Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

After all, how delicious could the West have at this time?

Even in modern times, there has been little significant progress.

"Lord Caesar, your family background must be quite illustrious, right?"

Artoria looked at the golden pot and couldn't help but sigh.

“My family background is very ordinary, nothing special. Also… just call me Caesar, there’s no need to add ‘Your Excellency’.”

Shirou shook his head.

"Yes, Senior Caesar!"

"I'm much younger than you, there's no need to address me like that... whatever, do as you please."

Shirou pondered his exact age and rubbed his temples in slight annoyance.

Physically, he is seven years old.

However, judging from his psychological age, it is clearly not that serious.

Strictly speaking, Artoria, being born in Britain during the Age of Gods, is hundreds of years older than Shirou.

However, calculating it that way is rather strange.

Shirou decided not to dwell on the issue of age.

"I'll try some too..."

Shiro skewered a grilled fish with a bamboo stick.

The taste was indeed quite good, which might also be related to environmental factors.

The etheric magic of the Age of Gods was abundant, which may have made natural creatures of higher quality.

However, since he had already eaten dinner, Shirou didn't eat much.

Shirou looked up at the azure sky and the sun still hanging high in the center, feeling somewhat dazed.

The boundaries of time have become somewhat blurred.

"It's a pity there aren't enough spices. If more spices were added, the flavor would probably be even better."

Shirou sighed.

"Mmm... This... Mmm... This is so delicious...! Senior Caesar!!"

Accompanied by intermittent swallowing sounds.

"The alternation of sweet and salty flavors...it's like I could eat it forever."

"This fish gets more and more delicious the more you chew it!"

The girl's heartfelt praise came from beside Shirou.

Salty, sweet, savory, and fragrant flavors—a variety of modern tastes are assaulting uncharted taste buds.

Even after swallowing, the lingering aftertaste seems to still fill the mouth.

In this world... In this world, there can actually be such delicious food!

The blonde girl, who usually ate coarse grains, clumsily held the bamboo skewer Shirou gave her and savored the taste of grilled fish.

The flavors were so rich and wonderful that her pupils seemed to sparkle.

She no longer cared about dining etiquette and quickly devoured the several perch on the grill.

I'm so sorry...

"I think... I'm still a little hungry..."

"senior……"

The petite girl beside him was tilting her head back, her eyes pleading.

The girl tilted her head back, her eyes pleading; she was simply too adorable.

That appearance was so captivating that it felt like your heart would melt along with it.

It was really hard to refuse.

"Then I'll grill a few more for you."

"Thank you, senior!"

Looking at the girl with a happy smile on her face, Shirou couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

In 5th-century Britain, spice cultivation and recipes were not yet systematically developed.

Simply put, apart from salt, there were very few seasonings.

In this era, even nobles and lords probably couldn't enjoy such meticulously prepared delicacies.

"Um, senior... I'd like to eat more..."

In a daze, the girl's voice brushed past my ears once again.

"Ok?"

Shirou looked at the girl beside him, her eyes still moist, pleading with him, but something seemed off.

You're eating way too fast!

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Please Guide Me

Even knowing that this future Knight King has an abyss-like "King's Stomach," witnessing it firsthand is still astonishing.

"Ah... okay."

Shirou then caught a few more perch in the stream.

This time he caught ten at once, each weighing two to three pounds.

After finishing the preparation, he stared intently at the girl's thin lips, intending to see how she would eat.

"Um... senior... I can't eat anymore if you keep staring at me like that..."

Looking at the boy's face so close to hers, Artoria's cheeks flushed slightly, and she seemed a little flustered.

"Can't you even tolerate this much? Didn't you say you wanted to become a qualified knight and gain everyone's recognition?"

Shirou teased mischievously.

“€€€€!”

As if a keyword had been triggered, the girl's ahoge (cowlick) suddenly stood up.

"So... Senior, you originally wanted to train me in this way?"

"Uh……"

"I...I understand!"

"What do you understand?"

"I understand your intentions, senior. I will do my best!"

"what?"

Shirou watched the girl eat the grilled fish bite by bite, and for a moment he was a little confused.

In any case, after the girl responded with those words of self-consolation, it was as if she had broken free of some kind of shackles.

Her shy eating posture was now displayed without any concealment in front of Shirou.

Once you've experienced that first time, every subsequent experience is simply an attempt to cultivate that sense of shame.

In the end, Shirou looked at the empty barbecue grill and felt somewhat ashamed.

Good heavens, the truth behind the fall of Britain has been found.

"You're pretty good..."

"hey-hey……"

The girl, mistaking it for a compliment, giggled sweetly.

"...Hiccup~"

It even let out a burp, making it look even more dazed.

"Ah... Senior, I have never been so satisfied in my life. Even if I die now, I will have no regrets."

The girl rubbed her slightly protruding belly, lay down on the pile of wheat, and looked relieved.

"Don't die yet, I'm still waiting for you to bring this meal back."

After washing the tableware, Shirou stored it inside the Reality Marble.

"What an enviable appetite!"

Shirou also lay down on the pile of wheat.

At this moment, he was only an inch away from the beautiful girl.

Artoria didn't seem to mind.