Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Okay, okay, it's true that being rich is all you can do.

"Could you give me some more cash? I don't have time to sell this stuff."

Shirou sighed and casually accepted the treasure.

"Cash? You mean those worthless pieces of paper?"

Gilgamesh curled his lip in disdain.

"I have no need to collect such worthless things."

"Kiri, you give it to him!"

"Huh? Me?"

Kirei Kotomine paused for a moment, looking somewhat bewildered.

However, seeing the questioning look from that king, Kirei Kotomine obediently took out his wallet.

There was nothing he could do; after all, this was a king whom even his teacher had to bow and scrape before.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

"Here you go, is this enough?"

Shirou licked his lips as he took the stack of banknotes from Kirei Kotomine.

"More or less..."

Forty banknotes, each with a face value of ten thousand, featuring Fukuzawa Yukichi's portrait on the front and a phoenix on the back.

Four hundred thousand yen...

Considering it was 1993, this amount of money was roughly equivalent to a little over a month's salary for an office worker.

Actually, it's not bad at all.

After all, it's just a few hours of companionship fee.

"That's really extravagant."

With these thoughts in mind, Shirou reluctantly continued playing a few more rounds with the King of Heroes.

However, as Gilgamesh suffered consecutive defeats and his expression grew increasingly grim, Shirou deliberately let him win a little.

Otherwise, who knows how long we'd have to play?

Although he ultimately won, Gilgamesh had a furrowed brow.

Being concerned about his image, he was clearly somewhat displeased with this way of winning.

Seeing that Gilgamesh's expression was rather unpleasant, Shirou put down the controller and then suggested:

"I'm a little hungry. Didn't we pass by a Chinese restaurant on our way here? Why don't we go and try it?"

Actually, Shirou was just hungry and wanted to freeload a meal.

In Gilgamesh's time, there weren't nearly as many delicious foods as there are now.

Not to mention the incredibly diverse and complex array of Chinese cuisine.

"Hmph... Fine."

Gilgamesh was indeed somewhat displeased, but ultimately not to the point of getting angry over such a trivial matter.

The main concern is that I feel like Enkidu will laugh at me.

Gilgamesh, who had never tasted Chinese cuisine before, couldn't help but become somewhat interested in what Shirou had mentioned.

And so, under the dim sky, the three of them went together to a Chinese restaurant.

Hongzhou Banquet Hall, Mount Tai.

The glass windows were kept tightly closed even during the day, making it impossible to see guests coming and going.

It's a shopping street dungeon that's so terrifying that just one glance would make you want to run home.

Because it's a weekday, there weren't many people here.

The restaurant was sparsely populated with customers, unlike the bustling, noisy ones.

This slightly quieter environment made people feel much more comfortable.

"Hello, how many guests are there?"

The shop manager here is a petite girl with a bun hairstyle, whose name is "Ba".

Just hearing the name makes it sound incredibly impressive.

He appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, which raised concerns about the legality of the shop's employment practices.

According to the lively female shop manager, she came from Sichuan and settled here.

It seems they have been here for quite some time.

Although Shirou wasn't quite sure how many years she meant by "quite a long time," he felt it was a rather ambiguous timeframe.

"Hmm... I'll start with three servings of Mapo Tofu, and then one spicy fish."

Shirou decided to try the restaurant's signature dishes first.

"Okay, please wait a moment!"

The atmosphere became much quieter after the female manager, whose skirt was even shorter than that of a JK high school girl, entered the kitchen.

Within ten minutes, the first thing served was three servings of Mapo Tofu.

"Please enjoy your meal!"

After placing three porcelain plates on the table, the female shop manager with her hair in a bun lightly trotted back to the kitchen.

Each plate contains a generous amount.

Moreover, just by looking at it, you can already feel the terrifying heat and spiciness.

"This is……"

Kirei Kotomine opened his eyes wide, looking at the dish with some surprise.

As the signature dish here, the manager has clearly put in a lot of effort to present the most authentic flavor.

On the mahogany table, in a pure white porcelain plate, bright red chili oil churned like lava.

That domineering spiciness, mixed with a unique complex aroma, makes your mouth water uncontrollably.

Is this really... food belonging to humankind?

"Well then, I'll begin..."

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Kirei Kotomine picked up the spoon.

Then, from the pure white porcelain plate, he scooped up the only food with a slightly greasy white coating in the bright red chili oil and put it in his mouth.

"Hiss!!"

Scalding hot!

grow numb!

Spicy!

My tongue, lips, and mouth were burning hot.

Moreover, there's no way to spit it out immediately; it can only be left to tumble freely in your mouth.

"What...is this!?"

Kirei Kotomine's pupils contracted, staring blankly at the delicious food on the porcelain plate.

"Isn't this just Mapo Tofu..."

Shirou said, somewhat speechless.

Even people who have never tasted Chinese cuisine will have heard of it to some extent.

But Kirei Kotomine was completely unaware of this.

"Due to some special reasons, I am rarely active in the world of ordinary people..."

Realizing he had lost his composure, Kirei Kotomine's expression gradually returned to calm.

But when he saw the Mapo Tofu on the white porcelain plate in front of him, his eyes still showed an undisguised fervor.

Only such an intense flavor could make someone like Kirei Kotomine feel his heart pounding.

"This is the first time I've ever encountered food like this."

"I never imagined that such beautiful things existed in this world..."

Kirei Kotomine murmured to himself as he looked at the still steaming, bubbling Mapo Tofu.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: I Am Still the King of the World!

Kirei Kotomine was born with a personality defect.

They can't even understand what ordinary people consider beautiful.