The Black Biker

"Hmm..." Shirou raised his glass to Hayama Ryo with both hands as a toast, downed the drink, and then said, "You accepted the request I mentioned before. Since the Indian subcontinent is your homeland, you're more familiar with these places, right? So I entrusted these areas to you, but... is that really alright?"

Shirou knew about Hayama Ryo Jun Shiomi; this man should have never left the professor who adopted him. For the sake of world peace, Shirou entrusted the task to the most suitable person, but he also felt guilty for forcing his friend to do something he didn't want to do.

"Ah, after all, Jun needs to research spices and often needs to travel there on business. If the dark cuisine there gets a little unruly, I'll be very troubled too. And I'm about to make up my mind to settle things once and for all! After this is over, I will propose to Jun." Hayama Ryo finished his drink, then stood up, picked up the sleeping Jun Shiomi in Princess carry, and said to Shirou.

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention, Shirou, congratulations on getting what you wanted. We'll head back now."

"Ah, thank you, and I wish you all the best," Shirou replied with a smile.

While drunk and fast asleep, Jun Shiomi allowed Hayama Ryo to hold her in his arms. She remained asleep, but she still held the flower ball firmly in her hand.

Shirou sincerely hopes that all his friends can find happiness. Currently, Europe and America are the biggest problem, being the largest distribution center for this toxic substance. However, in Northern Europe and Finland, there are still those Nakiri Alice Wonderland and the others, so the problem can be solved.

"Hey! Groom! Don't hide here thinking about anything, everyone's waiting for you to drink with us!" Dojima Gin walked over, grabbed Shirou's arm, and pulled him back to the bar.

"Hahaha!" The people gathered on the opposite side, drinking together, burst into lively laughter.

"What are those people arguing about over there?" Shirou asked, standing up in confusion, and was about to go over and check it out.

However, the people around him immediately pulled Shirou back, and a group of them lined up to offer him a toast.

"Alright, alright! Now's not the time for this! Shirou ~! Come on, let's drink~! Cheers~!" One after another, people ran over from the crowd, pouring drinks for him.

"Alright, thank you everyone for coming today, cheers! Let's drink!" Shirou could only keep drinking with them until he finally slumped onto the table, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"Hahaha! This guy's passed out!"

"Hahaha! The strongest in Totsuki's history has been knocked out by me!!!"

"Hahaha, let him go since he's drunk. Just send him straight to the bridal chamber," the old man Nakiri said with a hearty laugh.

"Yes!" Everyone laughed and carried Shirou back to the bridal chamber. They closed the door, where the bride, dressed in a white wedding gown, was already waiting.

"Hehe, then, Commander, we'll leave the groom here for you. Please enjoy your meal," someone joked.

"Now that the groom is in the bride's care, let's go back and have some more drinks." After Shirou was carried to the bed, the victors, laughing and with their arms around each other's shoulders, went out.

Hearing everyone leave and the sound of the door closing, Shirou had successfully escaped drunkenly, opened his eyes in bed.

"Weren't you dead drunk?" Erina removed her white veil and looked at Shirou, teasingly.

"I've already toasted everyone, how could I possibly drink with them until dawn?" Shirou said with a smile, sitting up and leaning against Erina, spreading one hand.

The newlyweds gazed into each other's eyes; they had waited far too long for this day.

"Erina..."

"Shirou..."

In their drunken stupor, the two didn't exchange many words, but instead embraced and kissed passionately. It seemed they wanted to transform all the words in their hearts into physical actions, using their bodies to warm each other's hearts.

They have both sacrificed a great deal for each other, overcome numerous trials, and finally come together legitimately. They will continue to work hard for this and walk happily together forever.

After the wedding, Caesar and Cleopatra indeed slipped away the next day, and no one knew where they went. When they woke up in the morning, they only found a piece of paper stuck on the table that read, "We've gone sightseeing."

Iskandar, King of Conquerors, is always busy, so he teamed up with Lord El-Melloi II and Li Shuwen to travel to other countries, and incidentally help investigate the poisonous seasoning sent by the female fox.

Only the other girls stayed.

"What are your plans?" Shirou asked them.

"Chirp chirp, let's chat for a while too," said Enma-tei.

"I haven't had enough fun yet! Make me some more delicious and interesting dishes, and let me try them!" Nero grinned, puffing out her chest as she loudly agreed.

"Meow wants to play with its owner, okay? Okay? Woof!" Tamamo Cat ran over with a grin and said.

"After all, if you're preparing for your wedding, I can help," Boudica said gently.

Consort Yu, who wasn't good at interacting with people, originally wanted to leave first, but Boudica brought her over. She herself seemed quite interested in human weddings.

"Of course you're welcome! We have plenty of room in our house. Right, Erina?" Shirou readily agreed, smiling at the blonde woman.

"Ah... um... um~" Erina looked at the women, each with a beauty that rivaled hers and a unique charm, and replied with mixed feelings and a little nervousness. After all, they were the benefactors who helped Nakiri fight against the Dark Cuisine World, and she really couldn't refuse, but her voice was a little unsteady.

Feeling the pressure, Erina looked around at the scenery and finally focused on the red-haired girl. Although she was petite, she exuded an air of superiority. (Monthly membership group 694936135)

"Hmm! Master Enma-tei? I've heard about your deeds from Tomoe. Please let me train at your hot spring inn someday." Erina held the cute red-haired girl's hand and said very seriously.

Enma-tei looked up at the blonde woman before her, carefully crafted her words, and said earnestly, "Erina, you are a talented and good girl. Actually, your culinary skills are more than enough for a bride's training. All that's left is to be more honest, and your wish will be granted immediately."

"Is... is that so..." Erina said, blushing and lacking confidence.

"Yes! Hold onto a man's vital organs firmly!" Enma-tei encouraged, clenching her small fist.

"Internal organs...right! I understand!" Erina said, emboldened and full of fighting spirit.

"Chirp chirp?" Enma-tei tilted her head, still not understanding what kind of ferocious female beast she had released.

After staying at Shirou's new Emiya Residence for several weeks, it was time for the Servant to leave this world. After all, it was time for them, who had come from Chaldea on vacation, to go back and help their Master and the others. After all, the headquarters was frozen, and Da Vinci had been impaled in the chest by the priest. It would be too pitiful to leave them unattended. So the Servant prepared to return to find Gudako and the others who had been lost in the Lostbelt.

"Tomoe Gozen, thank you so much for protecting Erina." Shirou approached the silver-haired, red-eyed beauty and said sincerely.

"No, in my previous world, I was on the same side as Erina, so saving her was only natural. And thanks to your culinary demonstration, it was so moving! No! Even a demon would be inspired. I've regained my determination, and I will continue to improve my cooking skills. I'll definitely make a dish that you, Master Enma-tei, will approve of." Tomoe Gozen was full of fighting spirit, clenching her fists, as if fire was about to burst from her body.

"Calm down, calm down, don't actually get angry! Anyway, before you take your own cooking out of the pot, remember to taste it yourself first. That's basic." Shirou looked at the silver-haired woman with some disbelief, but still gave her a reminder.

"That was a really fun show! I'm so happy! Remember to invite me next time there's a similar event. I'll sing the opening song for you then! It'll be free!" Nero said with a hearty laugh.

"Haha, thank you anyway, Nero." Shirou glanced away with his deadpan eyes; he just wanted to get back to his little shop and stay home as soon as possible.

The God of Cookery Cup finals he participated in before, it only took one day, but why does it feel like a week of exhaustion? His muscles are still sore. So he will never participate in such a competition again in his life.

"The master of another world~! When I go back, I'll go and catch my master's dog. There will definitely be a dog in the world where my master sleeps with me every day~!" Tamamo Cat said with longing.

"Ah, it seems I'll be very happy in that world," Shirou replied with a smile.

"Waaah... Master, you're so good at saying nice things, meow~!" Tamamo Cat said, blushing, but her paws, which were rubbing their round, paw-like hands together, looked eager to try.

"Then we'll head back~! Shirou, I hope you'll be happy here." Boudica looked deeply at Shirou and said gently.

"Yes, everyone, thank you so much for everything these past few days," Shirou said from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmm~! Otherwise, if Gudako and Mash need Yu but can't find Yu, they'll be too lonely~!" Nero agreed.

Amidst the fluorescent light, the Servant girls were teleported back to their original location.

Shirou waved goodbye and watched his Servant leave before returning to his own courtyard. Everything seemed quiet again, and the house felt empty once more. However, he had been exhausted in every way because of the girls' presence; to be honest, he was completely worn out and his body was about to give out.

Shirou straightened up, revealing a relaxed smile. From now on, he could finally return to his usual routine and enjoy a few days of Buddhist-like tranquility.

Just then, the sweet, alluring voice of his newlywed wife came from inside the house.

"Shirou, come here~! I bought new clothes." Erina's voice came from inside the room, and a fair and slender arm stretched out and beckoned in their direction.

"Haha, Erina, look, they've already left, so we don't need to go tonight...?" Shirou was surprised, looked at his newlywed wife, and said with a smile.

"What are you talking about, Shirou? I bought these new clothes especially for you." Erina's sweet and charming voice came again.

Shirou swallowed hard, a shiver running down his spine. The dark circles under his deadpan eyes looked even more pronounced. He felt that Erina had become increasingly terrifying since they got married. Buying new clothes every day was fine since they had the money to afford it, and she could enjoy it. But buying sexy lingerie every day—who could resist that?!

"Wait... Erina, it's still broad daylight. Let's at least wait until night," Shirou said softly.

"Shirou... even when Tamamo Cat drags you to nap every day, or Nero runs around naked after his bath at night, or Boudica, you, and Enma-tei get along so well in the kitchen like a family of three, I haven't said a word of complaint, really! I haven't felt jealous at all, not a single doubt. Because I trust you, Shirou. So... how much longer are you going to make me wait?" Erina said, enunciating each word clearly, and beckoned to Shirou.

"Yes..." Shirou resignedly walked into the bridal chamber, whereupon a pair of jade-like arms hooked around his neck and pulled him onto the bed. Then came a creaking sound, accompanied by panting.

In the courtyard on the other side, two old men were leisurely leaning back in their chairs, chatting casually.

"There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are ruined by plowing," the Elder Liu said slowly, sipping his tea.

"A good fire consumes a lot of charcoal, and a good woman consumes a lot of men; this is a universal truth throughout history," said Nakiri Senzaemon also sipping tea nearby.

"Young man, you're really too young. Don't you know that women are different before and after marriage? It's such a simple truth." The Elder Liu stroked his beard, shook his head with amusement, and sighed.

"However... if this continues, the old man might not live to see the young man learn my unique recipe and reach the next level before he Burn to ashes all his energy. Otherwise, Brother Nakiri, you should advise your precious granddaughter that even sowing seeds needs to follow the natural order, and you shouldn't be too hasty."

The Elder Liu looked at the old man beside him and made this suggestion, as he still cherished his Shirou.

Nakiri Senzaemon dismissively and said, "It's alright, it's alright. I'll prepare a medicinal soup of phoenix marrow and tiger penis for my grandson-in-law later. The future successor of the Nakiri family rests on your shoulders."

Because they will have to face the forces of the dark culinary world from all over the world, they don't know what kind of dangers they will encounter. Although Shirou is very strong, his personality is somewhat extreme. Even though he is usually very easygoing, he sometimes loses his temper when he gets passionate. Therefore, the Nakiri family and Erina have reached a rare consensus: before the expedition, Shirou must leave behind the seed of his descendants.

Erina also intended to use the child in her womb to firmly bind Shirou's heart, so that she could be sure he wouldn't do anything reckless or foolish. That was her initial goal, but when she saw the girls she knew from the judging panel, during her time living at the Shin -Emiya Residence, she changed her mind.

Seeing Shirou interacting with young and beautiful girls every day, and even seeming quite familiar and intimate with them, Erina unconsciously increased her efforts, searching for various bedroom techniques, practicing the Ripple Breathing method and yoga to strengthen her lower body, trying every possible way to arouse Shirou's desire and then seduce him!

After all, a man's body can only produce a limited amount of "ammunition" each day, so just squeeze him dry, right?

That's how it is... Although Shirou often feels weak in the legs in this world because he needs to replenish his magic power every day, he still lives a happy life. Congratulations! Coca-Cola.

At the end of the world

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Chapter 461 The Black motorcyclist

In countless universes, there are infinite possibilities, including happy and smooth futures as well as cruel worlds. This is a story that takes place in a world that is not so beautiful.

Vroom vroom vroom!!! The engine is roaring!

This is a barren mountain, covered only with dense forests and overgrown weeds.

The rapidly spinning tires scraped against the ground, producing a sound like a rampaging beast slamming into the earth. A black off-road motorcycle transformed into a Black Shadow, bursting out of the woods on the uphill road, driving up the mountain, and charging straight up the loess mountain covered with gravel!

There's no road ahead! Above that is a cliff, and the nearest surrounding mountain peak is at least thirty meters away. Below the cliff are only sparse, scattered groves of trees, and the mountaintop is hundreds of meters below. Falling down there would be certain death.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hahaha! There's a dead end ahead, he can't escape!" At this moment, dust billowed from behind the hill, and seven or eight white motorcycles with flashing red and blue warning lights came up in pursuit.

Although it looked like a traffic police convoy, it was actually an armed force. On the back of two of the three-wheeled mountain motorcycles, one person was carrying a heavy machine gun and the other was carrying a rocket launcher.

"Are you alright?" A girl's voice came from behind the black motorcyclist, clear and cool with a touch of childishness.

"It's okay! Hold on tight, we're about to speed up," the motorcyclist replied in a cool voice.

"Mmm!" The owner of the fair little hand obediently replied, closing her eyes tightly, hugging the motorcyclist's waist, and burying her head in the man's back. With her movements, one could vaguely see strands of silver hair swinging downwards.

The driver wore a black helmet; the smooth surface of the black windproof visor emitted a beam of light. This driver seemed to have absolute confidence! He twisted the accelerator lever all the way, and the fuel gauge readings continued to rise, soaring into the red zone and pushing the needle to its limit.

Under the sunlight, the black motorcycle, like a galloping horse, raised its hooves and leaped high into the air, becoming a frozen Black Shadow.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, but the black motorcycle seemed to move faster, like Pegasus riding the wind, moving forward in a parallel motion. At this time, the tires of the motorcycle were still more than ten meters away from the other side of the mountain.

Ten... nine, eight, seven... three!

The black motorcycle stopped when it was still three meters away.

In the final instant, the driver adjusted his center of gravity, forcefully slamming the raised front of the car forward, causing it to crash down. The front wheels landed just on the cliff face of the opposite mountain, the impact causing the ground at the edge of the cliff to crack, with small stones constantly breaking off and falling down the cliff.

Fortunately, the driver twisted the throttle in time, and the front wheel rapidly rubbed against the ground, propelling the locomotive forward to a safe location.

Only then did the rear wheel, which had been raised high, come down. He had successfully leaped from one hilltop to the opposite one.

"Damn it! He got away again!" The machine gunner, who was sitting in the sidecar, jumped off the vehicle first and cursed angrily as he watched the rear of the vehicle fly past.

After leaping across the opposite side, the driver of the black motorcycle didn't leave immediately. Instead, he drifted around, turned the motorcycle back to the cliff edge, waved to the armed forces on the other side of the hill, and said in Russian, "Goodbye~ пока (pronounced like 'baka')~!"

Upon hearing the shouts from the other side, the members of the catching-up armed forces raised their machine guns and roared angrily, "That bastard! How dare he call us 'baka'! He's utterly lawless! He's provoked our traffic escort detective team time and time again!"

However, the black motorcycle had already gone down the mountain, so even with all sorts of weapons, they could only stare blankly at the opposite mountain.

"Captain? What do we do now?" The member turned around and asked the middle-aged man leading the motorcycle.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!" the captain yelled, snatched the machine gun and aimed it at the opposite hilltop. The gun spitted fire, sending clouds of dust billowing from the cliff. But it still wasn't enough to vent his anger. With bloodshot eyes, the captain turned and walked toward the sidecar of another tricycle.

"Captain...!?" The team member holding the rocket launcher looked at his leader in confusion, but before he could ask what was wrong, the weapon was roughly snatched from his hand.

"Give it to me!" The captain slung the rocket launcher over his shoulder, aimed at the cliff opposite, and said through gritted teeth, "Damn it! Bastards! The remnants of the White Devil Kiritsugu Emiya, how dare they mess with me!"

Boom!!!

The rocket launcher, launched into the air, struck the opposite mountain peak and exploded, sending up debris. The burning debris fell from the mountain to the ground, and the extremely high temperature instantly ignited the small forest below, charring the trees and sending up thick black smoke, potentially causing a mountain fire.

But no one in this world cares about any of that anymore. The traffic police here are not traffic police, but detectives who search for suspicious individuals in traffic; they are a product of this cruel and tragic era.

"Let's go down the mountain and keep chasing!" The captain slammed the rocket launcher down the cliff, turned, got into the vehicle, and said menacingly, "We know where he's going; intercept him before he gets there!"

"Yes, sir!" The motorcycle squad set off again, heading down the mountain.

Time always flows at its own pace. As night falls, the streamlined, steel-clad car lights up with red headlights, transforming into a long red line as it weaves through the long tunnel and arrives in the city from the highway. The surrounding scenery changes from the Aoyama and trees of the countryside to skyscrapers and bright streetlights, everything exuding the atmosphere of modern civilization.

Buses travel along the highways, subways speed along their tracks underground, lights twinkle in the sky, and airplanes soar upwards through the gray sky where the sun is about to set.

The motorcycle was going so fast that everything seemed like a scene from a rewinding movie; other vehicles were left behind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This is Tokyo. Although it has declined somewhat this year, it's still considered one of the top ten most prosperous metropolises in this world. Luxury cars line the streets, and the skyscrapers on both sides are illuminated with dazzling lights. Men and women in suits move like a flowing river at the crossroads, their movements constantly changing, yet never ceasing. But... hidden within this opulent grandeur lies something unknown and dark.

Someone was filming this city via satellite; it was truly a glamorous metropolis, with neon lights flashing and lights surrounding the entire city, creating a golden expanse on the land. The setting sun seemed to have no effect on the city's grandeur; on the contrary, it made the land appear even more dazzling, like a legendary golden kingdom.