Anyway, let's try praising her. You could never go wrong complimenting a woman's outfit.
The young man tried to praise her. "That outfit suits you very well. You look especially beautiful in it."
"Hmph! Are you saying I'm usually not beautiful enough?" Jeanne d'Arc snorted and turned her head away. Through the gaps in her silver hair, the tips of her ears above her snow-white neck could be seen turning a little red.
Shirou did not quite understand a girl's mind, but since she was no longer glaring at him, she was probably in a decent mood.
Just then, Gudako, who had finished changing on the other side, came out as well.
"Why am I the only one who has to dress as a man?! I wanted to wear pretty clothes too!" Gudako complained.
"After all, Master, you've already met Assassin face-to-face. We won't be able to fool him without doing something fun like this," Moriarty said with a snicker.
"You said fun? You just called it fun, didn't you?!" Gudako demanded angrily.
"Don't say that. Although I don't have much experience helping people disguise themselves, judging by how you look now, this can already be called one of my finest works," Holmes said as he looked at her.
The girl had changed into a black formal suit and put on black gloves. Her reddish-orange hair bloomed like a blazing red lotus, while her amber eyes shone as brightly and steadfastly as stars. She had a dignified, heroic air about her and looked like a handsome young man.
Shirou rested his chin on his hand and examined her seriously before nodding. "Looking at you like this, Gudako... you really do look quite a lot like me."
"Really? You think this looks good, Shirou-senpai? Then don't think about running away! Assassin will definitely recognize you too, so wear women's clothes! Women's clothes!!" Gudako rushed forward and grabbed the young man's arm, looking utterly determined not to let him off the hook until she dragged him down with her.
"Wooooow..." Mash, on the screen, also wore an eager expression as she stared fixedly at him.
The Arrival of a Cross-Dressing Legend?
With a Spirit Origin conversion, changing the body's structure, Shirouko descended into the world.
A master of housework, tall and slender, gentle and considerate, kind and upright. She only showed a somewhat sharp-tongued side—joking around and teasing people—to those close to her, and she came in many different versions.
A girl-next-door with orange-red hair, wearing a dangerously mature-looking married-woman hairstyle, who wore an apron every day and served you all kinds of Japanese, Chinese, and Western dishes in the kitchen.
A sexy silver-haired big sister with healthy wheat-colored skin, dressed in a red combat suit or a red bikini. She could warm your bed, replenish your mana, wake you up, earn money through part-time jobs, repair appliances and furniture, clean, and cook. She was good at everything.
A delinquent girl with red-and-white dyed hair who would not hesitate to make an enemy of the entire world in order to save her beloved younger sister.
A white-haired, dark-skinned Alter big sister in a gold-glimmering skintight outfit, who could moonlight as a witch.
As Kirei Kotomine's adopted daughter, an erotic nun in a nun's habit who preached to the entire world and founded the Church of Justice.
And when she was still very young, she had been brought home by her adoptive father Kiritsugu. She took on the burden of the household kitchen, dreamed of becoming a hero of justice, and transformed into a magical girl loli.
Hehehe... Female Shirou was practically an essential household item.
"Senpai! Gudako-senpai!"
"Hey! Stop daydreaming and wake up!" Mash shouted.
"Ahhh!!" Gudako jolted awake from her fantasy and hurriedly sucked back the drool at the corner of her mouth.
"Women's clothes! Women's clothes!" Gudako pounced forward again and grabbed Shirou's sleeve, urging him on relentlessly with an utterly ravenous expression.
"Hmph! If it's a disguise, I can handle it myself." Shirou looked at her and smiled smugly.
Wearing women's clothes was impossible!
The young man directly used the Holy Grail to alter the properties of his Spirit Origin. His hair turned silver-white, while his skin became a darker wheat color.
He walked into the formalwear shop, made a turn around inside, and finally changed into a black formal suit with a white shirt beneath it. The handsome silver-haired young man emerged from within.
With his sharply defined and handsome face, he stood out from the crowd. At that moment, he wore a slightly mischievous, showy smile, as if teasing his own younger sister, and it was quite charming. If he were holding a bouquet of roses, then surely few women at a ball could resist his invitation.
"Mm, Assassin knew the young man as blond, after all. Looking like this, along with my makeup skills, should be enough. Still, it's a bit of a shame," Holmes said.
"Exactly. This was supposed to be fun," Moriarty said.
Mash nodded repeatedly in agreement, then added, "But Shirou-senpai looks very similar to Emiya-senpai from Chaldea right now. Just a little younger."
"Ugh! I'm so mad! That's so unfair! So unfair, Shirou-senpai!" Gudako angrily flailed her hands and began pounding on the young man.
When he stood beside Gudako, the two looked just like a pair of biological brothers, one older and one younger, fooling around.
"Don't fight! Both of you senpai are wonderful!" Mash cried from the screen, spreading her arms to stop them.
"Mash? Why do you look like you're thinking, 'Senpai, don't fight over me'? Are you secretly enjoying this?" Da Vinci, standing nearby, teased.
"Da Vinci, can't you say less?" Mash complained.
"Ahem." Moriarty and Holmes began explaining the plan together.
"Shinjuku Assassin enjoys social occasions and often hosts banquets like this. However, whenever he appears in public, he disguises himself and never shows his true face. We'll need Master's keen Servant-observing instincts to identify him and do everything possible to deal with him indoors."
"If he escapes after getting injured, then the two of us outside will take care of him."
After that, the young man and the girls used the forged invitations Holmes had prepared and smoothly infiltrated the venue.
Every crystal chandelier on the ballroom ceiling was lit. In Shinjuku, where everything else was pitch-black, this might have been the brightest place around.
At that moment, Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc used the light to size each other up.
"Looking at how cold and expressionless you are, you're practically like a wax figure," Jeanne d'Arc said with a mocking smile.
"You look exactly like an evil witch. Why don't you just crawl back to France and cause trouble there?" Artoria sneered.
"Hehehe..."
"Hehe..."
The two girls glared at each other. Their eyes seemed to collide and throw off sparks—no, it felt like they were about to burst into flames for real.
"Calm down, calm down." Shirou tried to persuade them helplessly. The girls in their Alter states were usually fine, but once they got angry, they stopped caring about anything else.
Through their earpieces, Holmes and Moriarty, who were lying in wait elsewhere, hurriedly said—
"Master! Quickly find a way to calm them down! If they start fighting now, this place will become a blazing battlefield before Assassin even arrives."
"I know! Shirou-senpai, I choose you! Go!" Gudako said, then walked behind the young man and rammed into him with all her strength, like an old man pushing a cart.
The young man was shoved directly in front of the blonde girl and the silver-haired girl, squeezed between them.
"Shirou? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Artoria looked at him.
"What are you doing? You're so careless," Jeanne d'Arc said disdainfully.
"Um..." Having been suddenly pushed forward, the young man did not know what to say.
Just then, music began playing at the ball, and the upper-class men and women started taking each other's hands and entering the dance floor.
Shirou recalled his experience studying abroad in Britain in his previous life. Sometimes, when a ball was being held and an oversight resulted in Rin and Luvia both appearing there, the Clock Tower's organizers would ask him to help. Before the two could meet at the ball and go berserk, he would move one of them away.
At times like that, he would step forward and invite one of them to dance, while the others took responsibility for leading the other away.
So Shirou bowed slightly, extended one hand, and smiled as he invited the girls.
"Young ladies, may I have the honor of a dance?"
"Eh..."
"Oh..."
The two girls who had been arguing just moments ago fell silent.
"Heh, women..." Gudako, who had once again perfectly resolved a disaster, sneered.
"Heh, what are you talking about? Gudako, come teach me how to dance." Jeanne d'Arc walked over, grabbed Gudako, and said.
"Eh? Jeanne d'Arc, why not just dance with Shirou-senpai?" Gudako glanced toward the dance floor, where Artoria and Shirou had already entered its center.
"Shut up! It's not like I've ever danced before! If I step on Shirou, won't I be completely outdone by that cold-blooded woman? So practice with me right now!" Jeanne d'Arc whispered beside Gudako.
"So it's fine if you step on me? If I absolutely have to dance, I'd rather be the one wearing a skirt," Gudako muttered.
"Stop talking and dance with me already." Jeanne d'Arc pulled Gudako along.
"Jeanne d'Arc, you really are such an earnest hard worker..." With no other choice, Gudako was dragged onto the dance floor—but she did not know how to dance these social dances either.
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Thoughts on Going Premium and Chapter Guide
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Things got a little off-track in the middle. If you like this style, you can skip ahead to the later fluffy side stories.
Contents:
Starting from Chapter 108, the story returns to the original world.
108–134: Shizuka, Pseudo-Servant Summoning Ruler Motor, Mount Lu Rising Dragon Fist
135–169: Eriri Maid, Mo-zai, Artoria
170–201: Black Saber, Tamamo Cat, Erina
202–245: Black Saber, Ria, and Mashiro move into Shirou's home; Muramasa's samurai era
Side Story Series:
417–429: Top Host Shirou and Spearless
430–460: Shirou and Erina's Shokugeki
483–546: The Three Jeanne Sisters
547 onward: Shizuka and Young Shirou
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Written on April 26, 2018
The Transformation Legend Yan Qing
In a corner of the dance floor, the silver-haired girl in a purple dress and the orange-haired handsome young man? held hands and awkwardly began imitating the others' social dancing.
The two were like clumsy ducklings who had just learned to walk. They watched other people's movements while shifting their feet, but whenever they copied the hand motions, they forgot what to do with their feet.
Still, Jeanne d'Arc patiently watched the others and learned seriously.
Ever since she had gone through those events and realized her own shortcomings, she had constantly worked to improve herself.
When the first Christmas Artoria Alter told her that she needed to write a contract before accepting a summoning, she secretly practiced for several months because she barely knew any words. On the day she was summoned, she proudly handed over that contract.
And on Valentine's Day, in order to express her feelings to the person she liked, she secretly practiced making chocolate. Taking Shakespeare's advice, she acted on impulse and drew her own face on the chocolate. She was mortified, yet she still forced herself to give that "self" away.
If you did not eat "me," she would glare you to death. If you ate "me," she would give the witch a lifelong curse.
And now, she was also seriously learning how to dance, though her clumsy steps were truly amusing.
However, because of her outstanding appearance, even hiding in a corner did not stop them from attracting attention. The distinguished ladies around them watched the pair with amused smiles, only to be fiercely glared at by Jeanne d'Arc before turning away.
The area around the silver-haired girl immediately cleared out, making her stand out even more.
Fortunately, there was an even more eye-catching pair in the center of the dance floor, drawing most people's attention.
At that moment, in the center of the dance floor, the silver-haired young man and the blonde, blue-eyed girl formed a matching pair like a golden boy and jade girl. The instant they stepped onto the floor, they became the focus of the ball.
The blonde girl glanced toward Jeanne d'Arc and quietly said, "That's why she's such an idiot. Couldn't she just learn on the spot? Besides, I never danced when I was alive either. At a time like this, you just rely on instinct."
"Haha, Artoria, you're as confident as ever," Shirou said with a light laugh.
"No, I simply hate losing. That's why I give my all in everything I do. As a king who led knights into battle, it would not do if I could not stand at the front and lead them at every moment," the blonde girl said.
"I see. As expected of a king," Shirou praised.
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