Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Seeing Saber and his Master in high spirits, Shirou emerged wearing a chef's hat, carrying out the dishes.

Glancing at the food in his hands, Shirou went back into the kitchen and brought out another plate.

White rice floated atop thick, milky broth, making Gord stare longingly.

"Assassin, what is this?"

"This is an Eastern-style breakfast—rice porridge."

"Then, what about that?" Gord pointed with a trembling finger at the golden, oil-slicked strips beside it.

"That isn't something you should be eating."

"N-No way, right?"

"This is health management."

Chapter 27: Aerial Fortress?

Caules rubbed his hair as he looked at the academic paper he had been writing for so long. It was finally nearing completion, and he could not help feeling a little relieved.

He was not a genius. Unlike his sister, whose aptitude for magecraft was good enough to make others jealous, he found writing this kind of paper exceptionally difficult. Still, it was rather absurd when he thought about it. He was already participating in the Holy Grail War, so why was he still doing this kind of work?

Caules rose to his feet and stretched. His entire body felt limp, as though it had been corroded by carbonic acid.

"..." Berserker let out a meaningless cry, but Caules somehow felt that she was happy. Perhaps she was pleased just like he was?

"Berserker, stay in my room for now, all right?" Caules instructed. "I'm going to pour myself a cup of coffee. Do you want some?"

"Mm, mm!" Berserker nodded.

Caules then opened the door, preparing to make two cups of coffee.

Watching his Master walk away, Berserker could not help feeling that her Master was terribly careless. Unlike other magi who struggled with technological products, he could still use some of them, but he was a