After lying on the floor for a while, he finally tried to sit up and pick up his crown that had fallen off.
"Phew... Ever since I've been here, Maybe I should explored Chaldea." he said to himself,
He managed to stand up and adjust his posture, and Then he looks at his crown and make it disappears.
It was a bit embarrassing to wear the crown all the time, It doesn't mean he hates the crown, it's just that it bothers him.
And then he comes up with ideas where's place that he should going first.
"Hmm, I should go find the Cafeteria. That's where all the servants hang out, even in the game."
"Maybe I can get some useful information there," he murmured to himself.
He straightened his clothes and prepared to go, but suddenly remembered something.
He glanced at the sword beside him and took it with his left hand, trying to swing it with One hand.
Every time he swung the sword, he felt strangely familiar with it, as if he'd been doing it for ages.
Could it be because he's a pseudo-servant that he's using his skills so naturally? He wondered.
He stopped swinging the sword and then held it closer to his chest.
For a brief moment, he looked at the sword with a mix of excitement and nostalgia.
Was that his feeling or Charles I? He thought to himself, feeling a bit confused.
then he make the sword disappear and just summon it when needed. As he settles some things he then started walking towards the door of the room and leave the room.
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Charles sighed as he leaned against the wall of the hallway, catching his breath after his lengthy search for the cafeteria.
"I finally made it," he muttered, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. Despite his frustrations with Chaldea's maze-like layout, he couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement. This was where many Servants gathered—a hub of personalities, stories, and potential allies.
He adjusted his coat and stepped into the cafeteria, the door sliding open with a soft hiss.
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Inside the Cafeteria
The lively hum of conversation greeted him. Various Servants were scattered across the room.
At one table, Artoria Pendragon (Saber) sat elegantly, eating her meal with measured poise. Across from her, Gilgamesh (Archer) leaned back in his chair, gesturing animatedly as he tried to engage her in conversation—though his efforts seemed futile.
Behind them, a boisterous group caught Charles's attention: Iskandar (Rider), Alexander (Rider), and Zhuge Liang (lord El Melloi II). Iskandar was laughing heartily, a cup of sake in hand, while Alexander looked half-amused and half-embarrassed. Zhuge Liang observed them with a calm, calculating expression, occasionally sipping from his own cup.
By the counter stood Emiya (Archer), diligently wiping glasses and preparing meals. His focused expression gave off an air of quiet authority.
At another table, Nero Claudius (Saber) sat alone, her chin resting on her hand as she gazed thoughtfully into space—a rare moment of stillness for the usually energetic Roman Emperor.
Charles couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and nervousness. "Wow, they're all here," he whispered to himself, his eyes darting between the Servants.
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Deciding to start small, Charles made his way to the counter. Emiya glanced up from his work, his sharp red eyes briefly scanning Charles's appearance.
"You must be the new Servant," Emiya said, his tone cautious but not unkind.
Charles smiled awkwardly. "That's right. I'm Charles I, Saber-class. Nice to meet you."
Emiya nodded, setting the glass aside. "Charles, huh? I'm not familiar with your legend, but I'm sure you'll make an impression. What brings you here?"
"Well," Charles began, scratching the back of his neck, "my Master left for a Singularity right after summoning me. I figured I'd explore Chaldea a bit, and then I found cafeteria seemed like a good place to start."
Emiya chuckled faintly. "Good choice. This is where most Servants gather during downtime. You can meet others and learn a thing or two."
Charles's eyes wandered back to the tables, lingering briefly on Nero before darting away when he realized she might notice. "It's definitely lively here," he admitted.
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After some light conversation, Charles asked Emiya for directions to his quarters.
Emiya explained, "The Servants' rooms are down the east corridor. Just pick any unoccupied one."
"Thanks," Charles said, feeling both grateful and slightly nervous about navigating Chaldea's labyrinthine halls again.
As he turned to leave, Emiya added, "If you get lost, just ask one of the other Servants in hallway. Most of them are friendly enough."
Charles chuckled. "I'll try not to bother them too much."
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After a bit of wandering, Charles found an empty room. It was modest: a single bed, a desk, and a chair. The white walls and metallic accents gave it a sterile yet calming feel.
He tossed his coat onto the chair and sank onto the bed with a sigh. "Not bad," he murmured, running a hand over the soft sheets.
As he lay back, he stared at the ceiling, letting his thoughts drift. The day had been overwhelming, but also strangely exhilarating. He was in Chaldea, surrounded by legendary figures, with a chance to carve out his own story.
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The Next Morning
The sound of knocking jolted Charles from his sleep.
"Umu! I heard there's a new Servant here!"
His eyes shot open as the cheerful voice outside his door continued.
"Could you please open up, umu? It is I, the Emperor Nero Claudius!"
Charles groaned, rubbing his temples as he sat up. "What a way to wake up," he muttered, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He stood, adjusted his wrinkled shirt, and headed for the door.
"Coming, coming," he called, wondering what kind of chaos Nero's arrival might bring.
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