In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

[That is, doing the housework for the Tohsaka family—you think this is a Servant's duty.]

In the Tohsaka family's kitchen.

"Can you really do it?" Zenjo Aoi asked Ian with a worried look on her face.

"Please rest assured, Mrs. Aoi," Ian responded politely to her question.

"Although... I am just a Servant."

"But I still know how to handle cooking."

"Besides -"

Ian glanced at Vivian beside him and waved:

"Mrs. Aoi, isn't Sakura's teacher here too?"

"With her here... you can finally rest assured, right?"

"..."

Zenjou Aoi first glanced at Ian, then looked at Vivian and gave her a kind smile.

"ok, I get it."

"Then... I'll leave it to you two."

The kitchen returned to silence.

Only Ian and Vivian remained, gazing at the dazzling array of ingredients on the counter.

These were all things that Zenjou Aoi personally bought—after all, her daughter Tohsaka Sakura had returned to the country, and she had to celebrate.

And Ian was indeed not lying.

Although he didn't know the reason, he knew how to handle these ingredients as if it were instinct.

"I never expected that you would come to help, Ms. Vivian."

Ian chatted with Vivian while chopping things with a kitchen knife.

"They can teach and educate students, and they can also work in the kitchen."

"Teacher Vivian, whoever marries you will be very happy, right?"

"..."

"..."

"Teacher Vivian, what's with that expression?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Vivian turned her face away and muttered in a low voice.

"that--"

"Actually, I can't cook."

"..."

You know Vivian wasn't joking—because she looked quite embarrassed.

But you actually feel a strange sense of joy.

[Because it means that even though she knows she can't do it, she still chose to go into the kitchen with you.]

For some reason, you really like this feeling.

[Although it is indeed somewhat inexplicable.]

Vivian was not lying.

She's a genius witch, but she really doesn't know how to cook.

Even when she was at the Clock Tower, Vivian never tried to do it herself.

The reason for this result is actually quite simple.

That is, as a former princess of Britain, she didn't need to do such things herself.

His own servants...

No.

To be more precise, Ian would arrange all these things for himself.

It wasn't until the man picked up the kitchen knife that Vivian suddenly realized that she didn't actually know him as well as she had imagined.

She ignored many things about him.

That must be why he forgot about it as if it were revenge, right?

Thinking about this, Vivian couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke:

"Feel sorry."

"Ian, have I caused you trouble?"

“No, that’s not true.” Ian smiled slightly. “How could Teacher Vivian possibly cause me any trouble?”

"only--"

"I didn't expect you couldn't cook, but you still followed me in."

"Teacher Vivian, would you like to go outside and wait a bit?" Ian looked towards the kitchen doorway. "You and Sakura can chat for a while. I can handle this by myself."

Upon hearing the name "Sakura," Vivian's expression immediately turned serious.

But she quickly composed herself, put on a smile, and shook her head.

"No, I'm not going out."

"Anyway, I can't cook... so I might as well take this opportunity to learn."

"besides--"

Vivian looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar man beside her, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"You don't need to call me 'teacher' in any special way."

"Just call me Vivian."

“…I understand.” Ian nodded. “Vivian, let’s begin.”

It must be said that although the witch knows nothing about cooking, her ability to imitate is actually quite good.

Or rather—

She knows how to turn the unknown into the known.

Chopping vegetables is the process of separating the raw materials after you have collected them.

Seasoning refers to the auxiliary agents that you choose to add when preparing herbs;

Cooking is the stage where you bring everything together.

Everything, in fact, follows the same logic.

With this mindset, Vivian ultimately achieved—a failure.

Manufacturing tools is simply manufacturing tools.

Cooking is just cooking.

If you assume that you're going to connect them, nothing good will happen.

Vivian was quite embarrassed by the mess in the kitchen and the final dish of blackened ingredients.

She actually wanted to show off her skills in front of him, to prove to him, in some way, that she could be a good wife.

But the current outcome seems to have had the opposite effect.

“Ian, I…”

Vivian hesitated, but Ian spoke first gently.

"It's okay, I expected this to happen."

"You don't need to feel guilty or anything—because learning to cook is not easy in itself."

"Leave the rest to me. I'll teach you how to cook another time when there's an opportunity."

"Now... we still need to get dinner ready."

"Well...I see."

After the conversation, Ian cleaned up the mess Vivian had made, and then started cooking again.

Knowing she couldn't do this job, Vivian no longer wanted to show off.

The witch quietly began to assist him—this was the first time in her life that she had acted as someone else's assistant.

This actually goes against Vivian's proud bottom line.

But at this moment, she didn't feel ashamed at all; on the contrary, she was extremely happy.

Being with him in this kitchen, filled with the smell of cooking oil, can bring me such joy.

Is happiness really such a simple thing?

What was I pursuing all along?

After an unknown amount of time, Ian's call brought Vivian back to reality from her daze.

The man, who had prepared all the dishes, looked at her with a slightly worried expression.

"Vivian, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

Vivian forced a smile.

"I'm just a little disappointed that my cooking skills are not good enough to help you."

"correct--"