Shirou brought Artoria back to the Emiya family home.
The one who greeted him was Kiritsugu, the head of the household.
"Should I say it's been a long time, Saber?"
Seeing each other again after ten years, Kiritsugu had countless things he wanted to say, yet when the words reached his lips, nothing came out.
From a rational standpoint, everything he had done back then had been correct. But she had only been an idealistic young girl!
"Emiya... Kiritsugu!"
Artoria practically gritted out his name. The completed Holy Grail had been right before his eyes, yet this man had destroyed it. To Artoria, such an act was no different from betrayal.
"Master, why are you associating with this man? He is extremely dangerous. He..."
"Wait a moment, Saber."
Shirou knew perfectly well just how inhuman his old man's actions back then had been, but he was still his old man.
"It may be a little late, but let me introduce myself. Emiya Shirou, a third-rate magus, a second-rate fighter, and a chef."
"Emiya..."
Shirou checked the time. Sella probably had not finished making dinner yet, so he patted Artoria on the shoulder.
"Hey, Saber, it should be dinner time right about now. I'll go cook first. Whatever you need to discuss, do it after dinner, okay?"
Artoria: "Okay."
Kiritsugu: "???"
What the hell? Was King Arthur really this kind of person? Did she forget everything the moment food was mentioned?
Kiritsugu felt that, had he known this earlier, he should have fed Artoria a few more meals back then. She probably would have been much more obedient.
For dinner, Shirou emerged pushing a food cart, while Sella followed behind him with another.
"Shirou, even if Miss Touko Aozaki came over too, there's no need to make this much food!"
Kiritsugu