My mental health is being subjected to a variety of tests, but everything is fine as long as I can sit quietly in an embrace with Saber.
Huh... I even remembered how it started with us. It seems to have been not so long ago… And it feels like I showed complete idiocy then. To make a Servant say "nya"... what was I thinking?
But... everything is fine now.
The break is over and it's time for lessons.
To my surprise... well, okay, to my satisfaction of the most daring and wet expectations, Saber has one of the physical education lessons. Who, if not me, should look at her in a sports uniform? My sacred duty.
The funny thing is that she's a year younger. Framed, of course.
The most not funny, she is in the same class with Sakura. Studying, of course.
Sneaking out of the lesson is not a problem, and choosing a higher point with a good overview to sp... admire Saber. Excellent vision helped a lot. After all, I have the same powers as EMIYA.
Note number one — you should not relax, otherwise there is a threat of falling from a great height. Sitting on the other side of the fence is a so-so idea.
Saber in uniform really looks incredibly cute. Of course, for the lesson, she again braided her hair into her hairstyle and tied it with a ribbon. But, in the end, it suits her. It looks great.
Note number two - close attention is punishable. How could anyone have noticed me at all? I was far enough away and they should be studying there, not staring around.
Big deal, I'm looking after them. What's wrong with that? Who should care?
Note number three - not stupid people here. Not caught, not a thief, as they say, but, for some reason, I began to be suspected of something bad.
Now to prove that it is not a camel…
Anyway, school ended almost without incident. Nothing like that, you can say. He even visited the archers to shoot a little, which again aroused genuine admiration from Mitsuzuri. She definitely likes my progress... I hope she doesn't go to the dark side.
But after that I went home, along with Saber, of course. She's been waiting for me all this time.
At home... at home I was expecting a circus. I haven't come yet, but I feel with my liver that it can't be so good. Good weather, good company, almost a good day... no, it definitely can't be all right.
- We're home! — as soon as I entered, I notified everyone according to the rules of politeness, but... it wasn't there.
We were greeted by an unusually calm Sella, as if she had something in mind.
- I'll teach you how to cook!
Why "something"?! Yes, she does not hide her intentions!
I took Saber into circulation! And she, for some reason, did not object.
- Sella, are you kidding?
- Shirou-sama, I have to be sure that you are in good hands!
I didn't even have anything to say to the statement of this caring maid who had lost her shores.
Only to precipitate.
And the following hours, sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking towards the kitchen. I was kicked out of the kitchen itself, under the pretext of "do not interfere with the educational process"...Yeah.
This is not Taiga, who will have enough of one training fight in the dojo and she will fall off. Just because someone else was able to kick her sideways. And she's a Fuyuki Tiger…
Sella's methods, of course, are peculiar.
— Does she teach her how to cook? - Liz sat down next to me, turning on the TV, already chewing something again. Truly, she needs calories.
- It looks like it, — I continue to squint in the direction of the kitchen. - Damn Sella.
— Don't you like it?
— It seems to me that this is too much.
- Ah... Brother Shiro cooks well himself, — Liz nodded at her own thoughts. — In your pair, you are the housewife.
- Kh, — I almost choked. —And you're in league with Sella?
— No, I'm too lazy, - turning away, she stared at the screen ... leaving me to stay in shock.
— Aren't you ashamed to mock me?
— What are you talking about? We love you,- Liz answered phlegmatically without even turning around.
Even if you stand, even if you fall... although I'm sitting, so none of this, but... this is beyond measure!
They have a strange love for me... very strange.
Illiya, who looked at the light, also fell into a precipitate.
- Does Sella teach you how to cook? - With round eyes, she stared at this surreal sight.
- Uh-huh, he says, for my sake, — I answer, having begun the acceptance stage.
- For the sake of my brother... Sella! I want to too! - and ran to the kitchen.
Sighing, he covered his face with his palm.
What kind of "love" is there? Yes, they want my death! How is it possible to survive here at all? Maybe moving to Ryudo Temple isn't such a bad idea?
No, no, no! Put aside such delusional thoughts!
I'm not ready for this!
— Ay! - a suspicious cry was heard from the kitchen.
- Well, what again? — I went to the kitchen, now having a full right to be there.
Bedlam… And Saber got burned. Illiya, like an angel, listened to the terrible Sella.
- I'm fine,- Saber replies, confused.
- Mmm, I think I'll get a first aid kit.
Just think, Saber has non-combat injuries! Oh, yeah... what did I expect? The world itself is mocking me, definitely, definitely, without a doubt.
After treating the "wound", which almost disappeared before my eyes... well, I had to mask it.
And five minutes later, Illiya cut herself. He also treated her wound and sealed it with a plaster.
- Thank you, brother.
- Be careful there.
Sella is some kind of monster, she has already managed to cripple them. And what's next? Should I look for a sedative already? Or a heart medicine?
When half an hour had passed, the doorbell rang.
— Do you need something? - Edelfelt appeared on the threshold and, seeing my frowning face, did not appear.
— I came to see my little sister.
— She's in the kitchen, - I let her into the house, and I return to the cozy sofa waiting for a new portion.
- You again? - Sella noticed a new character. The reaction went. — How many more of you will be around Shirou-sama?! — but that's not all, otherwise she won't be herself. - Okay, I have enough for everyone!
Hit.
Now, in a small and so kitchen, it became cramped. Sella's tenacious hands did not let go of Edelfelt.
— Do I have to order pizza for dinner? - Liz was watching it, too.
- You order… And I'll try to survive.
A few minutes and Edelfelt, like a dying swan, falls on the table.
— What the...?
And I went to sort it out again.
A non-aristocratic bump appeared on the aristocratic forehead... and how did it manage?
- Just bumped into the locker door, - Sella pointed to that very door.
The kitchen is cursed.
The third injury.
- Be patient, — I say Edelfelt and put my palm to my forehead.
- Eh? Shero, you're cruel!
I had to put pressure on the bump, or rather, not yet a bump, but soon blood will gather there and then there will be a bump.
What can I do? Life is like this…
In general, these injuries are extremely suspicious. Very suspicious…
Okay, I won't think about it.
It's not even surprising that I was chosen for the role of taster. Something I expected… Liz saluted and advised to hold on.
Very appropriate…
They sat me down at the table, so they put me in front of a choice... several dishes that I need to try and express my expert opinion.
Em…
Looks full of expectation... and confused faces, especially Saber's. Mmm... maybe for the sake of this, it should have been tolerated.
- Try it.
Well, okay, let's get started.
I met this ordeal with honor and dignity. I took it and tried a little bit of everything, even when goose bumps ran down my back and my jaw cramped, I didn't give up… I didn't give up, even when it started to get dark before my eyes… Who, in general, adds so much pepper? He doesn't even need a prescription here! I decided to go to the end and did not show my reaction in any way, because they are counting on me.
The doorbell rang.
- Oh, that's my pizza,- Liz went to open it.
- Sister Liz! - Illiya looked at her in a wounded way.
- what? I want to eat.
- We screwed up,- Edelfelt concluded.
— No, everything is very tasty, — it was on the last word that my tongue began to go numb. What the hell did they add here?!
- Shirou-sama, tell the truth.
- Everything is great… I want tea, — I cope with the action of cooking. — And the food prepared for me can't be bad.
Moreover, I know who it can be given to.
— Shiro, - Saber has a lot to say, I see, but this embarrassment of hers is not at all conducive to this.
- Brother…
- Ah, Shero…
- Shirou-sama, did you like it?
- Yes, - I nod. - Drive my tea. You occupied the kitchen and you don't let me do anything…