"Master, are we heading to the village now?" Arthur Pendragon asked uncertainly. His voice was as gentle as ever, but Artoria somehow managed to sense a hint of eager anticipation beneath it.
Artoria figured that the ancient King of Britain was probably craving some good food and wanted a decent meal.
To be honest, after spending so long living like a savage out in the wilderness, he was also quite homesick for the village.
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