Fate: Emiya the Host

"Please wait a bit longer," After saying this to them, Shirou began preparing the main course.

Tomato sauce spaghetti.

It counted as one of the common Western dishes.

Boil the spaghetti until eighty percent done, take it out, drain the water, then pour olive oil into the pot… Luckily, Sella had made this kind of food before, so there was olive oil.

First add the minced garlic into the hot olive oil to stir-fry until fragrant, then add tomato sauce and continue frying; once the aroma comes out, add water.

When the water reaches boiling, put in the spaghetti, sprinkle salt and black pepper powder...

"Gulp~", Illya was already swallowing saliva.

After stirring evenly, Shirou sprinkled a bit of Parmesan cheese powder, the tomato sauce spaghetti was now done.

Delicate plating, placed together with the salad, then he began making onion soup.

"Berserker, how.... is there more?", Illya was dissatisfied.

"A little more patience, Master. I want you to have a pleasant dining experience. Also, Liz, please add some firewood to the fireplace."

He was now shredding onions, his knife skills were exquisite.

Sella watched, biting her nails, drawing circles to curse him for slicing his hand.

Liz, who had gone to add firewood, returned. Shirou caught sight of it from the corner of his eye, and his eyelid twitched, he almost really cut his hand.

Too much firewood was added to the fireplace, it was about to burn the wall. Fortunately, Illya saw it and asked the other maids to handle it.

Once his heart settled down, Shirou put the shredded onions into a bowl and set it aside.

The beef broth wasn't ready yet; the onion soup had to be set aside for now.

The time he freed up was just right to make desserts.

He needed to make more dessert, at least enough for everyone in the Einzbern household to eat.

Gourmet food was meant to be enjoyed together.

This was a big project. However, considering that the beef broth, once ready, still required the onion soup to simmer for an hour, doing so would make the timing just right.

For dessert, Sella made pudding, so Shirou could consider tiramisu and waffles.

Needless to say, it could only be waffles. Not only due to ingredient issues, but also time.

Tiramisu needed 4–6 hours of refrigeration; waffles could be eaten right after baking.

Shirou moved very quickly and asked Illya to call a few maids to help him.

By this time, Sella had already finished making the French caramel pudding.

Illya ate pudding while watching Shirou lead the maids, with Sella joining in under the excuse of secretly learning.

———

Two hours later, the beef broth was done stewing.

The waffles were also almost done, two per person.

Two and a half hours later, adding in the leftover time, it was now close to 9 p.m.

In the purely white, clean Einzbern great dining hall, which had no decorations except for tables and chairs, Illya sat at the center, below her were dozens of homunculi, with waffles on plates, their own made pasta, and the broth prepared by Shirou.

Today's dining time was two hours later than usual.

In the past, when they ate, their expressions were mechanical, only eating to maintain bodily functions.

Now, after a bite of waffle, expressions finally appeared.

"Haha," Illya laughed, eating the salad Shirou made. Sella fed her pasta beside her. Liz and Shirou sat together eating, close to her.

Biting off a piece of pasta, Illya held a silver fork and leaned toward Shirou, saying, "You're quite the interesting Servant, completely different from that blonde Servant I saw before."

"All Servants are different," Shirou quickly and precisely enjoyed his dinner.

"Judging the present with the eyes of the past is not advisable."

"Boring," Illya didn't want to hear this. She bent her calves, curled up into the small skirt on the stool.

This way, her fair and slender calves couldn't be seen.

But the reason she did this movement was to get closer to Shirou.

"Berserker, you did well today. Illya temporarily approves of you. Tomorrow there's a trial arranged by the clan head, you'll go with me."

Shirou nodded.

Illya continued, "Of course, you don't have to do anything in the trial. Illya will handle everything."

"Huh?", A question mark appeared above Shirou's head.

'Leaving the Servant aside and fighting by yourself, you want to face off against a Servant?'

"No need to be so surprised," Illya smiled adorably, "Although Berserker is kind of interesting, Illya still doesn't trust you yet… after all, I don't even know your True Name."

Shirou had nothing to say.

Did he dare reveal his name?

———

After the meal… Illya entered the giant bathhouse to bathe.

Liz stood beside her. Illya glanced around and asked, "Where's Sella?"

"She… Berserker… together," Liz's tone carried a faint sense of resentment.

'So unfair, not allowing me to get close, but constantly approaching him herself.'

"So unfair," Illya laughed carelessly, "Sella is obviously Illya's, yet she doesn't care about Illya at all."

"No… not," Liz explained, her voice soft and gentle, "Sella… is helping Berserker arrange… a room."

"Arrange a room?"

Illya frowned, "What does that mean? Shouldn't he be spirit form-ing inside Illya's body?"

Liz tilted her head, "Don't know."

"Hmm?"

"Berserker said… he can't spirit form."

"What?", Illya stood up from the bath all of a sudden.

"What kind of… no wait," Illya quickly calmed down, "Can't spirit form? That's interesting."

She lay back on the surface of the pool, expression joyful, "Just like a second-generation Servant. Eats a lot, can't spirit form, haha…"

———

Sella hugged a quilt; Shirou followed behind her.

Now he could move freely, do things that consumed magical energy, and it seemed Illya could handle it.

There was a trial tomorrow. He planned to train all night tonight. Naturally, the system would take over.

Anyway, a Servant's body doesn't get tired, practically a perfect labor machine.

Originally, he was going to head outside, so there was no need to arrange a room.

But when Sella heard he couldn't spirit form, although she was a bit shocked, she quickly calmed down, said nothing, and helped arrange a room and make the bed.

Clearly, the King of Britain had given them some experience in this area.

"Miss is next door. We're right next to Miss. No matter what happens, we must protect her at the first moment!", Sella said, "As a Servant, this much should be doable, right?"

"Of course," Shirou looked around the room.

It was twice the size of his bedroom. The oil painting on the wall was elegant and classy.

Einzbern Castle, Shirou's first impression was that they didn't lack money. Then came the feeling: they really didn't lack money.

He didn't know how they made money, was it something he could learn?

He admitted, he was a bit obsessed with money. That has nothing to do with whether one lacks money or not. Any man wouldn't mind having more.

Especially Shirou, who didn't have any.

Outside the window, snowflakes continued to fall. The green pines stood firm like rocks… This was Shirou's reason for wanting to train martial arts outside.

Just think about it, what man could resist the allure of sword dancing in the snow?

He just wanted to do what all boys loved to do, not trying to show off.

If high jump were replaced with sword dancing in the snow, he'd absolutely practice every day.

Dance once, snow once. Dance once, snow once. Way more interesting than boring old high jump.

'Right, system?'

System: ["…"]

["Begin hosting with the goal of learning "Sword Dance"?"]

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