Please play Fate/Go with me.

Thus, Ca-vall II, as a new family member, successfully moved in.

After that, Shirou took apart his old clothes one by one, fastened the buttons of one garment to the seam of another, and tied the middle part with needle and thread. After a lot of work, the little house for Ca-vall II was completed.

Seeing this, Komachi laughed and said, "Now all your outdated old clothes can finally come in handy, brother."

After settling the white dog, the boy went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his head to clear his slightly confused mind. He had indeed been fighting day and night for several days in Shinjuku in 1999.

But back in this world, just hours before, he was actually in modern-day Shinjuku shopping for clothes with his school friends, and everything had returned to normal.

The outside is no longer pitch black 24/7, and the kitchen is stocked with fresh flour, vegetables, and meat, allowing for the preparation of various dishes. There's no longer a need to eat those miscellaneous ingredients paired with canned meat.

Shirou's current symptom is a sense of disorientation regarding time, like someone who is half asleep and opens their eyes to see orange-red sunlight, unable to tell whether it is morning or dusk.

Or it's like you feel like you've had a very long dream, but when you wake up you find that it's still dark and only a few hours have passed;

While playing fun games, it felt like only a blink of an eye before I realized I was starving. It turned out I hadn't eaten lunch and it was already afternoon.

When you encounter these situations, you always feel a little bit incredulous.

In short, he cleaned the house thoroughly, and after the windows, chairs, and furniture were all polished to a shine, Shirou finally got used to it.

When it was time for school, he went to school.

The next day at noon, Shirou pushed open the door of the Service Department.

Three girls of the same grade had already arrived and were sitting at the long table doing their own things.

Sitting in the middle is Yuihama, chatting with her friends on her phone with a slight smile on her lips, and the bun on her head bobbing slightly from time to time.

Asuna, sitting on the left, was wearing headphones and playing a game on her phone. She gently tossed her long, flaxen hair, exuding the air of a devoted wife even while playing. (Monthly subscription group 694936135)

Meanwhile, Yukino Yukinoshita, sitting to the right, was quietly holding a thick book and reading. Her long, shiny black hair was draped behind her, and her eyes were focused on reading the words on the pages from left to right, looking very serious.

Having been away for so long, he really missed them. He greeted his classmates in the classroom with a warm smile, saying, "Hello everyone!"

Unfortunately, the other side didn't seem to appreciate it.

"Shirou? What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" Yuihama shook the dumpling and looked at the boy with a puzzled expression.

"Smiling for no reason, it feels a bit strange?" Asuna looked over with concern and said.

"Yes, if you feel unwell, just say so. If you're not sick, I just felt a little nauseous." Yukinoshita was engrossed in flipping through a thick book, not even glancing at the boy, and made a disdainful remark.

"Good day! Shirou-senpai!" Mash ran over with a smile.

"Oh." Shirou watched the pink-haired girl run inside with a grin, preparing to observe what would happen to her next.

"Good day! Yuihama-senpai, Yukinoshita-senpai, Asuna-senpai." Mashu greeted the upperclassmen in the clubroom with a smile.

"Yah hello, Mashu-chan." Yuihama waved with a smile.

"Mash, you look very energetic today." Asuna walked up and patted the pink-haired girl's head.

"Did something happy happen?" Yukinoshita put down the thick book in her hand and looked at the girl to ask.

'What's going on? This kind of differential treatment!' Shirou thought to himself, feeling frustrated.

After Mashu explained to everyone that Shirou had actually gone to save the world, the girls finally understood what was going on.

"I'm sorry, Shirou! Please forgive me, hee hee." Yuihama said with a fawning smile as she approached him.

"Never mind, it was originally my fault anyway, I'm glad you can understand." Shirou couldn't help but complain when he saw that smiling face.

Chapter 109 Overseas Exchange Conference

"Oh, I see. Thank you for your hard work, Shirou. I'm sorry to have called you strange," Asuna said with a gentle smile.

“That’s a perfectly reasonable reaction, isn’t it? For us, it’s only been less than a day since we last met you,” Yukinoshita argued.

“That’s true… I’ll be more careful in the future. But Mash, didn’t you all agree?” Shirou retorted.

“No, Mashu has always been like this, hasn’t she?” Yui asked the other girls.

"Yes, I ran into this kid in the hallway before. He came over and asked me kindly, 'Good morning, senior. Have you been spending money on in-game purchases today?'" Asuna said with a gentle smile.

“That’s right, it’s Mashu as always.” Yukinoshita nodded.

"Huh?" Shirou looked at the pink-haired girl in confusion. 'Is this what my junior Mash looks like?'

"What's wrong, Shirou-senpai?" Mash blinked in confusion.

"No... let's eat." Shirou covered his head, clearly still recovering from the aftereffects of his sense of time displacement.

After that, everyone leisurely ate their bento boxes together, vying for the best dishes in the boy's lunchbox.

Perhaps this is the small happiness he finds in his daily life.

When school let out in the afternoon, a tall woman wearing a suit jacket and a white coat walked in.

"Shirou! Grab your schoolbag and come here. There's a meeting you need to attend."

"What's going on? I didn't hold any positions like class monitor, student council president, or club president." Shirou stepped forward and asked Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei with a puzzled look.

"It's about the exchange program with the overseas branch school during this holiday. Come with me," Hiratsuka Shizuka said firmly, leading the boy towards the school parking lot.

At this moment, two figures were standing facing each other at the entrance of the parking lot.

"Everyone's here, right? They're all famous people from the school, no need for introductions, right?" Hiratsuka Shizuka looked over there, as if she was used to it.

"Wait here, I'll go get the car first," Hiratsuka Shizuka said to the boy, then walked towards her car.

Shirou looked over and recognized the two. The blonde girl with almost frizzy twin tails standing on the left was Eriri Sawamura, from the international class. Because she usually kept a low profile, she wasn't as famous as Mashu for always wearing hair clips, but she was actually a very popular mixed-race beauty among the boys at school and the ace of the art club.

On the other side was a girl with straight black hair wearing a headband, looking at Eriri. She had her arms crossed, her expression aloof, but a faint smile played at the corners of her lips. She had a slender figure, wearing black stockings under her school uniform skirt, and was a beautiful girl with a mature air about her.

She was a big celebrity in the third grade, with beautiful features and reportedly always ranked first in her grade. Her mysterious and quiet temperament and mature style made her quite irresistible to male high school students at the time.

Shirou nodded slightly and greeted her, saying, "Eri, Kasumigaoka-senpai, hello."

"Ah! What are you doing here? Shirou! No... classmate." Eriri exclaimed in surprise, then immediately corrected herself.

"No, just call me Shirou. As elementary school classmates, there's no need to be so formal, is there?" Shirou thought, puzzled.

"Hmph! I have nothing to say to people like that!" Eriri crossed her arms and turned her head away.

"It's just that someone wrote my name on the umbrella, why be so formal? Or is she still holding a grudge because I advised her to play fewer games in middle school, lest she become a loser in life?"

"Hmph~! Shirou-kun, is it?" Seemingly because of the blonde twin-tailed girl, the senior looked at the boy with interest.

"I've heard your name quite a few times myself. Your archery performance at the competition became a hot topic online, which is truly remarkable. Would you be willing to give me an interview sometime? I'd like to gather material for my next creative project."

"Is senior a writer, or someone in the newspaper club or something?" Shirou asked doubtfully, feeling that the person in front of him seemed quiet and aloof, but something about her was off.

"Shirou! Don't talk to this gloomy woman! She'll eat you up! Like the Big Bad Wolf!" Eriri ran out, her azure eyes glaring at the woman, and said warily.

"Oh my, that's quite a cute metaphor for you, Sawamura-kun. But when you say 'eat,' do you mean eating for your own cravings, or..." the girl with the headband said calmly.

"Whoa! Kasumigaoka Utaha!! What are you trying to say here?!" Eriri shouted nervously.

"I've told you several times already, could you please not use other people's full names? What's after Kashiwagi again? Teacher." The woman with the headband's flat red eyes fixed on the blonde girl, delivering a fatal blow.

"Whoa!!! Don't say that name here!" Eriri yelled.

"Kashiwa? Are you talking about trees?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"Shirou! Baka! Stop saying that!" Eriri rushed forward, wildly swinging her twin tails and slapping the boy.

"Wow, wait a minute..." Shirou failed to dodge and was hit by the Twin Tails' 16-hit combo.

At this moment, Hiratsuka Shizuka had already driven out, turned the car around, and leaned out of the window to shout to the three of them, "Hey! You three, do you want to chat or argue? Get in the car first!"

"Yes..." "Okay," the three finally sat down.

Eriri and her senior sat separately in the back, both leaning against the window with a noticeable distance between them.

"So, what's the deal with calling them over?" Shirou asked from the passenger seat.

"Don't you know them all? One is a painter, the other is the up-and-coming light novelist Shizuka, and you, Shirou, are a master archer," Hiratsuka Shizuka said casually.

"So, Eriri is representing the art club, and Kasumigaoka-senpai is representing literature; are they both here for this exchange activity?" Shirou concluded.

"That's roughly the idea!! You're all talents I've handpicked, so you'd better perform well. Right, Sawamura Kashiwagi, what's that after 'teacher' again?" Hiratsuka Shizuka said meaningfully while driving.

"That's right! Yes! Yes! That's it! Teacher! I'll do my best!" Eriri replied repeatedly, her face flushed.

"...You haven't been caught doing something wrong, have you?" Shirou felt that she seemed a little guilty.

"Whether Sawamura did it voluntarily or not is another matter. As for me, I sometimes have to take time off work to participate in activities, and having a teacher who understands me is a huge help. Although this teacher seems capable of doing anything for his own purposes," the senior student said.

"No threats or anything like that!" Eriri blushed and turned her head away, retorting repeatedly.

Eriri appears to be a kind and elegant young lady, but inside she's a paranoid and useless otaku; however, in the other world she's actually the famous deep-sea painter Kashiwagi Eri! Recently, she drew a yuri doujinshi featuring Alter Jeanne d'Arc x Alter Eri having sex in a car, which received great acclaim after being posted on the website.

She can be described as a queen with a very high status in the underworld, and she is doing very well.

However, she recently encountered a problem: her pen name was discovered by a teacher through unknown channels.

Chapter 110 Eriri and Shirou

Inside the car, the two girls remained at odds.

Eriri, her twin ponytails swaying, stared intently at the girl with the headband beside her with her azure eyes and said:

"Seriously, can a gloomy woman like you, who always has a cold face, really manage to organize a social event? If someone tries to talk to you, you'll shut them down, and the event will fall flat. How embarrassing would that be? I think the school really didn't think things through, you aloof and sharp-tongued woman!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained unmoved, her wine-red eyes calmly looking at the blonde girl, but her words were utterly merciless.

"Although I am introverted, I have read at least a hundred classic literary works from various countries in order to write."

Rather, the school only remembered that Sawamura was of British descent, completely ignoring the fact that you're actually a hopeless case who might even fail your English exams. Just imagining the teacher possibly sending you as their representative to talk to them is quite amusing—a blond, mixed-race loser.

"Who are you calling a loser! Waaah..." Eriri shrank her neck, trembling slightly, looking quite shaken.

Yes, in this battle between black and gold, the gold team lost.

"...What should we do?" Eriri looked at the boy for help.

"Don't ask me. If you can perform well professionally, then it'll be fine. After all, even among purebloods, there are people who don't speak their native language if they've lived overseas since childhood," Shirou said helplessly.

"Right! Right! Even if you have British citizenship, it's not shameful to not do well in English! Did you hear that?" Eriri tossed her head to the headband-wearing upperclassman next to her and said smugly.

"Sigh, I'm really worried about your future, Sawamura-kun..." Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed, covering her face.

"What?" Eriri muttered unhappily.

It seems he wasn't wrong after all; this girl is completely useless. However, given that she represents the international high school's art department, possesses a skill, and has her parents' protection, she shouldn't have any problems, right?

At this point, the car drove out of the small road outside the school and onto the main road.

"Speaking of which, teacher, where are we going now? Where is the others?" Shirou asked the woman beside him.

"Yes, it's an international junior high school branch managed by the same board of directors. Normally, it's separate from us and operates independently, but when it comes to exchange activities, it's merged into our school. So we're going there for a meeting now."

"The other students were also taken over there by the teachers in charge," Hiratsuka Shizuka said, tapping the steering wheel with her fingers as if greeting her beloved car.

"So, we've already decided that you, teacher, will be in charge of leading the team?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked, realizing the crux of the matter.

"Aren't you happy? It's great, isn't it! Just wait! I'll take you on a trip and let you eat all sorts of delicious food!" Hiratsuka Shizuka said with a hearty laugh.

'No, I want to get off the train…' Shirou thought, but if he said it, it might cause a tragedy, so he wouldn't say it.

"Forget about food and travel, teacher. Just don't make me speak English with foreigners," Eriri pleaded, as if she had seen a savior.

"No, you're the daughter of a British diplomat, okay?" the senior student retorted.

"Unfortunately, it won't be up to me to decide that then. Alright! Alright! Buckle up, let's hurry up and get going!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes gleamed. She flexed her wrists and twisted her joints. Everything was ready. All that was left was to pour a paper cup of water and place it on the table before she could conquer Mount Akina.

"Teacher... please don't speed at this time. If you get stopped by the traffic police, there are three students in the car right now, and the consequences will be very serious," Shirou coldly reminded him.

"Ugh... I just wanted to speed things up a little." Hiratsuka Shizuka slumped her shoulders in dejection.

"There's still time, please drive safely," Shirou said.

"I know, are you my mom?!" Hiratsuka Shizuka complained.

After that, the car traveled at a constant speed for dozens of kilometers before arriving at the international junior high school branch located on the other side of Chiba.

Hiratsuka Shizuka handed over her teacher's certificate, and the gatekeeper allowed her to pass after verifying it. She then parked her car.

So Shirou, Eriri, and their senior were brought to the school's conference room.

By this time, quite a few students had already arrived.