Dating Caster

It seemed that Kayneth's side must have some sort of information channel.

A glimmer of what could be called contemplation flashed in the eyes of the man named Emiya Kiritsugu.

PS: The plot is already halfway through, I can't just keep the protagonist behind the scenes like this, haha.

After all, none of the participants in this war are fools.

Chapter 45. Household Registration

"Ugh..."

Opening his eyes in a daze, it took a moment for Wang Xiaoming to realize where he was. As he tried to get up, he suddenly heard a rustling sound beside him.

A familiar trench coat had fallen off the side of the sofa.

"..."

Picking up the coat from the floor and returning to his own room next door, Wang Xiaoming found Shirou in the living room practicing the morning lessons Medea had assigned him.

"Old man, where did you run off to last night?"

Seeing Wang Xiaoming walk in from the doorway, Shirou stopped his magecraft practice and asked.

"You just woke up too late and didn't see me leave."

Wang Xiaoming felt no psychological pressure lying to Shirou, and ignoring his disappointed expression, he asked:

"Where is Medea?"

"Teacher Medea has been in her room and hasn't come out."

Knock, knock, knock—

Just as the two were talking, a knock sounded at the door. Upon opening it, they found Kariya standing outside.

"Kariya, you're looking good today."

Seeing Kariya, whose demeanor was almost the complete opposite of yesterday's, Wang Xiaoming said with a smile.

"Yes, thank you for your concern."

Kariya smiled back at Wang Xiaoming to express his gratitude, then stated his purpose: "Breakfast is ready, you can just head down to eat."

"Alright, we'll be down in a moment."

Watching Kariya's retreating back, a strange thought rose in Wang Xiaoming's mind:

A flash in the pan?

I hope not...

After seeing Kariya off, Wang Xiaoming went to Medea's door and knocked.

"What is it?"

Medea opened the door and looked at Wang Xiaoming with an expressionless face.

"Uh... breakfast, and... thanks for the clothes."

Wang Xiaoming held up the coat in his hand.

"Understood."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door closed again, and Medea's voice came from inside.

Looking at the cold door in front of him, Wang Xiaoming rubbed his nose. This attitude...

It should be considered an acknowledgement, right?

Beside him, Shirou was trying his best not to laugh out loud.

"Eh, what's wrong, Shirou? Is the food not to your liking?"

In the dining room of the Matou House, since Kayneth refused to come downstairs, only the two families were gathered around the table. Kariya asked, looking at the sullen Shirou, while Sakura beside him also cast an inquisitive glance.

"Ahem!" Someone suddenly coughed a few times.

"No, nothing!"

After hearing Wang Xiaoming's [warning], Shirou flashed a big smile at everyone, though that smile looked forced no matter how one viewed it.

Watching the interaction between this "father and son" pair, everyone nearby chuckled softly.

After breakfast, Wang Xiaoming found Kariya.

"Leave Shirou for me to take care of for a day? Of course, that's fine."

After hearing Wang Xiaoming state his intention, Kariya was slightly surprised but nodded in agreement. However, seeing the look of relief on Wang Xiaoming's face, Kariya couldn't help but gossip a little: "What are you planning to do?"

"Going out for a trip."

Wang Xiaoming's gaze involuntarily drifted toward Medea, who was still sitting at the table.

Kariya's eyes darted back and forth between Wang Xiaoming and Medea, and he suddenly realized what was going on.

"Just going out to take care of some business."

Seeing Kariya's expression, Wang Xiaoming answered with a hint of awkwardness.

"Mm, just leave Shirou to me."

Kariya nodded, indicating that looking after Shirou would be no problem at all.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Watching Wang Xiaoming's departing figure, a meaningful smile tugged at the corners of Kariya's mouth.

"Youth, huh~ I'm so envious--"

"Mr. Wang, please sign here."

A staff member in uniform handed Wang Xiaoming a document.

Wang Xiaoming did as he was told, signed his name, and handed the document back to the staff member to be sealed.

"Thank you for your contribution to Fuyuki City."

Although the tone was strictly professional, the sincerity in the staff member's eyes was clearly visible. While the details following the capture of Ryunosuke had not been made public, as a member of the police department, the staff member was somewhat aware of the situation.

That's right, Wang Xiaoming was currently at the Fuyuki City police station, and as for the reason—

"This is the reward for helping us capture that murderer, along with some additional financial compensation provided privately by our department."

As he spoke, the staff member handed over a card.

Taking the card, Wang Xiaoming smiled at the staff member: "Please rest assured, I won't go around talking about this."

As a reporter, Wang Xiaoming was quite clear on how these things worked; in a situation like this, as long as you quietly accept the card and keep your mouth shut, everything will be fine.

"This is the child's household registration certificate; it has now been transferred to your name."

Hearing this, the staff member handed over another file folder.

"Sorry for the trouble, we'll be taking our leave now."

Wang Xiaoming stood up and gave a slight bow to the staff member.

After watching Wang Xiaoming and the woman beside him walk out of the office, the staff member fell silent for a moment before picking up the internal phone and dialing a number.

"...Have they left?"

Once the call connected, a low voice came from the other end.

"Yes, they have left."

The staff member holding the phone spoke in a very respectful tone.

"How did he behave?" the voice asked again.

"Very calm, he didn't ask about things he shouldn't have."

"Heh—" A soft chuckle reached the staff member's ears, and the voice continued: "For a reporter, he certainly understands how things work."

The tone of the voice then gradually turned stern: "Since this matter is resolved, the issue regarding that murderer should also be put on the agenda!"

The staff member felt a slight tremor in his heart upon hearing this, and he replied solemnly: "Understood, Chief!"

"Alright, if there's nothing else, hang up."

There was a hint of exhaustion in the Chief's tone; it seemed he had spent quite a bit of effort on the Ryunosuke affair.

The staff member suddenly thought of something and cautiously brought it up:

"Chief, there is one more thing..."

"Speak—"

"The Tohsaka family seems to be trying to inquire about this person."

"...Forget it."

After a moment of silence, the Chief said: "At the end of the day, this person helped us, and there is no need for us to make things difficult for him. Besides—"

A cold snort suddenly rang out:

"Our police department has no obligation to cooperate with these so-called noble families!"

"Hey~ shoo~"

Stepping out of the police station, Wang Xiaoming stretched his back in the warm early winter sun. With Shirou's household registration settled, a weight had finally been lifted from his heart.

"If the matter is resolved, let's head back."

Medea's voice sounded in Wang Xiaoming's ear. She did not like the atmosphere of the police station and had not said a single word since they arrived.

"No rush."

Wang Xiaoming had already entered a state of having money in his pocket and peace in his mind:

"It's still early, why don't we stroll around the city first."

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The gods gifted me a sword, commanding me to walk the world and uphold justice.

What is justice?

My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror; everything I do is justice!

Read as justice, written as recklessness.

You think I'm a Saber? Actually, I'm a Berserker!

Focusing on the daily and extraordinary life in a crossover anime world, the protagonist has sound values, and the writing is quite good.

Thanks to the great Kuxiao~

"Why don't we head into the city and look around first?"

Wang Xiaoming's suggestion was met with a suspicious look from Medea.

It seemed that after spending last night together, their interactions felt much more natural than before. Seeing the look in Medea's eyes, Wang Xiaoming "protested":

"I am very sincerely inviting Miss Medea to go out with me."

Medea gave a soft huff: "Who knows what kind of bad intentions you're hiding."

"Come on, how would I dare to harbor any bad intentions toward you?" Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but plead his case.

"So you're saying I'm not charming enough?"

Hearing this, as if dissatisfied with Wang Xiaoming's answer, Medea suddenly leaned in close to him, her tone filled with feigned displeasure. But the curve she couldn't suppress at the corner of her mouth betrayed her mischievous nature at that moment.