Chapter 163 Shirou Marry Me
"Shirou, by the way, where's Mor-chan? I haven't seen her all day," Eriri asked, swinging her twin tails as she searched for the mischievous girl who had caused her a lot of trouble but also shared hardships with her.
Shirou explained, "Oh, she already went back to Chaldea."
"What…! Seriously, she took my phone and left without a word. Well, it's fine. We added each other as friends, so we'll find a way to stay in touch," Eriri grumbled in displeasure.
"Did she take the phone you gave her back with her? Hmm… since the game is connected, maybe other apps can connect too," Shirou said uncertainly. If they could connect, perhaps Mor-chan is also desperately grinding in the game right now.
"That's good. But… in the end, I'm still the only one cleaning the toilets! Even though I leveled up to a mid-tier maid, it's meaningless without the lower-tier maids," Eriri sighed helplessly.
"Here, eat something good and cheer up," Shirou said, scooping a spoonful of a bluish-purple substance into the pouting girl's mouth.
"Mm… mmm! Delicious! What is this?" Eriri's taste buds savored the sweet-and-sour flavor.
"It's leftover jam. I discovered that here they actually have fresh wild blueberries from Finland, so I made this," Shirou said, opening the oven to reveal trays of steaming, aromatic pastries, each filled with enticing sweet-and-sour blueberry fragrance. Wearing heat-resistant gloves, he took out one portion.
The blueberries, blue-purple like pearls, were embedded on top of golden, crisp pastry, which had three layers, each filled with purple jam and custard.
"Oh, oh, oh, blueberry pie! I want some!" Rita exclaimed in delight, running over.
"This is today's special recommendation: Finnish-style blueberry pie. Aunt Susan, would you like some too?" Shirou said to the plump chef lady.
"Oh, hehe, Shirou, I won't hold back," Aunt Susan quickly washed her hands, dried them, and crouched down to dig in. Despite her round figure, her movements were swift—trained under King Arthur's Spartan regimen, after all.
The four of them shared the blueberry pies and finished them completely, smiling in contentment as the food healed their spirits.
Eriri, of course, seemed to have forgotten all her worries, as if she were back in her room at home, wrapped in a blanket, playing galgames all night in comfort.
Rita also wore a blissful expression. A granddaughter of a famous painter, born into an artistic family, she had frequently dined at Michelin-starred restaurants in France and Italy, yet even she was astonished by this blueberry pie.
She immersed herself in the world of flavors, imagining plucking purple gemstone-like berries from wild blueberry bushes by a Finnish lake, wearing a white gown and olive branch crown, like the goddess of art, savoring each one as a perfect painting.
Aunt Susan's round face, her baby-fat skin, eyes squinting in joy, looked as pure and adorable as a doll.
She was Susan Kate Thatcher. Her life had been worth it. She hadn't chosen singing, acting, or politics. She had given up opportunities, a beautiful figure, and looks to become a chef—just for moments like this.
The crisp pastry of the blueberry pie and the sweet-and-sour jam melted in her mouth, sweetness filling her heart, complemented by the wheat fragrance of the crust. She fell in love with the flavor instantly.
"Shirou, can you share the recipe for this blueberry pie? I really love it. I swear I won't use it for profit," Aunt Susan said, hope and nervousness in her eyes.
After all, such delicious pastries could draw hundreds of customers if sold commercially, but Shirou wasn't particularly interested in money—he simply saved for family stability and emergencies.
Moreover, this blueberry pie was not just his creation. He had learned from many people in his past life: the chief steward of the Edelfelt family in Finland, the second steward's guidance, sampling various local ingredients, and advice from several Finnish farms—he had gathered all this to perfect the recipe.
Most importantly, seeing people like Eriri and Rita smile happily because of delicious food was reward enough.
Since Aunt Susan was a sincere cook, Shirou gladly agreed: "Of course."
"Oh, Shirou, you're like an angel!" Aunt Susan hugged him warmly.
"Ha ha," Shirou chuckled awkwardly. Even though he was mature for his age, to Europeans under thirty, all Asians seemed like kids.
After sharing the treats, the four in the kitchen grew closer.
When breakfast time came, Shirou, Aunt Susan, Eriri, and Rita all busied themselves.
They arranged all kinds of morning dishes on big trays, distributing them to the eagerly waiting girls.
"Good morning, Shirou…" When Artoria brought a dazed Mash to the dining hall, the girl's wide, innocent eyes looked at him eagerly.
"Good morning, Mash. Don't worry, I didn't forget your favorite," Shirou said lightly. He had already baked a tree-ring-shaped cake for her, sliced and plated.
"Thank you, Shirou, you're so kind," Mash said, her eyes shining with happiness.
"And this is yours, Artoria," Shirou said, presenting two large trays of food he had prepared in advance to the dignified head maid.
"Oh, thank you, Shirou," Artoria said happily, praising the man she had chosen.
After serving the main dishes and sides, of course, sweet tea—a must for the British—was prepared.
As planned, Artoria used her authority as head maid to persuade the Bristol girls, while Shirou spoke to the Chiba branch students.
The senpais from the Light Music Club sat leisurely, enjoying breakfast.
"Mm, this is so good. The sweet and sour blueberries, the sweet red beans, and the custard made with egg yolk… so delicious," said the brown-haired girl, enchanted.
"Yui's taste buds are really sensitive. But honestly, any dish could win her over—amazing cooking skills," Tsumugi commented.
"Hehe, maybe if I didn't play guitar, I'd have a talent for being a gourmet," the shy girl said, scratching her head.
"No, I think it's because your family cooked carefully at home. Regularly eating good food naturally sharpens taste," Shirou explained, carrying tea over.
"Oh, I see," Yui said adorably.
"Yui! Remember to thank Yu-chan when you get home," Ritsu patted her shoulder.
"Shirou, leave the tea to me," Tsumugi said, taking the tea with a gentle smile, enjoying this new "service game."
"Um, senpais, are you satisfied with the food?" Shirou asked with a smile.
"Very delicious, thank you, Shirou," they replied.
"I see, that's good. Actually, I have a small favor to ask you," Shirou said.
"What favor? Tell us," the headband-wearing senpai asked curiously.
"Could you not talk about what happened yesterday?" Shirou asked.
"Yesterday…! But the head maid let you stay, didn't she?" Ritsu asked.
"Yes, that's true. But if any misunderstandings spread, it'd be bad. So please, senpais, I'm counting on you!" Shirou pleaded.
"Well, if you put it that way, I guess it's fine…" The Light Music Club president removed her headband and stood up.
"Senpai!" Shirou looked at her, moved—some people were reasonable after all.
"But…!" The girl let her bangs down, giving a mischievous, dark smile.
"But?" Shirou asked cautiously, sensing a condition.
"Yes! Until we graduate, bring six desserts after school every day!" Ritsu said, raising a finger.
"Eh! Ritsu, Shirou's skills are too good. Six desserts aren't enough!" Yui reminded her.
"Then twelve desserts!" Ritsu raised another finger.
The two girls grew increasingly arrogant, taking more liberties.
"And when you see us, bow ninety degrees and shout 'big sister!'"
"Also, bring me fried noodle bread at lunch!"
"Allowance every month!"
"You delinquent girls! Ritsu!" The black-haired senpai punched her forehead.
"…Why am I the only one getting hit…?" Ritsu moaned on the table.
After Akiyama Mio's scolding, Ritsu and Yui lowered their heads in apology.
"Sorry, it was a joke… we won't say anything. After all, we ate it," they said.
"Hey Shirou, can I make one more request?" Yui asked.
"What is it? If I can do it, I'll help," Shirou replied.
"Please marry me!" Yui suddenly lowered her head, hands raised, holding a fried chicken piece rolled in lettuce like a lotus, already bitten, as if offering it as a bouquet.
"Eh?" Shirou froze, mind blank, thinking, are-you-kidding-me?
The surroundings fell silent.
Even the British bystanders, though not understanding Japanese, realized from her actions what the girl was doing.
"Oh dear! She proposed to him!" "That girl is a superhero!"
"Yui! What are you saying!" Mio, finally realizing, grabbed Yui and shook her, shouting.
"I see! that's long-term free meals!" Ritsu exclaimed in shock.
"Yui-chan is so bold!" Tsumugi exclaimed, covering her face in excitement.
"Yui senpai! What gave you the confidence to say that!" Azusa shouted angrily.
"Eh! I'm pretty cute, isn't that enough?" Yui wailed, heartbroken, "I just couldn't accept the thought that I might never eat such a delicious breakfast again!"
The surrounding girls nodded sympathetically.
Shirou looked at Yui, thinking she was indeed cute, a cheerful, carefree girl, the type you'd want to protect—popular with certain age groups.
However, the type he liked was strong-willed and capable in reality, so he glanced at Artoria, who was happily eating fried chicken and sausage rolls. She seemed to sense his gaze and smiled.
The smile felt a little dangerous, so Shirou turned away, recalling other images in his mind.
Perhaps a tactful, mischievous young lady, often insincere but fundamentally kind, and sometimes clumsy at crucial moments. Or a runaway girl. Or living peacefully with someone dependable—a blue-purple-haired junior came to mind.
"If you can't accept, I can introduce my sister. She looks just like me, super cute, skilled at housework and cooking—you'll get along!" Yui persisted.
No, she seemed nice, but also the type who liked to be cared for—too similar in attributes.
"Ah! If you like smart, glasses-wearing girls, I can introduce Wako. She's super smart and caring—I grew up being looked after by her, hehe."
'Ah… I finally understand why this senpai has her personality' Shirou thought.
"I'm sorry, Yui senpai, I cannot accept your request. Words like that can only be said between mutual feelings," Shirou bowed in apology.
"Ugh… Yu and Wako got rejected too," Yui mourned for her sister and childhood friend.
"No, you proposed on their behalf!" Ritsu tapped her head.
"Ahaha, sorry, Shirou. That's how our senpais are," Azusa said awkwardly.
"No problem, Azusa. I know they meant no harm," Shirou nodded.
Noisy, carefree, enjoying youth—these high school girls were neither perfect noble masks like Tohsaka, nor suppressed like Sakura. Perhaps this is the kind of people who should exist in a peaceful, happy world.
He didn't dislike them; he wanted to silently protect this world for them.
Nearby, a certain gluttonous tyrant maid watched. Over the next week, the Light Music Club members would commit various mischiefs—from classroom rowdiness to wearing blue-and-white undergarments—and take turns in maid uniforms performing chores.
Yet for them, as long as the five were together, everything seemed fun, and the maid uniforms were cute—so they didn't seem to mind.
Eriri also gained five new subordinates—truly delightful. But that is a story for later.
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