Zongman: The Legend of the Demon Fox

Chapter 182 The Priest's Dream Is Mapo Tofu
"Saber, we can go now, right? Kiritsugu should be waiting impatiently."

Irisviel brought the blackened Dumao King, or rather the blackened Dumao King, into this restaurant.

To be precise, Saber smelled the aroma of delicious food shortly after arriving in Fuyuki City, and her stomach rumbled consciously at this time.

Then, like her Master, Emiya Kiritsugu, she said that she was hungry and couldn't go to the battlefield, so she ran here.

Emiya Kiritsugu had already made a battle plan before he came to Fuyuki City. On the first day of the Holy Grail War, what he had to do was to collect information and spread false information to confuse other Masters, so he happily agreed, let Saber travels around Dongmu City with Alice Viel.

Then he disguised himself as an ordinary tourist and went to his assistant to get the weapon he had prepared.

"Master, it's best not to say too much now, someone else is watching..."

Saber wiped the ketchup off the corner of her mouth with French fries, stared at Iris Viel and then at the opposite of the fast food restaurant where they were now.

A man sits in an unassuming corner by the window of a Chinese restaurant across from the fast food joint.

Wearing a priest's uniform meticulously on his body, he stared at the menu with enthusiasm, as if he was thinking about what to order.

"That Saber is the Master of the other Servants?"

Irisviel approached Saber and whispered, her dignified and beautiful face revealing childlike excitement.

"No, at least not sure. But I did get a malicious look from him, and it was aimed at me..."

Almost finishing another burger at the speed of light, Saber wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth and grabbed a piece of pizza again.

"Master is now the first day of the Holy Grail War, and it's probably during the day that the other party came out just to listen to information like us, so don't worry about it."

Saber picked up a paper towel and wiped her mouth, taking advantage of this short period of time, the waiter swiftly cleaned up the leftovers on the table, and then put new delicacies on the table.

"Saber, we've stayed in this restaurant for more than three hours, we can almost leave..."

Irisviel looked at Saber who quickly processed the food. To be honest, she was also very tired after staying here for so long, tired in various senses.

"Oh, has it been so long? It's almost time to go, obviously I'm only [-]% full."

Saber stood up and called a waiter and shouted.

"All the rest are packed, and the French fries are very good, much better than Gawain's mashed potatoes! I never thought that potatoes can be made into this kind of delicacy. Those who invent this delicacy deserve praise."

Then with the packed food, Irisviel von Einzbern drove them to the beach and enjoyed the night view of Fuyuki City.

"Assassin, you seem to be full of hostility towards that servant."

The priest sitting in the Chinese restaurant gulped down the last spoonful of extra spicy mapo tofu, straightened up as if he was savoring the sharp spiciness on the tip of his tongue.

"How many times has the Master said, it's not Assassin, it's Saber! I must kill that Saber other than me."

Beside the priest, Assassin who had transformed into a spirit body said as if angry.

"It's up to you, A...Saber. What worries me is that Servant has the same face as you."

"Speaking of which, it's time for you to tell me your real name."

He feels rather troubled about his Servant priest, who is dressed in a very modern style and is clearly an Assassin, but calls himself Saber.

The most important thing is that he searched all kinds of historical books and legends, but he couldn't find a hero that matched his Servant.

Just like the self-proclaimed real name, [Mysterious Heroine x] itself is a mystery.

"Master, I have already said that I am a foreigner visiting from the mysterious time and space called Servant Universe. The final version of Saber Class is the decisive weapon against Saber. The operation code is AX."

Assassin puffed out his barren chest proudly, if one ignores the frivolous fur that can't be hidden under the peaked cap...

"Master, give me some food too. I've been watching you eating extra spicy mapo tofu, and I'm a little hungry. I never thought that a man as empty-hearted as Master would be so crazy about mapo tofu."

"It was agreed in advance, you keep the mapo tofu for yourself, and give me something else."

"Am I crazy about mapo tofu?"

The priest looked at the high pile of dinner plates beside him, with a little confusion in his empty eyes.

Only those who are full of longing and wishes that must be fulfilled will be recognized by the Holy Grail. A man with an empty heart like himself should not be a Master logically.

But since I have become a Master, it means that I must have a dream, but I have not discovered it all the time.

So……

What is your dream?
I have never noticed before that I think this extra spicy mapo tofu is more delicious than other people.

So does it mean...you can find the answer in Mapo Tofu?
Thinking, he handed the menu to Assassin to let her order.

Finally, he put down his spoon and walked into the back kitchen, intending to visit the chef who can make such delicious mapo tofu.

It was late at night, and even a feral cat would not make a home in the empty park.

However, on this cold night, a small and thin young magician is taking the first step to prove his worth with the blood of pigeons.

"That should pretty much be done."

Webber Velvet, an heir to a magic family with only three generations, has an outstanding magic talent and entered the Clock Tower to study through his own efforts.

It's a pity that others have always looked down on him because of his weak inheritance, especially his teacher Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald tore up his thesis in front of everyone.

Although he doesn't know that his teacher is actually very optimistic about him, all kinds of troubles on weekdays are actually his cultivation.

Even tearing up that immature paper was just because the theory was too advanced, and once it was published it would bring him disaster. In fact, Kenneth still admired him very much.

Take out of the box the stolen holy relic, the fabled corner of Alexander the Conqueror's cloak.

Waver Velvet began to announce, summoning his own Servant with excitement.

Halfway through the ceremony, however, an unnatural breeze blows.

The corner of the blood-stained red cloak was blown away by the wind, and a half-bitten blue popsicle fell to his summoning ceremony.

"Servant Rider Artoria Pendragon, since I'm here, make up your mind to live an ideal life."

"No returning sleep and lack of exercise are allowed. I will be fully responsible for cleaning and laundry."

"Ingredients... cooking is also prepared for you within the scope of possibility."

One was wearing a black military overcoat, and the inside of the clothes was wearing a dress similar to a dinner party. He was holding a black sword in one hand, and in the other hand was dancing a dangerous object that looked like a large-caliber sniper rifle.

Just like this, his whole body was full of suspiciousness, and the most dangerous thing was that Rider's woman walked in front of him very domineeringly.

It can be foreseen that the future of Weber Velvet, who is not good at manual labor, will probably be hell...

　The author who is trying to compensate for not updating for too long is continuing to update...

　　I really can't write today, so let's stop here.

　　Keep working hard tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)