Mo Shuying turned and left. Souichirou Kuzuki watched him go, silently raising a hand. Countless ways to kill flashed through his mind. As a man, he had to avenge his woman! He'd make Mo Shuying understand the wrath of a "people's teacher."
But then Medea reached out, taking Souichirou's hand, and looked at him with eyes like water, shaking her head.
"Souichirou-sama... Kojiro's Tsubame Gaeshi couldn't even break through his defenses just now. Let it go."
Souichirou replied, "Hmph, I'll let him off the hook this time. Come on, I'll tend to your injuries."
Souichirou claimed this wasn't cowardice; it was mainly because his wife was too beautiful, and he was afraid she'd leave him.
"Yes~ Souichirou-sama~"
Medea happily nestled into Souichirou Kuzuki's embrace. The current situation was the best it could be. Not only did she not resent Mo Shuying, but she felt a hint of gratitude for him sparing them.
Outside the door.
Sasaki Kojiro, still looking puzzled at his long katana, turned around. He eyed the unharmed Mo Shuying, wondering if he should try again.
But Medea's command came through.
Don't cause trouble! See him off!
Sasaki Kojiro's eyelid twitched. Then he sheathed his katana and stood aside.
"Hmph, don't let the door hit you on the way out."
"Heh."
Mo Shuying smiled at him. He didn't try to attack again to see if he could get a Class Card; the chances were slim for such an early Heroic Spirit.
Anyway, there was another Assassin among the 7 newly appearing Heroic Spirits. If all else failed, he'd consider Sasaki.
Mo Shuying gave Sasaki a playful smile. Sasaki felt a chill down his spine and his buttocks clench. He watched Mo Shuying with extreme vigilance, then saw him activate Presence Concealment and disappear down the mountain.
This guy...
Sasaki, a bead of cold sweat on his forehead, felt a lingering fear. The other party hadn't shown any killing intent, yet he gave him an incredibly dangerous feeling. This feeling... was not good.
"I'm home."
As evening approached, Mo Shuying returned to the Emiya Residence. As soon as he entered, he saw Illya there, with Heracles standing beside her.
"You're back? Come, come, come, Illya brought cake. If you came back any later, there wouldn't be any left."
Tohsaka Rin was delicately eating cake with a fork, seemingly enjoying herself.
Most of the others were in a similar state, especially Saber. Her ahoge was still swaying, truly showing no sense of crisis.
"Oh, save me a small piece. Where's Emiya?"
Mo Shuying asked.
Tohsaka Rin pointed to the inner room.
"He's cooking in the kitchen. There are a lot of people, so he needs to prepare in advance."
"Okay, I'll go check on him. I'll be right back."
Mo Shuying walked into the inner room and soon saw Emiya busy in the kitchen.
"Yo."
He went up to greet him. Emiya turned around to see Mo Shuying, giving a wry smile while flipping food in the pan. It seemed that dinner for over a dozen people was still a bit stressful for Emiya.
"I bought some food on the way back, consider it a household subsidy."
Mo Shuying waved his hand, and the area next to the refrigerator was instantly piled high with various ingredients. Emiya's expression darkened even further at the sight of so much food.
"You can do it, young man, I believe in you! Oh dear~ It's embarrassing, but I can't cook either, so I really can't help you. Take your time, don't rush, you can do it!"
With that, Mo Shuying turned and ran. As he was about to leave the room, he heard Emiya Shirou's scream.
"Fukuda!!"
Mo Shuying shook his head.
"Poor kid... I hope no more people join us... Huh? Rin! Where's the cake you said you'd save for me?"
Mo Shuying walked out of the room and frowned at the empty cake plate.
Tohsaka Rin extended a hand and pointed at Saber.
"Saber!!"
Mo Shuying gritted his teeth! This glutton was truly a bottomless pit!
At dinner, Emiya had prepared a large spread, and everyone gathered around the big table again.
Even Heracles was seated, though chopsticks looked like toothpicks in his hands, and the rice bowl seemed miniature. He looked at the bowl in his hand with a puzzled expression, then—
"Ah."
He threw the entire bowl, rice and all, into his mouth.
"Ah!! Berserker! You can't eat that! Spit it out!"
Illya pounced towards Heracles, but what was swallowed, Heracles couldn't spit out.
With this little commotion, the atmosphere during dinner remained lively, except for Red Archer, who was constantly nitpicking.
"Mmm, these asparagus are a bit undercooked, still a bit raw. And the clams in this miso soup are too small, not a good choice. This soft tofu should be blanched to get rid of the beany smell, and this…"
*CRACK!*
Emiya Shirou, his face dark, snapped the chopsticks in his hand. The weariness of the entire afternoon finally exploded.
"You're so good at talking! Why don't you cook next time?!"
Everyone turned to look at Red Archer. But that guy had a thick skin; he calmly took a sip of soup and then said,
"I can't."
"Tch!"
A chorus of jeers followed.
Mo Shuying truly felt disdain. For Red Archer, as the future Emiya Shirou, to say he couldn't cook was absolutely false. Some skills, like cooking, only become more refined with time.
Dinner ended with Emiya Shirou in a bad mood, but thankfully, he didn't have to do the dishes. The girls all scurried into the kitchen to clean up. Watching those adorable young women made Mo Shuying's mood brighten considerably.
Taking advantage of the free time, Mo Shuying picked up the remote and turned on the TV. The Fuyuki City evening news was on, and the first thing they reported was:
"Breaking news: This afternoon, Eastern police cracked a counterfeit currency circulation case. The suspect is a foreign woman who was arrested when she tried to deposit fake money at the bank. Here's what happened."
The scene changed.
"Ah! This money isn't mine! I'm a victim too! I've been wronged! You bastards! Just you wait!"
On screen, a short-haired girl in a business suit, her face pixelated, was being restrained by two police officers, preventing her from struggling. Behind the girl stood a helpless Cú Chulainn, though only viewers watching the TV could see him; the ordinary people at the scene hadn't noticed.
Mo Shuying recognized Bazett at a glance.
Perhaps out of fear of exposure, Bazett couldn't use force to escape. In the end, she was escorted into a police car by the officers. Amidst the blare of sirens and the applause of the crowd, she was taken away.
Mo Shuying: "…"
Beside him, Luvia, who claimed to be a refined young lady who never lifted a finger, frowned and said,
"That's Bazett, isn't it?! It must be Bazett! Hahahaha! Did that idiot turn to crime because she ran out of money? Counterfeit money? Depositing counterfeit money at the bank? Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter!"
Luvia ungracefully collapsed to the floor, rolling around and clutching her stomach. She seemed to have heard the funniest joke of the year.
Mo Shuying reached up to rub his forehead. He really hadn't expected Bazett to go to a bank to deposit money.
He had given Bazett real money, but it was also all sequential serial numbers. As soon as the bank's audit department saw it…
It was over!
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