Shizuka Is Adored

Oden, takoyaki, and teppanyaki can be used to make all sorts of fried and stir-fried foods, including European pancakes, Chinese Jianbing Guozi, and Indian roti.

Chopped spices, prepared sauces, and various seasonings in a sweet, sour, salty, and spicy flavor. On the stove, a pot of onion soup is simmering, and an oven is baking cakes and cookies.

Shirou's preparations were flawless, practically flawless.

"Mmm!!!" The guests, who had been enjoying their meal, suddenly shook off their previous dejection and shouted loudly.

The warm soup seemed to instantly sweep away fatigue and drowsiness as it entered the body.

On the other side, Erina began to show everyone what a queen-level lavish meal was. Each dish was beautiful and sparkling, like pearls and gems, drawing admiration from everyone, especially the women who held them in their hands, unable to put them down.

'Hmph, be glad you're not in a Michelin restaurant or the most luxurious five-star hotel. You would never have been able to eat my cooking here,' Erina thought to herself, then said to the surrounding guests, 'The payment method is written on this sign. Please feel free to enjoy your meal.'

The customers who had been queuing up got the delicious food they wanted to try, and each of them showed a satisfied and comforting smile.

After the group of customers left, nearby children came running over, stood in front of the food counter, and looked at the dishes on display with stars in their eyes.

"Wow, it looks so beautiful, it tastes delicious."

"Is the eldest sister Her Majesty the Queen?"

"She's clearly a queen, but she's a chef?"

"Hmph, it wouldn't be wrong to call her the queen of the culinary world. Want some?" Erina asked, looking at the children.

"We want to eat it!!" the children answered in unison.

"Then hurry up and take your plate over there to eat! Don't block the way here," Erina said, waving her hand.

"Hey? Is that okay? We don't have any money." The children hesitated instead.

"Eat up, the children eat for free, so you all should eat. Erina said, waving her hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" the children exclaimed joyfully, raising their hands high.

"Hmph~!" Erina tossed her flowing, Gil hair, accepting everyone's praise and admiration as a matter of course, even though the other party was actually a greedy child.

Of course, she didn't initially intend to charge children. After all, her main focus was on high-class cuisine for the upper class, aiming to create exquisite dishes that even important figures would be willing to pay exorbitant prices to make reservations in advance. In other words, eating her food was a symbol of status.

So she doesn't care about what a few kids think at all. That's right! Her cooking isn't the kind of street food that relies on aroma to attract children and get their parents to buy it for them.

Erina glanced furtively at the long queue at the next stall, where a young man was constantly stirring the snacks with a pair of flat spatulas, adjusting the flavors to suit the customers' tastes. She pouted unconvinced and said, "Hmph, even if we lose in quantity, the quality is definitely higher!"

Just then, a stylish young woman in a pink coat and sunglasses arrived, carrying a handbag. She was a graduate of the Paris Branch School and had come here out of curiosity after receiving a notification from her professor.

"Rabbit Elesha" is her online name. Rabbits can jump high and run fast, but they are afraid of being alone. If they are too lonely, they will die, so they always eat to comfort their souls.

She is actually a very lonely woman. Apart from her work colleagues and family, she has almost no social interaction with anyone else. However, because of the internet, she is regarded as a "socially active" person by some netizens and people in her social circle.

With a fairly pretty face, after careful dressing up and wearing beautiful clothes, she could take a spontaneous trip anytime, anywhere during the holidays. She didn't have any like-minded friends with her; she ate alone and traveled alone.

With just a selfie stick, she can upload a beautiful photo every day, write a short comment, and post it on WeChat Moments and other social networks, receiving rave reviews. Before she knew it, she had become a minor internet celebrity in Paris.

Today, she held up the Eggs Benedict and soufflé cheese, which looked exceptionally beautiful thanks to Erina's elegant arrangement, took a picture with her phone, and posted it online to show off. This aroused envy among curious netizens, who all asked where this place was.

People flocked to the Paris Branch School like a tidal wave.

"Bonjour~! Are you the Rabbit Elesha?" A tall man wearing a coat and a long scarf approached, holding a bowl of oden, and asked.

"Okay, may I ask who you are?" Elesa nodded and asked with a puzzled look. She looked the man up and down; he had golden chestnut curly hair and a sunny, boyish charm, except for his dark circles under his eyes, which seemed to be the result of a strange illness that was currently prevalent.

"Enchanté (Nice to meet you), I'm Golden Donkey Puwa. I've been a fan of yours for a long time, and I never expected to meet you here." The young man smiled and extended his hand to the woman.

"Ah... Enchanté, Poiva, thank you for your support." Elesa was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and shook hands with Poiva. She remembered the online friend, Golden Donkey, and never expected that someone like her would be approached by a fan.

'But this will probably end today. I never expected that this glamorous woman online would be such a quiet, withdrawn person in real life, like she has social anxiety. She'll definitely be disappointed.'

Thinking this way, Aresa relaxed and decided to treat him as just an ordinary convenience store clerk, chatting casually for a few minutes.

"What a wonderful day! By the way, you're even more beautiful in person than in the photos," Poiva said with a smile, revealing her pearly white teeth.

"Oh, thank you, you're so good at flattering people." Aresa blinked in surprise, then said with a smile.

"No, I thought you were beautiful when I saw your picture a long time ago." Poiva's eyes sparkled as he looked at Elesa.

Lately, he keeps dreaming about things from the past at night, reliving the experience of being dumped. Even though he had forgotten it, the pain and torment are causing him to suffer from insomnia.

Two years ago, around this time, he broke up with his first love and was inexplicably neglected, then told not to call her anymore.

For a while, he was immersed in the pain of heartbreak, spending all his time either sleeping or frantically browsing the web, hoping to see what his ex-girlfriend had to say. Until one day, on the social media page of a guy he didn't know, he saw a photo of his ex-girlfriend embracing another guy on the beach, and she was smiling happily.

He became even more depressed after that, until one day he saw a set of photos on a webpage.

A fairly pretty woman was walking alone on the old street, taking photos and enjoying the food. She seemed to be having a wonderful time even when she was alone, and she seemed to be enjoying life.

He found her incredibly handsome, so handsome that he felt he had to pull himself together. Then he remembered the woman's name in the photo: Rabbit Elesha.

In the days that followed, he left her messages, liked her posts, and paid attention to every photo and comment she shared. Gradually, he began to notice a hint of loneliness in some of the photos that she inadvertently revealed.

His feelings for this woman had unconsciously shifted from admiration to concern, until today when he arrived here and happened to put down his phone to see Rabbit Elesha's update, discovering that she was in the same place as him.

The moment he saw this woman, he finally understood his feelings.

"Hey, buddy, want some more snacks? Won't you buy something nice for the lady next to you?" the young chef called out to the man from the other side of the stall.

"Wait for me," Poiva said to Elesa, then ran forward.

"Thank you for your patronage. I recommended the coffee and snacks, and this is a special offer for couples." Shirou poured the coffee into a bottle, put it in a cardboard bag along with the food, and attached a bouquet of flowers.

"Thanks, bro." Powa's face lit up with delight, and he took out some money and put it in the box.

"Hey, good luck!" Shirou waved.

"This is for you, Rabbit Elesha. You have always been a woman I admire." Poiva took the flowers and presented them to Elesa.

"Ah! Thank you." Elesa accepted the bouquet of brightly colored roses, inhaled the fragrance of the flowers, and finally relaxed, revealing a genuine smile of joy.

"Let's go sit down over there and eat and chat," Poiva suggested, opening the cardboard bag to show off the coffee inside.

"Yes, that's what I think too," Elesa replied with a shy smile.

In short, Shirou embodies the belief of bringing happiness to everyone and serving others. This morning, the visitors to the Paris Academy were no longer bored and were filled with laughter.

In the afternoon, the stage that had been erected was officially opened.

Wearing a white evening gown, Shizuka Hiratsuka blushed and, holding up the hem of her dress, forced herself to walk onto the stage, suppressing her embarrassment.

A woman who dresses up carefully is like a completely different person; it seems to unleash her natural beauty, which is usually suppressed when she doesn't wear makeup, making her stunningly beautiful.

Even the teachers and students at the Chiba Branch School were astonished. They never expected that Teacher Hiratsuka, who usually wore a suit jacket, trousers, and a white coat and rarely wore makeup, could be so feminine when she dressed up.

The snow-white off-shoulder evening gown perfectly complemented Shizuka Hiratsuka's fair skin. The corset accentuated her healthy and shapely figure, highlighting her slender frame and long neck. Her delicate collarbones formed a graceful curve, and her rounded shoulders revealed tender skin as smooth as jade.

Unlike the current trend of tanned skin in France, Shizuka Hiratsuka Shizuka's black hair and snow-white skin added a touch of exotic freshness, attracting everyone's attention as soon as she appeared. Under the lights, her whole body seemed to be possessed by the Holy Spirit, radiating Holy Light.

This is the result of a discussion among the three of us in the kitchen last night while we were preparing.

Erina, who was preparing materials for tomorrow, spoke first, "Since we're going to perform on stage, why don't you borrow the power of Servant, teacher?"

"Huh? Servant can help with singing too?" Shirou and Shizuka Hiratsuka were both taken aback.

"Teacher Hiratsuka's Servant is Marta, right? Isn't it only natural for her to lead her followers out of their predicament? Besides, a song can have different levels of emotional impact depending on the quality of a person's heart."

"If it's Saint Marta, with her capacity to subdue even evil dragons, her holy and noble songs would surely heal everyone's weary souls," Erina said with a confident smile.

"Huh? Tolerance?" Shizuka Hiratsuka was taken aback. Shouldn't it be punching power?

"But it might actually work," Shirou nodded, he hadn't thought of this possibility at all.

"I'll be relying on Ba-chan's help tomorrow too, since cooking on-site with a lot of people can be quite physically demanding," Erina said.

"If you're tired and don't want to rest in front of others, you can go inside the teaching building," Shirou kindly reminded her. After all, this young lady didn't seem to want to show any signs of fatigue in front of outsiders; she wanted to maintain her usual glamorous and dazzling queen-like demeanor.

"What?! Whether it's cooking skills or stamina, I'm not inferior to you!" Erina retorted.

"Do you really want me to go up and sing with Marta?" Shizuka Hiratsuka said hesitantly, while taking out her phone to contact the Servant she was already very familiar with.

"Huh?! You want me to go on stage and sing?! You two brats don't want to see us embarrass ourselves, do you?!" Marta jumped out by possessing Shizuka Hiratsuka and shouted.

The cooking classroom was completely silent. Shirou was used to it, but Erina was stunned, as if she had misheard.

'Why did I think I just heard the Saintess Maiden cursing? Was I just imagining things?'

Marta coughed and gave a kind, gentle smile, saying, "Ahem, I mean, as a clergyman, one must be meticulous. That kind of thing, jumping around and singing at the same time, is really not suitable for me."

"No, if a saint were to bless us, even if we didn't dance, singing a church song would be just as good," Erina suggested.

"Yes, singing is a regular part of church life, like Hallelujah, Amazing Grace, and Ave Maria," Shirou asked.

"Waaah..." Even Marta couldn't argue with that this time.

In the end, Marda agreed to the possession summons, which took over her body. As a saint, she could not stand idly by while these suffering believers remained indifferent.

Perhaps because of the halo of sainthood, her singing had a miraculous effect on those patients who were depressed. The furrowed brows and drooping eyebrows of the gloomy people relaxed at this time.

The French songs sung by Shizuka Hiratsuka, at least technically speaking, weren't particularly beautiful. But they were so pure, like unpolished jade, possessing a unique kind of beauty.

It has an extraordinary power to move people, especially in the lyrics, which encourage them to never give up in the face of difficulties, assuring them that the Lord is with them.

The lyrics, which express the idea of punching away all those annoying and unpleasant things, are incredibly infectious. They bring positive energy, warm people's hearts, and give them the courage to face adversity.

Listening to such songs, some people seem to be touched and shed tears, perhaps because they are tormented by a strange illness, or perhaps because of a deep-seated trauma.

As the song ended, those who had been silently wiping away tears with handkerchiefs burst into enthusiastic applause.

When Shizuka Hiratsuka changed out of her dress and came out, a group of middle-aged women and grandmothers came over and shook her hands, and a group of uncles and grandfathers greeted her and thanked her for bringing them such a wonderful piece of music.

An elderly French woman said regretfully, "What a pity! If only I had asked her if she wanted to stay in France, I would have definitely introduced her to my neighbor's nephew's uncle, the nephew of my boss who owns a multinational corporation and has already partnered with a Fortune 500 company in China."

The French woman next to her shook her head and said, "No way. A kind and beautiful girl like her probably already has a boyfriend."

The middle-aged women around them nodded in agreement, sighing with regret, "Yes, why isn't such a wonderful girl French?"

Unbeknownst to herself, Shizuka Hiratsuka once again missed the opportunity to find a good man.

At this moment, there was also a handsome young man dressed in a custom-made suit who seemed to be captivated by this Eastern woman. He stared intently at Shizuka Hiratsuka, wanting to meet her gaze. The light in his eyes seemed to convey a thousand thoughts to this beautiful woman who sang with heavenly voices.

When their eyes met for the first time, she thought it was a coincidence. When they met again for the second time, she looked away. But when she was stared at by that gaze for the third time, Shizuka Hiratsuka felt that she could no longer back down.

"Huh? Here to provoke me?" Shizuka Hiratsuka glared back fiercely, as if she really thought she was easy to bully.

The man opposite him, startled by the glare, awkwardly turned his head away, wondering, 'The person singing on stage just now was clearly an angel, why has she turned into a tigress now?'

"Teacher... I think you've misunderstood." Shirou to the side, said helplessly, covering his face. "If this keeps up, and she can't get married, she really can't blame anyone else..."

This is Paris, the romantic capital of what is known as the most romantic country in the world. People usually communicate with elegant language and appropriate gestures, but for certain people, often only a glance is needed.

The men and women here mostly yearn for love, are good at emotional communication, and are passionate and unrestrained. When they express their affection for someone, they can often tell how compatible they are with each other with just a glance.

The two can spend a week in the same place exchanging glances without speaking, and then start dating the following week, falling deeply in love.

At the same time, people here value love more than others, so they easily fall in love, but they absolutely cannot tolerate betrayal. Once love is gone, it's a complete breakup or divorce.

To soothe the mood of those around them, students at the Paris Branch School organized a food festival. Each aspiring chef brought out their best dishes and prepared them for the guests.

This time, someone saw the news and brought their sick family member here.

Although it wasn't perfect, it still brought smiles back to some people's faces.

In the dream world, the black book transformed into a monster, and countless transparent hands held in the air, constantly trembled and loosened.

Those who found joy and hope in reality, protected by Merlin and shielded from the allure of the dream world, felt completely relaxed and knew they could finally get a good night's sleep.

In the dream world, the monster lingering near the palace sensed something was wrong. Its flesh was peeling away, its energy was losing its source, and even its body was beginning to shrink.

The Black Mud monster, which had been growing and changing constantly by frantically absorbing dream energy, now sensed its own weakness and let out a sharp roar like the cry of an infant.

The little girl, covered in Black Mud, inside the black book, was also screaming.

"It's not over yet! Even without those people from the outside world, the people remaining in this dream world are enough. My wish will definitely come true!"

A black curtain rose, shrouding the sky, and even the borders of the world were covered by a layer of black mist. The dream world was sealed off once again. Those who were asleep and thus sucked into this world, and those who had not completely escaped the grasp of the phantom, would never be able to leave this time once they entered.

After the Black Mud monster's transformation over this period of time,

The fairy tale world that the dream world was connected to has completely disappeared. Apart from the ruins of the palace, vast forests have become land, azure lakes are covered with silt, and the animals that once lived there have long since vanished.

Large tracts of land were overthrown and rebuilt into enclosed areas separated by stone walls. People in the dream were placed in different blocks in turn, and then fixed by monsters in the places where they could most efficiently produce their joy or hatred.

The area is divided into four districts and four blocks: Fallen Dream Street, Desire Dream Street, Sorrow Dream Street, and Nightmare Street.

Fallen Dream Street has become a city of sin, where people are dressed in fine clothes but secretly indulge in debauchery, living a life of unbridled pleasure. They have inexhaustible wealth, and every day they are surrounded by a different modern woman, and they drive luxury cars.

After they had enjoyed the ultimate experience, they were devoured by the clones of the black mud Heroic Spirit.