Bitter-Sweet

Bitter-Sweet

Two figures exited Chaldea's recreation room, having enjoyed a game of fidchell for a couple of hours. They were Fergus mac Roich, the former King of Ulster and current lover of Connacht's queen Medb, and Connla, the 'son' of Ireland's most famous hero Cuchulainn. By 'son', it meant that Connla had been born a girl, but after her tragic death by Cuchulainn's own hand, he asked the local historians to pass down the story of her being born a boy to disguise the truth. Fergus and Connla never met when they were alive, but due to their connections with Cuchulainn, they became a tight unit almost immediately. While they weren't blood relatives whatsoever, Fergus insisted on Connla referring to him as an uncle figure, perhaps to mimic the days when he raised and trained Cuchulainn.

"Hah hah hah, that was a good game, kiddo!" Fergus laughed.

"You think so?" Connla murmured.

"Of course. You thoroughly trounced me each and every time, but that just reassures me that you'll be a great tactician when you grow up."

"Can Servants even age to begin with?"

"Sure they can. There are so many loopholes in the summoning system, I'm sure there's some way we can figure out how to make you become the lady you're meant to be."

"Hmmm... I don't know about that. Besides, I think you were going easy to let me win on purpose."

"Whoops. Looks like you saw right through me! Hah hah hah!"

Connla pouted, "You think I wouldn't notice? Next time, give me an actual challenge! The whole point of fidchell is to improve one's abilities against a smarter opponent! I can't do that if you're letting me win! That's not how the real world works, you know!"

"Okay, okay," Fergus relented. "The next time we play, Uncle Fergus will show you how formidable he can be as Ulster's former king!"

"You should've just did that from the start..."

As they turned the corner to head to the cafeteria, that was when they heard a woman's voice cry out in obvious distress, "What did you just say!?"

"You heard me. Master would die if she associated herself with a jealous lava swimmer like yourself. The moment she tried to take a bath with you, she would be scalded to death. What would happen with resolving the Incineration of Humanity if our one and only hope was killed by a lizard pretending to be her lover? Ahh, I think I would die of shame if I allowed such pettiness to get the better of me," a second woman coolly and coldly retorted.

"I don't believe this! You have no right to talk to me like that!"

"I'm a queen. I can say whatever the hell I want, to whomever I want."

Fergus and Connla glanced at each other. They didn't know who the first woman with the shrill voice was, but they instantly recognized the second woman with the nonchalant tone. The former cringed and said, "Uh oh. Medb's going at it again. We better stop her before it can get any worse."

The duo hurried down the hall to the scene of the argument. They discovered a familiar pink-haired woman in white clothes arguing with a Japanese priestess who had similarly long and smooth locks of aqua hair. The queen was obviously getting the upper hand in this fight, judging by her confident smile and prideful gait compared to the priestess' visibly angered expression.

"Queen Medb and... Ms. Kiyohime?" Connla wondered, not expecting to see these two Servants together.

"What's the matter?" Fergus asked his lover. "It's not good to see such lovely ladies ruining their beauty with such needless quarrelling."