"Master, Master, what's this?"
"Master, Master, what are we eating tonight?"
"Master, why are there so many people in this shop?"
"Master, why are there so many cats in this shop?"
"Master, is that a motorcycle? So cool."
Chattering nonstop, for some reason, Mordred felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation staying by Ryuya's side.
Talking while constantly running around, looking at the particularly handsome motorcycle in the display window, Mordred's eyes were filled with one big character: "Envy."
"Master, thank you for buying this. I'll take you for a ride."
"Master, what are you doing? I said I'd take you. Don't you trust my riding skills?"
"Alright, alright, I get it. I'll let you drive, since you bought it. Just this once."
"But it's agreed, just this once. Next time, it's my turn to drive."
Watching Ryuya firmly grip the handlebars and take the helmet the man handed her, Mordred's nature was actually quite simple.
In the original work, as long as you didn't mention King Arthur or her gender, there were basically no major issues.
In this world, as long as you didn't mention the Sun-Crowned King, Mordred was an extremely easy-going girl.
"Master, why is this world so interesting?"
Sitting behind Ryuya, wearing the helmet and feeling the evening breeze, Mordred found her Master super interesting.
Even though he barely spoke along the way, and she was the one doing all the talking, the two of them, with one talking and one listening, actually had an unusual coordination and tacit understanding.
Holding onto Ryuya like this, Mordred spent the whole journey telling him about this and that, how this was and how that should be done. Even the fountains seen everywhere when passing by a park plaza excited Mordred immensely.
While talking, they passed by a place with colorful lights and an atmosphere of revelry. Mordred asked Ryuya to stop.
"What's wrong?"
Taking his daughter around to play, Ryuya wasn't in a hurry to reveal his identity to Mordred.
He could sense the auras of Irisviel, Female Gil, Artoria, and even Crimson Moon and the others in the direction of the Einzbern Castle.
He didn't know how long Crimson Moon and the others had been in Snowfield City, but their auras were stable, clearly indicating a harmonious life.
Wanting to spend a little more time with Mordred, letting this girl experience the joys of an ordinary person, he stopped the bike.
"Is this a tavern, Master?" Her eyes shining as she looked at the door with swaying lights, Mordred licked her lips. She was truly curious about this place, feeling an excitement she couldn't suppress.
"Yes, it's a tavern... actually, it should be a bar. Want to go in and have some fun?"
Seeing the desire in Mordred's eyes, Ryuya didn't mind.
"Can I?"
As a knight, she had wanted to go to the taverns in Camelot, but due to her status and the protection of her older brothers like Gawain, every time Mordred went to a tavern, it ended up being rather dull.
Although everyone was having fun and drinking heartily, she could feel that they ultimately couldn't really let loose.
Now, finally arriving at a bar in Snowfield City, Mordred couldn't hide her curiosity in her eyes, clearly wanting to go in and explore.
Holding Ryuya's hand, she hesitated slightly, asking for someone else's opinion for the first time.
"You can."
The answer, filled with certainty, made Mordred feel very favorable towards him.
"See? Master, you're really great after all."
Giggling, Mordred and Ryuya entered the bar.
With the various intense DJ music and the writhing crowd on the dance floor, Mordred, seeing this scene for the first time, was a bit stunned.
"Wait... Master, are these people usually like this?"
In her memory, taverns were places for knights to relax, laugh loudly, and for bards to sing. But after coming to a modern bar, Mordred found it a bit hard to accept.
"This is a more 'hype' type of bar. Quieter bars would be more relaxed. Do you want to give it a try?"
Bars can be quite different depending on the venue. While the one Mordred and Ryuya entered was loud and energetic, there were actually also quiet bars, etc., playing more lyrical music, focusing on relaxation.
Not really understanding the specific differences between hype bars and quiet bars, Mordred shook her head, indicating it didn't matter, "It's fine, it's fine. As long as we can have fun."
Entering the bar with Ryuya, looking at the young people inside wearing very little fabric, shaking their heads and swaying, Mordred pursed her lips, "Why does it feel a bit boring?"
"Boring?"
Ryuya was quite familiar with the situation in bars. Before obtaining the simulator, he had been to bars a few times with friends, but it was just for fun and not to be taken seriously.
"Hmm... Master, shall we find someone to play with?"
Originally wanting to leave, but thinking 'since we're already here', Mordred felt that just running away might make her seem a bit fussy?
Somehow starting to care about her image in Ryuya's eyes, she thought she mustn't let her Master look down on her.
"Find someone to play with? Who do you want to find, Mordred?"
Not knowing what Mordred was thinking, Ryuya felt this daughter's personality seemed quite a bit more well-behaved than in the original work, and quite easy to get along with.
"Hmm... I don't know either."
Although usually rough and tumble like a tomboy, Mordred actually didn't have much experience interacting with people.
Completely unsure how to chat with others, she looked at Ryuya, blinking her pair of jade-green eyes.
The meaning was clear: 'I'm counting on you, Master!'
"Hmm... Even if you say that."
He had been using concealment magic to mask the charm emanating from himself and Mordred. Ryuya was deeply aware of how attractive his existence as a Star God was.
Having long stopped actively hitting on people, he thought for a moment and dispelled the barrier around him.
"Wow..."
The moment Ryuya lifted the concealment magic, he and Mordred, as if shining with starlight, were noticed by everyone in the bar.
Looking at those people's gazes fixed on them, actually, mainly on Ryuya, Mordred felt an annoyance, as if something she cherished was being eyed by others.
Feeling an inexplicable urge to get angry, but not knowing how to vent it, she could only stare fiercely at the people around her like a small beast.
And so... approximately two hours later...
"Hehehe, Master, I'm amazing, right?"
Relying on her bold drinking capacity in the bar, Mordred dominated all challengers.
One came, she drank them under the table… a pair came, she drank them under the table. Not putting these ordinary people in her eyes at all, she used all her skills to protect her Master.
Finally walking out of the bar with unsteady steps, staggering while holding onto Ryuya, or more accurately, being supported by Ryuya, she was completely dazed and confused.
"Yes, yes, my Mordred is the best."
Never expecting Mordred to be so protective, frankly speaking, while watching Mordred drink, a rather old joke surfaced in Ryuya's mind.
The content of the joke was actually quite simple. It was about a father who took his daughter to a bar to drink together after her high school graduation. After his daughter got drunk, he took her home and left her a note, telling her what her alcohol limit was, and to be careful next time she went out to play, as her father wouldn't always be there to protect her.
The next day, another father online saw this and tried to imitate it. The result was that the father himself was the one who got drunk, while the daughter was still drinking happily, even saying, "Old man, keep going! How can you be so weak?"
This meme inexplicably popped into his mind. Looking at the drunken Mordred, Ryuya said helplessly, "Daughter, your drinking capacity... is far inferior to your mother's."