Shirou Emiya Stands on Terra

This was even considering that Shirou was coming along this time; otherwise, Isv would have just packed more rations.

Forget about vegetables; they might rot and smell by the time they got back, especially since they might not even be needed.

It would only make things difficult for everyone at Penguin Logistics or Isv himself.

"What do you think, Shirou? Any ideas?"

Looking at the meager ingredients before her, Croissant found it hard to think of anything to make.

The potato stew was missing some ingredients too, so it would probably taste strange.

Now, it was all up to Shirou's cooking skills. Croissant just wanted to lie down and wait for Shirou to feed her.

"Hmm... White radish should be fine."

Shirou thought for a moment and finally decided to cook with white radish.

The sweet potatoes could be roasted and eaten later, and the potatoes would be left for Madam Dalia to cook or for them to take back.

"Just white radish is fine?"

Exusiai, hearing Shirou say that, began to imagine the scene.

Hiss... This doesn't feel very good!

Even Shirou, who was as powerful as a god in cooking, was helpless in this situation!

"Yeah, white radish and beast meat soup. Soup should be good in this weather."

Once the dish was decided, the remaining problems were very simple.

The issue now was how to cook it.

Given the size of the meat, which was probably half his upper body, Shirou estimated that it would be difficult to handle without a large pot.

Unfortunately, Madam Dalia didn't have any large pots at home; she only had small to medium-sized cookware.

So, Shirou ran behind the Penguin Logistics truck and pretended to take out a large iron pot and a large soup pot from the back. Of course, these were both projections, which consumed some magic, but it was within an acceptable range.

Madam Dalia wasn't surprised by this. She just found the Penguin Logistics crew quite amusing, actually bringing such large items on a trip.

As for the four people who knew what should have been in the back of their truck, they looked at the two brand-new large pots in Shirou's hands with many question marks above their heads.

"Did we bring those things?"

Exusiai asked the other three. She had gone upstairs to reheat her apple pie midway, so she didn't know if anything else had been put in the back.

"I don't know."

Texas was too engrossed in the joy of driving a new car and hadn't paid attention to such things.

The two turned their gaze to Sora and Croissant.

"I didn't see them when I was organizing. If they were that big, I couldn't have missed them, right?"

Croissant was starting to doubt her own eyesight.

"You guys... do you think Shirou projected them himself?"

Sora was the quickest to connect the dots, quickly linking the pots in Shirou's hands to Projection.

"...That's Longmen Curses ridiculous."

Croissant's lips twitched slightly.

The three unanimously agreed with Sora's idea and truly realized how absurd Shirou's Projection was, constantly refreshing their worldview.

To use such an ability just for cooking... All they could say was, "Well done!"

"You four, come and help me."

Without letting the four continue their wild thoughts, Shirou began to call for their assistance.

After all, this place wasn't as convenient as Longmen. Using a fire here required burning firewood, and getting water meant fetching it themselves.

If Shirou had to do all this himself, it would be too troublesome. To avoid taking too long, he planned to have the Penguin Logistics crew do some work.

"Yes, yes! What do we need to do?"

Sora was very enthusiastic about helping Shirou cook.

The group didn't complain about Shirou asking for their help. They were just sitting around chatting there anyway, so it was good to get some exercise.

"Help me get some firewood and some water. There should be water near the village, so ask Madam Dalia."

Shirou quickly assigned tasks to them, and then he began to prepare the ingredients himself.

The ingredients were simple: just white radish, beast meat, and salt.

If the situation allowed, adding some vegetables would have been better, but unfortunately, there were none.

Shirou only needed to shred the white radish and slice the meat thinly.

Although simple, the meat was very large, and due to the weather, it was a bit tough.

Shirou began working with the cleaver Isv had prepared.

By the time Exusiai, Croissant, and Texas returned with a large bucket of water after consulting Madam Dalia, Shirou had already processed most of the ingredients.

The firewood was also lit thanks to Sora's efforts.

"You all go rest first, and remember to wash your hands."

Seeing that everything was ready, Shirou Emiya told them to go rest while he started cooking.

He had actually already prepared half of it. Now, he just needed to put the white radish into boiling water and stir-fry the meat.

"Add a little salt while stir-frying... This way, combined with the meat's own flavor, the white radish soup won't need any extra seasoning, and the meat won't taste too bland either."

Shirou Emiya watched the large pot in front of him stir-frying, contemplating his next move.

This was inspired by a video he saw online about using up leftover ingredients. Most of the recipes featured simple dishes made with basic ingredients.

"Once it's fully cooked, pour the boiling soup into the hot pot. This will turn it into a white broth."

Shirou Emiya, wearing thick gloves, carefully poured the white radish soup in. A large amount of steam billowed out from the pot.

"Whoa..."

Seeing the vast amount of steam and the crackling sounds coming from the kitchen, Exusiai thought Shirou Emiya had blown up the kitchen.

"What a delicious smell."

As the aroma of the soup spread throughout the house with the steam, everyone waiting nearby caught a whiff.

Croissant's tears of joy streamed down her face.

After pouring in the soup, Shirou Emiya removed some of the firewood, reducing the flame.

He then continuously skimmed off the foam, preventing its fishy odor from seeping into the soup.

Once most of it was skimmed off, a little more salt could be added, and it would be ready to enjoy.

"Madam Dalia, please."

Shirou Emiya first handed a bowl to Madam Dalia, as she was the owner of the house.

Then, he served soup into each of Penguin Logistics members' individual utensils.

The stove was kept at a very low heat, otherwise the soup might get cold quickly.

"Phew... I guess I should expect this from Shirou, huh?"

Looking at the soup before him, Sora found it hard to believe that Shirou Emiya had made it using only Beast meat, white radish, and salt.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp, hiss—Ah! So good!"

Croissant drank the soup in her hand in one go, replenishing her energy with the fresh meat, and was ready for another bowl.

"Be careful not to burn yourself. There's still plenty of soup, no need to rush."

Seeing Croissant finish a large bowl of soup in one go, Shirou Emiya handed her a paper towel to wipe the soup from her face.

"Mmm... If Penguin Logistics ever faces bankruptcy, we won't have to worry about not being able to eat delicious food."

Exusiai was also drinking her soup, but she wasn't as unrestrained as Croissant. After a few gulps, she started drinking slowly with a spoon.

"...Don't say such unlucky things."

Shirou Emiya couldn't even be bothered to retort to Exusiai's wild imagination.

Who would actually wish for their workplace to face bankruptcy?

Texas, standing beside them, was remarkably quiet. She had been silently drinking her soup since receiving it. Shirou Emiya wished Croissant and Exusiai would take after Texas.

Could they please eat more elegantly?

"It looks like you won't finish it all, right? Are you saving the rest for tonight?"

After filling her stomach, Sora asked, looking at the pot which was still more than half full.

"No, let Madam Dalia take it to share with others."

Shirou Emiya had no intention of saving the soup for later. Instead, he wanted Madam Dalia to share the remaining soup with others.

After all, the meat was originally distributed by the Reunion Movement people. It was only reasonable for Madam Dalia to share it with the villagers and the Reunion Movement.

"Then I thank you on behalf of the other villagers."

Hearing Shirou Emiya's words, Madam Dalia's face broke into a kind smile.

In this cold weather, a bowl of hot soup was indeed a great blessing.

70 I Protest! Shirou is too biased towards Sora!

Madam Dalia and the Penguin Logistics members helped distribute the soup to the nearby villagers. Shirou Emiya planned to take the remaining portion to Mephisto and Faust.

Since he didn't know how many people were in the Reunion Movement, there was only a small amount left after distributing it to the villagers. It was more than enough for Mephisto and Faust.

It was just a bit cold. He hoped the Reunion Movement had a fire to warm it up.

At first, everyone from Penguin Logistics objected when Shirou Emiya said he was taking the remaining soup to the Reunion Movement.

After all, they had tried to poach him just that morning. Now he was bringing food over? Wasn't that like packing himself up and delivering himself?

"So, I'm just taking it to those two kids."

Shirou Emiya vehemently explained that he was only going to give it to Faust and Mephisto, and had no intention of seeing Alina.

"Still no good! If you really have to go... then we have to go with you!"

Exusiai offered a compromise. If Shirou was going, then the rest of them had to go too!

This was their absolute bottom line!

"That's not a problem, but Sora, aren't you cold?"

Shirou didn't have any objections to them accompanying him. He just remembered Sora rubbing her hands together earlier, and it seemed like two jackets weren't quite enough for her.

"N-no! I'm not cold at all!"

Sora poked half of her face out from inside her jacket, speaking with a determined expression.

After speaking, she immediately retreated back into the jacket.

"..."

Seeing Sora shivering even as she spoke, Shirou found it a little amusing.

"You're clearly freezing like this, so don't push yourself."

Shirou took off the Holy Shroud that was around his neck and draped it around Sora's.

Although the Holy Shroud looked thin and unimpressive, it could at least block some of the wind.

"Mmm, thank you."

Seeing Shirou lend her the red cloth he treasured so much, Sora was a little touched.

"Why don't I get one?"

Croissant chimed in, holding a pot of soup in her hands.

"You're not afraid of the cold. Didn't you see Sora shivering just now when she was talking?"