True Magician

Chapter 106

Emiya residence.

The next day.

The rays of the morning sun nestled into the room, thus waking me up. My sleep was a bit restless due to the situation with Yasaka and Kuno, but overall I could say that I managed to get a good night's sleep.

I slowly opened my eyes and stroked the head of a still sleeping Tia, using me as a cuddle pillow. Her response was a cute giggle and purr, just like a cat's, which brought a cheerful smile to my face.

Dragons are definitely not early birds, eh? In fact, their resemblance to cats is striking. They both like to eat and sleep, and their reactions to affection are about the same. It's just that one can accidentally kill you, and the other - only if you try.

Getting out of bed without waking Tia, I made my way to the dining room, where the sounds of cooking were coming from, and created a mug with my morning dose of caffeine in my hand. It was basically impossible to do without it lately, as the days were too eventful.

When my carcass reached its destination, I saw something so shocking that my eyes looked like saucers, my body stiffened like a tree burrowed into the ground, and the mug almost fell out of my hand, spilling all of its contents.

In the dining hall, the newly awakened residents of the residence were slowly gathering. Artoria, the newcomers from the Church, Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Medusa, and Runeas were already seated at the table. The Assassins were obviously in the shadows, and Aika and Ophis still hadn't returned. But it wasn't them that triggered my reaction, it was what was happening in the kitchen.

- "Ha..." Archer sighed longingly, looking in front of him, "Toast isn't going to fry any faster if you keep staring like that, Berserker."

In the expanded kitchen, Emiya, Morgan, Elaine, Rea-chan, and Le Fei were at the stove, busily preparing food. While the last three were simply standing aside or busily preparing ingredients, the first two...

Morgan, who was wearing Emiya's apron with 'Bone of My Sword' written on it, was staring intently at a skillet standing on the fire, on which two toasts were toasting. On Archer, however, hung another bright pink colored apron also with an inscription, but a different one, 'The Noisy Sheaths of an Incompetent King'.

Emiya looked at the stove with sadness in his eyes and looked as if his very soul had been taken from him. I could directly see a black cloud hovering over his head, spilling drops of longing and resentment. His fingers were clenched into fists, and his teeth made an audible grinding sound that spread throughout the kitchen.

Morgan, on the other hand, was fine with it. She ignored everything outside the frying pan, focused solely on it. It was as if her very life depended on what was in the pan, given her unblinking eyes.

- "But in that case, I could miss a moment and it would burn completely, becoming inedible, right? I can't understand the reason for your disgruntled expression, Queen Shirou."

- "You're taking up space at the stove, and because of that, I can't continue making breakfast."

- "That doesn't sound like my problem," Morgan said, "And you don't have to hide the real reasons for your displeasure, Queen Shirou. Though, they are not entirely clear to me, since all I did was take your apron and take over the kitchen."

Then she paused and looked at him with a face so innocent that if I'd had anything in my mouth on principle, I would have definitely choked. Archer, on the other hand, actually did, apparently with saliva.

- "Oh? Or does it bother you that you've lost control of the kitchen, your own territory? That you are now obliged to submit and wait patiently for me to finish?" Morgan shook her head and made a fake sad face, "How petty... just like your king, eh?"