Fate: Emiya the Host

"Why did she suddenly get mad?", Shirou rubbed his head, unable to understand why Medea drove him out, aggressively saying she needed to adjust the Emperor Belt to make it contain Servant souls.

"Forget it, since it's come to this, I'll make dessert first."

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it. What could be more important than going to see the cherry blossoms at dawn?

'Make matcha cake, then some crepes, tea… let Sella prepare lunch.'

———

At daybreak, Medea came out of the magic workshop.

Because she needed to adjust the Emperor Armor, she hadn't yet turned the Einzbern castle into her own magic workshop.

However, the forest had already been set up with her boundary field for detecting enemies.

Arriving at the living room, four people were sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. Faces full of enjoyment.

Smelling the aroma, Medea, who as a Servant didn't feel hunger at all, thought that eating breakfast wasn't really a waste of time.

"You're here?", Shirou handed her the portion he had prepared.

"No need to rush, today we can relax and have fun… how about going to see the cherry blossoms together?"

"Tch!", Medea clicked her tongue, "That kind of thing is fine after we win the Holy Grail, for now we have trouble."

"Hm?"

Shirou stood up, "Who is it?"

He meant, what Servant. Currently, the suspect was Goldie. [T/N: Maybe Gilgamesh]

"A normal… person?", her tone was hesitant.

"?"

'It really is Goldie.'

Shirou's expression turned serious, golden light flashed, the Emperor Belt appeared at his waist.

"Projection start!"

"Berserker, wait!", Medea still had something to say.

Shirou didn't listen. Card inserted, pose struck. Flowing light swept across his body.

"Emperor Armor, fusion!", A golden gate frame resembling a rectangular card appeared in front.

Shirou rushed forward, transformation complete.

"Oooh~ Berserker is so cool!", Illya's eyes turned into stars, instantly forgetting that yesterday Liz had bought her a magical girl to pass time.

'I don't want to be a magical monkey. I want to become an armored warrior.'

That's right, when playing with Illya, Shirou had already introduced her to the concept of armored warriors.

Obviously, Illya had been blinded by the handsomeness of armored warriors.

Medea opened her mouth wide and whispered, "So Noble Phantasms can be used like this, what a flashy guy."

She began to suspect Shirou was an emperor from some point in history.

But searching her brain, there wasn't a single emperor who matched.

Even though she had heard the true name of the Noble Phantasm.

'Wait!'

Medea slapped her forehead.

Now wasn't the time to think about this. She said to Illya, "Master, quickly get Berserker to stop. That person outside really is just a normal person."

She had hesitated earlier because she never expected a completely normal person, truly a normal person, riding a modern-made silver mount, would accidentally barge into the Einzbern castle.

"Probably too late," Illya furrowed her little brows, deciding to use a Command Spell.

She was worried that if Shirou found out he accidentally killed a normal person, with his personality, he'd regret it until he broke down.

Magic circuits surfaced, "By the Command Spell—"

Suddenly stopped.

Medea, who was rushing her out, sighed, "Too late?"

Understandable. The burst of speed Shirou showed just now was something they couldn't possibly stop.

"No," Illya shook her head, her eyes filled with doubt, "Berserker saw that person and directly hid, and told me not to say anything about his presence."

"W-What?"

Medea was too shocked, "That guy got so scared he hid? Master, are you joking?"

Illya had a strange expression, "Sorry to say, it's true."

"Could it be that person has something that Berserker fears?", Medea stopped mid-step.

In her eyes, Shirou was already the strongest Servant in this Holy Grail War.

Even the sword-wielding Knight Saber might not be his match, let alone Lancer whose true name had already been exposed.

Yet this brave and heroic Berserker, after one glance, was so scared he hid. No matter how you think about it, it doesn't make sense.

"No, Caster," Illya said, "Berserker told us to receive the guest normally and send her off, also told us not to use magic to hurt her…"

Illya's big eyes half-squinted, "Really strange, I can't imagine Berserker knowing a woman here."

Yes, it was a woman. So Illya suspected, Berserker had gone outside to flirt.

'So mean. There's me, Sella, and Liz, isn't that enough?'

'Not only did he find a vixen, he even has another one.'

Then she just had to go meet this woman.

Medea also realized the problem, her expression turning subtly curious.

"Although I think, judging by that guy's personality, he shouldn't be that casual, still, saying it's nothing doesn't make sense. So… let's go take a look."

At this moment, a big and small pair of vixens, united on the same front, looked at each other and smiled, full of bad intentions.

———

"Weird, it's definitely here, right?"

Arriving at the center of the forest, Fujimura Taiga placed her palm on her forehead, making a lookout gesture.

Beside her was her longtime steed, the yellow scooty.

It was only 7 a.m., and since she had no class in the morning, she took half a day off, brought Kiritsugu's relic to the place where he had stayed, planning to return the relic to its original owner.

These were Kiritsugu's words.

Even though she didn't understand why it was 50 years early.

But Fujimura Taiga wouldn't be wrong, someone had entered the forest, and not just one person.

But now she'd searched the whole forest and couldn't find a single place someone could live.

Next to the motorcycle, Taiga Fujimura jumped up and down like an animal, even checking under the motorcycle.

Still couldn't find anyone.

"So weird!", She carried a specially-wrapped package on her back, rubbing her chin in deep thought.

"Logically speaking, I should've seen someone in the past couple days, could it be Kiritsugu remembered wrong?"

"No way!"

Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!...

Taiga Fujimura wiggled her little nose, eyes lighting up, and confidently said, "No mistake, I smell super delicious food!"

"ROAR—", A tiger hunting for food.

Without another word, she mounted her steed, patted the motorcycle's rear like an emperor going to war, and said with pride, "Let's go, brother! Delicious food is calling me!"

As for where to go, just follow the feeling.

Just from this, you can tell, Taiga, in a certain sense, is an amazing person.

Vroom!

The motorcycle's engine roared, like a spring compressed, released in an instant.

Boom!

Like a bomb, she coincidentally crashed into the weakest part of the Einzbern barrier, just big enough for her to get through unharmed.

It was in that instant that made Medea doubt whether the person was just an ordinary human.

The scene before her suddenly opened up.

Beneath the ancient forest, a grand and luxurious castle.

"Ohohoho, is this for real?"

Taiga's eyes went wide, "What is this mysterious legendary castle!"

Thud!

Shirou landed in front of her.

"Stubborn fool. I didn't come looking for you, yet you dared come to me. Today I'll show you that justice still exists in this world, you, king of Uruk, is nothing special!"

With that, Shirou drew his sword.

Then he saw the dumbfounded Taiga.

"!!!"

'Fu-Fu-Fu-Fuji-nee!!'

His mind almost broke.

'Why is Fuji-nee here?'

No time to think about whether his voice had given him away, Shirou instantly turned around with full force and disappeared in less than 0.1 seconds before Taiga Fujimura.

"...", Just like that, Taiga wiped her eyes, wondering if she was still dreaming.

Then, her heart surged with excitement.

'A castle hidden in the forest that ordinary people can't find, and the knight guarding its gate, speaking of "justice" with such domineering presence, so handsome and dashing—'

'No doubt, this is the beginning of my Taiga's adventure story!'

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