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Ian chatted with Vivian while cutting something with a kitchen knife.

“I can teach and educate, and I can also be in and out of the kitchen.”

"Teacher Vivian, if anyone could marry you, they would definitely be very happy, right?"

"..."

"..."

"Teacher Vivian, what's that expression on your face?"

"No, it's nothing..."

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

"that--"

“Actually, I can’t cook.”

"..."

[You know Vivian isn't joking—because she looks pretty embarrassed.]

【But you feel inexplicably happy. 】

[Because it means that even though she knew she couldn't do it, she still chose to follow you into the kitchen.]

[For some reason, you like this feeling very much. ]

[Although it is indeed a bit confusing. ]

Vivian didn't lie.

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

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

The reason for this result is actually very simple.

That is, as a former British princess, she didn't need to do such things personally.

My own servant...

No.

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

It was not until the man picked up the kitchen knife that Vivian suddenly realized that she did not know him as well as she thought.

She ignored many things about him.

It must be because of this... that he forgot about it as if it were revenge, right?

Thinking of this, Vivian couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

After hesitating for a moment, she said:

"Feel sorry."

"Ian, am I causing you any trouble?"

"Nothing like that." Ian smiled slightly, "How could Teacher Vivian cause me trouble?"

"only--"

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

"Then Teacher Vivian, do you want to go out and wait?" Ian looked at the kitchen door, "You can chat with Xiaoying for a while, I can handle it by myself."

When Vivian heard the name Sakura, her expression suddenly became serious.

But she quickly suppressed her emotions, put on a smile and shook her head.

"No, I'm not going out."

"I don't know how to cook anyway...I might as well take this opportunity to learn."

"besides--"

Vivian looked at him, who was familiar yet unfamiliar, and there was a bit of complexity in her eyes.

"You don't have to call me teacher."

"Just call me Vivian."

"...I understand." Ian nodded, "Vivian, let's get started."

It has to be said that although the witch knows nothing about cooking, her ability to imitate seems to be pretty good.

Or should I say——

She knows how to turn the unknown into the known.

Cutting vegetables means separating the raw materials after you have collected them yourself;

Seasoning is the auxiliary agent you choose to add when you tinker with herbs yourself;

Cooking is the stage where you bring it all together yourself.

Everything actually has the same logic.

With this mentality, Vivian finally achieved a failed result.

To make tools is to make tools.

Cooking is cooking.

If we take it for granted that they are linked together, nothing good will happen.

Vivian felt quite embarrassed when faced with the messy kitchen scene and the basin of black material at the end.

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

But now the results seem to be completely counterproductive.

"Ian, I..."

Vivian hesitated to speak, but Ian spoke first gently.

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

"You don't have to feel guilty or anything - learning to cook is not easy."

"Leave the rest to me. I'll teach you how to cook when there's a chance."

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

"Well...I see."

After the communication, Ian started to clean up the traces left by Vivian. After that, he started cooking again.

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

The witch just silently helped him - this was the first time in her life that she acted as someone's assistant.

This actually goes against Vivian's proud bottom line.

But at this moment, she didn't feel ashamed at all, but was extremely happy.

Staying with him in this fumes-filled kitchen can make me so happy.

Is happiness such a simple thing?

In the past...what on earth was I pursuing?

After an unknown amount of time, Ian's call brought the dazed Vivian back to reality.

The man who prepared all the dishes looked at her with a little worry.

"Vivian, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing."

Vivian forced a smile.

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

"correct--"

Vivian looked at the man's sweaty forehead, then she took out a tissue from her clothes bag and pulled one out.

"Let me wipe the sweat off your face."

"Eh?"

Before Ian could answer, Vivian had already extended her hand.

She knew she couldn't give him another chance to refuse.

The tissue moved up and down on the man's sweaty forehead, and everything seemed to have returned to that summer of that year.

"Thank you, Vivian."

"You're welcome."

Vivian's hands were shaking, and her voice became sad.

She asked the question in her mind.

"Speaking of which-"

"Why did you give me paper roses?"

"..."

Ian looked at Vivian in front of him and smiled calmly.

"Because I thought that since Vivian you wanted to see the roses--"

"This should be the fastest way."

"But... don't you feel bad? After all, it's not a real rose. I'm worried that you won't be able to accept it."

"That's not true!" Vivian quickly denied this statement.

"I love so much."

"That's good." Ian looked very happy. "In this case, I made the right purchase."

"..."

"..."

"Vivian, do you have anything else to say?"

"No."

Vivian loosened her grip and let the tissue fall to the ground.

"I just wanted to thank you."

"Ian...can you come a little closer?"

"..."

Although he didn't know what Vivian wanted to do, Ian did it anyway.

And the next second, he felt a sweet and wet feeling on his cheek.

It was an extremely mature kiss yet with a bit of the throbbing of first love.

Vivian stood on tiptoes and left her mark on his cheek.

The witch couldn't help it anymore.

Even though it might seem awkward, she wanted to hint at her feelings in this way.

We must participate in the Holy Grail War - to get him back!

But what the two didn't know was.

Outside the kitchen door, Toosaka Sakura, who witnessed everything, was gasping for breath.

She knew she had to do something more.

"Teacher Vivian, I...will never admit defeat."