Harem Spirits but with whom!!? (Date a live fanfic)

Omake: Fem-Shirou in Chaldea

"Man, I am just 18, and my back is already killing me..."

Said a certain master of an organization that aims to save the whole of humanity from vanishing.

"Just who the hell is that Emiya Shirou?"

The question echoed through his mind as he walked between the hallways of Chaldea.

Just a moment ago, back in the cafeteria when he was planning to ask the Red Archer about that name...

Things took an unexpected turn. It seems letting that name out of his mouth triggered something inside several servants in the cafeteria, leading to all of them jumping at him, asking about the presence of such a person in Chaldea.

At some point, he thought he was about to get squeezed by all the servants crowding around him. But Da Vinci came in time and saved him, explaining the whole situation.

"Now, I can feel the negative emotions hunting me for wasting all those Saint Quartz in nothing. I didn't even get a good banner..."

He bent his back as he trailed his arms forward in defeat. He sighed in exhaustion, not sure where to head next.

He was hoping to get his lunch after asking Archer about the name as he was a little hungry, but he didn't dare to go back there.

The atmosphere there suddenly shifted after they knew it was a false call, and whoever they were hoping to be here wasn't.

He felt kind of bad, especially with how they reacted. Especially Artoria Saber, for some reason he felt she was the most disappointed even if it wasn't shown on her face.

The only person who was happy for some reason about the news was the Red Archer.

"I swear I felt he was about to jump in joy..."

As he navigated the corridors of Chaldea, his musings were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning a corner, he found himself face-to-face with the Child of Light, AKA Cú Chulainn Class Lancer.

"Ah, there you are, Master. Finally recovered from the chaos in the cafeteria?" Lancer flashed a sly grin.

"Recovered, yes. But I'm still wondering about Emiya Shirou. Why is her name causing such a stir?"

Lancer chuckled, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you my part of the story."

"Honestly, I'll be more surprised if there is anything left in this world that can make me disbelieve."

"Bet on it."

"So, you know that woman?"

"Well, The one I know is a man."

Ritsuka arched an eyebrow, perplexed. "A man? Emiya Shirou is a man? But from the setting, it says it is a woman."

"Well, the one you were about to summon probably hails from a parallel world from the one I know, either way...," Lancer's eyes gleamed with mischief, "a female version of that boy is really something I want to meet."

"Y-Yeah," Ritsuka stammered.

(Nothing good came when he smiled like that) Ritsuka thought to himself.

Lancer slapped Ritsuka on the back, his grin widening. "If you manage somehow to summon her, you better let me be the first to know." With that, he raised a hand and turned his back away.

Ritsuka sighed, watching Lancer go on his way. "No wonder I suffer from back pain..."

Deciding to put aside the curious case of Emiya Shirou for the moment, Ritsuka headed towards his room with the intention of getting some well-deserved rest.