Fate: Emiya the Host

Shirou appeared thoughtful, "It's not exactly hard to eat."

Because it was a nutritious meal carefully prepared for Illya, although it couldn't be considered delicious, and the taste was even unique, it wasn't to the point of being hard to swallow.

The problem was with the method.

"I knew it couldn't be that bad. The young lady eats it every day…"

"Don't get too happy too soon,"

Shirou sensed the magical energy accumulated in his body and confirmed he could operate it precisely. He was confident that under his EX-level culinary skills, he could make a dish within ten minutes that wouldn't cause Illya any pain.

The premise being—

"Crack two eggs for me, sprinkle a small amount of table salt, chop some green onions, and prepare brown rice."

"What are you trying to do?", Sella asked doubtfully.

Shirou rolled up his sleeves, "To convince you with heart and mouth."

While still suspicious, Sella got to work.

"Brown rice, eggs, green onions? Never even heard of this kind of dish, doesn't sound healthy."

"Rest assured, egg fried rice is absolutely healthy."

That's right, to complete a dish within ten minutes, simple and tasty. A childhood memory, egg fried rice was second to none.

Although he could have made noodles, Shirou wanted to make fried rice.

Once Sella had prepared the ingredients, Shirou stepped up.

This was a traditional firewood stove, something already obsolete in his era.

At that time, every household had gas stoves, at the very least gas or induction cookers.

Come to think of it, this was his first time using a firewood stove. But he still handled it with ease.

Cooking Skill: EX

As long as it was related to cooking, even the kitchen itself was his tool for making food.

"Help me tie the apron," It wasn't that Shirou didn't want to tie it himself, but that he wanted to minimize unnecessary movements.

Sella had no objections and took off her own apron.

"If you dirty it, you'll have to buy me a new one!", Sella warned fiercely.

This was her treasured item she'd had for a long time.

Shirou said coldly, "Give up, aprons are made to get dirty."

Though his aprons usually remained quite clean while cooking.

"Tch!", Sella clicked her tongue in annoyance and came behind Shirou, wrapping the apron around his waist.

At this moment, they appeared very close. From a distance, the two looked like a newlywed couple, particularly intimate.

Sella suddenly realized that even as a Servant, he had a normal human body temperature, and his body moved slightly with each breath.

"Not done yet?", Shirou asked naturally. He was about to pour in cooking oil.

"Almost," Sella's eyes flickered, quickly tying a delicate bow at Shirou's back, and maliciously thought, 'Wearing a woman's apron, so this is a hero, huh~'

"All done," Sella clapped her hands and stepped back.

"Let me see your dark cuisine, Berserker."

'Already decided it's dark cuisine?'

'Human, I can only say, you know nothing about my true nature.'

Shirou didn't comment, and began operating.

He heated the wok and poured in the right amount of cooking oil.

Just these two movements had Sella firmly captivated.

Some people are drawn to the athlete's grace when watching basketball, some are attracted to the pianist's elegance, some to the feminine charm of dancers.

Right now, Sella shared that feeling.

Shirou's cooking movements were like an artistic performance that one couldn't bear to interrupt.

There wasn't a single doubtful move, completely natural.

So fluid that it cleared her vision.

'No doubt!'

Sella clenched her hands, her heart pounding.

'This is exactly the posture I have imagined, the most perfect stance in the kitchen.'

'Beautiful, elegant, sincere.'

'Berserker…Servant, is he really just a familiar?'

'Maybe just a bit too fierce in aura?'

'He's entirely human…'

Thinking of humans, Sella's red pupils dimmed slightly.

'They are all the same, not even worthy of being called people.'

'Berserker is better, at least he used to be human, only after death…'

"All done," Stylishly placing the last few plump, glistening grains of rice into the bowl, Shirou set down the spatula.

"Come and try it, Sella. Oh, and fried rice should definitely be eaten with a spoon!"

"Berserker!", As Sella swallowed her saliva, her gaze became wary.

"Hmm?", Shirou tilted his head.

"Did you cast some kind of magic on the rice? Why is it glowing?"

"What are you talking about?", Shirou replied with a completely serious face, "Since when do dishes glow? You must be mistaken."

"No way!", Sella protested angrily, pointing at the egg fried rice, "It's glowing right in front of me!"

"No, it's a problem with your vision. There's no such thing as glowing food in this world," Shirou lied with a straight face.

"Really?", Hearing Shirou say that, even Sella began to doubt herself a little.

"Absolutely," Shirou said, "Can't you see how crystal clear this bowl of rice is?"

"Y-yes, it is," Sella said uncertainly.

"So, it's because the rice is coated in oil and refracts the light from the lamp. You've studied it, right? Light refraction?"

"O-of course," Sella glanced elsewhere, "L-light theory, I've totally studied that. Just now I was testing how capable you, this Servant, really are. Haha, looks like you barely pass."

"That's good," Shirou wanted to smile, but absolute rationality quickly hid his emotions, so he could only speak in a neutral tone, "Still not eating? I'm waiting for the head maid of the Einzbern family to give her review."

"Then…I won't hold back," Sella picked up the bowl.

"Remember what I said, use a spoon," Shirou reminded.

"Don't treat me like someone incapable of self-care, nameless Berserker," Sella picked up the spoon. Seeing Shirou watching her, she bashfully turned her back.

Her waist was startlingly slender, wrapped in the Einzbern maid's uniform. Although her thighs were tightly covered, the contours were beautiful.

Attractive from top to bottom.

She also had a tall figure, about 165 cm.

"Gulp~"

While Shirou was observing her, Sella had no time to notice, her eyes were completely drawn to the blindingly radiant egg fried rice.

The enticing aroma, each plump grain of rice, eggs blooming like flowers, how was one supposed to take the first bite?

'It is practically art!'

———

On the other side, the sleeping Illya twitched her little nose, sniffing hard at the air.

It felt like she was dreaming.

Dreaming of Kiritsugu and Irisviel coming to take her out to play, building snowmen outside the castle.

Irisviel wanted to drive, she went to stop her, proudly pulling out her driver's license.

That's right. During the time when Irisviel and Kiritsugu abandoned her, Illya had already passed her driving test, and could now truly drive by herself.

So now she could mock Irisviel mama all she wanted.

"Mama… Kiritsugu…", Illya curled up, hugging the pillow tightly, no smile on her face. Tears unknowingly slid down her skin, whiter than snow.

"Don't… leave Illya! It's… so cold…"

———

"Mmm~"

Just one bite, and an indescribable sensation exploded on her taste buds.

Only one mouthful, and she couldn't stop.

Bite after bite, until the spoon clinked crisply against the bottom of the bowl.

'That's… it?'

Sella licked her pink tongue, washed the bowl clean, and only after turning it upside down for a while did she finally give up.

"Hey! You smug Servant who's not even smiling, I know you're proud. That was too little. There's no way that's enough to replenish energy. At least make ten pounds of it," she scolded.

"Mm," Shirou didn't smile, but still nodded seriously, "Cooking, no matter how much you want to eat, leave it to me."

"Don't be so cocky!"

Sella refused instantly, full of fighting spirit, "I admit you're better now, but… one day I'll surpass you and take back the cooking duties for the young lady."

'Already convinced before even starting?'

Then Shirou could only say one thing, "Sorry for the poor hospitality."

═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═

patreon.com/AmbitiousTranslator

🥳Joining Patreon keeps me motivated and eager to work diligently, so please consider joining.🥰 You can access upto 20 advance chapter through Patreon.

https://discord.gg/bYAfGyp98y