To become a king and a magician

like?

"Master, your...your liking is..."

"Well, it's the same as how I like Merry and the others. After all, you're beautiful and cute, and you're usually a gentle Yamato Nadeshiko-like girl. You're also cool and stylish when you fight. It would be strange if I didn't like you."

Pretty? Cute? Cool? Handsome?

(Is this really about me?!)

“It’s not just for Souji, it’s the same for Ria. I like Ria a lot too. That’s why I care about you guys as you said—although it’s not that simple, but that’s 99% of the reason. You can understand it that way.”

"To put it dramatically—I want Souji to be my wife."

(Even if you say that, Master...)

The overly direct confession left Okita Souji feeling like a computer that had been overloaded with information, her brain on the verge of crashing. For ten years, Okita Souji had only ever seen Natsukawa Torata as her Master, and now her Master was telling her he harbored ill intentions towards her? And in such a refreshing tone...

They have an attitude of being utterly despicable, like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. More than half of the people in Camelot Apartments are already Masters. If he still can't let go of that now, then he really can only be described as too dense.

"Master, Master..."

After blushing for a while, Okita Souji stammered and spoke again: "No, thank you so much for your love and affection for me, but please give me some more time. I have never experienced anything like this before, and I... please allow me to temporarily refrain from answering my Master's questions about love!"

"Okay, fine, I don't mind."

Natsukawa Tora nodded and said, "Thinking about it carefully, now is indeed not the time to talk about this kind of thing. I just went along with what you said and said it directly... Anyway, Souji, you don't need to take it too seriously. You can reply after everything is over. Anyway, I have more time than I can use. You can think about it seriously for a thousand years without any problem."

"Yes... I am very grateful for Master's understanding."

"Then I'll go down first. Even though I can't sleep, it'll be good to close my eyes for a bit. Souji, you should come back and rest in a while too, otherwise it might affect tomorrow's battle."

"I understand."

After saying that, Okita Souji finally breathed a sigh of relief, but even so, she could still feel her heart pounding wildly. Being confessed to by someone was something she had never experienced before, even in her previous life. This was truly her first time.

Honestly, she really didn't know how to deal with it. Few of the people she knew knew anything about this, and she couldn't contact any of them...

"By the way, maybe it's possible over there."

Because he had been living in Avalon, Okita Souji had some interaction with the nightmare living there. Before responding to the summons, the nightmare said that it could provide assistance at any time if needed.

Thinking of this, Okita Souji immediately called out softly, "Lord Umebayashi, can you hear me? I have some questions for you."

.......

at the same time.

Merlin, who was busy comforting Artoria and the others in Avalon, broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this sudden call.

(Oh dear, Lia hasn't finished dealing with this and another one has arrived... Occasionally, these kinds of incidents happen due to inappropriate livestream content.)

(Hmm, I'll ask Mr. Natsukawa for a consultation fee later.)

(Speaking of which, should I create a new section for Magical Merry's blog?!)

82. Wang Cai, the all-purpose wallet for home and travel

The next day, early in the morning.

Opening her eyes after a sleepless night, Natsukawa Tiger sat up from her futon and found that there was no one else in the room besides her.

He only booked one room when he booked the hotel, so Angelica slept with him last night, except for Okita Souji who was on night watch. However, now there was only a neatly folded quilt next to him, and he could not see her.

(Down here... in the kitchen? Is Souji here too? Is he making breakfast?)

The clock on the wall showed 8:30 in the morning. Although Natsukawa Tora did not intentionally open his eyes at this time, but just opened them naturally when he felt like it, the time was still not bad.

After changing into the clothes draped over the chair and leaving the room, Natsukawa Tora went straight to the kitchen on the first floor.

Because it is a time of war, there are no other guests in the hotel. If it weren't for the fact that this hotel is a family business, even the owner himself would probably have run away.

As they walked through the deserted corridor, before even entering the kitchen, Natsukawa Tora smelled the aroma of eggs. As if sensing Natsukawa Tora's footsteps, Okita Souji and Angelica immediately turned around.

"Master, you're awake?"

Good morning, Lord Natsukawa.

"Yes, good morning to you all too." Natsukawa Tora nodded. "Making breakfast? I could smell it even before I came in. Are there eggs?"

"Yes. However, the conditions here are limited, and we cannot make too much food. Please forgive us, Lord Natsukawa."

As Angelica spoke, she laid out breakfast—white rice porridge, scrambled eggs, and some pickled vegetables. Compared to Natsukawa Tiger's usual breakfasts, it could only be described as meager, but now it was wartime, and for ordinary people, being able to eat their fill was enough. This meal was already considered excessively lavish by outside standards.

It's not hard to understand why it's so rudimentary. As mentioned before, during the war, the hotel had no guests, so naturally there were no chefs or cleaning staff. The reason the kitchen still had these ingredients for breakfast was because the manager had stored them up himself, and he only gave some away because of the gold bars Angelica had brought out.

"That's enough. I'm not picky about breakfast anyway, as long as I can eat it."

To put it more extremely, as an elf, Natsukawa Tiger can survive simply by absorbing magic power; he doesn't even need to eat.

After sitting down at the dining table and glancing at Okita Souji next to him, Natsukawa Tora cleared his throat: "Speaking of which, Souji, what time did you get back last night? I was meditating and didn't notice."

"Huh? I think I went back to my room around dawn, then took a short nap, and came down with Miss Angelica around seven o'clock to help chop some vegetables."

Okita Souji's answer was quite natural, and it seemed that the events of last night had not prevented them from getting along well.

Xia Chuanhu smiled and said, "That's good. Let's start eating breakfast. After we finish, we'll have to start the battle. We have a very important mission to carry out."

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For the capital city now, maps are useless.

Because no one knows when or what kind of attack the capital will suffer. The absolute defense perimeter in the Pacific has been breached, and it is only a matter of time before the decisive battle develops inland. Even if we have a map, it is just a piece of waste paper.

Therefore, normal maps are not available in the capital city for the time being.

But Natsukawa Torato never intended to use a normal map. He trusted his own senses more than artificially drawn maps that might contain errors.

"Whoosh—!"

Outside a store in the commercial district of the capital.

Holding Okita Souji, he instantly teleported from underground to the outside. Natsukawa Torama took out his specially made map from his pocket and crossed out one of the many red dots marked on it.

By using his sensory abilities to grasp the topography of the entire capital city, and then using the illusionary materialization technique to project the image of the capital city in his mind into reality in a two-dimensional form—this is the physical form of the paper in Natsukawa Tora's hand.

"This isn't it either..."

"This is the fourth one already."

According to Natsukawa Tora's perception, there are now hundreds of army outposts scattered throughout the capital, including long-term outposts that have been used for a long time, temporary outposts that have only been used once, and fake outposts used to cover up the truth.

The creation of the Holy Grail Bomb No. 81 was hidden within these outposts—with this in mind, although they didn't want to search them one by one, it was the only way at the moment. In order to save time, Natsukawa Torato and his two companions split into two groups.

The place that Natsukawa Torato and Okita Souji infiltrated was the fourth one, but this one was just a temporary base. Although it looked like it had been used a few days ago, it didn't leave any important information.

"So, let's move on to the fifth one... Hmm? Souji, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Okita Souji beside him seemed a little absent-minded, Natsukawa Torara couldn't help but ask with concern, "Is your illness acting up again? Do you want me to help you suppress it?"

"No, it's not that. It's just that I feel like the way people around me are looking at me is a bit strange."

"Eyes?"

Natsukawa Tora looked around.

Indeed, quite a few people were watching Okita Souji's group, but there were no suspicious individuals among them, just ordinary people. You could also faintly hear voices saying, "That must be the Shinsengumi."

“Shinsengumi… Ah, it’s your outfit, Souji, isn’t it?” Natsukawa Torara explained with a smile. “The Shinsengumi is quite famous in later generations. It must be your Shinsengumi attire that made you recognized.”

Currently, Okita Souji is wearing a white short kimono and leather boots, along with a light blue haori, the symbol of the Shinsengumi known to everyone in Japan. It's only been a few decades, less than a century, since the Shinsengumi disappeared from history; they probably haven't completely faded from view, so it's normal for them to be recognized.

Of course, no matter what the passersby thought, they would never have guessed that the person next to Natsukawa Torata was a real member of the Shinsengumi; they would probably just think of him as a fan of the Shinsengumi.

Does being looked at like this bother you?

Okita Souji nodded: "A little bit. I'm not used to being watched like this, especially since it's work time... May I take on a spirit form?"

Natsukawa Torama decisively crossed his arms: "No way. If you become a spirit, where will I see you? Stay in physical form like this—but... you're right, your outfit is a bit flashy. Let's go change your clothes first."

"Eh?" Okita Souji quickly shook his head. "No need, Master. There's no need to go to such lengths for me."

"Anyway, the money was exchanged for gold bars from Angelica's treasury, which is like money falling from the sky, so it doesn't matter. Besides... just think of it as me wanting to see what you look even better and satisfying my own selfish desires."

83. In the Saber group, who doesn't know how to use the Light Shot?!

The residents of Camelot Apartments generally don't have many clothes in their closets.

Zero and Aika can change into whatever clothes they want at any time, and the same goes for Meryl; illusion magic is convenient in many ways.

As for Gray, Artoria, and Okita Souji, it's not that they don't have clothes, but rather that they prefer to wear the same outfit for several days rather than changing into a different one every day, and then change into a similar style.

The only exception was Rin Tohsaka, but rather than saying she bought a bunch of clothes herself, it would be more accurate to say that Tsuru stuffed a bunch of clothes into her hands.

As a passionate tailor, Tsuru has given away quite a few clothes to other people.

Xia Chuanhu also has quite a few in his wardrobe, but he rarely wears them.

And now-

"Squeak~~~"

Among the few clothing stores still open in the capital.

After changing into the clothes his Master had chosen for him, Okita Souji walked out of the shop and approached Natsukawa Torato: "Master, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. It took some time because I've never worn clothes from this era before."

Okita Souji is no longer wearing the Shinsengumi uniform. His light blue haori has been put away, and he is now wearing a beautiful cherry blossom-colored kimono. The Kikuichimonji he used to carry has also been put into a long bag.

Seeing her dressed in an outfit that perfectly matched his impression of her, Xia Chuanhu was momentarily stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

Seeing that his master remained silent, Okita Souji couldn't help but feel nervous: "W-Isn't it strange that I'm wearing these clothes?"

"No, it's more like it suits you perfectly." Xia Chuanhu gave a thumbs up. "It looks so good that I don't want you to change back into your old clothes."

"Hmm...this one is a little..."

Okita Souji blushed slightly.

(But does that mean I actually look really good in this outfit? Is this what Merlin meant by changing my image?)

Does that mean it's a success?

Judging from Natsukawa Tora's reaction, perhaps he succeeded.