Shirou Emiya and Xiang An wandered through Fuyuki City like a pair of headless flies. After searching for ages, they still had no idea where to rest. They were just chatting as they walked.
"Are we not there yet, kid?"
Xiang An looked helplessly at Shirou Emiya walking beside him.
Was this kid not very bright?
"Um... sorry, Mr. Xiang An. I'm used to cooking at home, so I don't really know where there are good restaurants outside, so..."
This was truly a gap in his knowledge.
"Then let me pick. I saw what looked like a Chinese restaurant at the intersection back there. How about we go there?"
"Being in a foreign land like this, I can't help missing the taste of home."
"Though my sister-in-law does cook for me."
Xiang An made a suggestion.
"Ah, then let's go there."
Shirou Emiya took out his wallet, glanced at the remaining balance inside, and swallowed.
It should be fine.
"Excuse us."
As he entered the Chinese restaurant, Shirou Emiya looked around—and froze.
The person sitting inside was also stunned, before breaking into a smile.
"What a coincidence, Shirou Emiya. I never expected that after parting last night, we would meet here again today."
The man sitting there was named—
Kirei Kotomine.
"Mr. Kotomine... you're here too."
"Yo! Father, you don't mind if we share a table, do you?"
Xiang An, walking behind Shirou Emiya, also greeted Kirei Kotomine with a smile.
"Of course I don't mind, though I've already ordered."
Kirei Kotomine merely smiled and readily agreed.
"Mr. Kotomine, do you come to this restaurant often?"
After sitting across from Kirei Kotomine, Shirou Emiya asked curiously.
What interested him more, however, was what kind of dishes a composed priest like Kirei Kotomine would come here to eat.
"I've been coming