Shirou Lives with the Girl

"Shirou, he's a friend," Mashiro said at this moment.

"Huh? You know this older brother?" Komachi asked in surprise.

"Yes, Shirou's Baumkuchen is super delicious!" Mashiro nodded in agreement.

Artoria interjected, "We're classmates with Shirou; we met at the school in England during an exchange program."

"Oh, I see, I see. So my brother is doing this well overseas too. He's really capable! Hmm, in that case, as his little sister, I really have to help out!" Komachi suddenly realized, no wonder her parents agreed to this. She rested her chin on her hand and muttered to herself.

"Anyway, take your luggage upstairs first. The room at the very back upstairs that you're using should be fine, right?"

"Yes, yes, Komachi will lead the way too!" Komachi eagerly raised her hand and said.

"I know, then I'll leave it to you. Take good care of your two older sisters." Hachiman's mother instructed her bright-eyed daughter, her eyes clearly saying, 'It's up to you now, for Shirou's happiness!'

"Leave it to Komachi, I'll do my best to help, hehe." Komachi agreed with a smile, responding with her eyes, 'After all, she might become my sister-in-law, so I have to build a good relationship with her.'

In the empty room of the Higashiya family, which was originally used as a storage room, it had been cleaned up and a two-story wooden bed had been set up.

"Komachi, this is a gift for you." At this moment Artoria took out two perfume sets from the box, handing one set, which focused on youth, to Komachi, and the other set, which was for ladies.

The France, who are very particular about fashion and appearance, will create a complete set of products, from shampoo and shower gel to perfume and cosmetics, so that the fragrance emanating from their bodies can be reasonably matched, complementing each other, and blending together seamlessly without any jarring elements.

If you wear heavy makeup and brightly colored, flamboyant clothes, but fail to attract a man's fragrance, the effect will be greatly diminished.

However, if you are wearing a plain-colored long dress and a youthful outfit, it is not suitable to wear a strong perfume that leaves a scent as soon as you walk by. It is best to be able to smell the fragrance when you get close.

Artoria didn't really know much about these things. If she had to recommend something, food would definitely be better. However, if it was delicious food, she would keep it nearby.

She couldn't bring it here anyway, so in the end, Rita was asked to buy the gift, while Hachiman's father received a bottle of wine from the winery.

"Wow! Thank you~! Um..." Komachi said happily, hugging the perfume set.

"Don't be so polite. You're Shirou's sister, so just call me 'older sister'," Artoria said, looking at Komachi with a rare, gentle smile.

"I understand! Ria -nee! Mashiro!" Komachi looked at the outfit in her hands and said with a sweet smile. This practical girl only realized what was going on then and asked, "Um... could it be that Ria -nee is actually very close to my brother?"

"Yes, Ria and Shirou are very close," Mashiro honestly replied.

"Whoa!" Komachi's eyes sparkled as she looked at Artoria.

"Yes, Shirou and I are partners who can entrust our lives to each other!" Artoria nodded and said.

"Wow!" Komachi exclaimed excitedly, "It's here! It's finally here! Komachi will definitely support you! Even without this perfume set!"

Komachi waited for over ten years, and finally, a strong woman appeared!

That's right, that's exactly it! If Komachi and her brother weren't biological siblings, Komachi would have won him over back in elementary school! She wouldn't be letting him go.

If we were to talk about how great her older brother is, Komachi could go on for three days and three nights. Although he's too much of a nice guy, stubborn, and has a personality like a nagging old woman, these are all endearing qualities.

In terms of the game itself, it's practically a multi-route visual novel where multiple female protagonists with different personalities and circumstances use various methods to gain points with the male protagonist, helping him change his future and find redemption.

These partners, so similar in personality, beliefs, and way of dealing with people, had their arguments, but also came to understand each other, changed each other's minds, and finally, like a sword and its sheath, naturally came together.

Their relationship evolves from mutual admiration to mutual savior, and then to a supportive and complementary bond that is nominally master and apprentice, but in reality, husband and wife. Through numerous acts of rescue and being rescued, and facing dire situations together, they develop a deep connection and affection. In the end, the female lead declares, "I will make sure the male lead finds happiness."

There's also a gentle, considerate, and pitiful woman with a dark and sadistic side who captures the male lead's heart through meticulous daily care, leading him to save her. In the end, during a fierce battle, two people with broken childhoods and twisted minds accept each other completely, overcome everything, and come together.

Although Komachi didn't know exactly what kind of game it was, she had a feeling that it must be something like that.

"By the way! Sister Ria, I've been wanting to ask this for a while now, you and brother actually knew each other a long time ago, right?" Komachi asked at this moment. After all, although the second generation of the family was very obedient and knew how to get along with people, he wasn't that affectionate with everyone.

"That's right." Artoria nodded in agreement.

Komachi smiled knowingly and continued, "My brother did mention that Nissou was a pet entrusted to him by someone important, so he takes good care of Nissou every day when he's home."

"Is... is that so? Shirou said something like that." Artoria blushed slightly, but quickly recovered and maintained her calm and cool demeanor.

"Hmm." Komachi secretly stuck out her tongue, thinking to herself, 'Although we said "important friend" back then, the meaning was pretty much the same, so let's just say that. Brother! This is all Komachi can do to help.'

At this moment, Komachi's gaze towards Artoria changed, filled with anticipation as if she had seen a glimmer of hope. If this was the person, she could entrust her brother to her with peace of mind!

After going downstairs, she started talking with the Higashiya family. Under the barrage of gifts, and with Komachi constantly adding fuel to the fire, Artoria, despite being somewhat serious and aloof, was very polite and diligent, earning high praise from the family.

Then the topic shifted to Mashiro.

Shiina Mashiro apprenticed under a professional painter from a young age, studying and dedicating herself to painting. Over the years, her complete focus on art has led to considerable success. While she enjoys painting, she prefers manga with its storylines to oil paintings.

During this exchange program, she met Eriri, a manga artist, and her childhood friend Rita also encouraged her to try becoming a manga artist in Japan. Meanwhile, Artoria, who has been taking care of her recently, also has plans to go to Tokyo.

A relative happened to know a manga editor and introduced her to her, so Mashiro followed Artoria to the Kingdom of Wa.

"Really? Mashiro -chan came to Japan to become a manga artist. Does anyone teach you?" Hachiman's mother asked, looking at the pure and lovely girl.

From what she knew, this girl was a child prodigy painter who had made a name for herself in Europe and even shaken hands with the prime minister. Even though she didn't know much about the oil painting industry, she knew that this child had extraordinary talent.

Moreover, given that her parents are artists who have settled overseas, it's hard for her, as an office worker who lives by the motto of pragmatism, to understand why they would want to come to Tokyo for the sake of manga.

"I've already contacted the editor at the manga magazine," Mashiro replied.

Hachiman's father nodded, resting his chin on his hand, and said, "That's right. After all, besides high-end scientific research and automobile exports, the only thing our country can boast about in the cultural and entertainment industry right now is anime and manga. Countries that used Doraemon as an ambassador during their Olympic bid, had anime characters participate in the parade at the Olympic closing ceremony, and used chibi-style anime figures as mascots—there probably won't be many like them even in the next few hundred years."

"Oh, right, this is also very important. Do you have any dietary restrictions?" Hachiman's mother asked, clasping her hands together.

"No, it's nothing," Artoria said. If it were a war, she would eat even pig feed to gain energy for battle, and she would just vent her frustrations on the enemy afterwards.

Seeing Artoria's action, Mashiro shook her head as well.

'It seems these two children are still a bit reserved. There's nothing we can do about it, after all, they've left their families and are staying with strangers abroad,' Hachiman's mother thought to herself.

"Is that so? Then the next question is, what kind of dishes do you like to eat?" Hachiman's mother, as the head of the family, was incredibly intelligent and asked again.

"Baumkuchen! Pineapple bun!" Mashiro answered without hesitation.

"Hamburgers and fried chicken!" Artoria replied decisively.

"Huh?" Hachiman's mother blinked. Do Britain really eat fast food and bread as their staple food? She doesn't seem to know how to cook anything other than fried chicken nuggets.

At this moment, the Higashiya family's father was holding the bottle of winery red wine, turning it over and playing with it in his palm. Although it wasn't a rare and hard-to-find vintage like the 1982 Lafite that had long been drunk up in Hong Kong movies, it was still a good thing that only locals could get their hands on.

As the head of the family, Hachiman's mother Akechi. She immediately put down her hand, which was about to take off her apron, and said with a smile, "Haha, then let Shirou come back and cook for you."

"Mm." Mashiro nodded repeatedly.

"Okay," Artoria replied.

Just then, a boy sneezed at the door of the Higashiya family.

It turned out that while they were talking, Shirou had already returned home.

The flight from Paris goes directly to the airport in Chiba Prefecture, without needing to transfer at the airport in Tokyo. The school will arrange for a driver to pick up the students in a school bus and take them home. They will then go to the school together for the debriefing meeting the next morning.

The school bus traveled smoothly on the highway, passing several green lights in a row, and soon arrived home.

"Thank you, everyone. See you tomorrow." Shirou thanked the driver, waved to his classmates, and got out of the school shuttle bus. As he dragged his suitcase home, he felt a tickle in his nose.

"I'm back." Shirou took out his keys, dragged his suitcase, opened the door and walked in, casually calling out before sitting down in the entryway to change his shoes.

Soon, a series of hurried, chaotic footsteps sounded.

"Welcome back, brother!" Komachi called out excitedly as she ran out.

"Oh, Komachi." Shirou replied without turning around, clearly thinking about the gift he brought back, right?

Welcome back.

"Hmm..." What's with this soft, flat voice?

"Welcome back, Shirou."

"Huh?!" Shirou suddenly stood up, turned around, and saw a blonde girl in a Western-style dress.

She had a petite figure and a beautiful face that seemed otherworldly. Although she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, she always had a serious and earnest expression. Only he knew that the girl would inadvertently reveal a cute expression that matched her appearance.

Sometimes when he went out to school or to buy groceries, she would rest at home and wait for him to come back. When he opened the door with his key, he would often see the girl standing in the entryway saying "Welcome back" to him.

This feeling of nostalgia, though separated by a lifetime, I never imagined I could experience it again; the girl's clear and beautiful voice would once again appear in my ears.

"Artoria..." Shirou gazed at the girl and whispered her name.

"Hey! Hey! Brother, snap out of it!" Komachi called out repeatedly.

"Woof woof~!" Ca-vall II ran onto Shirou and rubbed against his Shirou leg.

"Oh, eh?! Goodness." Shirou finally came to his senses, patted the white dog's head, looked at Komachi and Mashiro with their smiling faces, blinked, and made sure that there were three girls standing in front of him.

"Why? Artoria, did you bring Mashiro here? Is the school over there alright?" Shirou asked in surprise.

"Shirou, I'm here to learn how to become a manga artist," Mashiro said to the boy.

"I see, so this is your dream. Welcome... No, wait! Even if you're in Tokyo, why are you in my house?" Shirou asked curiously.

"?" Mashiro tilted her head, not quite understanding.

"Shirou, welcome back. These two children will be staying here for the next month as temporary boarding students," Hachiman's mother said as she came out.

"I'm back, Mom. Boarding student?" Shirou said, then looked at Artoria and the adorable Mashiro, trying to glean some information from them.

Artoria met the boy's gaze, saying nothing, yet it was as if she had said everything.

At this moment, Komachi and Hachiman's mother, who were behind them, began to communicate with each other through eye contact and facial expressions.

'This feels really feasible!' Komachi spread her five fingers and then clenched them tightly.

"No! Even if it's not feasible, we'll make it feasible with our own strength!" Hachiman's mother said, slitting her throat.

The mother and daughter nodded emphatically.

Chapter 204 Shirou Girl Living Together

"Alright, stop standing there in the entryway, come on in. Shirou, put your luggage away first," Hachiman's father called out.

"Okay," Shirou replied, then carried the suitcase to his room. He first took out the gifts from the suitcase and placed them in an empty spot. Then he took out his change of clothes and put them into the wardrobe, sorting them by type.

After finishing everything, Shirou looked around and found that although he had been gone for three weeks, the place was exactly the same as when he left, without a speck of dust. It seemed that someone had cleaned it thoroughly. Hmm... except that the sheets seemed a bit messy, as if someone had rolled around on them.

Just then, a spiritual voice came from the doorway.

"Brother, Komachi's here to help~!" The little sister walked in with a smile. Although she said she was helping, she was really just there to collect her gift.

As soon as Komachi walked in, she followed her brother's gaze and saw him looking at the somewhat disheveled bed sheets. She immediately blushed and waved her hands wildly, shouting:

"Waaaaah!! No! No! Brother! It's not what you think!"

"It's not what I think, then what is it?" Shirou asked his sister, looking at her curiously.

"You see, this is just like any ordinary brother and sister, reminiscing about rolling around together, sleeping together, and bathing together when we were little. It's just a very ordinary thing," Komachi explained, blushing and with a wandering gaze.

"No need to explain, I understand," Shirou said with a nonchalant smile.

"What have you figured out?!" Komachi exclaimed in alarm.

"Anyway, I'm not angry. Don't worry about such a small thing," Shirou said with a light laugh. He knew his younger sister very well.

Komachi's thoughts were probably something like, "Haha, my brother's not here, so both rooms and both beds are Komachi now." She would then take turns using both rooms, sitting on one side and then wandering around the other.

Komachi puffed out her cheeks and said, "Really! Komachi thinks you're wrong. But whatever, as long as you remember to give Komachi a present, Komachi forgive you no matter what I did wrong."

"Yes, yes, even if someone is missing, you won't be missing." Shirou handed all the snacks and desserts, such as tea cakes from Jiujiang, macarons from Paris, syrup, and Bristol, into Komachi's arms.

"Hahaha, Komachi has had a great harvest! There's so much, I can hardly eat it all by myself." Komachi looked at the arms full of delicious food and snacks and smiled with great satisfaction.

"Just have one for dinner, otherwise you won't be able to eat anything else," Shirou reminded his sister.

"Yes, yes, I really can't do anything with my brother. He's only been back for ten minutes and he's already nagging." Komachi glanced at the boy with disdain, then carried her gifts to her room.

After sitting down in the living room with everyone, we finally figured out what had happened.

"Mom, this is an outfit I bought for you. I bought a trendy style in your size, it should suit you perfectly." Shirou pulled out the gift he had prepared.

After he described his mother's appearance, figure, and temperament in detail to the female principal and received excellent advice, he finally bought the brand-name dress after several selections.

Although it's not as famous as some international brands, it's considered a well-known brand in France. It doesn't focus on trendy fast fashion, but rather on elegant and graceful dresses that showcase the unique charm of mature women. The patterns and prints are exquisite and beautiful without being overly flashy.

A mother raises her child, and if the child is twenty years old, by the time the child reaches adulthood, the mother will be almost forty. Women start to show signs of aging once they reach forty. Apart from a few who get injections, have beauty treatments, and spend a lot of time on maintenance and exercise, most women have to face problems such as wrinkles and obesity in middle age.

This is a time when children give their mothers care and attention, and when they receive their first paycheck, they buy their parents a gift—something many people have done.

"Thank you, Shirou, I will cherish it," Mom replied with a happy smile.

"And this is for Dad," Shirou said, handing the gift to his father, who was pretending to read the newspaper.

"Oh, more good wine!" Dad immediately put down his newspaper, took the gift, and said happily.

"Again?" Shirou looked at Artoria to the side, exchanged a glance with the girl, and understood what was going on.