Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[20] Kay

[The dissuasion from the younger sister did not have any effect on the battle between men. On the contrary, it seemed to further stimulate his quarrelsome spirits.]

[Thus, with wooden swords against a steel one, you directly brought down this youth to the point where he could barely straighten his back.]

[Looking at the golden-haired youth lying breathless on the grass, he felt thoroughly bullied by you. ]

[Watching this guy in a miserable state.]

[Holding onto the belief of killing the heart, not the body, you extended your palm toward him.]

[You could see that his body surrendered, but his heart did not. After turning away your hand, he struggled to get up on his own.]

[Under the scorching sun, both on the body and the heart, this fight was making everyone a bit parched.]

[Thinking about this, you, like Doraemon, reached into the shadow and took out a cup of fruit wine, handing it to him.]

[Giving a nod to his adoptive sister, the blond youth reluctantly took it over, frowned, took a small sip, and then revealed a surprised expression.]

[Brewed with magecraft to control the temperature, this drink was naturally incomparable to the crude brewing techniques of this British village.]

"Good wine when friends come, if the wolves come, welcome them with light cannons..."

[Humming a strange exotic tune, you helped pick up the lunchbox the young man had dropped on the ground, looking at the rough dry food inside and feeling a bit choked.]

[King Arthur at home... eats this?]

"Well, I found the reason why they don't understand human hearts."

[This nutritional standard, no wonder it's so flat.]

[For certain special reasons, and since you didn't manage to eat enough... although it was still high noon, as a Londoner, it didn't hinder you from having a proper afternoon tea.]

[You took out all the remaining stock from the shadow and built a new barbecue grill on the spot.]

[You then headed to the nearby stream, as fishing, a job that required both strength and precision, was useless if you only had brute strength. As the ultimate life form, your agile nerves and actions were beyond what these fishing amateurs could reach.]

[Soon, with the expressions of the siblings swallowing their saliva, you returned with a basket full of wild fish.]

"...Sir Alvin, where did you learn this mountain and water skill?"

"Bear Grylls, Britain's wilderness survival expert."

21st-century Great Britain is still Great Britain, no problem.

Although they had never heard of this name, Artoria and her brother still showed great respect for this expert.

[Your skillful grilling technique fascinated even magical creatures, and it was a piece of cake to captivate these rural knights' taste buds. They were naturally at your mercy.]

[After a satisfying meal and an opportunity to chat while drinking, you quickly learned that the golden-haired youth who came up for a beating was named Kay, Artoria's older brother.]