Shirou, Teacher at an All-Girls' School / The Female Teacher's Temptation ...

"Hello, Shirou. But in this world, please call me Headmaster!" The black-haired noblewoman took out a pair of glasses, put them on, and said in a pretentious manner. Like the other Servant, she had also been assigned a set identity in this world.

However, being a genius like her, she quickly interpreted the situation without Shirou needing to explain, and came up with the most suitable way for her to survive. As things stand, she seems to be quite enjoying this approach.

Shirou ignored her and turned to greet the desks inside, saying, "Hello, Principal."

"Hohoho~! Shirou-kun, welcome to our home." The voice came from inside the leather chair, which was facing away from Shirou. The high back seat blocked the view, making it impossible to see the person sitting there.

At this moment, the tall executive chair behind the imposing desk spun around, revealing a girl with long, straight silver hair, red eyes, and brown skin, except that she wore a large white beard like Santa Claus under her nose.

Even so, it cannot hide the fact that she is just a little girl.

Chapter 492 Shirou Girls' School Teacher

White walls inlaid with gold patterns, colorful stained glass windows, Western-style church-style decor, then there's the super famous painter after her gender reassignment surgery, and a silver-haired little girl.

Every time Shirou comes here, he becomes acutely aware of just how chaotic the process of how this world was formed and changed must have been.

Shirou was still asleep at the time and knew nothing of what exactly happened. All I can say is that she truly lives up to her name as Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc; she should be called Jeanne now... The things the silver-haired girl did aren't entirely incomprehensible, after all, she was different from humans from the very beginning.

Born from the Holy Grail, she is a counterfeit. The world she created with her heartfelt desires differs from the actions of the original human Servant, thus the resulting outcomes will also be different.

For example, you wish to the dragon for a superpower that will grant you a life of ease and happiness, and he grants your wish, making everything go smoothly and fulfilling all your desires.

If it's just something like protagonist's halo or innate good fortune, then you'll probably be very happy. But if the way to achieve this wish is based on the premise that everything in this world is determined by your own settings, such as a great prophecy or being an absolute jinx, then...

If you unleash a torrent of abuse on someone you dislike, it could lead to a miserable end for that person, even if it was just because they were being rude, talking back to you, or bumping into you and owing you an apology.

Now, because of your wish-fulfilling curse, he was born without the right eye for children, his wife went with the neighbor's son, causing his family to be destroyed, his wife and children to be separated, and him to become a lonely old man. You can't help but feel guilty, but really, it didn't come to this.

From then on, you may not be able to speak freely anymore, and you may even have to have your mouth sewn shut.

Everyone wants a Dragon Ball that allows you to make a wish, and the thought of winning tens of millions in the lottery is exhilarating. But what if those wishes come with responsibilities?

If you were to take responsibility for all the consequences and butterfly effect caused by this wish, then that responsibility would bring guilt, enough to drive a person insane.

However, Shirou didn't think there was anything wrong with that. People build their present selves little by little from their past mistakes. A person who can recognize their shortcomings means that their progress hasn't stopped. Such a person, as long as they don't give up on themselves, can often become even better.

If you decide from the beginning that you can only be a villainous avenger, and then try your best to be a charismatic, morally ambiguous villain, wouldn't that be great?

Ultimately, Shirou felt that Jeanne d'Arc, despite her various personality flaws, was quite adorable.

If Jeanne d'Arc found him in the beginning, then now he has chosen Jeanne d'Arc. Having lost the power of the creator god, he is merely a member of the world's rules. If Jeanne d'Arc can remain in this world...

Shirou had met this loli principal several times before, but no matter how many times he met her, he still felt a strong sense of incongruity.

Where would you find a principal with a bare belly and bare feet wandering around the school, covered in tattoos like stigmata, and always accompanied by a fluffy sheep wherever he goes?

Besides, if you're going to play the white-bearded headmaster, why are you holding a sheep in your arms, and why are you imitating Santa Claus's laughter?

Even so, everyone in the academy accepted it as a matter of course. The power level set was beyond the common sense of ordinary people.

But seeing that Attila seemed to be enjoying himself, he decided to accept it. He picked up his basket and said, "Anyway, I brought some freshly made tea and snacks. Let's have some tea together."

"Hehehe~! Sweet snacks are so civilized! Leonardo, let's have some tea together." The King... no, Principal Attila chuckled leisurely like an old man.

However, when she nimbly jumped off the chair and ran to the sofa in the reception area, the speed she displayed didn't seem like that of someone who was getting old. Instead, she seemed expectant, like a child receiving a reward and enjoying their favorite snack.

"Yes, then I won't stand on ceremony. The tea is in the cabinet. I'll leave it to you from now on, Shirou-kun. Your skills are the best." Da Vinci walked over with a smile, sat down next to the headmaster, and looked at Shirou.

"Yes, I'm also looking forward to the tea brewed by Shirou-kun. Add some milk, and put in plenty of sugar," Principal Attila said with a smile, looking up.

"Yes, yes," Shirou replied helplessly. He hadn't expected them to make tea in the first place.

Principal Attila watched with admiration as Shirou expertly opened the tea canister, took out the cups, and began brewing tea, thinking, 'If she were looking for a secretary, this would probably be the kind of experience she'd have.'

A moment later, the rich aroma of tea filled the entire principal's office.

"What adorable sheep-shaped buns! I must savor them with reverence," Principal Attila said, looking very devoutly at the sheep-shaped buns made of cornmeal on the plate.

"Hmm, this color is particularly bright and vivid, reminiscent of gold rather than brass. If Shirou were to study painting, he could fetch a good price too," Da Vinci said with a smile, picking up a sheep-shaped bun.

Finally, she exchanged a glance with Da Vinci, both nodding, and then looked at Shirou, extending an invitation. "As expected! Shirou, why don't you stay here and be the cooking instructor?"

"Hmm, if it were Shirou, I'm sure the students would welcome him very much," said Da Vinci, the head of student affairs, with Shirou smile. She was definitely saying this because she thought it would be more interesting.

"No, no, no matter what, my identity doesn't meet the standards," Shirou said with a smile, politely declining. After all, an outsider like him with no official background, even according to the world's setting, was just a poor boy. His ancestors were not nobles, nor had they ever held official positions; they had been commoners for generations. Now, apart from his three cousins, Jeanne d'Arc, he had no other living relatives.

If he were to suddenly take up a position at such a prestigious school, it would be very bad for the teachers here, many of whom come from prominent families and are quite arrogant.

For teachers from upper-class families, at their level, money and power are not the primary concerns, although these are important.

But in reality, they've already shown off all the convenience and status symbols these things bring, and enjoyed all the luxuries they could. What's left is simply the size of the villa, whether the transportation is 'bought' or 'hired,' or the tonnage and size of the private jet and yacht—these are the only differences.

If you go too far, you'll come across as a nouveau riche and be ridiculed by those around you.

Therefore, these teachers from privileged backgrounds are now returning to more primal demands. As the saying goes, a person lives for face, and a tree lives for bark. When they are out in the world, they don't need much, just one thing: 'face'.

Emperor Taizong of Tang murdered his brother and imprisoned his father, but with good public relations, he became eternal emperor. Some high-ranking officials don't seek wealth or power; they just want to be remembered for generations.

Compared to the things they enjoy, some people care more about their 'reputation' and 'face'. When they go out, they rely entirely on this face to gain respect and flattery. In order to maintain this face, they may sometimes do dozens of irrational or even shameless things to achieve their goal.

This situation exists everywhere. It's especially true in Japan, where etiquette is highly valued and hierarchical relationships are taken very seriously. A leader's wife is also the leader of the wives of his subordinates; a leader's son is also the leader of the children of his subordinates.

When it comes to apologizing, compensating for losses and bowing are not enough; they will force people to kneel down and apologize before they will relent.

Therefore, it was really ill-considered for Shirou to do something that overstepped his status and was likely to offend people, especially since this was an all-girls school. It was inappropriate for a man in his early twenties to be a teacher here, and the students' parents would not agree to it.

Chapter 493 The Female Teacher's Persuasion

"No, no, Shirou, overthrow your superior! Overthrow your superior! Show the same spirit that Akechi Mitsuhide had when he attacked Oda Nobunaga! You're not someone who's just a nobody! You're as resilient and all-powerful as steel! In Russian, you're Stalin! In English, you're Iron-Man!" Da Vinci da Shirou encouraged Shirou.

"Yes, yes... even so, I am far inferior to you, who is not only omnipotent but also an unparalleled genius. In order to legitimately work at an all-girls school, you did not hesitate to change your body to a different gender," Shirou said bluntly, criticizing the genius.

"What are you saying! I can't be happy at all with this kind of praise. To me, you have a perfect body!" Da Vinci said, frowning slightly in displeasure.

The so-called "subordinates overthrowing superiors" is often just a way of making subordinates take the blame.

For example, during the invasion of China, the heinous acts were committed by lower-ranking officers who disregarded orders and acted on their own. In fact, the Emperor and the ruling cabinet were all opposed to it; they were peace-loving people and victims of the war.

In the West, Germany, also a fascist aggressor, bore much of the blame, all due to the heinous Hitler, the demon who incited people and the biggest perpetrator of the persecution of Judaism. Germany was ordered to compensate Europe for all its losses, and German leaders knelt down to apologize to those persecuted during World War II, relinquishing numerous rights. Even now, Germans dare not speak much about World War II.

Even though the truth is that France, Britain, and even the rest of Europe and America, these countries that developed through colonialism, were all bad, they all expelled Judaism, and when they treated the German people who had already surrendered and given up resistance, they were just as bloody and brutal, if not more so.

There's always someone who has to take the blame. The strong should have the weak take the blame, and the leaders at the top should have their subordinates take the blame.

There's a saying that goes, "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven," and "A wife's status depends on her father, and a mother's status depends on her son." This phenomenon is most prevalent in Japanese families, where the husband is the head of the household, responsible for earning money and supporting the family, while the wife is a housewife who takes care of household chores and relies on her husband in every way.

Wherever the minister's wife goes, she is flattered by the wives of the deputy ministers and section chiefs. If the minister's wife says that the tea and snacks here are delicious, everyone will praise her for her excellent cooking skills; if the minister's wife compliments the flowers, everyone will also flatter her for her artistic taste.

The wife of a boss who fawns over her husband in everything, just to get inside information and, when necessary, to have the boss whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Sometimes, all it takes to get a promotion and a raise is that little push.

The minister's wife accepted all of this without a second thought, because she also had the right to influence the situation and transfer them to branches in South Asia or Africa, so that they would never be able to return until they retired.

"Hehehe~! So, if the teachers have no objections, you agree to teach at our school? Is that how I should understand it?"

Principal Attila's eyes gleamed with wisdom. He stroked his white beard below his nose, smiled, and asked Shirou, surprisingly without his beard falling off.

"Hmm, well..." Shirou felt that no matter what, this was impossible!

"Yes! I agree! I wholeheartedly agree!" At this moment, the original cooking teacher appeared outside the door at some point and ran in as soon as she heard the noise.

"Huh??" Shirou had a feeling he'd been tricked into something.

Indeed... many people hold the idea of marrying someone of equal social standing. After all, you can only know a person's face, not their heart; a person can't truly understand themselves. Because of incompatible values, there are countless examples of whirlwind marriages and divorces leading to family conflicts.

Since the evolution of human society, the idea of marrying someone of equal social standing has existed since ancient times. Whether in the East or the West, it has never been absent. As social classes solidify, conflicts will only intensify.

Although anyone with a modicum of social common sense understands that only with healthy social mobility can life improve, and that the solidification of social classes and the widening gap between the rich and poor is definitely not a good thing. From ancient times, the path of studying hard to become a top scholar, to modern times, changing one's destiny through knowledge and entrepreneurship, is the same.

The right path is to make society as fair and just as possible, to give everyone an equal opportunity to compete, and to provide room for advancement for those who work hard.

In fact, compared to those who are just barely making ends meet, landlords, and those in higher classes who don't care about real estate, the upper class people are the ones who most desire social stability. Yet, there are still hierarchical distinctions formed by conflicts between different social classes, such as those involving social climbers or men from humble backgrounds who rise to prominence.

The son of a prime minister would at least be a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations). If you say he didn't engage in favoritism or corruption, then the son of a poor peasant could only study by the light of a hole in the wall. Meanwhile, the prime minister's son had been associating with famous ministers and scholars of the time since childhood.

Even the examiners who set the questions for the imperial examinations would visit his home every year with gifts to pay their respects. Through repeated interactions, they learned what kind of talented young people they favored and what types of writing they liked.

Compared to a poor Xiucai who couldn't even exchange a few words with the county magistrate, this was a tremendous advantage.

There is a widening gap between generations. The rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer, so hasty marriages bring not only problems for two people, but may also lead to the decline of the entire family.

However... the reproduction of species is also accompanied by genetic mutations, like a white butterfly among a group of gray butterflies; or a hairless kitten among newborn kittens with wet fur. In human circles, there is a more common and easily understood term, such as 'freak'.

The cooking teacher who rushed in was a young woman, probably between twenty-five and thirty years old, with a white pastry chef's hat, brown curly hair, and thick-lensed glasses. Her face still had some white flour marks on it. She ran up to Shirou and bowed deeply to him.

"Wait! What are you doing, Ms. Peng Guo? This won't do! Get up quickly!" Shirou quickly took two steps back, reaching out to help the unsuspecting female teacher, but unsure where to place his hand, he could only return the gesture with a bow.

Even if it's the cooking class teacher, she's still my cousin's teacher. Teachers always treat parents like servants, never bowing and scraping to them. What if my child gets bullied at school?

Shirou recognized the teacher because she was also a regular at the coffee shop. She didn't come mainly to drink coffee or tea or eat pastries, but rather to check out the dishes he made. She would come every day at noon to see if they had any limited-edition bento boxes.

"Mr. Shirou! No! Teacher! Master! Please! Please be our school's cooking teacher!" The curly-haired female teacher was very excited! She seemed to have a great passion for cooking.

"Well, as you know, teacher, I'm already running a coffee shop, so I really don't have time to deal with my responsibilities as a teacher," Shirou politely declined.

"How could that be! After tasting your cooking, Master Shirou, I became certain of one thing: the culinary arts at this school must be handed over to you. Only under your guidance can the students grasp the secrets of cooking!" The culinary teacher said excitedly, waving his fist.

"Even if they only learn the basics and master a few signature dishes, it will be of great benefit to their future lives! Why do girls learn to cook? Of course, it's to win over men's stomachs! I want to develop dishes that any handsome man will be unable to live without! Hehehe..."

"No, teacher, please calm down, calm down, okay?" Shirou pleaded. This teacher seemed to have inadvertently revealed her inner desires... Although he knew from the beginning that she was a culinary fanatic who loved to study cooking, it now seemed that she belonged to the dangerous type in the dark cooking world.

Chapter 494 The Female Teacher is a Believer

Peng Guo, aged between twenty-five and thirty, was a former professional chef.

After graduating from high school at a private school, she went to a professional culinary school, and then returned to this school to teach after successfully studying cooking in Paris. With her abilities and family background, she could have easily become the head chef in some high-end, well-known restaurants, or had her family invest in opening their own restaurant.

However, due to her personality, none of these options are really suitable.

Although she considers herself to be a kind and gentle person who doesn't argue with others and mostly yields with a smile. To put it nicely, she's generous and tolerant; to put it bluntly, she doesn't value personal gain, avoids conflict, and is harmless; to put it bluntly, she's cowardly.

However, when it comes to cooking, her personality becomes extremely harsh and irritable; she's practically a 'devil'.

For example, when she was interning at a place where she wasn't suited to be an employee, the head chef said a few words to her.

"Ha! You piece of trash! You think you can boss me around? I've eaten your cooking three times! And each time it had more than ten flaws! You haven't even taken cooking seriously! Fu~ Beep! Baldy!" The woman slammed her hat down in a rage and raised her finger.

Of course... the result was that she was fired. After this happened a few times, due to her ruined reputation, she could no longer make a living in Paris. However, Michelin three-star food taster, impressed by her ability to find fault and her culinary skills, extended an olive branch to her.

However, the woman's ambition was to become a chef who could create perfect dishes, so she refused without hesitation.

Because she couldn't make it in Europe, she returned to Japan, took the money her family gave her, bought a shop in a busy area of Tokyo, and opened a French cuisine restaurant.

But the problem remained unresolved. For example, when the dishes were being served, the female head chef tasted one bite and discovered that a kitchen assistant had added the wrong amount of salt. She immediately threw the dish, plate and all, into the waste bin, roaring like a demon:

"I already told you! We need to use a weighing scale! All the seasonings used must be accurate to within 5 grams! What do you mean by not having enough time? Not efficient? Are you going to make my restaurant produce defective products for these reasons?! And you dare to talk back! If you're not going to do it, get out! Get out right now and go to the finance department to settle your wages!"

For example, when running a restaurant, if a customer is hungry, they call the waiter to urge them to hurry up.

"Make him wait! This soup won't taste as good if it's not simmered long enough. Wait another half hour. If he doesn't want it, let him leave! All irrelevant people, get out! Don't disturb me while I'm cooking! And another thing! I need to concentrate fully when I'm cooking, don't bother me! You're fired!"

By the time she came to her senses, there were no employees left in the store. One person can't run a restaurant alone, so it naturally went bankrupt.

After that, she tried to develop new dishes, but as a perfectionist, she always used expensive, top-quality ingredients. The result was that she would often receive high praise from big bosses at tasting events, but she could not find any buyers.

Like a spice blender in a food processing plant or snack production, but for fast food and snacks, the requirements are that they are cheap and delicious, and that you can eat them for two or three meals in a row without getting an upset stomach, then you are considered qualified.

The beef patties inside hamburgers—but what kind of cow is that meat from, and what part of the cow is it? It's all mixed together and squeezed out by machines in an assembly line processing plant. Often, it contains all sorts of cheap, or even unsellable, offal, such as bladders, intestines, or buttocks.

Just as no one expects to find mapo in Mapo Tofu, no one expects to find chicken tendons in spicy chicken tendon strips or beef in spicy beef strips. They're just wheat flour, sesame seeds, chili peppers, and lots of food additives and processed chili oil.

But as long as it tastes good, who cares about perfection or health?

The woman devoted herself entirely to cooking, hoping to create a truly perfect dish that no one could find fault with. Despite her hard work, the world was so cruel to her, and for a time she couldn't help but feel self-destructive and disheartened.

Whether her dream was too far-fetched or her talent was too dull, she gave up time to play with friends, gave up dating, and worked desperately until now, only to end up with nothing.

So, at her parents' arrangement, she returned to her alma mater, a private school, to teach cooking, drifting through life aimlessly. Cooking was no longer a hobby, but merely a job. What she ate was no longer important; it was simply a means to survive.

Until one day, a café opened at the foot of the hill near the school, offering exceptionally high-quality cakes and desserts, and then lunchboxes. Word spread among the students, and it became increasingly legendary. The woman, who had initially looked down on the low-end fast food there, was now fascinated.

However, unable to resist a moment of curiosity, I tried the bento box my colleague bought from the coffee shop, and then I couldn't stop eating it.

Because of his experience as a professional chef in other worlds, Shirou was particularly adept at making bento boxes. Sometimes, he could even go back to basics and transform ordinary fast food bento boxes into dishes worthy of a state banquet. Out of curiosity, she tried it once and instantly experienced immense pleasure. She broke out in a sweat, her face flushed, and her body went limp.

After that, she couldn't stop. Now she can't sleep if she doesn't eat at least once a day, and her whole body is itchy, like ants are crawling and biting all over her body.

To the woman, Shirou, who created such dishes, was practically a culinary god reincarnated. Others might simply find the dishes and pastries delicious, but she saw limitless possibilities in the chef's creations, and the hope of fulfilling her lifelong ambition!

"No! Teacher, you're exaggerating. There are chefs in this world who are much better than me," Shirou explained.

"Really? Such a being exists? What kind of being is it? A god? Or an alien?" The female teacher asked with a look of astonishment, her expression serious.

"Uh..." Shirou wanted to answer, but he choked on his words. After all, he couldn't very well say that he was the one who embarked on the path of cooking in a parallel world, and that there was a two-hundred-year-old master chef in the Chinese mainland, who was a muscular old man like JoJo.

Chapter 495 Terrifying Female Teachers

Faced with the female teacher's question, Shirou couldn't answer it at first.