odd about her. She feels both familiar and nostalgic, yet something seems amiss," Tristan remarked, furrowing his brows.
"A Servant from Chaldea, yet with a tangible body that resembles a human's, while still exuding the power of a Servant," Agravain mused, his brow furrowing deeper as he recalled Mash.
The knights of the Round Table were clearly puzzled by Mash's existence. They each had their own thoughts but couldn't make sense of it.
Before long, Mordred dismissed the idea.
"Ah, whatever. As long as she isn't an enemy, it doesn't matter. If she is, I'll just cut her down. Who cares who she is?"
With that, Mordred grinned wildly once again.
"Well then, I'll head back to the wilderness. Hopefully, I'll encounter something interesting or find a couple of neutral Servants to mess around with."
With those parting words, Mordred strode swiftly out of the throne room.
Gawain and Tristan also left to fulfill their duties.
"Rorelai Arnett..."
Left alone in the audience chamber, Agravain muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with thought.
The night continued.
Far from over.