what if, you become a servant in Chaldea?

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In cafeteria, Chaldea

Charles puffed out his cheeks, crossing his arms like a child see their favorite toy taken away. He pointed accusingly at Nero, his brows furrowed in mock outrage.

"Ah, Nero! Why you're take my food?!"

he grumbled, his voice dripping with childish frustration.

But Nero just puffed out her cheeks, her wide green eyes brimming with playful defiance. She leaned forward, her golden curls bouncing as she placed her hands on the table.

"Eh?! But it looked so tasty! Why can't I have it? I'm the Emperor, so it's mine now. Umu~"

she said, her tone light and teasing, as if she truly believed her imperial title justified her actions.

As Charles heard her declaration he puffed out his cheeks, his brows furrowed in an attempt to look stern. His hands found their way to his hips, and he leaned forward slightly, glaring at Nero with mock intensity.

"Thief..." he bellowed, though the hint of a pout betrayed his childish frustration.

"Emperor or not, you shall answer for your crimes! Hand over the food, or face justice!"

His tone was sharp, as thought he were delivering a royal decree.

But His dramatic delivery made the declaration all the more ridiculous.

As Nero hear Charles declaration. she placed a hand on her chest, her green eyes narrowing with playful mischief.

Her lips puffed into a mock pout before curving into a smug smile, and she jabbed a finger at Charles.

"Hah! A duel, is it? Very well, I accept! But beware, for no one can defeat the Emperor in combat. Umu!"

she said, her voice brimming with childlike arrogance.

Charles grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with both challenge and humor.

"A duel it is then! Prepare to face the wrath of a true King, for no one has ever defeated me in combat either!"

He cracked his knuckles dramatically and adjusted his posture, ready for a showdown, though his playful tone made it clear he was enjoying every moment of the rivalry.

Nero's eyes gleamed with mischievous delight as she hear the statement and Provocation from Charles, and her lips curled into a smug grin. She threw her arms wide, as though to declare her own supremacy.

"Then I declare war, Charles I!"

she shouted dramatically, her posture bursting with childish confidence.

"Let us duel for the right to this meal! But beware, the great Nero Claudius never loses. Umu!"

Her words rang out with playful certainty, like a child taunting their opponent before a game.

Charles raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk forming on his lips as his eyes gleamed with playful challenge.

"You dare challenge me, Emperor of Rome?"

he asked, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. With a dramatic flourish, he threw his arm out wide, gesturing to an imaginary army.

"Then let the battle begin! But beware, I fight with the strength of my troops' thousand empty stomachs!"

His stance was playful yet bold, clearly relishing every moment of this absurd competition.

Nero's eyes were wide with exaggerated, childish confidence, her grin widening into an almost comical expression of triumph. She hopped once in place, her hands held out in front of her like she was about to make a grand proclamation.

"You may have the strength of your troops, King of Britannia,"

she declared, her voice laced with playful certainty.

"But you lack the heart of a true Emperor! Watch and learn as I claim victory! Umu!"

She almost giggled at her own words, clearly delighted by the challenge.

Meanwhile in the counter. Shiro shook his head with a light chuckle under his breath, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and disbelief as he watching the fight between them. "You two..."

he muttered to himself before standing up from his counter. He took a few steady steps toward them, raising one hand in a stop motion.

"Alright, you two. Stop it right now!"

His tone shifted to something more serious, despite his amusement.

"You're causing a scene in the cafeteria. No more fighting over food—just sit down and share it like normal people!"

Charles rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his gaze flicking around the cafeteria. His lips formed a tight, nervous pout, and he muttered,

"Ugh… Fine. It's just food, alright?"

His posture was stiff, and he shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.

"But you don't have to act like it's the end of the world…"

His tone was small, almost as if he didn't want to admit how silly the whole thing had gotten.

But then Shiro just stood there, staring at Charles and Nero with a completely deadpan expression.

His eyes were narrowed slightly, not in anger, but in disbelief. His mouth was set in a straight line, not a hint of a smile in sight.

"If it's just food, then why did it look like you two were ready to duel to the death for it?"

He delivered the line with complete seriousness, though his tone hinted that he wasn't amused.

"I'm just saying, maybe think about that next time."

Even though he knew that the duo pair is not really convinced by his words.

Nero looked at the others servant that we're having their breakfast with a slight, sheepish smile, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment.

"Er, well... perhaps I did get a little carried away," she admitted, a hint of self-awareness in her tone.

"But only because it was delicious. Umu!"

She straightened up proudly, her chin lifted again, her self-satisfaction returning.

Charles looked down, his face turning a shade of pink as he shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess it was dumb to fight over food,"

he muttered, avoiding eye contact with both Nero and Shiro.

"But you can't blame me for wanting what's mine!"

Charles crossed his arms tightly, his posture defensive as he tried to hide the fact that he was still embarrassed by how ridiculous everything had become.

Shiro sighed, looking from one to the other, his eyes calm but tinged with annoyance.

"You know what? Never mind,"

he said with a slow shake of his head.

"Just don't let me catch you two turning a cafeteria into a battlefield again."

His arms dropped to his sides, and he gave them one last look before turning to walk back to his counter, clearly done with their antics.

As Shiro walks away, Charles sighs with a dramatic flair, shaking his head in frustration.

"Tch... Whatever. He can't even appreciate the drama. Um... But fine, I guess,"

he mutters, looking at Nero with a side-eye.

Nero huffs, crossing her arms and pretending to be unbothered, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrays her.

"Ugh, that archer... Always ruining my fun. But, um, I suppose it's fine... Umu."

She pouts before giving Charles a mischievous look.

Charles crossed his arms tightly, his cheeks puffed out as he glared at Nero. His eyes narrowed, then widened dramatically as he let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Ugh, you're so mean, Nero!" he huffed, tapping his foot in frustration.

"I was going to eat that... And you just took it!"

He threw his hands up in the air, his posture tense with childish indignation. Then, with a dramatic flair, he turned away and muttered under his breath,

"Fine! You can have it, but I'm going to make you pay next time!"

Charles looked back at her, lips curled into a pout, his eyes not meeting hers as he fumed, clearly trying to hold onto his pride.

"I'll never share with you again!"

He dramatically turned his back to Nero, crossing his arms tightly.

Charles's dramatic reaction didn't go unnoticed by Nero, who found his childlike outbursts far too amusing to let slide. With a twinkle in her eye, she let out a light chuckle and placed her hands on her hips.

"Heh, too easy, Charles! Umu."

she teased, giving him a playful side-eye as her grin stretched wider. She couldn't help but enjoy the theatrics, her mischievous side fully awakened.

her tone lightened with more teasing as she winked at him.

"If you're going to pout like that, I'll just have to take more of your food next time. Umu!"

She chuckled again, raising an eyebrow as she looked down at him, her smile turning even more playful.

"Aw, don't be so upset, it's just food. You can get more... Maybe. Umu"

As Charles hear what Nero say he tried to opened his mouth to say something else, his face flushed with childish indignation, Nero was already preparing to retort with another playful jab. Her arms were crossed, her lips puckered in a dramatic pout as she readied herself to escalate the situation further.

"I'm not finished, Charles!"

Nero declared, her voice rising again, her playful mood still in full swing.

"You can't just take my food like that and expect to get away with it! Umu!"

Charles, equally determined to defend his food, straightened up, his brow furrowed, ready to challenge her once more.

"I said, it's mine, Nero! You—"

But before he could finish, a sudden, icy silence fell over the cafeteria. Nero's words trailed off, and Charles froze mid-sentence, both of them instinctively glancing toward the counter where Shiro stood.

Shiro's glare was so intense, so piercing, that it felt like the temperature in the room dropped by a few degrees. His arms were crossed, and he was staring directly at the two of them with a look that was nothing short of stern.

Both Charles and Nero immediately felt a chill run down their spines, their playful expressions faltering as they felt the weight of his glare. Neither of them dared to speak another word as they nervously shifted on their feet.

Shiro held his gaze for a moment longer, his eyes never leaving them as if silently daring them to argue further. The atmosphere was thick with tension, but he said nothing.

Finally, with a short, sharp sigh, he spoke in a calm yet firm voice that left no room for argument.

"Enough."

It was a simple command, but the authority in it was enough to make both Charles and Nero shrink back slightly. They stood there in silence for a long moment before Charles gave an exaggerated, dramatic sigh, looking away with a pout, while Nero huffed but said nothing, unwilling to push it further.

Shiro glanced at them one last time, then turned away, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. Without another word, he went back to his duties at the counter, the brief but intense standoff over as quickly as it had started.

Charles and Nero exchanged a brief glance, both of them still a little shaken by Shiro's glare. But the moment passed, and Nero, ever the one to bounce back from her embarrassment, let out a dramatic sigh before puffing out her cheeks again.

"Ugh, fine... I guess it's over now." Nero pouted, crossing her arms again, but this time, her defiant spark was dimmed.

Charles, looking as if he wanted to argue just a little longer, clicked his tongue and reluctantly sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. Next time, though..." He muttered, still not fully ready to let it go.

Shiro, from the counter, shot them a brief glance. His sharp eyes flicked toward them again, and just the thought of that gaze was enough to make them both quickly turn away from each other, unwilling to pushing their luck.

The lingering tension in the air finally dissipated as both Charles and Nero, still feeling the weight of Shiro's glare, silently made their way back to their seats.

No words were exchanged as they sat down, each of them suddenly aware of the absurdity of their earlier antics.

Charles took his seat first, grumbling under his breath as he reached for his meal.

His earlier bravado had faded, and now he simply stared down at his half-eated plate, poking at his food with exaggerated disinterest.

"Hmph,"

he muttered, still clearly not happy about the whole situation but choosing not to push it further.

Nero, for her part, seemed equally unwilling to speak at first.

She plopped into her seat with a dramatic sigh, crossing her arms before begrudgingly reaching for her fork.

Her pout still lingered, though it was now more of a quiet sulk than a dramatic tantrum.

"Mmm..." she muttered under her breath, her eyes darting to her food before quickly looking away from Charles. "I guess it's not that bad..."

The two of them ate in silence for a moment, each clearly still a bit upset but too embarrassed to continue their argument.

The usual playful tension between them had softened into an awkward, yet peaceful quiet.

Shiro, meanwhile, continued to work behind the counter, his eyes glancing over at the pair every now and then.

The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he saw the unusual calm settle over the cafeteria.

He might have been strict, but he knew that sometimes, a little silence after a confrontation was all it took to restore peace.

And so, for a brief moment, the cafeteria was calm—Charles and Nero sitting side by side, both quietly eating their breakfast, their earlier drama now nothing more than a distant memory.

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Author note: btw the setting of chapter is forward 3 day from the first they're meet each other. That why Nero and Charles is acting like old friend or maybe like old rival.

And why there's no a servant that interfere they're fighting? It's simple it's because they're wake up late and they're usually eat in 9:00 when usually the other servant is currently in the Simulation battle fight. Or you're cloud say that they're having a duel or just do some training.

And about the other servant Nero Mentioned, it's Zhuge Liang (Lord El Melloi II) and Alexander.

For zhuge Liang(lord El Melloi II), he is not a morning person in this fanfics because he is too busy when night. And about Alexander he just met Zhuge Liang and then Decided to walk with him to the cafeteria to accompany him.

The reason why they did not choose to interfere with Charles and Nero's affairs was also simple. That's because they are used to their antic.

Yes, Charles and Nero always acting like this when have breakfast or lunch.

What do you think about this chapter?

Well hope you're enjoying this chapter have nice day!

Next chapter should be Pov from Zhuge Liang and Alexander.

Since I'm wanting to try writing other pov.