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[duranduel]

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[duranduel]

Yeah, I get that...

[But he's a little flustered at the thought.]

You were worried about me?

[ercnerd]

Oh, did you hear that? These incidences are so troublesome . . .

[It's no skin off his nose if Mandricardo knows, though.]

Yeah. I was worried about you. Even like that, you were still fussing over me instead of taking a moment for yourself.

[duranduel]

...

[He was thinking about me...]

You're...a good man, Sieghart. But really, it's no trouble.

[ercnerd]

Haha. Did I say that it is?

[There's a pause. The only good thing about me is my swordsmanship. Then he lifts his head as they near the cafeteria.]

What are you in the mood for?

[duranduel]

[Eh? Sieghart....is thinking of himself so poorly...?]

Uh....um. I know you haven't eaten much over there...you can choose.

[ercnerd]

[He ignores that thought. He doesn't perceive it.]

I subsisted on kids' snacks for weeks. Anything here is going to taste good to me.

[Regardless, he doesn't fight with Mandricardo and enters the cafeteria, where he makes a beeline for a hamburger.]

[duranduel]

[He'll decide to go for a hamburger, too!]

Yeah, I don't know how you guys survived like that. Even I, who really doesn't need to eat, would probably die.

[ercnerd]

You're one of those, huh?

It's good that you still eat. Food is one of life's greatest pleasures; forgoing it would be a shame.

[Then he bites a chunk out of the hamburger and savors the flavor as he chews. Oh, that's good.]

[duranduel]

Yeah, Servants can eat. They don't need to. But eating is good...

[And just nodding as he gets ketchup for his.]

Do you know how to cook, Sieghart?

[ercnerd]

I prepare what I hunt when I'm on the road. Other than that, I don't really cook.

[duranduel]

Oh...well, I did that too, but you could at least spruce it up? Even stuff you hunt can be made into nice stuff...

[ercnerd]

That's Ronan's specialty. A bland meal is no good, but I don't do more than I have to.

[duranduel]

Ronan? A friend of yours?

[ercnerd]

He's a knight from my country. We traveled together for a while. Unlike my descendant, he's as great in the kitchen as he is on the battlefield.

[duranduel]

Your descendant? Still, that's pretty cool. He sounds like a talented man.

[ercnerd]

His only fault is that he doesn't understand jokes.

That's the problem with today's knights. Even Elesis is too stiff.

[duranduel]

A good sense of humor is that important? Surely one must be serious even in battle.

[ercnerd]

There's a difference between being stiff and serious. Of course you should be serious in battle. But someone who's unbending can break their companions' trust over a minor incident.

[duranduel]

Oh, so you mean, like...someone who isn't able to go with the flow?

[ercnerd]

[He nods as he chews on another bite of the hamburger.]

That's one way to look at it.

People are more at ease when they're with someone who can lighten the mood. Can you relax when someone's all wound up all the time? You can't.

[duranduel]

...

[Well, no wonder no one can relax around me, I think...]

I think that's a natural talent, though. To be someone who can be that extroverted...

[ercnerd]

Introverts can be witty, too. But I won't deny that some are better at it than others.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

I'm relaxed.

[duranduel]

...

How? I mean...how can you be relaxed? With everything happening...

[ercnerd]

I don't have a reason to wear my anger on my sleeve until the source of everyone's hardship appears before me. Until then, I'd rather enjoy the food and company of others.

[duranduel]

[It seems very strange to Mandricardo, who is consumed with the weight of failure and anxiety like, 24/7.]

...I wish I could be like that.