A Tropical Island Feast

Just then, from the other side where the fragrance wafted, a flash of silver appeared and pounced on Shirou!

"Shirou! What's wrong with you? You've been spacing out ever since you came out the door. I pulled you, and you just collapsed to the ground!?" Illya opened her Ruby- like eyes wide, her eyes reddening with worry, and her eyes even moistened.

"Ah, sorry, Illya, I was actually pulled away by the Counter Force to talk to you," Shirou quickly explained. "By the way, where is this place?"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, senpai." At that moment, the mischievous laughter of a young girl came from above Shirou.

Shirou looked to the other side and saw the purple-haired girl looking down at him. He could feel her chest pressing against his face. The girl pressed her soft breasts down and moved them to the side, pressing her chin against them so that she could barely meet Shirou's eyes.

Only in this way could BB clearly see Shirou's face while using Shirou as a lap pillow.

Shirou realized that the soft thing he had been resting his head on was actually a girl's chubby lap pillow; no wonder it was so soft.

"Shirou-senpai, although your sleepy face, looking like a little pig with no defenses, is kind of nice, let's not sleep in such a great place! Let's go play! Come on, let's play~! This is Hawaii~!"

"Huh? Hawaii?" Shirou gave up the lap pillow offer from the girl, sat up, looked around in confusion, and asked, "Why... did we come to this southern country?"

"Ah! Shirou! You're finally here! Mom has been waiting for you for so long~!" Wearing a swimsuit and exuding a seductive Minamoto no Raikō opened his arms and pounced on her.

"Stop! Raikou, Raikou," Shirou said helplessly, raising his hand to block the newcomer's path.

"We actually fought a real battle before. Even though Raikou over there has fallen, he's still a decent person." Shirou covered his face, unwilling to look at the other person's face.

"Hmm? What?" Minamoto no Raikō maintained his maternal smile, blinked, and looked at Shirou with infinite loving eyes.

"No... that's enough. But Raikou, didn't you go back? Why? You're still here! Didn't you go back to your original world?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"Of course it's because BB-chan invited everyone to come!" the purple-haired girl said with a grin, her hands behind her back.

Shirou noticed that this girl had started wearing a baseball cap, her long purple hair was braided, she was wearing a sun-protective jacket, and hot pants that revealed her youthful and energetic legs.

Yes, this is a southern sea area created by BB-chan, an artificial Heroic Servant of GM level. She was waiting for Shirou to return while hiding from a witch, but waiting was too boring. So she listened to the advice of those around her and developed this southern island paradise.

In the distance, a vast expanse of blue sea stretched out before us, waves crashing against the golden sand, splashing up white spray. Along the shore stood coconut trees laden with fruit.

The sounds of girls playing and laughing could be heard from the side. There were familiar faces playing beach volleyball. When Shirou looked over there, the girls there also looked over.

Under a parasol not far away, Yukino Yukinoshita, lying on a beach chair, closed her book and looked this way.

Because of the presence of Snow Encyclopedia here, the facilities here are all-encompassing. Even the shop staff are just simulated AI, while the customers are Servant and humans invited by BB. Among the many shops, there are quite a few familiar faces.

"Oh, that guy, he's finally here." A silver-haired girl in a black bikini said with a light laugh. She raised her eyebrows, looked down at her outfit, and then looked at the boy over there, seemingly expecting something.

But for some reason... even though she was wearing a swimsuit, she also had a samurai sword tucked into her waistband.

On the table next to the silver-haired girl were various foods and stacks of plates, almost devoid of any remaining food or oil. This was the Irish Celtic Flowing Sea House, one of the dining venues created by BB.

"Shirou's here!" Artoria was ravenously eating fried noodles and various fried and grilled foods, looked up at Shirou, glanced at the food still on her plate, and then made a decision. She picked up her plate and walked out of the store, stuffing herself with food as she went.

"Wait! Customer! You haven't paid yet, why are you running off like this?!" The blue-haired, braided young man in beach clothes shouted repeatedly, wielding a shovel.

"Trying to Hegemon-King and dash!!!" A tall, beautiful woman with short, rose-colored hair and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye glared at him, her eyes flashing with the murderous intent of a professional mercenary. Despite being a waitress in a swimsuit and apron, she exuded the ruggedness of a professional soldier. (Monthly fee group 694936135)

"Awoo ding ding wu Jiuchi is here!!!" Artoria replied with her pout, not stopping her mouth from slurping the huge plate of fried noodles as she ran out of the shop.

"Wait! Sir/Madam! We do not offer credit here!" The waitress was about to chase after him.

Artoria slurped all the fried noodles into her mouth, swallowed them with a gulp, threw the plate back onto the table in the shop, and shouted, "Let that chuunibyou woman over there with the samurai sword pay!"

Artoria left those words behind, continuing to munch on her fried chicken nuggets and Skewers, and ran towards Shirou.

"You bastard! It's not your place, you swimsuit-clad maid with a pistol and a mop, to talk to me like that! Stop right there!" Jeanne d'Arc shouted angrily, about to draw her sword and chase after him.

"Guest! Please pay your bill before leaving!" The short, rose-colored waitress forcefully blocked the silver-haired girl's path, refusing to budge an inch. Although she was an AI created by BB to serve everyone, she was a perfect replica of the humans Moon-cell had observed; her prototype was Servant face-to-face.

"Get out of my way! Don't think that just because you're an AI, I won't cut you down!" Jeanne d'Arc glared at the other person and said.

"Guest! If you're leaving, please pay for your friend's meal!" The woman with short, rose-colored hair firmly grabbed the silver-haired girl's arms and urged her on.

"Who said she's my friend?! Tell me! How much is it in total?!" Jeanne d'Arc roared angrily, her face flushed red.

"Thank you for your patronage!!!" the waitress replied happily to the manager.

Chapter 391 A Grand Feast in the Southern Islands

Wearing a black cross-skirt swimsuit and a white maid crown, Artoria, holding Skewers in one hand and a handful of fried chicken in the other, ran towards Shirou's location with astonishing momentum, eating as she went.

However, there was another swift figure, even faster than Artoria, who ran ahead of Artoria like a hurricane. Upon hearing Shirou's news, she immediately summoned herself, unleashing the maximum speed of Demon God Souji, and charged towards them in a frenzy!

"Oh my god! Brother, you're finally here!" Komachi's spirited voice came from afar as she sprinted towards them.

"Komachi... you little rascal, you missed me so much..." Shirou was deeply moved by Katana's reaction. But thinking about it, it made sense; this was the deep bond built up over more than ten years of spending time together.

"Brother!" Komachi, who had run over, possessed the spirit of the Demon God Souji, Okita Souji, and her skin turned a healthy wheat color, which suited the southern region quite well. At this moment, her younger sister had an extremely excited and excited expression on her face. It seemed that her breathing had become rapid due to running at all her might, and hot air was coming out of her nostrils.

There seemed to be something else going on, a breathing pattern that only appeared when one was more faithful to their desires, but that was probably just an illusion. Shirou dismissed the thought in his mind. Although Komachi seemed a bit exaggerated, Shirou understood that this was the emotion between siblings after a long separation, a manifestation of a heart full of joy.

"Komachi!" Shirou looked at Komachi with relief, opening his arms to welcome his younger sister.

However, when Komachi ran closer and saw Shirou's appearance clearly, she suddenly braked, skidding and creating a crater in the sand before coming to a stop. She looked up at Shirou, who was more than a head taller than her, and cried out in dissatisfaction and disappointment, "Why!"

"What do you mean, 'why'? Miss Komachi, isn't the change in your attitude a bit too drastic?" Shirou asked Komachi in surprise, finding his younger sister utterly inexplicable.

Komachi screamed in frustration, "Why!"

"Why? Is this the way you talk to your brother?" Shirou looked at his baffled sister and said tangledly, all his previous emotions went to waste.

"What's going on? Where's my brother? Where's the elementary school brother?... Shouldn't he be a smaller, cuter brother?! This is a little bad. Now the older brother has become Komachi brother?" Komachi grabbed Shirou's collar and asked.

"I've already recovered!" Shirou pried her hands away and said irritably.

"When did you recover? How could this happen?!" Komachi, as if she had missed out on a fortune, knelt down in despair. After a while, she whispered, "Brother, could you turn back into your small form a little bit now?"

"Impossible!" Shirou waved his hand, refusing without hesitation. Changes in his physical body would affect his mind, and he didn't want to appear childish in front of the people here.

And most importantly... there's Minamoto no Raikō right there, his eyes wide and shining brightly. How could he possibly do something so dangerous?

"... Pfft, pfft..." Looking over here, the woman's breathing became heavy. Hearing Shirou's words, she frowned in disappointment. Her tired appearance seemed to be lamenting why her rebellious child wouldn't listen to his mother.

'Even with that expression, things won't go as you wish!' Shirou thought to himself, turning his head away.

At this moment, Komachi was still kneeling on the ground, not yet recovered from her disappointment.

"Alright, stop kneeling there. That happened a long time ago," Shirou said helplessly.

"You stingy brat! Brother, you're talking nonsense! You were attacked at the fireworks festival and swept into the forest, and only a few days have passed!" Komachi jumped up, puffing out her cheeks like a steamed bun.

"I'd forgotten that time is different in each world. It turns out only a few days have passed here... That makes sense. Otherwise, if we didn't go back, things would have been in chaos outside by now," Shirou said helplessly. Although it was only a few days for Komachi and the others, it felt like a long time to him.

If I had to name it, it happened when I was fighting against the Bull of Heaven alongside the Pokémon-transformed Servant —that was thousands of years ago, in ancient times.

"Hmph~ So this is Shirou's sister in this world." Illya stepped forward, her Ruby eyes wide open, scrutinizing Komachi from head to toe with a critical gaze that also carried a hint of provocation.

The two girls stared at each other in silence for a long time.

"Who is this child? A primary school student? Oh my god!!! Come here and hug me~!" Komachi's eyes lit up, and she screamed, hugging Illya tightly.

"No, I'm the older sister!" Illya protested, waving her hands as she was being hugged.

"Eh? You want to be my 'older sister'? So cute~! Sure, older brothers are super popular, you know. Let me hug you first, and then I'll put in a good word for you." Upon hearing Illya's words, Komachi hugged the girl even tighter, rubbing her face against hers.

Under the enhancement of the Demon God Souji's 100% possession state, Illya, who is also an Ugly-class Alter Ego, is completely suppressed in terms of strength due to the huge difference in size between her and the genius comedian... no... the all-around enhanced form of the swordsman. She is completely unable to break free.

"Waaaaah! Help me!" Illya screamed.

"So cute~! Her skin is so smooth and soft, I want to rub it against her!" Komachi shouted excitedly.

Shirou turned his head with amusement, just as the blonde girl who had run over stood in front of him. Her fair skin paired with a black swimsuit and her platinum blonde hair shimmered in the southern sunlight, like the most proud flower under the bright sun.

"Shirou ~! Welcome back," Artoria said.

"Ah, I'm back, Artoria." Shirou replied with a bright smile, feeling a sense of peace upon seeing the girl's face.

"..." Artoria's heart raced at the sight of the boy's smile, and she was momentarily speechless. "Put yourself in his shoes!" she thought. "That's it! A gift! Something delicious for Shirou will do!"

However, the girl looked down and saw that she only had one fried chicken wing left in her hand. She had been munching on it as she ran, and by the time she arrived, her Skewers was gone. Artoria hesitated for a moment, but finally made a difficult decision. She gritted her teeth, tore off half of the fried chicken wing, and offered it to Shirou. She took a bite of the wing and asked, "Shirou, do you want some?"

"No need, you should eat. I'm sorry to have made everyone worry about me. As a thank you, I'll cook some seaside dishes for you and everyone else." Shirou said with a smile.

"Really?! It's a deal then!" Artoria smiled, turned to the purple-haired girl beside her, and ordered, "BB, hurry up and prepare the items!"

"Received~! BB-chan also wants to eat the lovingly prepared food made by her senior, seafood barbecue would be great~!" The girl turned her hat around, pulled the tip back of her head, and gave a playful salute.

"I understand, bring it on!" Shirou replied.

"Well then, senior, Illya, please go return your clothes~! There are hundreds of swimsuits to choose from in the changing room. Let's go~! Everyone's waiting." BB pushed the two of them towards the changing room.

When Shirou and Illya changed into their swimsuits and came out...

The companions from the island have also arrived, including the human girls and the Servant they once summoned. Perhaps because of this appearance, it's even more lively than the previous fireworks festival.

Unfortunately, Mash and Gudako from Chaldea side didn't come here.

"Yah hello~! Shirou, over here!" Yuihama, holding a beach volleyball, Yukino and smiled brightly as she pulled Yukinoshita along.

"Oh, everyone, I'm so glad you're all alright," Shirou replied with a smile.

"Yes, after leaving that world, we were brought here by BB. It seems that Mashiro and Komachi were brought here from the beginning," Asuna said with a smile.

"Hello..." The fallen angel waved weakly, clutching her swimming ring. She had just been pulled into the sea by her companions. Since she couldn't swim, it was definitely better for her to lie on the shore, drinking soda and playing mobile games.

"You're finally back, you rascal!" Jeanne d'Arc, who had just paid the bill, punched Shirou in the chest and said.

"Ah, Jeanne d'Arc, long time no see, swimsuit!" Shirou exclaimed, praising the newly transformed silver-haired girl.

"Thank you... No! I didn't ask you to comment, did I? I told you not to look around!" Jeanne d'Arc blushed as she thanked him, but she was indeed too shy. She reached out her hand to cover the boy's eyes.

"But why are you wearing a katana? Is there some danger here?" Shirou asked suspiciously, his gaze fixed on a purple-haired girl was likely to cause trouble.

"No, it's just a product of her chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)." Artoria said coldly from the side.

"You cold-blooded woman! You just made me pay for your meal! Give me my money back right now!" Jeanne d'Arc shouted angrily at the blonde girl.

"Huh? These shops are created by AIs created by BB, so why do they charge money?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"Because~! Senior doesn't allow BB-chan to hack into banks in the outside world, nor does he allow anyone to manufacture banknotes." The purple-haired girl agreed, then turned her head and muttered softly, "And I also need to prepare for future activities."

"Hmm?" Shirou looked at the purple-haired girl with suspicion.

BB-chan quickly changed the subject, saying, "Senior, all the cooking utensils are ready! Everyone's waiting for you!"

"Okay! I'll be right there!" Shirou replied and went over.

"Shirou! Make something delicious and bring it over! And please, some beer too." The Iron Fist teacher waved and said.

"Please also prepare some snacks to go with my drinks!" the horned Oni Tribe girl called out in a Kyoto accent.

"I know! I know! Bring all the ingredients you have! Bring them all over here!" Shirou shouted, picking up the small shovel.

"Yay! No wonder he's a man who can't say no!"

The boisterous revelry continued into the afternoon, when the tired girls returned to their rooms to rest, and the Servant also quieted down.

At night, Illya and Shirou sat on chairs outside their wooden cabin at the resort, gazing at the sea. There weren't many stars in the sky, but the sea was pitch black, and all they could hear was the continuous rolling of the waves as they crashed ashore, carried by the sea breeze.

By this time, the boy and girl had changed out of their swimsuits and into casual short-sleeved shirts and shorts, and the girl had also put on a white windproof jacket.

"Illya, what do you think of the people here?" Shirou asked softly.

"Yes, everyone is a very good child, although Komachi is a bit too noisy," Illya replied with a smile.

"Is that so, Illya... There's something I need to make clear to you..." Shirou said in a deep voice.

"Yes?"

"Actually..."

Shirou and the White God have reached a point of no return. In order to give Illya a physical body to live on in the human world, Shirou used the god's power. If the White God disappears, then Illya will also disappear.

Shirou clearly knew this, but he still hoped that Illya could be happy, even if that happiness was full of uncertainty and might bring hope only to be followed by heartbreaking disappointment.

"I presumptuously assumed that if you came into this world, you would definitely be happy. But Alaya reminded me that this was actually a blessing I imposed on you. Just like the great serpent's blessing on Mochizuki Chiyome, it was actually a curse in people's eyes."

The white god has lost his humanity, unilaterally desiring happiness for all humankind. I originally wanted to stop him. But now it seems... I'm the same. So I really am just an incarnation created by the god."

It's possible that in that fire, he abandoned those who cried for help, and as the only survivor, he was driven by the desire to do something, diligently training his body and learning Magecraft he hadn't yet mastered. To put it nicely, he was diligent; to put it bluntly, he was busy but in a daze.

Although my relationships with the people around me weren't too bad, I didn't actually make any particularly close friends during elementary school unless I encountered someone similarly special.

Looking back, what kind of people did he interact with in his past life? The eccentric older sister, the Student Council who was the heir to a temple, the Kyudo Club captain who was more manly than any man, and the self-centered young master.

Outside of school, besides the shop manager and Cat Sister, the only person I frequently interact with is actually the grandfather of the head of the Fujimura Group — Sister Fuji.

When I entered junior high school, I was just focused on pushing my limits, not caring about what others thought. I wanted to do everything I could, to jump higher and run faster.

While I hope to see the people around me happy and I won't refuse requests for help, I never care about how others perceive me or their lives. In a sense, this is a deep-seated indifference towards others.

After being reborn into this world, he thought these flaws had been filled and repaired by the warmth of his family, but now it seems that haven't been the case. Perhaps something is missing from his very being, perhaps it's an innate deficiency. He can't understand them, nor is he understood by others, and he can't explain anything.