Please play Fate/Go with me.

"It's Shirou who hasn't stepped foot in my house since then, okay?" Eriri pouted and turned her face away.

"No, after you glared at me so angrily and kicked me out, I felt like you'd never let me come to your house again. Besides, how am I supposed to get to your room? I have no idea what you're doing in there!" Shirou complained.

"Waaah... I did apologize properly, didn't I? Every time I go to your house, my mom makes me bring a gift!" Eriri retorted stubbornly, her face flushed.

"No, I've always thought this was your mother trying to bribe me, giving me hush money. And it was always you and Komachi who ended up eating it all up," Shirou said. Although he was a bit too doting on his daughter, the parents were still very proper and considerate in their dealings with others.

If it's a snack, Eriri and Komachi will eat it together in their room. If it's a cake or dessert, they'll save two portions for their parents and share the rest.

"This isn't for Shirou! There's no food for Shirou here," the blonde girl said, making a face, the scene still vivid in her mind.

"Hmph, that's Shirou's fault! I get angry every time I see your face, so I ate all of yours," Eriri pouted petulantly.

Because they had known each other for a long time, she knew that Shirou had shown unparalleled correctness, integrity, and kindness since childhood, and that he would help those in need without hesitation, a quality that many adults could not match.

In contrast, she seems to exist solely for her own interests, disregarding everything else. She can't even handle many things herself, let alone others.

The blonde girl was very concerned about Shirou's opinion of her, so her every move became agitated and aggressive.

I'm afraid of not being understood, afraid of being looked down upon, and afraid of receiving negative comments.

This time, the misunderstanding was cleared up, and the desire to be recognized and praised surged.

The boy and girl chatted casually until they arrived at the Western-style house where Eriri lived.

Eriri made up her mind, mustered her courage, looked at the boy, and said, "Shirou... then come to my house."

"Huh? It's past eight o'clock already?" Shirou asked hesitantly.

"Is there a problem? Anyway, Shirou, you're quite familiar with my mom. My dad doesn't talk much, but he's praised you for being such a remarkable gentleman at such a young age," Eriri said impatiently, showing her little fangs.

"No, that's not the issue. Think about it, if your daughter brings a boy to your room late at night, what do you think they'll really be thinking?" Shirou explained.

"Shut up! I told you to come up, so come up! My mom and dad are both out today!" Eriri scolded angrily.

"Oh, that's good..." Shirou replied. Although he felt that something was amiss, he was afraid of getting scolded if he dawdled, so he didn't think much of it and followed him inside.

Eriri opened the door and urged the boy to follow her into her room.

"Wait at the door for a moment," Eriri said, closing the door behind her.

"Hmm," Shirou replied, casually glancing around. The spacious Western-style house, from its mahogany floors and wallpaper to its various decorations, exuded understated elegance. The Western-style architecture, combined with a touch of Japanese-style furniture, complemented each other quite well.

After a rustling sound, the door opened again, and standing in front of Shirou was a girl with long, straight blonde hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a dowdy green gym uniform, just her most natural and casual mode after returning home.

"Come in!" Eriri said, walking inside.

"Oh." Shirou walked into the girl's room. After all these years, it was still in very good condition, at least it was kept tidy. Even if someone came, she could tidy it up a bit and it wouldn't be considered messy.

However, if some of the things hidden inside were to be seen, it would be difficult to guarantee anything.

"Don't stare at my closet and under my bed!" Eriri yelled.

"Alright, so what exactly do you want me to do up here?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"Anyway, please sit down first." Eriri said, sitting down in the swivel chair next to her, one foot propped up on the chair, leaning against the computer desk with the screen, drawing tablet and other drawing tools, and looking at the boy.

"Yes, you can speak now." Shirou sat down on the small round chair opposite the girl.

"Actually, I wanted to... ask you to take a look and give me your opinion on how well I drew it?" Eriri pursed her lips, opened the closet, which contained a bunch of game boxes. The girl rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a sketchbook. After confirming that all the drawings were of people dressed up and suitable for display, she handed it to the boy.

Shirou looked at the picture book, which was full of cute anime girls dressed in various Western-style clothes and posing in various youthful and alluring ways.

The boy nodded, looked at it seriously, and commented, "It's a great painting. Even a layman like me finds it exquisite and meticulously crafted. However, I hope you'll be a little mindful of using yourself as a model for your painting. It's fine if outsiders don't know, but it makes me feel a little awkward looking at your work like this."

Eriri exclaimed in frustration, "Why! How do you even know this?!"

Thankfully, it wasn't one of those pictures of her naked, or she'd be banging her head against the wall and dying right now! Even though she's so ashamed she wants to die!

"No, every character has your own traits, especially these girls. They all look like you with different hairstyles." Shirou said, pointing at the screen. There was a slender girl with long straight hair and a disgusted expression, a slender girl with a single ponytail and a smile that revealed her fangs, and a slender girl with a bob haircut and an angry expression.

Based on the compatibility of the summoning, whether it's temperament or physique, it's at least 80%.

"Waaaaah!!!" Eriri, enraged and embarrassed, swung her long twin tails and charged forward, shouting as if she wanted to take the boy down with her.

"I already told you that this trick doesn't work on me anymore. Calm down. I'm not mocking you. If you didn't have this kind of serious spirit, you wouldn't be able to draw so well." Shirou reached out and blocked the girl's head, pressing her back into her seat.

"Waaah... If you tell anyone, I'll... I'll stay home forever and never go out again," Eriri sobbed.

"Hey, that's too heavy-handed. Don't make me your excuse for never working in your life! By the way, was that your original plan?" Shirou asked in surprise.

Just then, a sneer reached her ears, but Eriri didn't seem to hear it. Shirou took out his phone.

On the screen, a tiny black-haired figure was lying on the top, smiling and waving at the boy.

"Don't eavesdrop! Go back!" Shirou whispered to Tatsumi on the screen.

"What did you say?" Eriri asked, puzzled, not having heard clearly.

"No, it's nothing. Now that we've explained things clearly, I'll head back now." Shirou put away his phone and said to the girl.

"Huh? They went back already?" Eriri said.

"No, it's already quite late, almost past dinner time," Shirou said.

'Gurgle!' The blonde girl covered her stomach and blushed.

Shirou said helplessly, "Oh well, it's already this late anyway, and I already notified Komachi. I'll just cook a meal here, eat it, and then go back."

"Really?! Then I want to eat pasta!" Eriri said with delight. She had seen the boy cook when she went to visit Komachi before, and Shirou would sometimes bring food home, all of which was delicious. But because of what had happened before, even if she was craving it, she would never be able to say anything.

"For pasta, meat sauce and gravy are very important. You need to have the right ingredients. What ingredients do you have in the refrigerator?" Shirou asked.

“Yes, I’ll lead the way,” Eriri said happily.

"Onions, pork, beef, tomatoes—I have all the basic ingredients. So, please let me use the kitchen." Shirou put the usable ingredients into a bowl and walked towards the sink.

"Then I'll draw here and wait for you," Eriri said expectantly, turning around and running upstairs to get her sketchbook.

"Yes," Shirou replied.

Chapter 114 Chaldea and the Book

Eriri's kitchen is an open-plan design, which is spacious, convenient, and offers a good view. It's an ideal kitchen setup as long as you don't frequently cook dishes that produce a lot of oil and smoke.

The kitchen has stoves on both the inside and outside sides, so you can easily work on the other side by simply turning around. The outer side facing the dining room has a sink with a sterilizer underneath, where dishes are placed. The inner side, equipped with a range hood, houses an oven and a microwave.

Shirou nodded in satisfaction, took off his school uniform jacket, hung it on a hanger, and rolled up his sleeves to prepare to cook.

Shirou glanced behind him and, while Eriri was going upstairs, projected a version of the Gan Jiang & Mo Xie kitchen utensils. His hands moved like afterimages as he instantly chopped the pork into minced meat.

Under the watchful eye of the magic eye, the beef is cut along its grain, breaking it into small pieces without compromising its freshness.

Mix it with the minced pork and put it in a bowl.

The moment he heard the girl's footsteps as she descended to the first floor, Shirou sheathed his twin swords, added sesame oil and seasonings, stirred, and began marinating.

Next, the boy peeled and washed all the ingredients, placed them on the cutting board, and swiftly chopped the garlic into small pieces.

Wet the knife with some water, held the onion down with my left hand, and made several cuts in different directions, instantly breaking it into small cubes. Before the pungent fumes were released, I put it in a bowl and set it aside.

Peel the tomatoes and quickly dice them with a sharp knife to avoid squeezing out the juice.

The blonde girl sat at the dining table, swinging her feet up and down, watching the boy's busy figure in the kitchen, and began sketching the lines of an anime character cooking. It felt like a joyful picnic or vacation.

Thanks to the boy's meticulous work, the preparation time for the dish was reduced by more than half.

Pour a piece of butter into a non-stick pan and melt it. Then add garlic and scallions, stir-fry them with minced meat until fragrant, and finally add tomatoes to make a sauce.

When the water boiled, Shirou took out a packet of pasta, opened it, and asked the girl, "Eriri, how much do you want? Is one plate enough?"

"Just eat the same amount as Shirou," Eriri said casually, scribbling with her pen.

"I understand." Shirou grabbed two handfuls of pasta, placed them vertically in the pot, spread them around the edge of the boiling pot, and sprinkled them with a generous amount of salt.

Drain the cooked noodles and plate them. Pour olive oil, which is best suited for low-temperature cooking, over them. As the noodles steam, they release a fragrant aroma and become springy and chewy.

Scoop a spoonful of the cooked pasta water into a non-stick pan. The starchy water will boil instantly, and the sauce will thicken.

Cover the pasta with pepper, and the simple pasta dish is ready.

A meat filling with the aroma of minced garlic and onions, the sweetness of tomatoes, and the chewiness of pasta, all combined perfectly, emitting an enticing fragrance, was placed on the table by the boy.

Eriri had long since stopped watching the boy and was now quickly smearing colors on the drawing paper, erasing excess lines and adding details. At this moment, the girl displayed a completely different temperament than usual, as if she were a different person, completely focused on her drawing. Shirou curiously went to the back to watch.

Eriri is now in the final stages of her work. The figures in her painting are lifelike, but the boy still frowns in frustration.

"Why did you draw a girl after drawing me for half an hour?" Shirou asked in confusion.

Her hair color was changed to silver-white, and what was originally a regular shirt was replaced with a dark red apron that resembled a pleated skirt. Her school uniform trousers were transformed into a mini-skirt that almost revealed her panties...

"Hmph! You layman, you don't understand. According to the law that everything can be moe, anthropomorphizing and moe-ifying are the basic principles of an artist, or rather, justice and professional ethics." Eriri finished the last stroke on the drawing paper, put away her colored pencils, and said righteously.

As the painting was completed, it seemed as if it were about to leap out of the sketchbook: a beautiful young female cook with elegant, snow-white hair tied in a braid at the back of her head. Even more surprisingly, the expression and demeanor on her face matched the boy's perfectly.

"How about it! It's so lifelike, isn't it? And so cute, isn't it!" Eriri said proudly, her azure, jewel-like eyes sparkling with starlight. As she was painting, a flash of inspiration struck, as if she had received a blessing from the goddess of art.

The girl in the painting appeared in her mind, as if she were telling her that if Shirou were a girl, she would look like this. So she drew the girl in one go, exceeding her usual skill level and completing such a high-quality painting in a short time.

"Hmm... I've come to realize that Eriri is quite talented at capturing special abilities," Shirou said helplessly. Even he had to admit that the painting did bear a certain resemblance.

Eriri said smugly, "Hmph, Shirou, now you know how powerful I am, right? Repent for what you said back then. If you want me to give you this painting and sign it, it's not too late."

“No need,” Shirou said with a smile.

"Hmph! You'll regret this!" Eriri pouted, ignoring the boy. Instead, she looked at the silver-haired girl in the sketchbook and muttered, "Looking at it now, this girl really does look a bit like a grown-up Chloe, although the vibe is a bit different. No, it's more like Chloe looks like Shirou's sister! But Shirou's sister should be Komachi... Why do I get this feeling?"

"Don't confuse reality with the game! Go wash your hands and eat!" Shirou complained, even though Illya and Chloe were indeed his sisters in a sense.

'This girl might really be a genius. Does her intuition as a creator allow her to sense the truth of the matter?' Shirou thought to himself.

After washing her hands, Eriri ran back. She was starving, so she picked up her knife and fork, twirled them a few times, and then stuffed the fragrant pasta into her mouth. With a happy smile, she exclaimed, "So delicious!"

Eriri was eating heartily when she suddenly choked and patted her chest.

"The noodles are a bit firm, so eat slowly." Shirou brought a cup, poured a glass of juice for the girl, and handed it to her.

Eriri gulped down the juice, finally catching her breath. After coughing for a while, she said, "Ah... thank you."

"Pfft, hahaha." Shirou suddenly burst out laughing as he looked at the girl.

"?" Eriri looked puzzled.

So Shirou took out his phone and used it as a mirror to reflect the girl's face.

At this moment, the blonde girl's nose was smeared with red sauce, making her look like a little kitten.

Shirou smiled and took a napkin to wipe the stunned girl's face, thinking, 'Even if she's a genius, Eriri is still Eriri. All these years have passed, and she hasn't changed.'

"I can wipe it myself... Hahaha." Eriri blushed shyly, then laughed at herself.

This scene feels like a return to several years ago. Back then, the boy helped her, and she accepted his help. At first, she was really innocent, and then they gradually developed a friendship.

It seems that in this moment of laughter, the misunderstandings and barriers caused by the past years have been dissolved.

After dinner, wash the dishes and put them on the rack to dry.

Eriri then led the boy back to her room.

Inside the room, Eriri sat on a swivel chair with her legs drawn up to her chest. Her already slender figure became even more petite. Her long golden hair and beautiful blue eyes shone brightly even through her black-rimmed glasses. At this moment, her loose green tracksuit covered her body, revealing only her fair and delicate feet resting on the front of the chair.

The petite and delicate girl's expression was more serious than ever before.

"Shirou, as you can see, I really love games, not just games, anime, and light novels, but everything that brings me joy and emotion. Regardless of whether I get recognition for it or not."

I want to be involved in all of these things, to draw the characters I like, to earn a living through drawing, to prove my worth in life through drawing, and to draw better and better, becoming someone who can move others.

"Yeah, I think it's great that Eriri has found her own goals," Shirou said. He hadn't expected that the willful and spoiled girl from back then would seriously consider her hobbies and dreams.

That's true; it's impossible to draw that well without considerable effort. Shirou, also a hard worker, acknowledged Eriri's similar dedication.

'In that case, we must protect the world you love.' Shirou's resolve grew even stronger.

"Yes, thank you. I'm actually very afraid of being rejected, so I put on a rich girl act in public. So I'll work even harder to prove myself! Just like Kasumigaoka Utaha wants to write stories for the Servants of Fate, I also want to design characters and draw card art for FGO."

"I think it would definitely happen if it were you," Shirou said with a light laugh.

“Right! I’m quite well-known in the industry!” Eriri said happily, standing up after receiving the boy’s approval.

"I will become stronger and stronger! And then, one day, I will create a classic character that will be remembered by tens of millions, hundreds of millions of people!" The girl waved her hands excitedly.

At that moment, her hand touched the bookshelf on the table, and a black notebook the size of an A4 sheet of paper fell out from it.

The cover features two girls, one in gold and one in silver, lying together on a large motorcycle, their clothes mostly removed. Hmm… this outfit! This look! Why does it seem so familiar…?

Shirou broke out in a cold sweat and looked at the girl, asking, "Who is this...?"