Back then, he was the one who saved her, who gave everything for her.
Now, it was her turn to protect him.
Miyu secretly resolved in her heart: "I can’t tell anyone else about this!"
From Alaya’s previously released side story "How Many Peepers Were Charmed by Emiya the Great’s High Jump?", it was clear that countless people were watching him.
Some were admirers charmed by him, others were enemies opposing him.
If these people learned that the boy from the videos was currently living peacefully in Fuyuki City, they would undoubtedly swarm over like sharks smelling blood.
At that point, her brother’s peaceful daily life would be completely torn apart by these people.
Miyu couldn’t accept that.
He had fought for humanity for countless years—it was time for him to retire and enjoy his own ordinary yet warm daily life.
Though both the brother and sister met, her brother did not remember her anymore as he smiled and asked where she came from!
"I’ll be getting close to His Majesty after his arrival. I’m actually quite nervous."
Illya seemed slightly uneasy.
That was the leader who commanded numerous heroic spirits, who defeated the U.S. in direct confrontation—his power was beyond imagination.
But there was still time, no need to be nervous yet.
She turned to her best friend: "Where do you want to go? I’ll take you."
"How about we go find Roya? She seems to have been with some heroic spirits these past two days. Maybe we can meet them too." Miyu suggested after some thought.
She was probably overthinking it—the other girl had never met Souma, so she wouldn’t know about Roya’s connection with that otaku.
Sorry, my dear best friend, but I can’t let you meet that person just yet.
Illya decided she would confirm things first before considering telling her.
However, judging by the astonishing charm displayed by Emiya the Great in the side story, he shouldn’t have remained obscure all this time.
Could it be that she mistook him for someone else?
Illya found herself tangled in confusion.
Maybe she should take Miyu to see him?
Qin Shi Huang was about to arrive.
This news once again set the entire Fuyuki Magecraft Academy abuzz.
In fact, it became even more lively than when the three top-tier Heroic Spirits had descended before.
There was no helping it—Qin Shi Huang was the guardian deity in everyone’s hearts, so powerful that his presence alone brought reassurance.
In comparison, no matter how strong the King of Heroes, King Arthur, or the Dark Saint were, they were still Heroic Spirits from other nations and couldn’t possibly protect you.
"Another powerful Heroic Spirit is coming, huh."
Souma felt increasingly helpless.
Is this your doing again, Alaya?
The once peaceful Fuyuki City had already lost its tranquility with the gathering of so many Heroic Spirits.
"Speaking of which, Alaya wouldn’t take this chance to expose my relationship with Qin Shi Huang, would she..."
A terrifying thought crossed Souma’s mind.
Given Alaya’s unscrupulous nature, this was absolutely possible!
Looks like it’s time to pack up and get out of here.
Fuyuki City is no longer livable!
During the lunch break.
Souma returned to the hotel suite where he was staying.
As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the enticing aroma of food.
Souma looked surprised.
The brat was a certified dark cuisine master—her cooking lived up to her identity as the Great Demon King of Destruction.
And why did this smell feel so familiar?
He stepped inside and saw a little loli in the kitchen, wearing an apron and busily working while standing on a small stool.
"Holy crap, did Fou turn into a loli to repay me?"
Souma was startled for a moment before delight took over.
But wait, if Fou turned into a catgirl, shouldn’t she be a white-haired loli?
Hearing the door open, the little loli turned her head and smiled. "Welcome home, Onii-chan."
Souma stared at her blankly.
Why was this little loli, whom he had only met once, suddenly in his home cooking for him?
Didn’t she completely fail to recognize him?
He turned around, stepped out of the room, and slammed the door shut.
Taking a deep breath outside, he pushed the door open and walked back in.
Unable to hold back, Souma asked, "What are you doing?"
"I’m making braised beef with potatoes and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. They’ll be ready soon."
Miyu replied while continuing to work.
Despite being a little loli barely 140 cm tall, she moved with the practiced ease of a wife.
This was the timeline where the two of them had relied on each other for survival, and these were the dishes he had loved most when she made them.
Back then, though they shared no blood ties, they were closer than any family.
With mixed emotions, he looked at her and asked, "Why are you doing this for me?"
"Roya and Illya went out earlier. I had nothing to do, so I started preparing dinner." Miyu stepped down from the stool, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked over.
Tilting her head slightly, she reached out to take Souma’s coat and hung it on the rack.
The whole process felt as though it had been repeated countless times.
Like a wife waiting for her husband to return home every day.
"Hey, didn’t your family teach you not to get so familiar with a stranger so easily?"
Nowadays, that kind of thing could land you in jail for at least five years.
Such a gentle and virtuous—little wife, are you trying to send me to prison?
Miyu tilted her head slightly to look at him, then sat on the sofa, picking up the teacup to take a small sip of hot water.
The water was clearly too hot, making her pink tongue quickly retreat.
"Don’t do this again in the future."
Souma instinctively wanted to reach out and pat her little head, but restrained himself.
Having fought through all of human history, his body already covered in scars, he found it truly difficult to resist such tenderness.
Could this little one, like Fou, feel some affection for him even without recognizing him?
Too bad, you’re not a little kitten.
If people saw a single otaku having his laundry done and meals cooked for him, they’d definitely call the police!
"I should be quite good at cooking," Miyu emphasized.
In this happy world, she enjoyed the meticulous care of her family.
Since childhood, she had learned cooking from her mother to prepare for becoming an excellent wife someday.
"But you’re too young. If you want to cook, wait until you’re older."
Souma gestured with his hands to illustrate.
The little loli wasn’t even 140cm tall, appearing extremely petite and adorable.
Miyu nodded obediently.
She stood up from the sofa, walked over, and tiptoed to straighten his slightly messy collar.
Souma reached out to stop her but hesitated, unsure whether he should touch her.
Just then, the door suddenly swung open.
Illya hurried in, carrying some snacks, only to freeze in place as she stared at the two people in the room, hardly believing her eyes.
From her perspective—
Souma had his hand outstretched as if he were about to pull Miyu into his arms.
Meanwhile, the little girl was tilting her head up, standing on her tiptoes, seemingly preparing for—
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