Fate/Stay BERSERK

Ch 21

Guts woke up with a groan. He pushed the blankets off the proceeded with his normal routine of rolling out of his bedroll and—

"AH, FUCK!" Guts shouted as he landed face first on the stone floor. He pushed himself up onto his knees and looked around. "Where the hell am—oh......" he started to remember that Arthur won the rebellion against Vortigern, claiming the castle as his own, and that the current room he was in was the one assigned to him by Arthur himself.

With a sigh, Guts stood up and started scavenging the pieces of his armor that laid on the floor before putting them on.
Just as he was finishing up on strapping down a gauntlet, a knock came from the door. The knock caught him off guard. Guts looked toward the bed and saw the grip of his sword laying against the wall. He reached for it and walked towards the door quietly. He unlocked the door and cracked it open a bit, not bothering to look through the crack.

"Yes?"

"Lord Guts! Please, forgive the intrusion. I didn't mean to interrupt what you were doing." A servant spoke with enough sincerity that Guts didn't need to open the door to know the man bowed his head.

"Lord?" Guts scoffed, lowering his sword and backing away as he opened the door completely, revealing the old servant. "I'm no one's lord."

"Of course you are, Lord Guts." The man bowed once again. "King Arthur Pendragon, first of his name, made you a Lord himself. You are of noble blood now, m'lord."

"Yeah but—never mind that!" Guts rubbed his head. To argue with this man would be like teaching a dog how to paint. "What do you want?"

"Ah, yes," The servant coughed before continuing. "King Arthur has summoned you to attend breakfast with him and the other members of the round table."

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"YO, GUTS!"

Mordred was the first person Guts heard as he walked into the chamber where a Roundtable was. All the knights, and mages, were each sitting in their own seats. Lancelot, Kay, Ector, Merlin, and Morgan sat beside one another while Arthur and Mordred sat on the sides of an empty chair. All dressed in their formal attire. All except Mordred, who still wore her revealing outfit.

"Good morning...." Guts spoke with uncertainty as he set his sword against the table before sitting down. Everyone was quiet, even Merlin who normally harassed him on a daily basis. They all stared at him with raised eyebrows except Mordred. "......What? Something on my face?"

"No, no, it's just that....." Kay spoke, trying to gather his words.

"Your wearing you're armor." Lancelot finished with a sigh and a borderline smile.

"What of it?" Guts asked, feeling like he was on the end of an interrogation session. "Merlin's wearing the same robes since I was recruited by Arthur, but I haven't said anything."

"I could change out of these robes if you wish~" Merlin spoke, leaning forward on her elbows. Guts sighed, leaning back against the chair. There was the Merlin he knew.

"Don't worry about them!" Mordred chuckled as she scooted closer to Guts. She smiled as she leaned in close to him. "They've been very pushy about 'proper etiquette' and all that."