Tokiomi even suspected that Shirou had gotten his magecraft wrong. He had actually brought oranges himself; the spell he used was teleportation.
"Please sit, ma'am. The oranges I projected are delicious." Shirou forcibly pulled Aoi back again and only let her go after watching her peel an orange, eat some, and reveal a pleasantly surprised expression.
Normally, Tokiomi would have been eager to exchange notes with and recruit a magus whose Projection Magic was this powerful. But at this moment, he truly did not want to say a word. He even wanted to call the police.
"Come to think of it, your Projection Magic is truly impressive."
Facing his future father-in-law, Shirou did not dare act rashly. He cupped his hands.
"I only know a little, only a little."
Tokiomi cursed inwardly.
Only know a little?
If he had Projection Magic at that level, give him three years and he could reach the rank of Grand.
But he did not.
"It is good for young people to be modest, but do not be overly modest. You must come from some great magecraft family, surely?"
After seeing this level of magecraft, Tokiomi had long understood that if Shirou truly fought him, he would have absolutely no chance of winning. Projection Magic at this level was simply too powerful.
And those solid abs and muscular arms told him that even in hand-to-hand combat, victory would be impossible.
He still planned to remember Shirou's name and have the Magus Killer assassinate this powerful magus.
"I am not from some great magecraft family. I come from a small family. Come to think of it, I still have not introduced myself. My name is Shirou Emiya."
Tokiomi was utterly shocked.
"What? Your surname is Emiya?"
Chapter 9: Sakura, My Wife! (Just Kidding!)
"What? Your surname