Gagging the Girls

"Ouch!" Little Mo cried out in pain, tears welling in her eyes as she covered her forehead.

"So what exactly do you want?" Shirou, also covering his forehead, was completely baffled.

At that moment, Mordred began to emit a fluorescent glow.

"Looks like it's time, Shirou! Remember to come find me at Chaldea!" Little Mo said with a smile and a wave.

"Hey? Little Mo, are you really not planning to come live here?" Shirou asked.

"No way! Who would want to go to school here! Goodbye~!" Little Mo said, crossing her arms and pouting.

"Oh, goodbye," Shirou replied. Since Artoria was here, he figured Little Mo would eventually beg to come over.

"Hey? Sir, wasn't there a blonde girl in a red jacket with you on the train?" The freckled young man who opened the door peered into the carriage with a puzzled look, then glanced behind the boy, and asked.

"Sir? What are you talking about? I was the only one up there the whole time." Shirou said to the man with his usual serious expression.

Shirou silently apologized, then looked away from the staff member's horrified expression and pale face, unable to bear it any longer, and quickly left.

Inside the burger joint ahead, Artoria was sitting there eating snacks, with more than a dozen empty burger wrappers on the table.

"Has that child already left?" Artoria asked, looking up at the boy who had entered.

"Hmm, aren't you going to say goodbye to Little Mo?" Shirou sat down opposite the girl and asked softly.

"That child is very tenacious. Anyway, as soon as she gets a chance, she'll pester me to come along again," Artoria said nonchalantly.

Little Mo, who had just returned to Chaldea, went straight to Da Vinci's workshop.

"Da Vinci, this is for you, then teach me!" Little Mo shouted.

"Thanks for your hard work, hmph, I knew you'd say that, so I printed it out for you a long time ago." Da Vinci took the Holy Grail, then patted the Huanggang and Haidian exam papers, workbooks, large exam papers, and textbooks on the table, all from first to seventh grade.

"So tall!" Little Mo was so frightened when he saw the stack of books that was as tall as a small mountain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's okay, as long as you finish all of this, you'll be perfectly fine to go to Shirou's school," Da Vinci said encouragingly.

"Huh? Once I finish learning all this, I can go? Shouldn't you be setting up a bunch of weird and troublesome conditions?" Little Mo said in surprise.

"Ahem, I, Da Vinci, have always taken good care of the Chaldea members, okay? This is a special offer for you, given how hard you've worked. But once you get there, you'll have to help Mash and Shirou too."

"I know! Whether it's one mountain or two, I'll finish it and show you!" Little Mo gritted her teeth, preparing to pick up the stack of outlines and exam papers that was at least two meters taller than her.

"Little Mo, why don't we invite Little Jack, Little Rhyme, and Little Jeanne d'Arc to attend class together? Teacher Da Vinci will teach you simple and easy-to-understand learning methods," Da Vinci said, putting on his glasses and blinking.

"No way, those are just kids!" Little Mo said disdainfully.

"How about we invite some older-looking Servants? Actually, the other two Jeanne d'Arc might need a little tutoring, especially in math. Chaldea is full of overly muscular Servant; it's a real headache when it comes to holistic education," Da Vinci said, resting his chin on his hand.

While the Holy Grail summon grants the Servant the knowledge necessary for life in the mortal world, it does not include textbook content. In the case of a possession summon, the Servant can also utilize the host's existing knowledge to achieve a complementary and mutually beneficial effect.

If it's an independent Servant, then there's really no way. If Servant was illiterate in life, although they can read the hidden information behind the characters related to the Holy Grail War and understand the language of the other Master Servant, if they couldn't write in life, they still can't write Servant.

If Servant 'Riding Skill level is high enough, they can indeed "fly" an airplane. However, for the Servant, it's just like riding a horse; they don't understand the underlying principles. They simply operate intuitively with the help of their skill, pressing the right switch at crucial moments. Don't expect Servant to teach you how to fly an airplane.

Little Mo glanced at Da Vinci with disdain and said irritably, "What do you want the Saintess Maiden and that troublesome panda woman to learn from you? Do you want them to come here to preach and burn down houses? Forget it, I'm going back to my room."

So Little Mo picked up the textbooks and test papers, which were half a head taller than her, and walked step by step towards her room. Although she couldn't see the road at all, she relied on her ancestral Instinct to get back to her room without any obstacles.

"Just you wait, Father King! Shirou!" Little Mo sat at the table, engrossed in her first-grade exam. As Servant, she could study non-stop, even without sleep or food. That's right! Mordred was going to become a top student starting today!

Meanwhile, Shirou and Artoria, who had already left the amusement park, went straight to a nearby all-you-can-eat barbecue restaurant.

Then Shirou was in charge of grilling, Artoria was in charge of eating.

Artoria, having completely unleashed her appetite, is in full tyrannical mode, focusing solely on consuming meat.

Shirou then demonstrated his honed culinary skills, efficiently allocating the oven space to grill portions of meat, bacon, and sausages in the most efficient way, while leaving space on one side to grill chicken and pork, which take longer.

Even so, he still couldn't keep up with the girl's eating speed, so Shirou had to secretly use Magecraft to enhance the grill, increase the temperature of the flames, and make the heat adjustable, maximizing the efficiency of grilling meat.

An hour later, the barbecue restaurant, which hadn't been open for long in the afternoon, was completely empty of meat and vegetables, leaving not a single piece of meat behind; it all ended up in the girl's stomach.

The barbecue restaurant owner, with a mournful face, saw the two off as he took a photo of the boy and girl with his DSLR camera, intending to hang it on the wall as a reference for the "No Entry for This Person" sign.

Because the other party's boss acted so pitifully, Shirou and Artoria had no choice but to agree to let him take the photos.

"We can't come to this area anymore either," Artoria said regretfully.

"You haven't already eaten at every buffet near the Bristol Branch School, have you?" Shirou asked suspiciously.

Artoria retorted, "How could that be! These Englishmen are not honest at all. Once I eat at a restaurant on a street, the photo will circulate to two or three nearby shops. So I can only eat at one restaurant in one district at a time. Now I've almost eaten at all the restaurants within a hundred kilometers."

"Haha, after all, at the rate you eat, Artoria, this shop will go out of business in less than a week," Shirou said.

"But this is supposed to be a place where you can eat as much as you want, until you're stuffed, right?" Artoria countered.

"Haha... that's true." Shirou agreed with a laugh, but the problem was that Artoria's stomach would automatically convert the food she ate into magic power. With the heart of Red Dragon, the amount of magic power she could store was probably enough to fill her stomach even if she ate at a dozen more restaurants.

"But you should forgive the shop owners for trying to make a living. Now that we've eaten, where should we go next?" Shirou asked.

"Hmm... Let's go to where Shirou is staying now. I can even help you clean!" Artoria said, changing her spirit dress back into Maid Outfit and picking up the chosen mop with great interest.

So the two returned to the hotel near the Bristol Branch School, and had just reached the door of their room.

Just then, Shizuka Hiratsuka walked out of the door and saw this scene. She pointed at the boy in disbelief and said, "Shi... Shirou?! You were only gone for half a day, and you came back with a girl? And a maid at that? Uniform fetish!?"

"Ah, ah! This is actually the child of an acquaintance of my father's in England. We just happened to run into her, so I brought her up here to introduce her to the place," Shirou explained.

"Huh? The Hikigaya family is not an ordinary elite family of office workers? Has your father ever served abroad?" Shizuka Hiratsuka said doubtfully.

"Well, that's how it is, we have some business dealings." Shirou forced a smile and changed the subject.

"Ahaha, I see! That puts my mind at ease. You guys chat, I'm going downstairs for a smoke. Shirou, remember to take the girl home tonight!"

"Okay, goodbye, teacher." Shirou watched Shizuka Hiratsuka walk into the elevator, and only breathed a sigh of relief after the doors closed.

"Wait a minute? Even so, you can't bring a girl into the room, can you?!" Shizuka Hiratsuka, who had just entered the elevator, realized the problem and shouted in a panic.

"Sorry, Artoria made you lie with me," Shirou said, looking at the girl.

"It's nothing, but Shirou, I don't think this makes any sense," Artoria said.

"Huh? What's going on?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"That must be the teacher who came here with you. Ms. Yamanaka submitted an application yesterday to change the supervising teacher. Starting tomorrow, a new female teacher will move into the girls' dormitory to supervise the exchange students' daily lives," Artoria said.

"So, will everything about me being taken to the girls' dormitory at this school last night be exposed?" Shirou exclaimed in surprise.

Once Shizuka Hiratsuka moves into the dorm, those gossipy female classmates and upperclassmen will definitely talk to her about these things. And if Shizuka Hiratsuka- sensei finds out about this, it means the whole class will know; if the whole class knows, then the whole school will know.

What a blunder! This terrible dark history... Shirou clutched his head, unable to bear thinking about it any longer.

Chapter 162 Giving the Girl a Mouth

This is truly a major crisis. Although he escaped legal punishment, he feels his social standing will be completely erased. Thinking about the reactions of acquaintances when they hear this news, Shirou can already foresee that tragic future.

The younger sister would look at her with a subtle expression and say, "Brother, did you find the souvenirs you brought back for Komachi in the girls' dormitory? It's okay, even if you're a pervert, Komachi will tolerate it and won't show any disgust."

"Wait! Komachi! This is a misunderstanding! I bought lots of local specialties!"

The parents at home would also look at him with complicated expressions, wondering, "Who does this child look like? Why did we give birth to such a child?"

Why are you looking at me like a stranger? Let me explain!

Even your fellow members of the Service Club will look at you with disdain. "Shirou... I never knew you were this kind of person... But it's okay! We're comrades, so hurry up and turn yourself in. After three years, we'll still be friends!... Probably."

'Is it already on the premise of going to jail? What happened to our promise to save the world together?'

Mash said, "Shirou-senpai! Even if you're a pervert, it's okay. There are still many popular perverts in this world, like Mozart, Roland, Da... In short, there are many perverts!"

So, perverted senior, please don't give up on life. Find a place where nobody knows you and start over. I recommend the mysterious organization atop the snowy mountains of another world. Although it's a bit barren, it comes with the perk of traveling to another world, and the benefits are negotiable."

'Thank you Mash, but I'm not happy at all.'

Gudako burst into laughter. "Hahaha!! Shirou-senpai, you'll join my team from now on and become my other half! If you crossdress, you'll be an even cuter 'me' than me!"

With you here, Gudako is doubled; together we're invincible! The female Servant are yours, the male Servant, Afu, and Chevalier d'Eon are mine. Our ambition to rule Chaldea and claim the Throne of Heroes can finally be realized!

'This is the only one! Absolutely not!'

"Shirou? Shirou? What's wrong?" Artoria asked the boy curiously.

"Ah... it's alright, thank goodness, it was just an illusion." Shirou finally snapped out of it, letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing the blonde girl. But he also made up his mind, saying, "No, we absolutely can't let things get worse! Artoria, we have to find a way to explain ourselves even if Shizuka Hiratsuka- sensei finds out!"

"Don't worry about it, Shirou. That's my territory, and I'll protect you. So, for the sake of your reputation, the activity of cooking at the girls' dormitory as part of the culinary exchange with the school must continue. I'll leave tomorrow's breakfast to you too!" Artoria comforted the boy, placing her hands on his shoulders as she spoke solemnly.

"Hmm... that's all we can do... Hmm? That's not right! Things have come to this point, but as a man, I really shouldn't go to the girls' dormitory, right? Artoria? You don't just want me to make you breakfast, do you?" Shirou looked at the girl and asked suspiciously.

Artoria turned her head away, avoiding eye contact with the boy, and muttered in a voice only she could hear, "After all, once you've had a breakfast made by Shirou, you'll want to eat it every day..."

"Artoria?" Shirou looked at the girl and felt even more suspicious.

Artoria coughed and said seriously, "Ahem, no, Shirou, and you don't just make breakfast for me... I think it would be helpful for the girls at school to try more exotic foods in the future. No! It's also necessary to improve the overall diet of Britain."

So inviting you to my dorm for a food culture exchange is definitely the best solution! And if that's the case, I can also get the other girls to stop mentioning Shirou you stayed overnight in the girls' dorm."

"Please, Lady Artoria!" Shirou pleaded, clasping his hands together. Yes! He only had one solution left: to shut all the girls up!

Artoria nodded with satisfaction at the boy's reply, then picked up the mop and said, "Okay! In exchange, I'll clean your room for you, Shirou!"

A diligent and skilled cleaning maid and a chef who excels at cooking—they're a match made in heaven!

"No, Artoria, the hotel here has professional cleaning staff, so you don't really need to work so hard. Also, except for the bathroom which is tiled, everything else is carpeted, so a mop won't be of much use," Shirou reminded her with a dry laugh.

"It's alright! As long as we do our best, even if we burn the carpet, the room will still be spotless!" Artoria said earnestly. The queen of Britain, the chosen mop in her hand shimmered with starlight, and she gave her all to whatever she did.

As she spoke, the girl indeed polished the tiles at the entrance until they shone Gil, and then her gaze settled on the carpet inside.

"Stop! Don't cause any damage!" Shirou quickly objected.

Artoria reluctantly put away the mop and said, "Really? What a tasteless hotel. They don't understand the advantages of wooden floors at all. Looks like I'll have to wait until we get back to Shirou's house to clean it."

After that, Shirou escorted Artoria downstairs, since it was only two kilometers from the girls' dormitory at the Bristol Branch School, a short ride by motorcycle. So Shirou decided not to risk becoming a suspicious individual loitering outside the girls' dormitory at night.

"Shirou, I want fried chicken nuggets, roasted potatoes, and sausage bread tomorrow," Artoria said to the boy as she mounted her motorcycle.

"Okay, okay, I know," Shirou replied helplessly.

"Hmm." Artoria nodded, started the motorcycle, and sped off towards the school.

After seeing the girl off, Shirou returned to his room and lay down on his bed. He had a feeling that tomorrow would be even more tiring than fighting the dragon, and with that feeling in mind, the boy fell asleep.

In his dream, he seemed to see a distant, otherworldly country called Britain, where a tradition called the Holy Pot War was practiced, and as the country embarked on its expeditions, this tradition spread further and further.

Then the scene shifts, and decades have passed.

He became a statue like the Statue of Liberty, with a group of strange guys called the Cauldrons at his feet, engaged in a competition called the Holy Pot War. They beat their opponents black and blue in the ring, then snatched the best ingredients to cook their dishes.

Others offer their first prepared food as a tribute to the statue, which is then judged, and the winner receives the Gold Cloth of the Cauldron, crafted from legendary cooking utensils...

Just as the Saint of Horse Meat was about to win, the Saint of Roasted Chicken, leading the Dark Saint of the Dark Cuisine World, attacked and stole the Gold Cloth...

"What the hell is this dream?!" Shirou in the statue couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to complain.

But just then, Shirou opened his eyes and woke up.

The next morning, Shirou arrived at the girls' dormitory as promised. He sent a message to Artoria on his phone, and soon a beautiful blonde girl dressed in a maid outfit and wearing a pure white headband that looked like a maid crown opened the door to welcome the boy in.

Her beautiful golden hair was meticulously combed and neatly pinned up at the back of her head. She wore a black maid's skirt, with white lace wristbands on her wrists, white suspenders connecting to white lace stockings, and black flat leather shoes. The tight black outfit made the already petite and lovely girl appear even more delicate and adorable.

Seeing this girl, Shirou felt all the gloom and chaos from the strange dreams he'd had the night before vanish, and he greeted her with a light laugh, "Good morning, Artoria."

"Good morning, Shirou." The girl's usually cold and pretty face softened with a rare smile as she looked at the boy.

As soon as Shirou walked into the restaurant, the girls who had arrived early to wait cheered with delight. They had gotten up full of anticipation, but when they arrived at the restaurant and found that Shirou had not stayed there, they all instinctively clutched their stomachs, feeling a sense of emptiness inside.

So when the boy appeared there, the girls all screamed with excitement.

"Hey~! Shirou ~! You really didn't abandon us after all."

"I thought you stayed here for one night and then forgot about it as soon as you left."

"Why use such an easily misunderstood way of saying it?" Shirou muttered helplessly. That's why he was so worried about what problems might arise here next.

"It's okay! As long as you're willing to stay here, we can discuss and do anything!" One after another, the fiery, brown-haired, passionate young women and Blonde Sweetie from Britain ran forward happily, ready to pounce on her.

At this moment, Artoria walked out from behind the boy with a cold face. Her eyes swept over them, and all the girls froze as if they had been frozen in time.

"Silence! If you still want breakfast, find a place to sit down and don't disturb the chef I invited for this culinary exchange," Artoria commanded.

"Yes, head maid!" The students obediently sat down in neat rows.

But after sitting down for three minutes, the girls looked at each other in bewilderment. 'Huh? Does our Sun Never Sets Empire have a food culture? How come we've never heard of it before?'

Shirou then smoothly entered the kitchen, smiled and invited Artoria, who wanted to follow him in, out, and closed the door.