Dating Caster

Watching the back of Rider, who was wearing a Grand Strategy T-shirt, as he walked away, Wang Xiaoming, leading Little Shirou, suddenly muttered a sentence.

Spirit form is one of the methods Servants use for reconnaissance. Compared to appearing in the physical world in a corporeal body, a Servant in spirit form finds it easier to conceal their presence and saves more magical energy.

The only Servant who could appear by Wang Xiaoming's side right now was Medea, who had been forced into an invitation but was unwilling to manifest.

"Mister, it seems like Teacher Medea doesn't want to talk to you."

As the Master of Caster, although Medea did not draw magical energy from Shirou, due to the existence of the Command Spell, Shirou could vaguely sense some of her emotions.

"She's probably a bit angry."

Wang Xiaoming patted his head and said helplessly.

Come to think of it, when he invited Medea earlier, she had also seemed quite reluctant.

"Mister, where are we going next?"

At his current age, Shirou couldn't understand the affairs of these two adults. After nodding blankly, his attention shifted to their upcoming itinerary.

"We're going to—wait a second!"

Scanning the surrounding shops, Wang Xiaoming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he led Shirou into a clothing store.

"Welcome~"

Seeing Wang Xiaoming walk in, a sales clerk approached and greeted him eagerly.

Looking at the dazzling array of women's clothing around him, Wang Xiaoming, already feeling overwhelmed, simply asked the clerk directly:

"Excuse me, could you recommend a few styles of women's clothing suitable for this height?"

Wang Xiaoming gestured toward his own shoulder.

That was Medea's height.

"Are you buying a gift for your wife, sir?"

Seeing Little Shirou by Wang Xiaoming's side, the clerk revealed a knowing smile.

"..."

The expression on Wang Xiaoming's face stiffened instantly.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming's complexion looked a bit off, the clerk felt a little strange.

Could there be trouble in their marriage?

"It's nothing... nothing at all..."

Coming back to his senses, Wang Xiaoming waved his hands hurriedly.

That chill behind his back just a moment ago...

It must have been an illusion, right?

It definitely was.

Regardless of whether it was or not, he should change the subject first.

"Do you have any clothing suitable for a more intellectual type of woman?"

"We do."

The clerk took a set of clothes from the side and handed them to Wang Xiaoming, introducing them:

"This is a new arrival for this autumn and winter, and it's a more mature style. It should be quite suitable for your wife."

"..."

Should he clarify?

"Then, sir, would you like to take a look at this one?"

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's hesitant expression, the clerk, thinking he was dissatisfied with the clothes, brought out another set.

"This one is a bit more fashionable than the last. I think your wife would be satisfied with this, don't you?"

He felt like it was getting even colder than before...

"Forget it, I'll just take a look myself."

Wang Xiaoming politely declined the clerk's kindness. If this continued, he was afraid he would freeze to death.

The scale of this shop wasn't small, and Wang Xiaoming hadn't even finished looking through half of it after a long while.

Wang Xiaoming's attention was caught by a piece of clothing at the corner; the bright yellow coat looked very eye-catching to him.

Just as he prepared to reach out and pick up the garment to take a look, the familiar chill struck again.

It made Wang Xiaoming instinctively pull his hand back.

The chill immediately receded, as if it had never appeared at all.

Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment, then reached out his hand again.

He pulled his hand away—

Nothing.

"..."

Wang Xiaoming felt as if he had understood something.

The situation that followed was...

Wang Xiaoming selected a piece of clothing.

Shake, shake, shake—

The next one.

Selected a piece of clothing.

Shake, shake, shake—

The next one.

This repeated five or six times.

Wang Xiaoming picked up a lake-blue long dress. The dress itself had no decorations and looked unexpectedly plain.

Yet, this dress, which Wang Xiaoming thought had no highlights, was suddenly taken from his hand by a slender, jade-like hand reaching out from his side.

"Good eye."

Leaving behind this sentence, Medea walked toward the fitting room, leaving Wang Xiaoming staring blankly at her back.

Swish—

The door to the fitting room was pulled open. Hearing the sound, Wang Xiaoming, who had been waiting outside, stood up as well.

"Uh..."

Seeing Medea walk out of the fitting room, Wang Xiaoming was instantly rendered speechless.

Against the backdrop of Medea's figure, this lake-blue long dress outlined her undulating curves to perfection. Even though the surface of the dress had no decorations, it was impossible to look away from it. At the same time, the simple style of the garment made Medea's appearance look even more elegant and ethereal.

Her long, smooth blue hair draped behind her, with a braid tied behind her left ear, revealing a hint of playfulness amidst her originally mature style.

"Does it look good?"

Medea walked up to Wang Xiaoming and asked, gazing at him with her blue pupils that matched her hair color.

"...It looks good."

Wang Xiaoming struggled for a long time trying to find a string of flowery words to praise Medea, but in the end, he only managed to squeeze out these two words.

"Pfft—"

Seeing Wang Xiaoming like this, Medea really couldn't hold it in, and a smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth.

This smile added even more points to her elven-like beauty, and it also left Wang Xiaoming dazed.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming staring at her in a trance, Medea rolled her eyes at him.

"Ahem—I'll go pay the bill."

Wang Xiaoming only then realized his loss of composure. After coughing a few times, he hurried toward the checkout counter.

"Silly."

Watching the speed at which Wang Xiaoming was practically fleeing, Medea said with a smile.

The interaction between the two also made Shirou, who was standing to the side, cover his mouth and giggle.

After paying the bill, Medea held Shirou's hand and walked in front, while Wang Xiaoming, carrying the clothes, followed behind. The three of them walked out of the clothing store together, making the sales clerks in the store envious of this "family of three."

"Since we're finally out, why don't we stroll around outside for a bit?"

After walking out of the clothing store, Wang Xiaoming suggested.

"Okay~" Shirou raised both hands in agreement.

"Hmm." Medea thought for a moment and didn't bring up anything that would spoil the mood.

As for why Medea didn't return to her spirit form, who would bring up such a buzzkill question at a time like this?

The three of them strolled for the entire afternoon.

After finishing dinner outside, Wang Xiaoming, carrying large and small bags, brought Shirou back to the hotel. Just as they reached the hotel entrance, they saw a crowd of panicked people rushing out of the hotel.

Even Wang Xiaoming and his group were blocked outside the hotel.

"Excuse me, are you guests of the hotel or travelers looking to check in?"

A hotel waiter stopped Wang Xiaoming's group.

"We are guests."

Wang Xiaoming took out his room card to indicate his identity.

"You are Mr. Wang Xiaoming..."

The waiter pulled out the guest list and found Wang Xiaoming's name according to the room card, then looked up and said to him, "The hotel has been subjected to arson. For the safety of our guests, the hotel is currently off-limits to everyone."

Upon hearing the waiter's words, Wang Xiaoming slapped his forehead and cursed under his breath; he had completely forgotten about this.

Wang Xiaoming immediately asked the waiter:

"Could I borrow the hotel's switchboard to make a phone call?"

My condition has been a bit poor lately, Orz.

Also, thanks to [Beigao] for the tip.

Chapter 28. Explosion

The cool night breeze blew through Fuyuki City, but it could not disperse the panic in the hearts of the guests who had frequented the Hyatt Hotel.

The recent arson alarm had left these guests, who had fled from their rooms to the first floor to await relocation, still shaken. The hotel staff were also doing their best to soothe the guests amidst the crowd.

Guests were continuously being evacuated through the security doors, but one black-clad figure stood out in the flow of people. The surrounding crowd seemed to subconsciously avoid the area where this person was, making it easy for him to reach the hotel entrance.

"Is that him?"

Standing on the roof of a building opposite the hotel, Wang Xiaoming and Medea, who were observing the situation at the hotel through magecraft, naturally noticed this person's anomaly.

Upon hearing the hotel security staff mention the arson case, Medea had followed Wang Xiaoming's suggestion, and the group did not linger, moving directly to this location.

"It is him, the culprit behind this arson, and also the Master of Saber."

Seeing the cold man in the black trench coat through the magecraft and comparing him to his memories, Wang Xiaoming recognized the man's identity at a glance: the Mage Killer—Emiya Kiritsugu.

"But his strength shouldn't be greater than Kayneth's, so why did you make Kayneth abandon his position?"