Little Sister, Little Sister, Little Sister, Little Sister, Little Sister / Shirou, Tōtsuki Chef

Moriarty's wish to become the father of all the lovely girls in the world ended before it even officially began.

"Shirou," Moriarty said, looking deeply at Shirou at the last moment, "I entrust my 20,000 daughters to you from the third to the seventh basement floors."

"Wait... Huh? What?" Shirou stared blankly as Moriarty disappeared in the fluorescent light. After a moment, he came to his senses and exclaimed, "Huh... Ah!??"

Merlin, who had been hiding behind the scenes, walked over with a grin, patted Shirou on the shoulder, and said, "Isn't this great? An elder brother is like a father. Raising him is like opening 20,000 China Merchants Banks. If all else fails, we can always export him and then sell him back to China."

"Hmph...!" Artoria glared coldly at Merlin, tightening her grip on the Holy Lance.

The Knights of the Round Table, who had been about to say something, all fell silent.

"Just kidding, I was just joking. Let's hurry over to Moriarty's company and see what's going on with those 20,000 girls." Merlin quickly distanced himself from Artoria, waving his hand and laughing as he spoke.

"That's all we can do," Shirou said helplessly. Twenty thousand lives—it was a heavy burden indeed.

"Shirou, I do have some insights into how to get along well with your sister," Gawain said kindly as he approached.

"That's not how it is." Shirou shook his head. To be honest, he was at a loss. He didn't know how to face 20,000 lives.

Chapter 429 Sister Sister Sister Sister

At this moment, the Knights of the Round Table removed their spirit armor and changed back into their elegant suits and tuxedos from inside the club.

"Let's hurry up and leave. The golden light emitted by the Noble Phantasm has already attracted a lot of attention," Bedivere said.

"Ah, wait for me!" Merlin laughed and ran out, and a shiny black Toyota Alphard appeared out of nowhere.

"A car? Where did this come from?" Shirou was certain that this definitely didn't belong to Merlin.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I just happened to run into a young lady while you were fighting, and we had a great chat, so she lent me her car," Merlin said, waving his hand.

"However, this car can only seat five more people." Kai walked to the car door first, cleverly opened it, pointed to the two seats in the middle, and unusually gentlemanly invited, "Please come in, Your Majesty."

The Knights of the Round Table around them were secretly annoyed at this, wondering why they hadn't thought of this method, given their honor of sitting with the king.

Kai glanced proudly at the group of idiots around the Round Table. Sure enough, their brains had been hardened by overworked muscles. He mentally gave himself a perfect score for his wit.

"It's alright, Lord Kai, you can ride in the carriage with the knights, Shirou can ride a horse with me," Artoria said coolly.

"Huh?!" Kai was dumbfounded.

"Shirou, let's go." Artoria leaped onto her horse and invited Shirou to join her.

"I know, Artoria!" Shirou nodded and agreed without saying anything more.

With the lives of 20,000 people at stake, there was no time to waste. He knew absolutely nothing about Moriarty's research facility. Even though he had entered the underground base with Antonio, the floor they were on was used for producing weapons and mechanical soldiers.

Thinking of this, Shirou jumped onto the horse and put his arm around Artoria's waist.

"Wait... no." Kai wanted to say something, but he was grabbed by the shoulders of the gorilla-like Gawain and Lancelot and thrown into the car.

Gawain said, "Alright, alright, since the King has ordered me to sit inside, let's hurry in, Lord Kai."

"Wait! I just wanted to sit next to my sister as an older brother, why are you getting in my way!" Kai said, clearly annoyed.

"No, if we're talking about who's more suitable to sit next to the king, for safety's sake, it should be me, who's stronger in melee combat," Lancelot said.

"No! If anyone should be sitting with the King, shouldn't it be me, as his attendant?" Bedivere joined the conversation.

"Haha, you guys are really joking. If we're talking about close relationships, I'm probably the only one here who's related to the King by blood," Gawain said with a hearty laugh.

"I am indeed very sad, but compared to all this, it is truly most fitting for me to play music for the king," Tristan said, stroking his harp.

Bedivere smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, the King has his own plans, we should just follow orders. But speaking of which... Kay really isn't suitable."

"Gorilla! Immoral! Bird feathers! And you, Little Beckham, what are you pretending to be, a model student! You bunch of bastards, you really want to fight, huh!" Kai roared in a fit of rage.

"Oh, that's great, I'd like to stretch my muscles too," Lancelot said, cracking his knuckles as he clenched them.

"That won't do, Sir Lancelot. Speaking of which, mentioning my sister has made me a little angry too. How about we have a little match? Of course, nothing serious, just enough to dent your head."

"Wait, are you all trying to be disrespectful to the King? I need to correct your careless thinking!"

"Are they really okay?" Shirou asked worriedly, looking at the noisy car.

"It's alright, the Knights of the Round Table often have these kinds of playful fights. As long as no one dies, it's fine," Artoria said calmly, kicking her horse's belly and urging it forward.

"Alright, alright, this is the lady's car, so it's been vandalized. Let's get this over with. Hurry up and sort things out; I can still get back to the hotel tonight and return the car." Merlin said with a light laugh, stepping on the gas.

A black steed galloped through the night, transforming into a black lightning bolt, its speed rivaling that of Merlin driving a car. It was the famous horse that King Arthur Riding in his lifetime, having fought alongside the Knights of the Round Table in countless battles, chasing barbarian kings, racing giants and Dragon species, and even becoming Servant like its master after death.

As night fell, the group returned to the black building.

As soon as I entered, I saw a group of people. Because of the continuous deployment of mechanical soldiers, the security force of the entire building had been depleted, causing panic among the people inside. The Magecraft who had anticipated something, as well as some of the followers, had already slipped away.

The rest of the people were all caught red-handed or relied on Moriarty, and they all looked terrified and on the verge of collapse.

At that moment, a group of outsiders barged in, and the eyes of dozens of people inside the building turned towards them simultaneously. No one knew what to say, and for a moment, they were frozen in place.

As for the Knights of the Round Table, they would naturally not hold back on the battlefield, but they really didn't know what to do with these unarmed humans.

At this moment, Artoria stepped forward, now dressed in a magnificent black evening gown, resembling the most dazzling and noble queen descending upon the scene.

"Get out of my way! Moriarty has been defeated! Anyone who dares to obstruct me will be executed on the spot, without mercy!"

Artoria coldly swept her gaze over the crowd, causing them to lower their heads, trembling and unable to meet her eyes. The sadistic female cadre from before was also present, and she collapsed to the ground.

Her sudden fall terrified the other officials and henchmen, who all knelt down, their legs giving way. They respectfully pressed their heads to the ground in a traditional dogeza (vertical kowtow), swearing their loyalty and welcoming the arrival of their new Lord.

With delicate features, a broad back and strong waist, and a swaying physique, he might not possess the domineering aura that commands respect, but he certainly exudes authority. Those who have long held high positions possess official authority, veterans who have fought on the battlefield possess a murderous aura, and even street thugs collecting protection money have a ruthless and intimidating presence when they carry a knife.

Different environments, familiar home ground, unfamiliar away ground, confidence versus insecurity—these have a significant impact on a person, even changing the way they look at others. Many people, when lacking confidence, don't even have the courage to maintain eye contact for long; they immediately look away once they make contact.

But if you have confidence, you can look everything in the eye.

Of course, there are also people who have received professional training, such as professional swindlers who judge situations by observing eyes, like some qigong masters who, before being arrested, even became guests of important figures, or sales elites from various industries.

Another factor is compatibility; when a thief encounters a policeman, their aura naturally weakens.

As a ruler who had once ruled a country, seizing a few blocks of territory was incredibly easy for her, especially since it was the property of a defeated enemy she had conquered in battle. According to the rules of her time, the entire Shinjuku area would now belong to Britain.

Those who dare to challenge her can bring their armies to attack, but she will drive them all out, just as she has driven out invading barbarian tribes in the past.

No one dared to resist or defy Artoria, so Shirou and the others made their way into the basement without any obstacles.

At this moment, the lights came on in the basements where the androids were being cultivated, and new important notifications kept flashing on the monitoring computers.

It seems that because Moriarty left and the energy supply stopped, some of the girls inside the incubation machine have woken up and are now leaning against the glass of the incubation chamber, curiously looking outside.

The five floors are divided into levels according to the age groups at which the girls are created. Inside, in the nutrient solution incubation chambers, sleep girls of different ages. The ages are all controlled to be under 18, ranging from high school girls in high school, junior high school girls in junior high school, elementary school girls, kindergarten girls, and even babies aged 1 to 3 years old who are just learning to talk and still need diaper changes and feeding.

Although Shirou was initially confused and unsure if he truly had the ability to support so many people, when he saw the children, his heart suddenly clenched, and he instantly made a decision: 'Yes, he would take care of these children no matter what and raise them to adulthood.'

And so Shirou began his new life of raising 20,000 little sisters.

A week has passed since then.

In a remote apartment building complex in Tokyo.

"Onii-chan, let's play together."

"Wait, I was the one who made the appointment first!"

Two blonde elementary school girls, each holding a water gun, hugged one of Shirou's legs. They looked nine-tenths similar to Artoria, except that their features hadn't fully developed and they still had the childishness of elementary school students.

"Alright, I have things to do. You two play by yourselves for now," Shirou said softly, patting his two younger sisters' heads.

"Nini, hug me~!" The little girl, not yet three years old, dressed in a onesie, crawled to Shirou's feet, her big, bright eyes wide open, her arms outstretched.

"..." Shirou looked at the blonde doll and really wanted to give in, but besides her, there were a bunch of babies staring longingly at them. If this started, things would get out of control.

"Boss, our stock is running low. We need to order more snacks and refreshments."

"Boss, please get the fried chicken too!"

Shirou turned around and saw that it was the small-scale literary girl and the small-scale cool Saber Alter, a pair of middle school girls who turned into female demons if they weren't given food.

"Then these children are in your care. Make sure you keep them happy," Shirou said.

"Understood," the two girls replied honestly, raising their hands.

"Shirou, I'll help too," said the white-clad Lily.

"Thank you, Lily," Shirou said, deeply moved. This child was simply an angel.

"Brother Shirou, stop doing all that and come play the game!" a mischievous kid shouted, jumping up and down in front of him.

"Sorry, although it's the European zone's turn today, I still have to go to Jeanne d'Arc's building next, followed by Illya's building, Elizabeth's building, Fran's building, Attila's building, Jack's building..." Shirou began reciting a long list of names.

Because Moriarty's interests were so wide-ranging, he read for a full minute without finishing, and finally gave up, looking earnestly at the girl's face and saying, "So... please understand." Shirou said weakly.

"Is... is that so? You've really had a tough time, brother." The girl seemed to understand and didn't dare to ask for anything more.

"So, when did you sneak in here?" Shirou asked. The girl in front of him had her hair in a topknot, and although her face was similar, she was actually a tomboy from the Mo-zai Building, impersonating Artoria, a wild girl disguised as Mo-zai who had infiltrated the building.

Little Mo hesitated, then pointed at his finger and said, "Will... that... that super cool and beautiful older sister in the black dress be coming over tonight?"

"No, Artoria went abroad on business today and probably won't be back in time," Shirou said.

"What?! Bro, you need to step up your game! Don't just wait for that girl to come looking for you at night!" The tomboy slapped Shirou hard on the back, making a loud noise, and then ran off.

"I don't need you to tell me, but why is it that even this detail is exactly the same as the original?" Shirou said helplessly, feeling a burning sensation on his back.

Yes, it is precisely because Artoria took over the business left by Moriarty that she suppressed all the forces in a very short time and then carried out reforms. Now, with Merlin's help, she has begun to clean up the mess and gradually transform it into a legitimate business.

The most heinous criminals, after a friendly conversation with Merlin, lined up and surrendered themselves to the Metropolitan Police Department. One by one, they tearfully recounted their criminal histories, leaving the officers taking their statements utterly astonished, their mouths agape, much like the ever-young Inspector Megure during a case investigation.

The rest of the people were forcibly brainwashed and reformed, and have now reformed and returned to society.

As for the ill-gotten gains confiscated, Merlin was responsible for laundering them before depositing them into the company account. The plan was to recruit people from various countries, transform them into elite warriors through military training, and cultivate them into skilled professionals. The goal was to establish a security company that would provide mercenaries and professional bodyguards.

So there are no financial problems at all; Shirou only needs to focus on taking care of his sisters every day.

However... he now has twenty... twenty thousand of these bizarre and wonderful sisters...

In fact, the younger sisters in Artoria's group are relatively easy to get along with; at most, they have a good appetite and a strong personality.

"Brother, the Jeanne d'Arc Building called and said that if you don't go there soon, those delinquents are going to set the building on fire," a younger sister said, bringing the phone over.

"Yes, yes... I understand. Tell them I'm coming right now," Shirou replied loudly.

"Go, brother!" Lily, dressed in pure white, clenched her little fist and cheered him on.

"Mmm..." Shirou walked downstairs with mixed feelings. As he stepped out of the building, he exclaimed with emotion, "My little sister is simply an angel."

"Is that calling me!?" Except for those who couldn't move, the remaining ten thousand-plus girls in the entire neighborhood peeked out from windows on both floors, on the grass, on trees, on manhole covers, and even in the bushes, all looking over and saying in unison.

"Slurp...!!!" Startled, the red-haired youth suddenly opened his eyes, sucking back the saliva that was about to fall to the ground. Still shaken, he turned his head left and right until he was sure that the surrounding scenery was completely normal before he finally calmed down.

This is another world, and Shirou is still searching for true happiness. However, this Shirou has woken up several years later. He is older now, looking to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with dead fish eyes on his face. He seems somewhat dejected and decadent, yet also has a Zen-like tranquility.

Chapter 430 Totsuki Chef Shirou

Shirou was in the kitchen, a small restaurant, much like a Japanese ramen shop, with the kitchen enclosed by a counter. Dishes were served to customers as soon as they were put into bowls. At this moment, there were very few customers in the shop; the customers at other tables were already eating, and only two customers at the counter were waiting for their food.

On one side was a middle-aged man with a beer belly, and on the other side was an office worker wearing glasses.

"What's wrong with you, young boss? Are you tired?" The middle-aged man, seeing Shirou dozing off, sipped his small cup of sake and asked with a chuckle.

"No, I just dozed off and had a slightly shocking dream," Shirou said casually, waving his hand.

"What kind of dream was it?" a customer asked curiously, sipping a dried squid and a small drink.

"No, it's nothing serious. I just suddenly had a lot of little sisters in my dream," Shirou said calmly.

"Ah, could it be one of those girls?" the middle-aged man said with a knowing smirk.

"No, I consider him my own flesh and blood," Shirou said with dead fish eyes. At this moment, a look of enlightenment appeared on his face, a state of transcendence and detachment from worldly affairs.

In fact, this wasn't the first time he'd had this dream, but because it was so real, it still affects his life to this day. Whenever he goes to the same places, like Shinjuku, new memories keep popping up in his mind, as if another version of himself had personally experienced it before.

"How much exactly is 'a lot'?" A customer drinking drinks asked curiously, noticing Shirou's bewildered expression.

"Twenty thousand..." Shirou said calmly, his eyes lifeless.

In this life, he woke up all alone. He knew he could never have a sister again, so he decided to just live a carefree, unambitious life.

"Pfft!!!" The customer who was drinking spat it out.

"What the hell is that?! I already have two daughters and I've had enough, and now you're complaining that I smell bad because I'm old! What do you mean I smell bad?! I'm not even fifty yet!" he complained bitterly.

"Yes, yes, you're not drunk yet, so don't act crazy." Shirou calmly placed a hot towel on the other person's shoulder, then used a rag.

"Speaking of which, you're asleep, aren't you? If you can't manage, I'll go eat at the shop next door where Kouhei is taking over. If they don't mess around with their innovations, their signature dishes are excellent, not much worse than yours," another customer sitting at the counter to Shirou's right said with a laugh.

"Alright, alright, let's make it now! Grilled saury and tofu in soy sauce, right? Please wait a moment~!" Shirou flicked the wristbands tied around his hands, which transformed into a long white towel, which he then tied around his head.

With a whoosh, the curtain at the door was flung open, and a haughty young lady with long golden hair barged in, hands on her hips, shouting loudly: