My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

Eriri Sawamura, the rich heiress and doujinshi artist who had just been spouting nonsense, stared blankly at the scene, her chopsticks falling to the ground.

Before her, the blond youth devoured the food in front of him with an elegant yet swift manner, his plates piled high, yet he showed no sign of rudeness.

Unbelievable! How can anyone eat so much?!

In that case, all that boasting I just made would be... Eriri thought about the money she got from selling the notebooks and her allowance, and realized she had more than enough, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, eating like that every day is definitely not feasible; in that case, she certainly couldn't afford to support Arthur Seba.

"thanks for treatment!"

He devoured the last plate of food, ignoring the stunned looks on the faces of those around him. Arthur maintained his gentle yet cheerful smile and, mimicking the Japanese, clasped his hands together in prayer.

Eriri leaned in close and noticed that Arthur's stomach hadn't even changed shape: "Where did all the food you ate go?! Is your stomach connected to another dimension?! Damn it!"

"If you put it that way... I converted the food into energy. Anyway, thank you so much. I haven't eaten this much in a long time."

"So you haven't been eating enough all this time? No wonder your salary didn't bankrupt you."

Eriri discovers that with Arthur's appetite, not just anyone can afford to feed him!

"Hey, you're supposed to be a knight who can even defeat a demon boar, how come you can't even afford to eat? Apologize to the knight characters in ACG for me, damn it!"

"Sorry, sorry," Arthur laughed. "Even with power, one must abide by order. I've been working diligently, you know."

"That's strange of you."

Eriri rested her chin on her hands and looked at Arthur.

He's so powerful, strong enough to easily defeat a multi-story-high demonic boar, yet he's willing to abide by modern order, refusing to plunder with violence, restraining his desires, and following his heart. This guy is a true knight, not just someone who calls himself one.

"Are there knights now?" Eriri swung her legs. "How did you live before? Were you living deep in the mountains?"

"Yes, that makes sense. In short, it's in a place far away from humans."

Both Valhalla and Chaldea can be considered in this way.

"correct!"

Eriri actually had many questions, but she felt that Arthur probably wouldn't answer them. However, looking at the very handsome young man, she felt a burst of inspiration. She took out her sketchbook and pen: "If you don't mind, could you be my model? I've already thought of the theme for my next... cough, manga!"

"I can pay you!"

The blonde girl's blue eyes were sparkling.

"Didn't you treat me to a meal? That's fine."

"Hey, knights originated in Europe, which country are you a knight from?" The image of blue and white armor flashed through my mind.

"Britain."

His tone was calm.

"England?! My father's country!" Eriri exclaimed in surprise, tapping her forehead with the eraser on her pencil. "Actually, I'm half British too, even though my English is terrible."

"The most famous knights in England are probably King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Even if I don't know much about them, I've heard of them, since they're frequently used in anime and manga."

"Hmm, is that so?" The reply sounded rather perfunctory.

“Really!” Eriri put her hands on the table, and when she opened her mouth, her two little tiger teeth were really cute. “As far as I know, there are ‘xxx’ and ‘XXXX’... which can be considered popular genres.”

"Haha." Arthur chuckled twice. "If they knew you liked it, they'd be happy too."

Eriri pouted and whispered, "I don't think so."

Anyone would be angry if they were portrayed like that.

"Could it be—you are a descendant of the Knights of the Round Table?!" Eriri exclaimed, a sudden realization dawning on her. "That's why you were trained as a knight and inherited the abilities of the Knights of the Round Table?"

"Just let it be."

"Hey, that's way too perfunctory."

"A little bit."

"I'm going to give you a bad review, you bastard!"

……

Before she knew it, Eriri had drawn and sketched quite a bit in her sketchbook. She rested her chin on the sketchbook, while the young man in front of her remained as calm and collected as ever, seemingly unaffected by anything.

"Actually, if the real Knights of the Round Table came to the present day, they probably wouldn't be happy either."

Eriri didn't know anything about knightly legends before, and could only be considered a fan of the two-dimensional world. But after being saved by the young man who was a knight, she crammed a lot of knowledge, including the famous legend of King Arthur.

"After all, modern British people are descendants of Saxons, who were actually the enemies of the British in the past."

"The Knights of the Round Table might be very angry if they knew."

Arthur's gaze was calm.

"..."

"Do not."

"He's happy when he sees everyone smiling."

Arthur smiled, as if surrounded by light, the clear sky in his eyes turning a soft turquoise because of the light.

At this moment, he neither resembled a knight nor a prince.

"Like a king."

Eriri, who was already home and lying in bed, gave this assessment.

As his fingers traced the image he had sketched in a moment of inspiration, he saw a king in armor smiling, all the glory in the world gathered upon him.

Sincerity, dignity, and kindness.

That was a king who wielded a glorious sword and vanquished all evil in the world.

Not a knight, nor a prince, Arthur at that moment resembled a lonely and aloof king.

"Arthur...King?"

"how could it be possible."

After all, in Britain, there are as many people named Arthur as in Japan, such as Aoi or Nagi.

Eriri rolled over and covered her forehead with her hand.

"How about we draw a fanfic about the Knights of the Round Table?"

The next day, Eriri went out with huge dark circles under her eyes.

"They said they'd be drawing fan-made comics about the Knights of the Round Table, but they ended up drawing a comic book version of the Arthurian legend. Will this really sell?"

Despite saying that, Eriri still carefully packed up the few passionate works she had rushed out the night before and held them in her arms, intending to bind them properly.

No matter what, it's my hard work!

"I always felt like we were from completely different worlds."

Turning to the first page, a king holding a golden sword looks back in the moonlight, his cloak behind him like a vast blue sky.

We probably won't meet again.

Eriri thought.

then……

"Good morning, Eriri." Arthur waved and smiled as he went out to throw out the trash.

How could we possibly not run into each other!

This guy is even working at a roadside coffee shop!