The Infinite Sword System That Ravages the Dimension

Emiya looked at the silver-haired girl sitting on the sofa drinking juice, and suddenly felt a little headache.

Short white hair, as beautiful as the moonlight, near the temple, there is a black cat-shaped headgear, petite figure, and a somewhat unrecognizable face, such an existence reminds Emiya of the goddess of the underworld.And for some strange Shuli, it may be the most ideal goal.

However, this girl is not a powerless existence, but a demon who can easily deal with ordinary people.

"So, your president sent you to monitor me?"

"That's right, but don't think about doing anything bad, if anything, I'll blow you away!"

The kitten glanced at Wei Gong with a three-none expression, and said such words.

"It seems that you have a bad impression of me."

"because--"

The kitten's eyes glanced back and forth between Artoria, the only bedroom and a bed in the house, especially focusing on Artoria, and then looked at Arturia Looking at Emiya.

"—I can't help but remind people of some nasty things."

Arturia (looking at her chest): "..."

"..."

"Okay, you can stay if you want."

Wei Gong didn't want to say anything more to her, anyway, she didn't lack a mouth here.

Looking back at the alarm clock, the hour hand was already pointing to the left, and it was almost dinner time.

"I'm going to make dinner, is there anything you don't like?"

"No."

"Okay then, I'll have grilled salmon tonight."

Walking towards the kitchen, I left this sentence.

The kitten didn't care at all, and took out a large bag of potato chips from the package it brought, and then turned on the TV to watch it.

Artoria waited for the food to be cooked by the table as usual.

But now, she was a little curious about the demon in front of her.

Demons, in the impression of human beings, are a complete collection of evil. In myths and legends, there are too many stories about demons tempting human beings to sign contracts to play with human souls, which is not a good word anyway.

In people's minds, demons should be living in a hell full of lava, with extremely ugly appearance.

However, if you don't say it, no one will regard the girl in front of you as a member of the devil.

"You... are you called Kitty?"

"Ah."

While watching TV, he nodded slightly.

"Are you really a demon? To be honest, you are a bit different from the demon in my impression."

The demon Altria has actually seen it before, but I am afraid that it is not a real demon, it can only be regarded as a man-made man with demon attributes added to the legend of human beings.

This is the first time I have seen a native demon in this world.

"Really? And what about this look?"

Just as he was speaking, the kitten stood up, and suddenly spread a pair of black, bat-shaped wings behind him.

Just looking at the wings, the kitten at this time finally has some connection with the devil.

but······

"Huh? Pretty cute."

Seeing the kitten like this, Artoria looked at her in amazement, as if seeing some cute little animal.

Feeling this kind of gaze, the kitten felt a little uncomfortable, then gathered its wings, and continued to watch TV.

Watching TV while eating snacks is her hobby.

And it just so happened that Artoria also had this hobby, but the difference was that what she ate was not potato chips, but refreshments made by Emiya herself.

The tea was taken out, placed on the tray, and the tea was brewed.

This is a habit she developed when she was in Wei Gong Zhai, and she will not be unfamiliar with it after a long time.

Then, he put the tray in front of the kitten.

"Try this, it's made by Shirou himself, it tastes really good."

"Ok?"

The kitten's attention was attracted, and it looked curiously at the refreshments on the tray.

The far more sensitive nose plays a role here.

What will happen to the skills of a crown chef in front of a foodie?

The fragrance of honey came over the surface, mixed with the smell of cream and red beans, and poured into the kitten's heart together.

Staring at the refreshment, the body seemed to move on its own, and if it wasn't for a hint of leaching, it would almost lose its mind and pounce on it.