KFC, a world-famous brand, welcomed a peculiar group of guests today.
"Hey, no need to panic, I'm not unreasonable," Kairi said, holding the post as the group's financier. Despite his reluctance, he couldn't escape the responsibility. The sales clerk, eyes brimming with tears, seemed less like she was taking an order and more like she was negotiating with kidnappers.
Kairi covered his face in embarrassment, recalling a similar scene at the Clock Tower where he had to hide from police inquiries. He wanted to suggest takeout but they ended up inside instead. He reached into his pocket for his money. "Please give me..."
"Sorry! I'll give you the money! Please don't pull out a weapon!" the clerk cried, handing over her wallet.
The two heroes accompanying him, Mordred and Cyd, couldn't help but laugh at the scene.
"Step aside," Mordred, wearing a jacket and hot pants, smirked. "I'll handle this."
Kairi, trying to maintain his composure, randomly selected items from the menu and paid. The sales clerk took the money with the reverence one might show a royal decree, then bolted for the kitchen.
"People always judge by appearances," Kairi sighed, carrying a large pile of hamburgers, chicken legs, and wings to Cyd and Mordred. "Here's your food."
"Thanks," Cyd said, patting Kairi's shoulder.
"Awuu, awuu," Mordred mumbled, tearing into her food.
"Early morning and already tired," Kairi sighed, taking a bite of chicken.
"I know the feeling," Cyd replied, sipping on some soy milk.
"Heroic Spirits can't get sick from food," Mordred said, giving a thumbs-up.
"Technically, we don't need to eat," Cyd shrugged.
"Then why did Saber want so much food?" Kairi asked, pointing to the pile of food.
"A king can't fight on an empty stomach," Mordred said, opening a hamburger.
"First day and I'm already broke," Kairi groaned, looking at his shrunken wallet. "I hope the grass at the tomb tastes like chicken."
Mordred's face fell. "I'll win, I promise!"
"Then you should head to the church," Cyd suggested, glancing at a mother and daughter nearby.
"Black Assassin seems to not be with its faction," Cyd murmured while looking at the pair
"Black Assassin? Interesting," Kairi mused. "We need to understand the enemy."
"Seven against six, no big deal," Mordred said, sticking out her tongue. "Ruler, are you coming with us?"
"I was attacked by your companion yesterday. It was fun, but let's establish intentions first," Cyd said, shrugging.
"I don't mind," Kairi said, relaxing. "These guys from the Clock Tower are something else! They even attacked the Ruler!"
"No worries, I'm just curious," Cyd said. "I'll check on the Black Faction. They're the sponsors of this war, after all."
"How did they think attacking a Ruler was a good idea?" Kairi muttered, scratching his head.
"I'm done!" Mordred said, patting her belly with a satisfied smile.
"Me too," Cyd said, standing up. His conspicuous black box drew curious glances as his magical attire blended seamlessly with modern clothes.
"So, Ruler, what's your real name?" Mordred asked, slapping Cyd's shoulder.
"Hey! You can't just ask that!" Kairi scolded.
"It's fine. I've been around for years. Revealing my name isn't a big deal," Cyd said, waving it off.
"Kid, I like you. Next time I'll help you out," Mordred said, slinging her arm around Cyd in a brotherly gesture.
"annoying another dragon messing with my host I should stake my clam."
Cyd rolled his eyes where was all this talk during his trip to Olympus.
"I've lived long enough to fear no one! Especially not those Greek gods!"
Mordred grimaced, sensing something strange about Cyd. "Saber, show some respect to the Ruler," Kairi said, frowning. He couldn't shake the feeling that Cyd resembled the youth depicted on the summoning stone.
"white hair and a black box..." Kairi murmured, his eyes widening as hestaring at Cyd's face and features.
"What? Why the shocked face?" Mordred asked.
Kairi quickly took a picture of Cyd with his cellphone. "I need to see Father Kotomine," he said urgently.