Shirou's Return from the Fae Kingdom

Shirou regretted it the moment he agreed.

However, it was too late. The sound of plates falling on the floor echoed from the kitchen.

This was immediately followed by a girl's scream and a boy's cry.

"This house can't function without me..."

Shirou sighed, got up, and headed towards the kitchen.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when the Matou siblings left.

Worried, Shirou called the Matou Family, and Kariya Matou ended up picking them up.

"Fujimura-san should head back too. Should I call the Fujimura Group?"

"What are you talking about, Shirou."

Taiga Fujimura lay like a tiger that had lost its ferocity in a zoo, propping her chin with one hand as she watched TV.

"This is my home."

"Hello, is this the Fujimura Group? I'm..."

"Don't you dare call them!"

Taiga Fujimura rushed over and hung up the phone.

Shirou sighed and put the phone back in its place. "Fujimura-san, are you really planning to stay here?"

"From today onwards, I am Shirou's guardian."

She announced solemnly again, then pouted and looked at the boy with pleading eyes. "...Is that okay?"

Shirou sighed. "Alright, I understand."

Once Fujimura-san decided something, any struggle on his part was meaningless. He decisively gave up.

"Yay!!!"

Taiga Fujimura raised her hands in celebration of her victory.

Once her excitement subsided, the ponytail girl placed her hands on Shirou's shoulders.

"Alright, it's about time to take a bath."

Taiga Fujimura said, pushing the boy towards the bathroom.

"Don't push me."

"Shirou, the bathwater should be ready by now, right?"

"Yeah, I heated it before dinner."

"That's good then."

Shirou was forcibly pushed into the bathroom, and then—Taiga Fujimura suddenly started undressing.

"Eh...?"

Shirou blinked, a great deal of confusion arising from the situation before him.

Taiga Fujimura moved with her usual speed, quickly shedding her shirt and uniform skirt.

Her well-toned, lean body was exposed to the air.

"...Wait."

Shirou's cheeks flushed rapidly, his mouth agape, unable to speak.

To be honest, Shirou had never thought of Fujimura-san as a woman before, but now...

Her slender waist that could be held in one hand, her delicate and long limbs, her round and firm hips, and the budding...

It wasn't the mature charm of an adult woman, but a body full of youthful vitality, like a blooming flower bud.

Shirou's heart raced, his face red, completely captivated and unable to look away.

Come to think of it, Fujimura-san was a beautiful girl. Even with her personality, she was very popular at school.

"The water temperature is just right... Hm?"

Taiga Fujimura, bending over with her back to the boy and reaching into the bathtub, noticed his gaze.

"What's wrong, Shirou...? Huh? Why aren't you undressed yet!? Go rinse off first, the bathwater will get cold."

"It's not..."

Shirou took a step back.

He finally remembered the fact that, in the eyes of others, he was just an elementary schooler.

No... Even for an elementary schooler, would a middle school girl normally bathe with a boy?

Right! I forgot...

"Sister Fujimura isn't a normal person at all, ahhhhhhh!"

"Do you want me to help you undress? I can't help it with you."

The braided girl, clad only in her underwear, swayed her striking, slender legs and walked over to them with great confidence.

"I, I'll go out first... Sister Fujimura, you wash first! Call me after you're done!"

Shirou fled in a panic.

But the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, about to regain his freedom, a strong hand landed on his shoulder.

"Sis, Sister Fujimura...?"

"Pfft pfft pfft, Shirou, you're so funny, are you shy?"

Taiga Fujimura chuckled, covering her mouth. "Oh my, but it's no wonder. After all, I'm also a super~ super~ charming, peerless beauty~"

"Let, let me go! Sister Fujimura! Let me out!"

"Not a chance!"

"Ngh... Ah!"

Taiga Fujimura used a martial art she probably learned from a TV variety show, using her weight to subdue Shirou on the ground, rendering him completely immobile.

He was forcibly stripped naked.

He was pulled under the shower to be rinsed.

Shirou, with a look of utter resignation, sat in the bathtub with Taiga Fujimura.

Shirou Amamiya would stake his reputation that his insomnia last night was absolutely not due to Taiga Fujimura's body.

While being pressed closely against a healthy, energetic, active middle school girl in a cramped bathtub was indeed overly stimulating, it wasn't enough to shake Shirou's resilient character.

The reason Shirou couldn't sleep was mainly because of the futon.

Before, at the Matou Family's house, Shirou slept on a soft, luxurious Western-style bed.

Now, he had to switch to a Japanese-style futon laid out on the tatami mats, so he was just a little unaccustomed to it at first.

"That's right, it's just like that."

Convinced of his own reasoning, Shirou decided to get up.

He threw off the covers and then—saw a shocking sight.

It wasn't a wet dream... what were you thinking?

And certainly not a morning erection!

The red-haired boy saw a crimson mark appear on the back of his right hand.

This was probably the rumored Command Spells.

--Shirou Amamiya had been chosen by the Holy Grail as a Master for the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Volume 1, Chapter 026: As Everyone Knows, Saber is the Strongest

"Why was I chosen as a Master for the Holy Grail War?"

Shirou was confused.

He had no wish he wanted to convey to the Holy Grail, nor did he intend to enter that damp and dense "whirlpool" that sounded so unappealing.

However, the Command Spells on the back of his hand spoke of the undeniable fact that he had been chosen by the Holy Grail.

Shirou took out his little yellow duck. "Hey, Makiri, wake up, there's been a situation."

An unpleasant, sticky sound echoed in the Japanese-style room.

"Although it's a bit late, as expected... I knew you would definitely be chosen by the Holy Grail.

As the creator of the Command Spells, I can say this with certainty, and I won't be wrong."

"What are you so smug about?" Shirou grumbled. "What's going on? Didn't you say only those with a wish would be chosen?"

The toy yellow duck let out a cold laugh. "Kukuku... Kid, do you really not understand?"

"Stop being so cryptic and just tell me!" Shirou kicked the yellow duck.

"Even with eyes that can perceive the end of all things, you cannot see yourself? How ironic."

Makiri said slowly, "The wish you've entrusted to the Holy Grail, you do have it, you just haven't realized it yet.

Anyone... no, even inhuman monsters, as long as they possess flesh and blood, will inevitably have desires.

No one can escape this, and you're no exception, kid."

"..."

Shirou narrowed his eyes speechlessly.

I have a wish?

That's impossible.

The existence known as "Shirou Amamiya," his goals, his ideals, his beliefs...

All of these things that could be called wishes were already fulfilled the day the Fae Kingdom was built.

After enduring countless hardships and battles.

From innocent to cold, from gentle to cruel, from compromising to extreme.

At the end of a long journey, Shirou achieved his original ideal.

Even though he wouldn't witness the prosperous, peaceful, eternal Britain with his own eyes, Shirou felt no regrets--

He had the most outstanding, most exceptional successor.

Morgan.

The witch who fought alongside him, the Savior, the Paradise Fae.

Shirou trusted her deeply.

If it were Morgan, she would surely inherit his aspirations... No.

She would surely become a greater king than himself.

During the conquest of Britain, Shirou had become too extreme in the later stages.

He used absolute power to suppress enemies who refused to submit, spreading terror to make the Fae fear and obey him.

But after peace was restored, the power of terror was no longer needed.

Marked by the death of the tyrant, Fae Knight Arthur, Britain would usher in a new system.