Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Shirou felt a pair of hands gently embrace the back of his head, pulling him into a soft embrace.

"The same to you……"

"You've been fighting and fighting all this time, all by yourself. It must have been incredibly tough."

"So at least for now... take a short break."

A month later.

In the early morning, Shirou slowly opened his eyes.

A few rays of light shone through the curtains, illuminating the dimly lit Japanese-style room.

Shirou lifted the covers, checked the time—it was 6:30 in the morning—a new day had begun.

Shirou quietly opened the sliding door next door.

Joan of Arc was curled up like a cat on the bed, fast asleep.

After all, the three of us played TRPG until midnight last night...

Shirou stretched and went to the living room, only to see an unexpected person.

Miss Metatron, who usually never gets up before 10 a.m., is busy in the kitchen.

"Good morning!" Shirou asked in surprise. "Why are you up so early?"

Metatron didn't even look up: "I'm making breakfast today."

"Oh right, I forgot, my biological clock has been really messed up lately... Do you need any help?"

Metatron chased Shirou out of the kitchen.

"No, it'll be done soon, don't try to steal the credit. Go wake Joan of Arc."

"oh oh……"

Just as Shirou was about to return to the Japanese-style room, he saw Jeanne d'Arc, wearing her pajamas, walking into the living room while rubbing her eyes.

"You're awake, Joan of Arc."

"Did Shirou just come into my room?" she asked sleepily.

Shirou scratched his cheek sheepishly: "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"I thought we were going to be attacked."

"I wouldn't do that!"

"Hmm~"

Joan of Arc toyed with the ends of her golden hair and swayed as she sat down at the table.

"It's done."

Metatron brought over breakfast.

"This was made by my own hands, so eat it with gratitude! It's oatmeal and milk... How about it!"

"........."

Shirou was somewhat speechless: "Just to clarify beforehand, I have no objection, after all, eating cereal for breakfast is quite common."

But what's the point of calling this "handmade cuisine"?

"Hmm, as soon as I step into the kitchen... I feel... lazy..."

A sentiment emerged that "as long as it's food, nothing else matters..."

Hearing her explanation, Shirou looked relieved and said with conviction, "It's really terrible, 'Sloth'... Well, there's nothing we can do about it."

The taste is actually not bad.

Shirou doesn't usually buy cereal at the supermarket, and he doesn't know where Metatron got it from... Oh well, let's not think about complicated things.

"Give me another bowl."

"Okay, okay~ Shirou is still growing, so eat more~"

Metatron smiled smugly, while Joan of Arc seemed somewhat dissatisfied: "It feels like they cut corners a bit..."

On days when it's Shirou's turn to cook, breakfast is prepared with great care and is very plentiful. I still crave Shirou's cooking.

Shirou may be lazy most of the time, but he gets serious when it comes to cooking.

Metatron, hands on his hips, huffed and puffed, "Where did they skimp on the ingredients in this cereal and milk?! Don't compare me to that monster!"

"I'm a little sleepy, do you want to go back to sleep for a while?"

Shirou thought to himself as he ate his cereal.

This is the daily life of Shirou, Jeanne d'Arc, and Metatron living together.

Peaceful, languid, warm, and happy, with no complaints, I wish life could flow by like this forever.

If there's anything to complain about, Shirou hopes that Jeanne and Metatron can be a little more mindful that they're living with boys.

Shirou has accidentally stumbled upon the two of them using the bathroom several times, sometimes alone, sometimes together.

Metatron's youthful, criminally alluring figure, and Jeanne's voluptuous body, which was far too seductive for a clergyman, made it difficult for Shirou to fall asleep at night.

I always feel...

Shirou frowned: he seemed to have forgotten something very important...

Forget about those complicated things, let's think about tonight's entertainment.

Volume 5, Chapter 256: Shall we fall together?

That morning, Shirou, who was sleeping in, was woken up by Jeanne d'Arc and Metatron and forcibly dragged to the warehouse.

"Look what we've found!"

Shirou opened his heavy eyelids and stared intently: "This is... a very luxurious-looking table? Why is there a table in my storeroom...?"

"Something's not right!"

Joan of Arc frowned slightly, her face showing displeasure, and said, "You don't even know this? Have you really lived in modern times?"

This is the greatest invention in modern Japanese history—the fully automatic mahjong machine!

I don't know why the mahjong machine ended up in Shirou's warehouse, but Shirou is too lazy to think about it.

In short, it was moved to the living room.

"There's no response when the power is on."

Metatron tugged at Shirou's sleeve and urged, "Fix it with your clattering magic."

"Okay, okay... Synchronization... Begin..."

Shirou fixed the mahjong machine while yawning.

Joan of Arc and Metatron excitedly circled the table.

"Okay~ Let's play mahjong~"

"I want to play! I want to play!"

Shirou frowned and pointed out the biggest problem so far: "Mahjong is a game for four people, isn't it?"

"………………ah."

Joan of Arc and Metatron's smiles froze, and the atmosphere that had just been raised plummeted to freezing point.

“Why don’t we move it back?” Joan of Arc suggested.

"So tired..." Metatron picked up the remote and walked towards the TV.

"Then I'm going back to sleep." Shirou waved to the two of them.

"Haha... I was just saying." Joan of Arc sat back down in front of the television.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Joan of Arc: "Shirou, go open the door!"

Shirou: "If you're nearby, go drive it."

Joan of Arc: "Let's play rock-paper-scissors."

Shirou: "Instead of wasting time on this, you should hurry up and open the door!"

Jeanne: "Hmph~ Shirou's afraid of losing to me, huh~"

Shirou: "Huh? Bring it on! You think you can beat my genius, the one known as Little Zhuge Liang of Homurahara! Rock, scissors—"

The outcome of rock-paper-scissors is obvious.

"Thinking about it carefully, why would I bother playing rock-paper-scissors with someone who has the 'Revelation' skill?"

Shirou opened the door while muttering to himself.

"What...you, you're Mei—"

"It's Ms. Avalon."

"teacher!!"

Shirou rushed forward and hugged the pure white Flower Magician, throwing himself into her arms.

"I really miss you, teacher! Where have you gone?"

The female magician gently stroked Shirou's head while giving him a helpless smile.

"Oh dear, even their personalities have been reversed. This is truly an unprecedentedly serious situation."

Even though it's cute like this, I think I've gotten a good deal...?"

Did you just say something?

"You didn't say anything, sweetie."

"Speaking of which, why are you here, teacher?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"You know, right? I've mastered the highest level 'Single Manifestation' skill, which allows me to manifest freely anytime, anywhere."

Of course, even so, I cannot ignore the power of the archangels... so this situation is somewhat special.

I am not the real Lady Avalon, but her "echo"—

It is the teacher (dream demon) who lives in your spiritual world, that is, the so-called "thought entity."

Shirou nodded: "Although I didn't understand it very well, I roughly understand what it means, which is to say—"

"Still the same old peeping tom, teacher."

Ms. Avalon's lips twitched: "I always feel that the level of scathing tongue has become even higher. Is it just my imagination?"

More importantly, my Arthur. I heard there's mahjong here, so I came—want to play?

……

……

Shirou introduced Lady Avalon to Jeanne d'Arc and Metatron.

Joan of Arc frowned but said nothing, while Metatron looked on warily.

"When did you learn to play mahjong, teacher?" Shirou asked curiously.

"How do you think I've spent these thousands of years passing the time?"

Ms. Avalon, hands on her hips, proudly declared that she had mastered all forms of entertainment invented by humankind.

"Well, please give me your guidance."

So, the four of them sat around a table and started playing mahjong.

Shirou's mahjong skills were taught to him by Ye Sizhen, Jeanne's mahjong knowledge was given by the Holy Grail, and as for Metatron—she is theoretically omniscient and omnipotent.

Shirou: "Thinking about it calmly, why are we playing mahjong in the first place?"