Sword Shadow Emiya

"Shirou Emiya," Saber hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

In the Emiya Estate of a parallel world, its original owner had already been "invited" by Su Lin to the Dimensional Corridor. Fortunately, there were still plenty of ingredients and seasonings in the refrigerator.

He simply prepared some Western food, Chinese dishes, and a vegetable salad. Tonight's meal was relatively lavish.

"Ask what... gulp." Saber bit down on her chopsticks, looking slightly puzzled.

"I don't have anything I need to ask Shirou about. Ah, right, the shredded pork with green peppers tonight didn't use ordinary meat, did it? What was that? The texture was quite good, and after eating it, I felt like I had gained a temporary layer of defense."

"It was made with Northern Wasteland Iron Bull. No, that's not what I meant." Shirou Emiya suddenly realized he was not talking about the food and corrected himself.

"I mean, everything we're doing now, and the fact that you're standing with us. Is that really okay?"

"Mmm, of course it's fine." Saber nodded, swallowed everything in her bowl in one bite, then took a moment to catch her breath before speaking.

"Gulp."

"I'm Shirou's Servant, so naturally I'll stand on Shirou's side, no matter who the enemy is."

"Besides, didn't we make that vow when we formed our contract? Your will is the direction of my sword."

Ding—

"Is that so?" Shirou Emiya smiled and stood up, bringing the freshly cooked rice from the Rice Cooker to the table.

Although there was no longer any need to worry about magical energy, Saber's stats had already reached a terrifying level under the blessings from all sorts of sources. Still, she never skipped her five daily meals—breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper.

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