Gathered together (expanded to 5,300 words)

"In the old days, we could only hold banquets this lavish for Christmas Mass."

Napoleon lifted his wineglass and gently swirled it. A fresh breeze and a fragrance reminiscent of flowers greeted him:

"No, none of the court banquets I ever attended could compare to this."

"I heard Shirou Emiya made all of this. These dishes are so delicious, they practically belong to another world!" Charlemagne said.

"And I've never seen over half the ingredients before. Their textures are strange, too. What exactly are these?"

"Hahaha, why worry about that?" The King of Conquerors heartily slapped Lord El-Melloi II on the back. The heavy thump caught him off guard and sent him stumbling.

"Eating them hasn't just restored my magical energy. I even feel a little stronger overall. I don't know how long it'll last, but there's definitely a beneficial effect."

"You and the Master should eat more! You can't go around looking as if a stiff breeze would blow you over!"

"Hey, red bowman over there! Why not consider joining my army? We can negotiate your compensation!"

Charlemagne raised an eyebrow. "You're not exactly subtle about what you're after."

In a sense, both the strength and the culinary prowess displayed by this Worldline's Shirou Emiya suggested that EMIYA might have corresponding room for growth.

Provided he could find the right approach.

Two trails of tears ran down Ritsuka Fujimaru's face. A moment ago, in a daze, she had seen a curtain of lead-gray rain while she sat inside a warm wooden cabin, gazing out the window in utter tranquility...

"What was that?"

She stared blankly at the cutlet on the white porcelain plate in her hand. Its crisp coating was icy cold, yet the meat inside still steamed. Beside it lay a sprinkling of white powder that resembled ice