Arthur didn’t care much for anything.

It wasn’t a surprise. He was supposed to be an alternate version of the original King Arthur; he was a Heroic Spirit corrupted by the Holy Grail. A version unmerciful and refusing to hold back his power.

Still, it gnawed at him how he came to enjoy your presence, his Master. His thoughts filled his head as he stared at you in the cafeteria of Chaldea. How unlike him to have such feelings. When did this happen…?