Although his goal in participating in the Fifth Holy Grail War was to kill his foolish self, if this was this timeline, then relaxing once in a while was fine.
As a Heroic Spirit, he naturally existed beyond the timeline. The experiences of all Shirous—their parallel counterparts—would be recorded in the Hall of Heroes, and thus in their Spirit Cores.
"Is there any way for you to crawl back in?"
Fu Yuan felt somewhat hopeless. Summoning a Heroic Spirit was supposed to be a happy occasion, so why was it different when it came to him?
"...Actually, I'm very strong, Master."
Shirou Emiya felt a little awkward. Forget about not being able to go back—even if he could, he would not go back!
"Can you beat me?!"
Fu Yuan was getting exasperated. He was just a second-rate Heroic Spirit!
"...I-I can't."
Shirou Emiya felt his face twitch. How many people could beat you?! Though he roared inwardly, Shirou did not show it on his face.
"I can cook, and I'm pretty good at making tea too."
He hurriedly tried to salvage the situation, hoping to recover at least some of his image.
"...So in other words, I summoned a Tea Server."
Fu Yuan had despaired of the Holy Grail War. He had thought he might summon some interesting characters, but reality had indeed dealt him quite a blow.
Fu Yuan thought of the things he had summoned before. Not a single one of them had been any good!
Fu Yuan walked back to the living room in despair and sat on the sofa, hugging his knees with both arms. His gaze was vacant; he had gone completely stupid.
Shirou Emiya could only smile awkwardly at the side. After glancing at the alarm clock nearby, he very consciously ran into the