Little Moe Goes to the Amusement Park / Shirou's Great Crisis

"Oh! She dodged it! She's just as fierce as Victoria, not inferior to any man. Ah! Caren kicked out, a devastating kick aimed at Watt's groin, ahhh!"

"Luckily, the Scotsman wore a kilt! The kilt bought Kennedy half a second, and he acted decisively, smashing both woks he was holding simultaneously onto Caren's head. Ah! The scene was silent; we could almost hear the sound of testicles shattering. Kennedy clutched his groin, Caren clutched her head, and both collapsed to the ground, incapacitated."

"Caren!" Suzaku cried out in surprise, but he was already too busy to help himself. The other two contestants were wielding kitchen utensils, attacking the curly-haired boy from both sides.

"At this moment, Lelouch is having a friendly chat with Adam Smith about strategies for governing a country and how to use capital to maximize profits. He's also discussing recent popular plays with George Bernard Shaw on the other side. The three of them are chatting amicably while continuously filling their baskets with the ingredients they need."

"The three parties have gathered enough ingredients and are starting to prepare the meal!"

After two hours, the three teams presented their dishes to the judges. After tasting, the judges discussed the results and announced them.

"Oh! This year's champion is Ireland! They won a golden statuette, depicting a blond prince who appears to be of Eurasian descent. Legend has it that he was sent by the gods to Britain to help warriors defeat a dragon. Not only was he highly skilled in martial arts, but his culinary skills were also remarkable. This skill united the warlords who were fighting separately, and they worked together to defeat the dragon and achieve victory."

Some say he was God's messenger, an angel descended from heaven who ruled over cooking. Others say he was a messenger of Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and virgins.

"Oh, this is the twenty-first victory for the Irish since the start of the Holy Pot War, three years since their last triumph. It's truly an exciting moment! George Bernard Shaw, with his bearded man, is so moved he's crying and snot is streaming down his face. What a tender-hearted tough guy! He wipes his tears, hugs the little golden statue, and keeps kissing it. Ah! It's covered in snot and saliva."

In short, let's give them a warm round of applause!

Fortunately, the boy in another world had no way of knowing any of this.

Chapter 160 Little Mo Goes to the Amusement Park

The soldiers were checking their equipment on the battlefield, preparing to leave. Because of the disappearance of the dragon Vortigern, the dark clouds that had covered the region had dissipated, and the bright moonlight shone down, illuminating the land.

"Hiccup!" Shirou suddenly felt a chill descend upon him and shivered all over.

"What's wrong, Shirou? If you have a cold, you should be careful," Artoria was already sitting on the motorcycle, asked as she looked over.

"You're really weak, Shirou. Don't catch a cold. How about I lend you my jacket?" Little Mo turned around and said to the boy.

"No need, it was probably just because my nose was itchy," Shirou said, shaking his head.

"Shirou- sama, you need to take care of your physical fitness. It would be terrible if you caught a cold," Lamorak said as he approached.

"That's an exaggeration. It's just a cold, after all," Shirou said, waving his hand.

"No, a cold can be fatal. Even the most perfect knight will expose a fatal flaw if he gets sick, giving others an opportunity to take advantage of him," Lamorak advised earnestly.

"Lamorak, are you also preparing to leave?" Shirou asked, looking at the tall Knights of the Round Table.

"Yes, thank you for your hospitality earlier, and..." Lamorak replied, then stood up straight, looked at Artoria, and placed one hand on his chest in a knightly salute, saying, "Your Majesty! Thank you for forgiving my sins. I sincerely hope that you will have a happy life from now on!"

Artoria placed her hands on her sword in front of her and looked at him. "Hmph, Lamorak, I have already said that everything I have done is to carry out my choice. Perhaps the holy King of Knights on my other side will adhere to some moral principles, but in the end, she and I are the same person. For the stability of the country, we will ruthlessly sacrifice the rights of a minority."

Back then, if killing any one of the Knights of the Round Table could bring happiness to Britain, I probably would have done it without hesitation. So... Lamorak, you owe me nothing. Now that Britain is destroyed, live according to your own wishes from now on!

"Hmph, King Arthur, you really dare to say that! You just borrowed our strength, and now you want to send us away?" At this moment, a middle-aged knight with a silver lance rode up on horseback and said.

"Lord Pellinore, do you, who are unwilling to be subservient to others, still wish to follow behind me?" Artoria asked.

Pellinore chuckled haughtily and said, "Hmph, forget it. You actually look somewhat decent now, not so bad after all. Now that I've secured my due glory, who wants to waste those crucial last few hours with King Arthur? Lamorak, I'm off! You catch up later!"

"Yes, Father," Lamorak replied respectfully.

"Tch, nobody said they wanted you to stay. Go away, go away!" Little Mo waved her hand dismissively.

"Hmph! A brat is just a brat. I am a king of this land, and my territory shelters the Britain Britons. Since I'm leaving, I should at least say a few words to them." Pellinore mounted his horse and prepared to return to his camp.

"Oh dear, King Pellinore, are you leaving already?" At this moment, the black-haired woman in the holographic Projection looked at the knight with the silver lance, revealing a reluctant expression.

Pellinore saw the exquisite woman inside—long black hair, a pretty noblewoman's face—who perfectly matched his aesthetic. His previous arrogance vanished. "Ah, isn't this the beautiful lady from Chaldea side? If it's you, I'd be happy to chat with you and keep you company."

"You're so thoughtful. If you'd like, we could spend every day together if you came to Chaldea," Da Vinci said with a wink and a smile.

"Is that so... is that so? Well, that's something I might consider." Pellinore was dazzled by the beauty's smile and was about to agree.

Just then, a girl with orange-red hair pushed open the door and walked straight in, shouting, "Da Vinci, Da Vinci! Where have you been hiding again, slacking off?!"

Da Vinci said somewhat angrily, "Gudako, what are you talking about! I'm not slacking off right now, I'm having an important conversation! Don't bother me."

Unfortunately, it was all too late... The name Leonardo da Vinci had already been printed in textbooks in many countries, treated as common knowledge, and transmitted to the minds of Servant.

"Da... Da Vinci?! That bald old man who painted self-portraits with a beard that was all mixed up with his hair?" Pellinore's mouth dropped open, speechless with astonishment.

Da Vinci felt that even if he had the acting skills of another Leonardo, he wouldn't be able to fool anyone, so he laughed awkwardly and said, "Haha, even though I'm a thousand years removed from your era, there's still knowledge about me, huh? Ah, being too famous is really a headache."

"Stop talking! You heartless liar who plays with people's feelings! You black-hearted spaghetti!" Pellinore rode away on his white horse.

"Hey, hey? Don't go! Even if we're different, we can still be friends!" Da Vinci raised his hand, trying to stop Pellinore.

"Never see you again!!" Pellinore vanished in a flash of light.

Da Vinci exclaimed in shock, "Aaaaaah! He actually disbanded his Spirit Origin and went back to the Throne of Heroes!"

"Da Vinci, what a sinful man. But he really doesn't know how to appreciate things; the spaghetti was quite delicious." Gudako shook her head, walked behind the woman, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Then, Your Majesty, I, Lamorak, will take my leave as well. I must finish the work left by my father. Farewell, Lord Mordred, Shirou." With that, Lamorak mounted his horse and rode towards his own barracks.

"Oh! If you want revenge, you can come find me anytime!" Little Mo waved his hand and said.

"Goodbye, Lamorak." Shirou waved goodbye to the simple-minded yet valiant knight.

"King Arthur, I'll be going now! The barbarian warriors should also return to celebrate their victory!" The Barbarian King and his two sons, surrounded by their families, left the battlefield.

Shirou glanced at the sky; the Morning Star was already beginning to brighten, though it was probably still noon outside. "Then let's go, Artoria, Little Mo."

"Yes, that's right." Artoria nodded in agreement.

"Huh? Shirou, Father King, where are we going?" Little Mo asked in confusion.

"Da Vinci, how long can Little Mo maintain his current state outside?" Shirou asked the Chaldea side.

"Yes, yes, according to calculations, since it was summoned on the outskirts of the world, the impact is not significant. So, this world here can probably last for another 6 hours before it completely separates from this world," Da Vinci replied.

"I know! Thank you. Then let's go to the amusement park, Artoria, is that alright?" Shirou asked the girl, trying to make a suggestion.

Artoria nodded in agreement, "Well, since Shirou has a destination in mind, let's go there then. As for me, I'll only choose places like burger joints and fried chicken shops."

"Hey? Is it possible? An amusement park!" Little Mo said, both surprised and happy.

"Get on! Lord Mordred, or I'll leave you here! Shirou and I will go together." Artoria said, starting the motorcycle.

"I want to go! I want to go! Father King, don't leave me! I want to go!" Little Mo cried out and jumped into the carriage.

The three of them rode the motorcycle up the hill, crossed the alternate dimension, and returned to the hillside in the outside world. Then they turned on the navigation and headed straight for the nearby amusement park, although it wasn't as grand as Disneyland.

Because it's a day off, the amusement park was already quite crowded. Fortunately, the city doesn't have a large flow of people, so queuing wasn't too unbearable.

Shirou paid for the doorplate, and then the three of them ran inside together.

The first one I chose was, as expected, the roller coaster.

"As the queen, of course I should sit at the front!" Artoria walked forward as if it were the most natural thing in the world! Perhaps it was because of the girl's leadership as a queen, but the people in front of her consciously made way for her to choose her seat.

"Then I want to sit next to Father King!" Little Mo followed suit.

So Shirou had no choice but to sit in the second row.

Once everyone had fastened their seatbelts, the restraints were lowered, and the roller coaster slowly started moving forward, pausing briefly at its highest point before plummeting downwards under the pull of gravity.

"Yahoo!"

"Waaaaaah!!!"

As they plummeted rapidly, screams erupted.

Under the influence of centrifugal force, the roller coaster descended onto the loop, and people instantly felt a thrilling sensation of being pressed down and then, for a moment, as if they were about to be thrown out.

Finally, the roller coaster traversed all the thrilling tracks and returned to the station.

"This feels so exciting!" Little Mo exclaimed excitedly, clenching his fist after getting off the bus.

"Yeah, it's not as good as my motorcycle, but it swoops down from the sky," Artoria agreed.

"I want to ride it again!" Little Mo raised his hand and pleaded.

"Okay, then let's sit at the very back this time, let's go!" Artoria agreed, looking quite interested.

"Okay! Shirou, let's go!" Little Mo said, grabbing the boy's right hand.

"Hey? You guys go have fun." Shirou said, indicating his refusal. This kind of heart-pounding activity wasn't really suitable for him.

"Enough with the nagging! Shirou, just stay by my side." Artoria stretched out her arm, took the boy's left hand, and pulled him forward.

"When we first discussed it, didn't you say you were bringing Little Mo here to play? Why are you having more fun than him now?" The boy being dragged along looked speechlessly at Wang on his left.

So Shirou was dragged by the two girls to queue up for the roller coaster again. They rode it five times before they finally got a little tired of it. But when the girls saw the drop tower with a drop of nearly 100 meters in front of them, their eyes lit up again.

They played around until the afternoon, going from one end of the park to the other and then back again. At this point, the three of them arrived at the Ferris wheel, which was near the middle.

When it was their turn in line, Shirou and Little Mo felt a push from behind, and they stumbled and sat down in a Ferris wheel car. When they turned around, they saw Artoria standing motionless at the door.

"Wait? Father King? Aren't you coming up?" Little Mo asked.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to buy something to eat at that shop over there. Shirou, you just stay up there and play with Mordred." Artoria said, pointing behind her.

"Oh, I understand," Shirou replied.

"Since Shirou is mine when he's on the ground, I might as well give some of his time in the sky to the kids," Artoria thought to herself, watching the two of them with her arms crossed.

"That guest? Aren't you going to sit down?" The staff member seemed intimidated by the girl's imposing manner and asked in a low voice.

"No need!" Artoria turned and walked straight towards the burger shop behind her.

The staff member called out, "Yes, the hatch is closed now. Next person."

"She's already eaten two meals this morning. I'm used to it, but Artoria's stomach is really something else," Shirou said helplessly as he watched the girl leave.

"Shirou, you idiot! Father King's appetite is unmatched among the Knights of the Round Table! Of course, her strength is just as formidable as her appetite!" Little Mo said smugly.

"Yes, Little Mo, you can eat quite a lot too, Mo." Shirou replied with a light laugh.

"Hmm, right?" Little Mo nodded in satisfaction.

The Ferris wheel slowly turned, swaying slightly as it rose. It was nearly dusk, and the distant clouds were tinged with orange and crimson. One sea of clouds was golden, while the other was a mixture of purplish-red and orange-red, like rouge.

"But whether it's the roller coaster we rode before or this Ferris wheel, they didn't rely on Riding dragons or Pegasus to rise into the sky. Humans are truly amazing," Little Mo said with a sigh as she knelt on the chair and looked outside.

"There's still some time before the amusement park closes, so you can still play if you want," Shirou said with a smile. He had originally come here to cheer up Little Mo.

Feeling her own condition, Little Mo sat back down in her seat, swinging her legs as she said, "Unfortunately, my time is almost up. I'll probably have to leave after this turn."

"Is that so? Then let's find an even bigger amusement park to play at next time!" Shirou said, sitting opposite the girl.

"Okay!" Little Mo nodded and replied with a bright smile.

At this moment, the Ferris wheel where the boy and girl were located had reached its highest point, and the golden sunlight cast their slowly rotating shadows on the earth.

Chapter 161 Shirou's Great Crisis

The sky continued its transformation from azure to indigo, and the setting sun and golden sea of clouds seemed frozen in time like a painting. The young man and woman sitting on the Ferris wheel were exactly one hundred meters above the ground. At this moment, the surroundings became quiet, far away from the hustle and bustle of the amusement park, and the wind in the sky stopped.

The moment had come to an end; if she didn't ask what was on her mind, she would never have another chance. The girl clenched her small hands, which were resting flat on the seat, into fists.

"Um... coming back to the point, Shirou! What do you think of me...?" At this final moment, Little Mo lowered her head, mustered her courage, and asked the question that had been bothering her for a long time.

"What do you mean?" Shirou asked, looking at the girl who had suddenly fallen silent. This was unlike Little Mo.

Little Mo angrily kicked the boy lightly, then lowered her head again.

"I mean... how have I done as Servant? Compared to my Father King... am I competent?" Little Mo asked, bowing her head. At that moment, the girl was like a child yearning for recognition and waiting for praise.

"Hmm, that's great." Shirou reached out and patted the girl's head, assuring her, "As Servant, you are undoubtedly excellent. We've trusted each other all the way and fought side by side. You even taught me how to ride a horse."

So I can honestly tell you now, Mordred is my best partner, and you won't lose to Artoria! So keep up this momentum, and you'll definitely become an even better person."

"Is that so, is that so..." Little Mo, who had been looking down, smirked and raised her fist to hit the boy's chest. One punch, two punches, three punches, four punches... Each punch was faster and heavier than the last, and by the tenth punch, it was a smash.

"Wait, wait... Stop!" Shirou cried out in pain, stopping the girl.

With his fist pressed against the boy's chest, the rebellious knight Mordred looked up and met the boy's eyes, a fighting spirit seemingly ignited in them, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Shirou! Although I've always thought that just finding things my Father King used would be enough to make me happy, and I do love and admire Father King the most, that doesn't mean I don't have any resentment towards him! After all, I still want to take the best treasures! At least I can't let her have them all to herself."

"Huh? What is that? I think it's best not to fight with Artoria. If possible, I'll try Projection one for you," Shirou advised.

"This has to be the real one!" Little Mo blushed slightly, but having thought it through, she revealed her usual cheerful smile as she spoke. The girl stood up and leaned forward towards the boy.

A gust of wind blew by, causing the cabin, which was suspended high in the air, to sway. The girl lost her balance and fell directly toward the boy.

Shirou was caught off guard and failed to catch the girl.

So Little Mo's forehead collided directly with the boy's forehead.