Emiya Ilya

Chapter 280 6-86. Territorial Sovereignty
"I'm back!" ×2
Two childish voices came.

"Tap Tap!"

Then came the sound of two scrambling footsteps.

"Oh yeah! My first kitchen!"

The silver-haired girl who ran ahead cheered.

"No~"

The red-haired boy who fell behind looked a little depressed.

"Ah! Don't be sad, Shirou, it's better to be half of us!"

Seeing the red-haired boy's expression, the girl thought she was making him unhappy by stealing the kitchen, so she comforted him immediately.

"That's what you said!"

Hearing this, the red-haired boy immediately became excited.

Although he was depressed just now because he was sad because he couldn't run the silver-haired girl.

'How can I live as a man who can't outrun a girl? '

The boy knows that only when a man is strong enough can a girl like him.

However, not only did he fail to show his "power" in front of the girl he liked, he was even weaker than her.

'There is no other way, this is the end of the matter!Then conquer her stomach! '

Having made up his mind, the boy put on his apron.

And what the boy didn't know was—

'It seems that girls have to be weaker to be liked by boys? '

'Then I just ran so fast, and not...'

Thinking of this silver-haired girl also felt bad.

'Woo ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! '

'never mind!That can only conquer his stomach first! '

After making up her mind, the girl also put on her apron to wash her hands.

"Welcome back!"

A dark-haired man came out of the room.

He is the current owner of this family!
When he heard the voice coming out, what he saw at a glance was:

Two small figures busy in the kitchen stepping on a bench.

"Shirou! Where's my carrot?"

"Ah! I've already put it in."

"Ahhh! You give me back the radish!"

Gradually, the kitchen turned into a battlefield.

The two had a "territorial dispute"!
"this is mine!"

"No! Obviously I got it first!"

"Are you yours first?"

"new--!"

I saw the silver-haired girl carrying out "nuclear deterrence" with a kitchen knife, and the red-haired boy was not to be outdone!In order to defend his "territorial sovereignty", he protested with a fruit knife.

"Kiritsugu~"

"Oh~"

Seeing this, the dark-haired man smiled.

The girl is asking for "international aid".

The dark-haired man just smiled without interfering.

After all, it is "internal affairs".

But I can't interfere, and I blame the man for being lonely.

In the past, girls would only come to play with themselves.

But men know that it is because the "people" around girls have no soul at all and cannot play with girls.

Although the daughter has forgotten the old one, the man is still very relieved.

My daughter has a playmate, even after she leaves, she will not be alone as before.

Looking at it again, the two of them were fighting, and the man found that the decision he made at that time was really correct.

……

"That, Sakura! It seems that you and Shirou were cooking together yesterday, right?"

For their own "territorial sovereignty", even the ally, the silver-haired girl, is on guard.

However, the purple-haired girl said very obediently:

"Senior Ilya, I'm a junior~ How can I steal your cooking, I'm just learning~ Senior Ilya can't bear to reject a junior who is eager to learn, right?"

Although the silver-haired girl knew that the other party was "dividing" herself in the name of "learning", the girl couldn't say anything.

They can only watch helplessly as their "territory" is "carved up".

And the purple-haired girl obtained a large "territory" of the silver-haired girl through "diplomatic means" without a single soldier.

……

...

"Shinji, dinner is ready!"

I saw Illya enter Matou Shinji's room with a few hot meals on a plate.

The plate is prepared by myself, chopsticks and spoons, even forks and knives.

Seeing this, Matou Shinji also understood.

Ilya took care of the fact that she might be more used to Western food, so she specially prepared more tableware.

Really careful.

You can tell at a glance that she must be a good wife and mother in the future.

It's a pity that such a woman doesn't marry back home!

'Damn Shirou Emiya, what a flower stuck in cow dung! '

Thinking of this, Matou Shinji was indignant in his heart.

'God is so unfair! '

'Obviously Illya and I are a match made in heaven! '

Despite being unwilling, Matou Shinji still had to accept this fact.

What's more, I am already a "disabled person" now, and I can only lie in bed to eat.

"..."

At this point, Tong Shenji no longer thinks about Illya, but calms down and eats.

Shinji Matou is still aware of Illya's cooking level.

He couldn't wait to taste Illya's cooking again after a long absence.

however……

"vomit!"

As soon as he took a mouthful of fried rice, Matou Shinji spat it out.

Not only salty but also bitter? !

"What's wrong?!"

Seeing Matou Shinji's reaction, Illya panicked.

“Too salty~”

Matou Shinji couldn't believe that this was Illya's cooking.

Although the last time I ate Illya's cooking was a year and a half ago, Matou Shinji still knew how delicious it was.

Could it be that after more than a year, the level of Ilya's cooking has declined instead?

But looking at the bowl of fried rice, the full grains, the glossy color... Just looking at it makes people appetite.

You can do so well at reading pictures, how could your level drop? !
"Sorry, I'm going to do it again!"

While apologizing, Illya put the plate away.

Another 30 minutes later, Ilya served another plate of food.

Matou Shinji tasted it, this time...

It is still bitter.

But this time Matou Shinji didn't say it out, nor did he spit it out, but ate it silently.

Since Illya's cooking may be salty and bitter for a while, if you can't change it, you can only accept it.

While Illya was cooking, Matou Shinji listened quietly.

Then he heard—

cry.

Then he also understood why Illya's cooking was salty and bitter.

How can a meal that has Illya's tears not be salty?

……

After dinner, Illya came to the corridor facing the courtyard.

He found the seat he had been sitting on and sat down.

Kiritsugu once sat next to him,
There is also Shirou, Sakura...

But now,
But it turned out that I was sitting here alone, admiring the Lonely Moon alone.

"..."

This is a huge figure suddenly appeared on the left side of Illya.

"?!"

Exactly—

"Berserker?!"

"..."

The black giant looked at Illya without saying a word.

However, Illya seemed to understand something——

"Thank you, Berserker!"

"..."

"Let's go! It's time for this to end!"

Seemingly understanding what Illya meant, Berserker stretched out his hand and let Illya step on it.

Then he handed over his left shoulder and asked him to sit down.

(End of this chapter)