"There's no refreshment...... There's no pumpkin pie...... Hmm, I'm going to make trouble...... I'm going to be a bad boy, I'm going to make trouble......"

Fujimaru Rika, who was muttering these broken thoughts, collapsed on the edge of the table in the Chaldean kitchen, lazily glued to the table like a melted rice cake, his face turned sideways, his soft cheeks squeezed into interesting arcs, and his orange hair was messily sprinkled on the table.

Sometimes, that's how it is.

People will talk to themselves about the future, and then when things don't go as they expected, they will feel unhappy.

For example, if a mother says that she wants to take her child to a big meal, then no matter how good the food is, the child will always be not satisfied. Because before eating, he always feels that since it is a big meal, it must be a wonderful meal, and even if he goes to a first-class restaurant, it must be different from his dream.

This is not the same as greed, but it is just self-adjusting one's own psychological expectations, and then it leads to a huge gap.

Fujimaru Rika can't eat pumpkin pie now, can't play trick-making without sugar, and now it's at a low point, and it's too serious for a girl to be able to eat snacks, I'm afraid, she has to have-she will fall into this kind of broken thoughts for about twenty minutes.

"Well, after all, why did she suddenly rush in with a pumpkin pie?"

At the edge of the table, a man dressed in red clasped his hands to his chest, his brown face with silver hair, and a visibly confused expression on his face.

On the outside of the overall capable shape, there is also a white apron, which is unexpectedly very suitable...... This man and apron are especially suitable.

"Ah, I, I don't know?"

Matthew had been comforting his senior, and when he heard him ask, he raised his head and responded blankly.

During the conversation between the two, Rika Fujimaru (in a state of death) raised one hand tremblingly, holding a slightly crumpled invitation in his two fingers.

The man in red [Wei Gong] took it, looked at it twice, and shook his head.

"I don't know. No one ever said they were going to party. No one said anything about using a kitchen. ”

Ah, by the way, once again.

This man in red clothes and white hair, although he is an archer, but I don't know why, after coming to Chaldea, he looks like "the kitchen is my battlefield", and he is a skilled cook, and now he has become the head chef of the Chaldean kitchen.

I guess Valhalla made a mistake with the Servant's job introduction, and this man should obviously be a cooker who is more suitable. (PS: In English, the chef is cook, and there is no need to add er.) Don't be misled. ）

Whether it's Tamamo Cat, Boudicca, or Yagi, it's all under his control.

Maybe it's because his stiff face resembles the head chef of a certain show, right?

Although Yagi Yukisai felt that this man [Emiya] was very similar to Siegfried, I don't know why...... Anyway, when I heard them speak, I felt similar......

"Wow, is it really a prank! Is it April 1st?! ”

"No, I'm pretty sure it's October......"

In the face of Fujimaru Rika's self-defeating words, Matthew complained sharply and accurately, and the chef of the Emiya next to him smiled.

"Good...... So, I'll use the Command Spell...... Let's make the world a Halloween! Just give an order against the will of the world! ”

"Seniors are self-respecting! That's not how the spell works! And if your spell really has this function, please just make people burn it and disappear! ”

Chef Wei Gong shrugged, it seemed that it was really not suitable for him to stay here. He was not very good at dealing with women's topics, so he could only silently choose to shut up.

Turning his gaze to the small piece of paper, Emiya tried to find a clue: who was so mischievous?

The invitation was clearly written by someone who had fallen into madness, it was full of whimsical things, and the invitation text on the back was also upside down.

What an elegant trance, what a hunting tasting, what the world's highest singer, a world's highest concert, a let's-party, how subtle it sounds.

But......

Emiya's gaze fell on the last line......

There should be a written address.

But I don't know why.,Someone obviously doesn't want everyone to go over.,So it's very suspicious to erase the text on it.,You can only see the statement of XXX City.。

"I said, wouldn't it be nice to just go to Dr. Romani and analyze it. Follow the magic traces on this invitation to find the venue, right? ”

Emiya is worthy of being a servant, and he got to the point at once, Fujimaru Rika's eyes lit up instantly, one second it was like a limp rice cake, and the next second it was completely restored, like a green bamboo shoot.

"Good! Go! Where's Mr. Emiya?! ”

"Sorry, I have to prepare the ingredients...... I'm sorry yesterday because of the poor care - I shouldn't have trusted that damn cat to honestly guard the kitchen - some king sneaked into the kitchen. There are so few hamburgers and other meat ingredients in the fridge right now, I'm going to have to run it. ”

He shook his head, wanting to follow, but there was no way.

He is now the only one of the Chaldeans who can take on this role.

The Boudicca people are too good, and if they negotiate with the Caesar Chamber of Commerce, they will definitely suffer.

Tamamo Cats are berserkers, and it's easy to go berserk and buy a bunch of ingredients that you don't need. Moreover, she is not to be found now.

Yagi that kid, I don't know where he went, he disappeared with the Tamamo cat, and no one was found in the whole of Chaldea.

In fact, he and Tamamo Cat were supposed to guard the storeroom last night, but because of the disappearance of the two, today's food warehouse was wiped out......

By the way, I don't know what the reason is, it seems that even the monitoring was destroyed at that time, and it is said that it is a spherical violent energy radiation, and even the monitoring was destroyed.

It's done thoroughly.

However, from this diet, it can be inferred who ransacked the Chaldean food storehouse.

Hearing that he couldn't go, Fujimaru Ritsuka's face collapsed all of a sudden, and Emiya, who couldn't stand a woman showing such an expression, sighed: "Then, I'll introduce you to someone by the way." Right, young lady over there. ”

Listening to his words, the inconspicuous purple beauty who stayed in the corner of the cafeteria raised her eyes from the book, glared at him resentfully, and obviously said: Why do you want to push me into trouble?

"Why. Archer。 ”

She seemed to be asking a question, but there was no question at all.

Rider Medusa stood up, closed the book in her hand, and walked this way.

"Whether it's mobility or strange powers, or monoculus and noble vehicles, you're the right person. You're pretty good at things like storming into castles - how about giving you sake from the Chaldean Vault when you come back? ”

Medusa frowned, as if she was thinking about the balance between sake and her own efforts, and after thinking for a long time, she nodded, probably thinking that this work was okay.

In fact, she hates trouble. But, after all, in Chaldea, doing nothing but eating white rice, she was also a little reluctant to go. As a servant, you don't fight, you resist fighting, you just enjoy ...... She couldn't behave like some people.

"Master, Rider Medusa, don't mind, let me walk with you this time."

"Good! Hey! Finally able to act with riders! ”