Shirou's clones number 30 million

"Shut up! You have no right to call your grandfather your father."

Erina looked at him expressionlessly, then sneered:

"Compared to a group of students, you may indeed be the best, but what about the faculty? You can't compare to Mr. Dojima's culinary skills, can you?"

The anger in Azami Nakiri's eyes intensified, and he became even more convinced that she had latched onto a powerful figure and no longer respected him as her father.

However, since she's clinging to this powerful figure so well, I really can't do anything to her.

“Erina has really grown into a remarkable person. This is all thanks to my guidance when you were young. Although you have grown up now, I will always be your father.”

"Never forget this point, no matter what. People who forget their roots will never amount to much."

This guy!

Erina was furious. This man really dared to speak so boldly. He was clearly just a fake, but he acted so convincingly. His tone of voice was exactly the same as her real father's.

However, the sounds are not the same.

Moreover, I didn't feel the same fear in front of him as I did in front of my father.

"Yes, I will never forget my father's kindness to me. In the future... I will definitely find a way to repay him."

After Erina finished speaking through gritted teeth, her anger subsided considerably.

It's just a fake, why should I get angry with it?

"Your father awaits your gratitude."

Azami Nakiri snorted coldly, took a deep breath, and after calming down, turned to look at Shirou:

"I wonder what kind of lunch Mr. Sakurai would like to have? I need to do some preliminary preparations."

"Your best dish." Shirou paused for a moment, then added, "Anything is fine as long as it's your best dish."

"I understand. Mr. Sakurai wants to observe the current strength of Totsuki Academy, right?"

Azami Nakiri nodded slightly and said seriously:

"Indeed, after Father retired, many people felt that I was too young and that my cooking skills were far inferior to Father's."

"However, I haven't wasted these years. Although I can't compare to my father now, I certainly wouldn't lose to a father who is the same age as me."

"I'll definitely put all my cooking skills into lunch today. But... I woke up this morning with a bit of a cold, so I might not be able to do it as well as I'd like."

At that moment, Erina's expression froze completely.

A cold? Could this be the real father?

No! I didn't feel any pressure from him. It's fake, it must be fake.

The so-called "cold" is definitely just an excuse I'm making to explain why my voice sounds different from my father's.

"I'll help you out then. I've been making Sakurai's lunches lately, so I know his tastes very well and should be able to help."

If it were her real father, she would avoid him like the plague and would never offer to help.

But this is just a fake; all those words were just acting.

Therefore, there is absolutely no problem with just saying it.

"Oh...? Erina is actually willing to do this."

Nakiri Azami looked at his daughter in surprise. In the past, his daughter was like a mouse seeing a cat when she saw him, fearful and obedient to him. Now she had changed into this kind of personality. She had really grown up quickly.

But then again, now that they've latched onto Sakurai's coattails, they certainly won't be afraid of him anymore.

Judging from her perspective, if I were in her position, I probably would have gotten carried away long ago.

“Very good, I’d also like to see Erina’s cooking skills now. How much have you improved in the years I’ve been away from home?”

“It will definitely exceed Father’s expectations!” Erina said without hesitation.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

Her confident demeanor suggests she's had a good life these past few years, at least achieving the top position among her peers.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to talk to himself like that.

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll teach you some new things then, such as the gap between time and experience, which isn't something that can be easily bridged."

"Does Father mean that you are more capable than me because you are older?"

Erina chuckled softly, then continued:

"Perhaps this is true for other industries, but cooking is a profession that requires a lot of talent. My ten years should be equivalent to my father's twenty or even thirty years."

"Ha...you still dare to say it."

The Nakiri family scoffed, their hearts filled with anger and surprise:

No wonder he's latched onto someone powerful; now he dares to make fun of himself.

That disobedient daughter!

"At noon, I will show you the difference between you and your father."

"Mr. Sakurai, I'll go back and prepare now. See you at noon."

Chapter 190 Congratulations on your promotion

Chapter 190, Section 191: Congratulations on your promotion

Watching Azami Nakiri leave, Erina suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity. Her expression stiffened as she looked at Shirou and cautiously asked:

"He... he must be a fake you hired to impersonate, right?"

"So you've been thinking he was a fake all along? No wonder you were so aggressive just now."

Shirou laughed for a while, then, amidst her panicked and confused expression, denied it:

"No, he is your father, the real Azami Nakiri."

"This...you're just trying to scare me, aren't you?"

"Why would I scare you? If you don't believe me, you can ask him when he comes over to make lunch later."

No way?! It's over!

Erina Nakiri froze, speechless for a long time.

I thought it was a fake, but it turned out to be my real father.

I can't believe I treated him that way just now!

"How are you? Not so scared now, right?" Shirou asked with a smile.

"Why...?"

Erina Nakiri was slightly taken aback, then instantly realized what was happening:

"Did you design this?"

“No, it was just a coincidence.” Shirou paused, then asked again, “Are you still afraid of him?”

"Well......"

The subconscious panic I felt earlier has vanished. Honestly, I don't feel any fear at all; on the contrary, I feel a little excited.

"I'm not so scared anymore, thank you."

"Aren't we going to be his assistant at lunchtime later? Let's take this opportunity to get rid of this psychological trauma."

"Now that you say that, my panic is coming back."

"Then, should we give up being his assistant?"

Erina Nakiri was silent for a few seconds, the fear on her face gradually fading, replaced by a very serious expression:

"No, let's do it this way. The pressure my father put on me since I was a child has been too much. Ever since I met him again recently, I've had nightmares almost every night."

"But when you calm down and think about it, there's really nothing to be afraid of."

“My father neither kills nor sets fires, nor does he have any violent tendencies; he just forbids me from socializing.”

“But now I’m all grown up, and he can’t control me anymore.”

As she said, when Azami Nakiri came to the Sakurai house again at noon that day, the fear in her heart had completely dissipated.

The attitude towards him was exactly the same as in the morning.

......

That night, inside the white fog space.

Upon entering, the first thing that catches the eye is a man dressed in a feather fan, wearing a scholar's hat, and dressed much like Zhuge Liang in many literary works.

"A new guy? What's your name? Zhuge Wolong? Doesn't seem like it." Sakurai Shirou rested his chin on his hand, looking him up and down with surprise.

"It's me, it's me!" the person dressed as Kongming said repeatedly.

"Looks like you're not a newbie, are you cosplaying?"

"No, I was suddenly promoted today, and then I became like this."

After shaking hands, memories were shared, and Shirou Sakurai seemed to understand, nodding slightly:

"Oh, it was Red A. This is really... I never expected something like this to happen!"

The shared memories, besides Red A's recent efforts to save the world, also include a very distant and vague memory.

In that memory, he was not Shirou Emiya, but Nero's most important strategist and consort.

During one of his military campaigns, he felt that strategists should dress like this, and he gradually got used to it.

When this story reached modern times, people gradually regarded him as Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of the Roman era.

Thus, his name and appearance both changed to this form.

And in many films and television shows, almost all of them are dressed like this.

"A fictional heroic spirit?"

“That’s right.” Archer gently shook his feather fan. “I am now the fictional Heroic Spirit Shirou Emiya. Since I am no longer the agent of the Counter Force, I no longer need to engage in endless killing like before.”

Congratulations on your promotion.