Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Jeanne d'Arc looked at Rider, then awkwardly at Shirou. "Assassin, why did you bring someone along?"

"He wouldn't stop following me. What could I do? But Rider, you can keep a secret, right?" Shirou asked amiably.

"Of course I can!" Rider declared confidently.

Jeanne d'Arc hesitated before saying, "Rider has Reason Evaporation. Even though it's only Rank D, he still can't keep any secrets..."

Shirou set the soup on the table and looked at Rider again.

"Really, really, I'll keep the secret!" Rider immediately stiffened up, chest out, head high, eyes straight ahead.

"There's food? It's all soup? This little probably won't be enough," Jeanne d'Arc said, looking troubledly at the soup on the table.

"You haven't eaten yet? I thought you already had. But it's fine—we have ingredients here." Shirou looked at Rider.

"His skin looks so tender. A whole roasted Rider would probably taste pretty good."

The homunculus widened her eyes and slipped perfectly into Shirou's words. "People can be eaten too? Does it taste good?"

"It tastes great." Shirou licked his lips. "It'd be one of the best dishes in the world."

Rider trembled, his gaze turning pitiful. "Ruler, save me!"

Ruler shook her head. "Rider probably shouldn't be eaten, right?"

"It's delicious, really." Shirou spoke with absolute conviction as he poured some soup into a bowl. "You'll know once you try it."

"Really?" Even Jeanne d'Arc was tempted, and her gaze could not help but drift toward Rider.

Rider despaired. Had he fallen into a den of thieves?

"Don't worry, Ruler. There's plenty of soup and plenty of meat. We definitely won't let you go hungry."

Rider finally let out a sigh of relief. So it had been a joke?

Shirou sat beside the bed and blew on the spoonful of soup. Once it seemed about