Artoria took the plate from Gilgamesh and walked over to Shirou. "Where should I sit? This spot looks good. Here, then?"
"(⊙o⊙)... Whatever you say." Shirou sat down and scooped up some rice while Artoria stood beside him.
"How does it taste?"
"Very good."
Shirou ate quietly, finishing his meal in no time. Soon, he turned around, making Artoria tense up all over.
"Saber, when are you coming home? Can you come back today? It's been so long since I last cooked for you that I'm starting to feel unaccustomed to it."
Artoria straightened her back, worried he might ask why there was no money in the account. She still had not saved up enough to replace it. Although Luviagelita's commission was generous, her spending was not low either.
If she had not eaten so much, she would not have ended up working this hard, even becoming Luviagelita's mercenary.
"Today... probably not. Tomorrow. Luviagelita hired me, and I can't leak any information to you. Not even if there's any possibility of it, so I have to stay at Luviagelita's house. Sorry."
Shirou smiled. "Then I should prepare tomorrow night's dinner. Is there anything you want to eat? How about ribs and steak? And soup—what would you like to drink?"
Artoria lowered her head, her face red.
"Whatever you make, I'll like it."
"Then it's settled. Make sure you come home tomorrow."
Nearby, Iskandar could not help stroking his chin, letting out a sigh of relief. "Is this what they mean by one thing subduing another? Even the legendary King of Knights has no way around a boy sometimes."
"Rider, will it kill you to say less?" Lord El-Melloi II tugged at Rider's sleeve. Seeing that Artoria did not react, he finally relaxed.
"Shirou, where's the steak you were going to