Fate: Emiya the Host

Arriving at the staircase, the phone was indeed gone.

All of a sudden, Shirou's mood became a little bad.

He sighed to Issei, who was silently following behind him, "Troublesome, huh. I don't even know if Illya and Miyu have replied to my messages."

'Compared to the possibly lost phone, you care more about whether your little sisters replied to your messages?'

"I'll ask the student council for you at noon," In the end, Issei chose to forgive Shirou.

"Then I'll be counting on you," Holding the black tea, he returned to the classroom.

———

Just in time for class—

Shirou sat back at his seat and found a small note on his desk.

Looking ahead, Ritsuka cutely pointed forward and back with her finger, gesturing at the note, then quickly turned around. Because class had started.

Confirming it was for him, Shirou opened it.

[Check inside the desk.]

Lowering his head, it was the phone.

His phone. He didn't expect it to be picked up by Ritsuka.

Not sure if it counted as lucky.

After all, the screen was broken.

Without checking the phone or messages right away, Shirou summoned the system and listened to the lecture seriously.

If he didn't even have this bit of self-control, how could he become the king of the world?

Even the system would curse him as a hopeless idiot.

So he patiently waiting until class ended.

———

Now it was lunchtime.

While digesting the knowledge learned in class, Shirou thanked Ritsuka and Mash for picking up his phone. And said that today he couldn't have lunch with the group.

Luckily the two didn't insist, chatted a bit, and left with their lunchboxes.

Even with friends, necessary distance must be properly maintained.

This was also why Ritsuka felt embarrassed about following Shirou.

The most crucial point…

"Ritsuka, I feel like Rin-san and Issei-kaichou looked strange when watching Emiya-san!", Mash gossiped about what she personally witnessed today.

"Exactly," Ritsuka somehow appeared dressed like Sherlock Holmes, "There must be some unspeakable secret in this. Therefore, time for the Literature Club's Secret Squad to take action."

The two looked at each other.

Ritsuka smiled, "I wonder how much the Newspaper Club would pay for this scoop."

"Ritsuka," Mash turned all her emotions into one line, "You're too evil!"

———

After using the cracked screen to chat with Illya and Miyu and informing Issei that his phone was picked up by Ritsuka, the two headed to the cafeteria together.

"Really surprising, that you would come to the cafeteria too," Shirou lined up with him to get food.

Issei not only woke up early, but also brought a lunchbox every day without fail, "This counts as part of the job."

Issei folded his arms, "Occasionally, we need to see whether the cafeteria meets health standards, whether ingredients are okay. Since a great chef like you is here, it saves me a lot of effort."

"What exactly do we do?", Shirou asked.

If it was inspection, just looking at the dishes definitely wasn't enough.

The kitchen environment, meat grinders, vegetable washing tools, ingredients, school funding costs, all needed checking.

"Let's see later, for now let's eat," Issei still had trust in the cafeteria.

After all, it wasn't his first inspection.

The two ordered food.

Shirou ordered curry rice, pork cutlet, vegetable salad, and milk.

No choice, if he didn't eat more, he couldn't keep up with training consumption.

Issei also had quite a bit: udon noodles with lots of char siu, and some pickled cucumbers.

The cafeteria wasn't crowded.

Because Chaldea had three cafeterias, practically wearing its wealth on its face.

He heard that recently it was sponsored by rich Germans, and during the long vacation they planned to build a new floor above the gym as a fitness area.

This made Shirou even consider whether to join a fitness club to boost his physical stats.

'But, first, a bite of pork cutlet.'

Nom~ Nom~

'Surprisingly good, the ingredients are carefully chosen. If judged by the system, it'd at least be a B grade.'

"How is it?", Noticing Shirou's surprise, Issei proudly said, "Considering the recent irregular eating among students, and even anorexia problems, the school specially hired a professional chef to design meals."

"Whether it's nutritional balance or taste, it's far superior to other academies. Most importantly, it's reasonably priced."

"Really not bad," Shirou nodded unconsciously.

Even putting taste aside, the handling of ingredients and seasoning showed the chef's care.

It meant they were taking this seriously.

Five minutes later, Shirou had already emptied his bowl, while Issei was only halfway done.

Then Shirou noticed—

[Mana: E+]

"Hmm?", Shirou suddenly stood up and ran to the counter for another serving.

"Emiya," Issei was stunned for two seconds.

Based on what Issei knew about Shirou's usual appetite, what he just ate was already quite a lot. And now he ordered another set?

'Could it be the cafeteria food really suits his taste?'

'That can't be right!'

"Lately training consumes a lot, I need to eat more," After seriously answering, Shirou dove into the food again.

Now he finally understood what Saber meant by "Hunger is the greatest enemy." More than just a great enemy. There was nothing more important than eating.

From now on, studying would be ranked below eating for Shirou.

He devoured three full meals until his allowance ran out before ending the day's battle.

Issei was too numb to say anything.

'No matter how much you burn calories, is it really okay to eat this much?'

"Don't worry, Issei, I'm just at 70% full," Seeing Issei's worry, Shirou reassured him.

'Finally satisfied inside.'

Although mana didn't level up, the abundant energy and warm body wouldn't lie.

"All right then," Seeing that Shirou didn't seem to be forcing himself, Issei had to let it go.

Together, they inspected the cafeteria.

Having a culinary master was convenient.

Many things could be checked with just a glance.

As for the details, Shirou only told Issei and didn't act like a troublemaker.

Being good at cooking didn't mean he could criticize others casually.

Even if there were problems, Issei would handle them, there was no need for him to do anything.

Besides, for a large cafeteria to reach this level was already impressive. Asking for more would be greedy.

To add one more thing, besides being strong, the King of the World also shouldn't judge others lightly. Unless that person deliberately stirred up trouble.

After touring the three cafeterias and getting suggestions, Issei rushed to the student council to take action.

Shirou chugged down the black tea bought in the previous class and threw the can into the trash.

Planning to go to the rooftop.

He wanted to see what was going on with Rin.

Because half of lunch break had passed already, and he was worried Rin had left, Shirou walked a bit faster.

As a result, at the corner near the first-floor staircase, he bumped into someone.

"Ah!", Shirou nearly stumbled back.

"Sorry, really sorry, I didn't notice," Half the documents in her hand dropped, and Sakura quickly apologized while squatting down to pick up the fallen items one by one.

"No problem," Just those two words made Sakura's hands freeze in motion.

Shirou squatted down to help her pick them up, "It's my fault, I walked too fast."

Two months of experience hadn't been wasted.

His mentality was still fairly stable now.

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