Please Stay Here Forever / As Handsome as Father

"I want to! That's right! Didn't we all agree to hold a concert at the Budokan together? We'll support ourselves by selling songs!" Ritsu stood up and said.

"Hey you guys, it's about time you set some small goals. Don't set them too high, but don't lose hope either, okay? Ah, Tsumugi-chan, pour me a cup of tea." Sawako mumbled through her sandwich, waving her finger as she lectured.

"No, since Teacher Sawako can find a man to marry, it's not impossible for us to go to the Budokan, right?" the girls analyzed calmly.

"Is that so? But I heard from the old lady next door that it seems to be quite popular among young people these days to plan a marriage and then immediately call it off and get a divorce. Some impulsively get married and then get a divorce the very next day," Wei said with a smile as she ate her dessert.

"Eh~! Waaaaah..." Sawako was so startled that the sandwich she was holding in her mouth fell into her teacup, and she buried her face in the table and started crying.

"Huh? What's wrong Sawa-chan?" Yui asked the Advisor Teacher, puzzled.

"Natural is terrifying..." the other girls in the Light Music Club exclaimed with lingering fear.

Chapter 151 Please Stay Here

Not only at the Chiba Branch School, but even at the Bristol Branch School, people's eyes lit up when they saw the delicious-looking breakfast, and their opinion of the boy changed.

With Eriri and Little Mo helping out in the kitchen, Shirou simply took a tray and went to the dining room to act as a waiter, serving pastries, desserts, and brewed black tea to the teachers and students in Bristol.

"Please take care, madam," Shirou said politely to the Housemistress Teacher.

"Thank you, it's delicious! If everyone could accept that you're a girl, I'd like to hire you as a chef! No! That would be too much of a waste of your talent. At the very least, I'd ask the principal to hire you as our school's Cooking Teacher!" the Housemistress Teacher said, moved.

"Thank you for the compliment, but please forget about that setting. Besides, I'm actually an exchange student from the Chiba Branch School," Shirou explained, then walked to the next table.

"What! So besides the head maid, you also have other girls in your school in mind? Aren't the teachers at the Chiba Branch School going to do anything about it?" The dormitory supervisor thought with wide eyes, but when she saw Sawako crying, she felt that all her worries were in vain.

When the young man served the girls freshly brewed Darjeeling tea and perfectly baked mille-feuille, then poured a thick layer of maple syrup over it in a silver cup, blending it with the caramel on top of the mille-feuille, creating a glistening, translucent effect, he elegantly bowed slightly and said, "Please enjoy, ladies."

The girls receiving the service all had pink hearts popping into their eyes.

After they tasted it, several girls secretly went over to greet Shirou, and a few even handed him small colored slips of paper with their phone numbers written on them.

While there are blonde, blue-eyed girls here, unlike Artoria's slender, petite figure and fair, delicate skin, most of them have larger frames and accentuate their figures. Some even consider a healthy, light tanned complexion as beautiful.

"Hey boy! Why don't you just stay here all the time?" The girl with long brown hair said warmly and friendly, shaking the boy's hand and waving it up and down.

"If there are no rooms available, I can share a bed with you," the Blonde Sweetie said, her fingers pressed against her red lips, her shoes already off, gliding her feet over the boy's calves as she extended an invitation.

A fiery red-haired Welsh Girl, with a fierce gaze, approached the boy from behind.

While constantly stuffing food into her mouth, Artoria, maintaining her composure, cast a dignified glance in that direction.

Fortunately, with the reliable head maid present, the girls didn't dare to be too presumptuous. After getting their food, they left. Even so, he received dozens of small notes, which Artoria later disposed of as trash.

The breakfast was delicious, and every girl ate to her heart's content. However, in the well-regulated dormitory, after breakfast, the students cleared the tables, exchanged their utensils, and then dispersed. Today was a rest day, and they all had their own activities.

Artoria, accompanied by her maids, went to the kitchen to help. Rita, a Mashiro girl, smiled warmly, while Mashiro sat quietly beside her, her eyes fixed on the two remaining pieces of Baumkuchen on the plate.

Shirou reminded her, "Little Mo, stop playing on your phone and come help! And... Eriri, how long are you going to stay daydreaming? Hey, Eriri- chan~!"

"Wait a minute! Shirou, once I get through this level, I'll have collected three more stones!" Little Mo said confidently, holding up her phone and staring intently at it.

Having no other choice, Shirou looked at the few remaining ingredients, found a Spain, dipped it in plenty of chocolate sauce, and stuffed it into Eriri's stunned mouth.

Sweet things can help pull people out of negative emotions such as disappointment.

"Haha, so sweet! Where am I? Ah, there seems to be a house made of candy up ahead." As if sensing the sweetness, Eriri's white soul, which had flown out of her mouth, slowly returned to the girl's body, but her expression remained blank, as if she was unwilling to accept reality.

"Looks like it's a serious illness..." Shirou had no choice but to take out a sandwich, open one side, and then take out a bottle of extra-strong chili sauce with a bright red skull logo, with a spiciness level of 5000. He spread a layer of it in the center, closed the lid again, and shoved it into the girl's mouth.

When someone is feeling down, a stimulating dish can be a great way to cheer them up.

In her dream, Eriri opened a chocolate door and started munching on it, only to find an old witch in the sky pouring a cup of crimson liquid over her head.

"..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Eriri's face flushed crimson, going from a light blush to a deep, juicy red like a ripe tomato in just ten seconds. Then, she opened her mouth wide and cried out in pain, "Waaaaah!!! Water! Give me water!"

"Here you go..." Shirou was prepared, handed over a glass of drinking water.

"I'm saved~ Haahaha~!" Eriri took the water, drank it down in big gulps, let out a series of strange cries, her eyes blurry with tears, and stuck out her tongue as she spoke.

"The moment that will decide my fate and my Father King's has arrived!" At the same time, Little Mo pressed the summon button!

"Haaaaaah~!" Eriri finally caught her breath, feeling like her lips were swollen. She angrily swung her twin tails, ready to rush forward and grab the boy's collar for a twin-tail attack. "Shirou! Are you trying to kill me with spiciness?!"

But Little Mo, in a fit of rage, threw aside her phone, rushed forward, grabbed Eriri, and yelled.

"Ugh! It's all Eriri's fault for screaming like that! You attracted all those perverts! I don't need a four-star like that!!"

"Eek!!" Eriri exclaimed in surprise.

Shirou reached out and caught the phone as it flipped in the air. On the screen, he saw the golden-haired Sun Knight smiling brightly.

"No, calm down, Little Mo, if you really don't like it that much, you can max out your own stats first, then sell the extra parts to Da Vinci, and then wait to exchange ten plates for the King of Knights," Eriri reminded her.

"You want me to admit that ten of me are only equal to one Father King?!" Little Mo shouted unhappily. She pouted and muttered under her breath, "Even though I know Father King is powerful, perfect, and beautiful, I definitely can't compare to him on my own! But if you're talking about ten, I still have some self-respect!"

"You two are forbidden from arguing in the dormitory!" Head maid Artoria reprimanded.

"Yes! I'm sorry," Eriri hurriedly replied, startled.

"Since that's what you're saying, Your Majesty..." Little Mo awkwardly let go of his hand.

"Mashiro, what should we say at this moment?" Artoria asked the girl.

Mashiro nodded and looked at Shirou, saying, "Shirou, thank you. The Baumkuchen was delicious."

"Hmm, I'm happy you like it. There are two left in the kitchen, you can have them as snacks." Shirou agreed with a smile. He couldn't help but want to protect this innocent girl who seemed like a child. Illya in his past life was just like her. Although Illya was naive and didn't know much about the world, she was quite the little devil in nature.

"Shirou, you're a good person," Mashiro said, her expression and tone still calm, but she seemed to be in a good mood.

"Well said." Artoria nodded approvingly, patting the girl's head as if she were a small animal.

"She's been tamed! Was my decision to hand Mashiro over to the head maid for training the right one or the wrong one?" Rita wondered to herself.

"Is Mashiro a genius painter?" Shirou asked curiously.

"Yes, she's already a famous child prodigy in Europe. She's been on TV news, won major awards, and held large-scale art exhibitions. She's truly the kind of genius that makes people envious to the point of despair," Eriri explained, then shrugged and said, "But for some reason, this child has become interested in manga. I'd say I'm her mentor, though I want to come back now. It's all thanks to this that I escaped with my life..."

"..." The girl Rita also showed a complicated expression, but quickly smiled and said, "Now that the head maid has found the person she was looking for, it's time for us to say goodbye."

"No, I will keep my promise. At least I won't leave here until I can take care of Mashiro at the church," Artoria said.

"I can change my clothes by myself now," Mashiro reported.

"Really? Really? Mashiro, so amazing~!" Rita hugged the girl and stroked her head, praising her.

"Anyway, after resolving this incident, I will stay here with this child for a while. Shirou, please understand." Artoria said to the boy.

"Well, since it's an important promise, let's keep it." Shirou nodded in agreement. He knew that the girl was a knight of noble character who would do anything to obtain the Holy Grail, even at the cost of her soul after death, but would also resolutely give it up if she knew that the way the Holy Grail was used was not the right way.

If I encounter a little girl in need of help, I will definitely lend a helping hand.

"Now that everything's ready here, let's set off. Rita, you're in charge of Mashiro today," Artoria instructed.

"Understood! Head maid, may the glory of victory be with you!" Rita took Mashiro's hand and they both raised it in agreement.

"Eh? Shirou? Are you going to do something dangerous?" Eriri asked the boy with some concern.

"Well, let's resolve this today, and then participate in the school's exchange activity together tomorrow," Shirou assured the girl, patting her head.

So Shirou, Artoria, and Little Mo walked outside together.

"Then, Shirou, I want to make a promise with you. After everything is over, I will come to Shirou place." Artoria looked at the boy and earnestly made the promise.

"I know, it's a promise. I'll be waiting for you there," Shirou replied firmly.

"Then I'll..." Little Mo also wanted to raise her hand and say, "A promise like the three of us going to the amusement park together would be great."

"Wait, wait, you three are way too relaxed! What's with putting on a food show first thing in the morning? Is this some kind of psychological attack? I don't even dare to watch it on the Chaldea screen anymore!" Da Vinci popped up a holographic image and complained.

"Da Vinci, so this is your excuse for hiding in the workshop, drinking tea and eating snacks?" Shirou looked at the furnishings behind the holographic image, knowing she was slacking off again, and said helplessly.

Da Vinci paused awkwardly for a moment, then chuckled and continued, "Ahem, in short, even if you're relaxed, there are still limits. Don't be too careless; defeating Vortigern is no easy feat."

"Hmph, there's only one way to deal with that dragon from the start: pierce its heart head-on and kill it," Artoria said.

Da Vinci warned, "But the dragon Vortigern's magic power, regenerative abilities, and defensive capabilities are all top-notch. We've already tried it, haven't we? Even with Inherent Domain, if you can't break through the dragon instantly, it will escape back to its original world and become unkillable."

Shirou analyzed, "No, when we fought the Vortigern before, it was indeed very powerful, but after the battle, when Artoria arrived, the dragon was clearly suppressed. As expected, dragons can still get injured. Even if its exterior is covered by Black Mud, it still takes some time to recover from an injury."

Upon hearing Shirou's words, Da Vinci quickly operated the machine and said, "Wait, let me calculate... Hmm... that's indeed the case, but the firepower is still a bit lacking."

"If we don't have enough manpower, we can just recruit more. Let's go!" Artoria said as she walked into the garage, started her car, and drove to the door.

"Hey? Artoria, what's your plan?" Da Vinci asked.

"Well, this place was once my territory, after all. As the king, I have to greet those guys gathered here, for whatever reason. So let's talk to the Servant over there first. As for whether to bring them under my control or expel them, that depends on my mood at the time," Artoria said with a cold, arrogant smile.

"Haha, as expected of His Majesty the King! Even as a maid, you are still a king." Da Vinci said approvingly.

"Da Vinci, you can spout some obvious nonsense too. Shirou, Lord Mordred, get in the carriage! We're off!" Artoria said.

"Alright! Father King, let me teach those guys a lesson for you!" Little Mo laughed heartily and agreed, then lightly leaped onto the carriage seat.

She curiously examined the motorcycle, seemingly really liking it. "Damn, it's so cool! A steel horse, not only fast, but it can also be used as a weapon."

"No, using it as a weapon on a motorcycle is going too far," Shirou said to the girl as he straddled the motorcycle.

The motorcycle started and drove forward.

Chapter 152 As Handsome as His Father King

At that moment, the motorcycle sped out of the campus, transforming into a long, black shadow on the highway as it raced towards the alternate dimension twenty kilometers away.

"But he's really cool, Shirou, you don't deny it, do you?" Little Mo said to the boy behind her.

Shirou said, "Well, it really is cool. Compared to a car, a red, Large Displacement Motorcycle might suit me better. But in terms of cost-effectiveness... how about we try studying the design drawings and Projection one out?"

"Oh, I want a motorcycle too, the best pure black, like a big black horse. But to differentiate it from Father King's motorcycle, I won't have headlights, just pure black," Little Mo said, not wanting to be outdone.

"No, that's already illegal modification, Little Mo. You need Driver's License to drive in this world, and if you're Bōsōzoku, the traffic police will keep chasing you." Shirou said worriedly, after all, Little Mo really gave the impression of being a lawless Bōsōzoku who would cause road accidents.

"I have Riding Skill, Shirou, you're so nagging! I know, I'll wear my hat properly and race in the dark when no one's around, is that alright?" Little Mo impatiently headbutted the boy behind her.

"Hmph." Artoria chuckled lightly. After driving onto the highway, she twisted the throttle, the motorcycle roared, and sped out of the campus. Before passersby could react, it had already become Black Shadow and roared past. With the girl's superb driving skills, she avoided obstacles and drove almost without stopping, quickly arriving above the Glastonbury Abbey Ruins.

The twenty-kilometer journey was quickly completed thanks to Artoria's high-speed driving. Compared to when she arrived yesterday, she could clearly sense that the surrounding spatial magic seemed to be even more concentrated.

Under the influence of magic, the motorcycle leaped high into the air and rushed into the other world. The motorcycle stopped on the hillside, and the three of them gazed at the surrounding grassland. Yesterday's battlefield had returned to calm, and the overturned earth had become flat.

As soon as Shirou's feet touched the ground, he felt the pulse beating underground once again, indicating that the demonic dragon had burrowed into the ground.

"Artoria, what are you planning to do?" Da Vinci asked, appearing from the holographic image.

"Since we need firepower, let's gather all the combat forces here," Artoria said.

Mordred rubbed his hands together excitedly and said, "Great! Father King, let's go and seize that Pellinore's army!"

"No, Lord Pellinore, there's no need to rush. Let's go to the Anglo-Saxon barbarians from the north first," Artoria said.

"The Anglo-Saxon barbarians, huh? A group that came to Britain from Northern Europe and began to occupy Britain in the sixth century. They haven't been converted to Christianity yet, so they are indeed called barbarians by the countries that are dominated by Rome. But if they are barbarians, how do we convince them?" Shirou asked.

"Of course, it's through combat. If it's between knights, they can also use a game like hitting a ball with the back of their sword to decide the winner and gain the other's assistance," Artoria said.

"What sport? Like polo or something?" Gudako asked curiously in Chaldea.

"No, please, don't use that method," Shirou pleaded, covering his face.

"??" Gudako tilted her head in confusion.

Artoria actually wanted to talk about was one of the origins of golf. One theory is that it originated from the Chinese game of Chuiwan, while another theory is that Scottish shepherds used their sheep-driving sticks to hit stones and compete to see who could hit them most accurately.

In his previous life, Saber made a similar remark when she visited his school and saw students practicing baseball. Later, Shirou did some research on it.

The ancient Britain battlefields were like those depicted in The Hobbit, where Gandalf recounts how Bell Baggins' great-great-great-uncle, Roaring Bull Took, during the Battle of the Greenfields, swung a club at the Orc King's head hundreds of meters away, sending it flying down a rabbit hole.

"In short, no other methods will work for the barbarians. We must first subdue them by defeating them, and then negotiate cooperation to gain the upper hand," Artoria said.

"That's right, as expected of King Arthur, this is the essence of years of leading armies in battle." Little Mo exclaimed softly, "Father King, even your cold and ruthless expression is so handsome."

"Barbarian King, if you don't recognize me, you should at least recognize this holy sword!" Artoria asked, drawing the holy sword Excalibur with an imposing air.

The Barbarian King exclaimed in surprise, "This detestable holy sword, though its color has changed, is still the same. You are King Arthur!"

"Hmph! Now that you understand, join my army! You've had enough of that dragon, haven't you? Come with me to vanquish that dragon that's wreaking havoc on my territory!" Artoria said, looking at the Barbarian King and his tribe.

Indeed, probably no one in the world knows better than us how troublesome and terrifying King Arthur is as an enemy!

In the fifth century, with the decline and fragmentation of Rome, it was no longer able to maintain the stability of Britain. It allied with barbarian tribes from various regions and began to invade Britain, vying for resources and land. The Britain British vassal warlords had enough troops to protect only their own cities and were often embroiled in infighting. They could plunder whenever they had the chance, and coerce them into handing over money and women.