End

Gilgamesh got up and left after having washed himself. His toned body was clean and peerless and he boasted that it would took a while for even Ritsuka to reach his level. He respected him, clearly, but was ignorant to Ritsuka's discomfort.

"I shall see you next time, Ritsuka Fujimaru." With that said, the king rose to his feet, golden hair dripping with water, and left without a towel.

He just...doesn't seem to care. Is it because we're in ancient times? I guess there isn't as much modesty.

Ritsuka grumbled to himself but eventually followed suite. He returned to the small abode where he and Mash were staying. The attractive young woman greeted him with a bright smile.

"Hello, Senpai!" Instantly, perhaps due to their Master-Servant connection, she was concerned. "You look down. Is everything alright?"

Fou jumped on Mash's shoulder and made a sound in agreement. He used to a finger to scratch the creature's chin, hearing Fou purr.

"It's nothing, Mash, Fou." He stopped the petting and sighed. Fou was convinced but his Servant wasn't. Even so, he headed to bed. He didn't even want to think about what happened regarding him, Gilgamesh, and Siduri.