what if, you become a servant in Chaldea?

Zhuge Liang and Alexander POV:

From a nearby table, Zhuge Liang sat with a cup of tea in hand, his usual composed demeanor unshaken even as Charles and Nero's voices filled the cafeteria.

He raised an eyebrow as Nero declared her "Emperor's right" to claim the food, and Charles dramatically countered with his "justice." The scene before him was, to put it mildly, absurd.

"Honestly..." Zhuge Liang muttered, rubbing his temple as he set his cup down. His tone was dry, bordering on exasperated.

"Is it too much to ask for a quiet breakfast? Watching those two is like witnessing children fight over the last cookie."

Beside him, Alexander—seated casually with his chin resting on his fist—was grinning ear to ear, thoroughly enjoying the show. He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement as Nero's dramatic declarations grew louder.

"Hah! This is great!" he said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

"Look at them—two rulers battling for their pride and their breakfast. That's the kind of passion I admire!"

Zhuge Liang shot him a sideways glance, clearly unimpressed.

"Passion? It's food, Alexander. Not a battlefield strategy. They're embarrassing themselves in front of everyone… though, now that I think about it, perhaps we're the ones truly burdened. As the unfortunate witnesses to this farce, it's our sanity on the line."

He sipped his tea again with a weary sigh, his gaze flicking toward the overly dramatic scene of Nero puffing her cheeks and Charles defend his meal indignantly.

Alexander laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair.

"You don't get it, Lord El-Melloi. This isn't just about food—it's about the spirit of competition! Two leaders refusing to back down—it's practically a duel of wills!"

Zhuge Liang sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"A duel of wills," he repeated, his tone flat.

"More like a duel of egos. If archer doesn't step in, we might need to start drafting peace treaties for cafeteria disputes."

When Shiro's piercing glare finally silenced the two troublemakers, Zhuge Liang gave a satisfied nod, sipping his tea again as the calm returned.

"Ah, there it is. Order restored. Perhaps now I can enjoy my tea in peace."

Alexander, however, wasn't done with his commentary. As Charles and Nero sulkily returned to their seats, he leaned toward Zhuge Liang with a mischievous grin.

"You've got to admit, though, it's impressive how much energy they put into arguing over breakfast. Maybe I should challenge them to a real duel sometime. I bet it'd be fun!"

(Author: maybe I should Add the duel between Alexander vs Charles in futures chapter)

Zhuge Liang gave him a long, tired look.

"If you do, please make sure I'm nowhere near to witness it."

Alexander just laughed, slapping the table lightly as he went back to his meal, clearly delighted by the morning's unexpected entertainment.

Zhuge Liang, meanwhile, shook his head and silently resolved to avoid the cafeteria during breakfast for the foreseeable future.

(Author:huh I thinking this should be good to add the pov from Shiro)

Meanwhile Shiro POV:

The cafeteria was usually a peaceful place in the morning especially as the breakfast time is over. Shiro wiped down the counter, he took a moment to glance around, appreciating the quiet hum of activity. At least, until two particularly loud voices shattered the calm.

He spotted them immediately: Nero, striding in with her usual flair, practically glowing with energy, and Charles, just behind her, his expression already carrying the faint shadow of annoyance. Shiro let out a quiet sigh, instinctively bracing himself.

"Great," he thought, his lips tightening slightly. "The Emperor and the King of Britannia. This can only mean trouble."

(Author: Poor Shiro, Every day when he do his job, he was to stop them from making a fuss after Charles was summoned )

(Author: funfact, Even though Nero himself was used to making noise, it didn't bother Shiro that much. But after Charles I was summoned and they're ultimately become Duo of childish kings. That's makes him had headache over time)

He didn't need to hear their exact words to understand what was coming. The way Nero immediately pointed at the nearest table of food with her trademark "Umu!" and Charles's immediate frown told him everything he needed to know. Still, he hoped—futilely—that maybe this time, they'd behave like adults.

(Author: c'mon man y'know them better)

Shiro tried to focus on his work, but it was impossible to ignore the growing commotion. Nero's voice rang out first, loud and theatrical as ever, followed by Charles's sharper, more indignant tone. Their words soon became clear enough to piece together the absurdity of their fight.

(Author:I did told you did I?)

"Over food," Shiro thought, setting down the towel he'd been holding. "Of course it's over food."

The rest of the cafeteria began to take notice, too.the other servant exchanged amused glances, while others servant looked vaguely uncomfortable. Shiro's expression tightened further as Nero declared her "Emperor's right" to claim the meal, and Charles retaliated with dramatic accusations of theft.

(Author:the servant Shiro mentioned is zhuge Liang and Alexander. Hopefully you're not misunderstood it)

"I give them five seconds before they start shouting," he muttered under his breath.

When Nero puffed out her chest and loudly proclaimed her "inevitable victory," and Charles responded by slamming his hand on the table, Shiro realized it was time to step in. With a deep sigh, he left the counter, striding toward them with a calm but determined gait.

Shiro didn't bother raising his voice; he didn't need to. As he approached the table, the sheer force of his presence was enough to make both Charles and Nero pause mid-argument. Their heads snapped toward him, and he fixed them with a flat, unimpressed stare.

"Alright, you two. Stop it right now," he said firmly, his tone sharp but controlled.

Charles blinked, clearly surprised by Shiro's sudden appearance, while Nero huffed, looking more irritated at being interrupted than anything else. Shiro crossed his arms, his gaze steady as he continued.

"You're causing a scene in the cafeteria,"

he said, his voice carrying just enough authority to silence any protests.

"No more fighting over food—just sit down and share it like normal people."

Nero pouted, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she muttered something about being the Emperor, but Shiro's unyielding glare quickly cut her off. Charles, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to argue, but one glance at Shiro's stern expression made him think better of it.

Once he was satisfied that neither of them would push the issue further, Shiro turned on his heel and began walking back toward the counter. He could feel their eyes on him as he left, but he didn't bother looking back. His job was done, and he had no intention of sticking around to referee further.

As Shiro walked back toward the counter, satisfied that he had put an end to the commotion, he allowed himself a small sigh of relief. The cafeteria seemed to settle back into its usual hum, and he was ready to return to his work.

(Author: No you're not settled things)

But just as he picked up his towel, his ears caught the unmistakable sound of Nero's dramatic voice rising again, followed by Charles's sharp retort. His footsteps slowed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he listened to their exchange.

(Author:see? I told you before)

Shiro's jaw tightened as their voices grew louder, and he turned back to face them, his expression darkening. With a deliberate, measured pace, he glared them from the counter, his glared immediately cutting through the noise like a blade, then with a heavy sigh he open his mouth and say.

"Enough," he said, his voice sharp and commanding.

The single word carried such weight that it felt as though the entire cafeteria had fallen silent. Charles froze mid-sentence, his mouth still half-open, while Nero's hand, poised dramatically in the air, slowly lowered. Both of them instinctly turned

their gaze to look at Shiro, their faces a mix of embarrassment and guilt.

Shiro's glare was steady, his eyes piercing as he scanned the two of them. He didn't raise his voice, but the sheer authority in his tone made it clear that he wasn't going to tolerate any more nonsense.

Without another word, Charles and Nero both sank back into their seats, their earlier energy completely extinguished. They exchanged awkward glances then they're talking something with lower tone, and then they're turning their attention to their food with exaggerated focus.

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Author note:phew, this take a lot time to do another POV, man I'm starving now. what about their personality? I hope they're still in track.

Well hope you're enjoying this chapter, have nice day:)