Anime Crossover: You're actually a dragon in all the worlds!

"Hmph, I wouldn't want to become your apprentice. My grandfather and father are the world's top chefs."

As Erina Nakiri spoke, she sat down on a stool to the side, and as soon as she sat down, an alluring fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

"It smells so good..."

Gululu...

Erina Nakiri's stomach growled even more loudly.

"Haha, Erina, you must have been waiting impatiently, right? Come on, try this golden fried rice."

Lin Ye placed the two plates in front of Erina Nakiri. Looking at the large plates before her, Erina sighed helplessly.

"Golden fried rice...isn't it just egg fried rice? I don't believe you can make something fancy out of egg fried rice."

Erina Konakiri thought for a moment. After all, he cooked for her when she was hungry, so she should give him some face when giving her feedback later...

Thinking of this, Erina Nakiri used her small hands to open the lid of the lunchbox...

hum!

"What's this!"

In an instant, Erina Nakiri was shocked by the scene in front of her. The moment she opened the lid of the plate, a golden light flew directly into the sky from the plate!

The golden light and enticing aroma instantly transformed the entire kitchen into a golden ocean!

“This…this…” Erina Nakiri looked at the fried rice on the plate, and for a moment, her little hand holding the spoon trembled.

Gilgamesh had eaten golden fried rice before, but being a novice, he didn't understand what it represented. However, Erina Nakiri knew perfectly well that this kind of radiance was something no chef in the world could achieve!

Only after the light had completely disappeared could Erina Nakiri clearly see the golden fried rice in front of her.

Golden fried rice, also known as egg fried rice, requires each grain of rice to be separate and coated with egg.

"This...was I seeing things? It's just fried rice."

"Don't just look at it, try some..."

"Ah?...Okay..." Erina Konakiri picked up the spoon and gently put a small bite of fried rice into her mouth.

"Woo!!!"

In an instant, Erina Nakiri seemed to hear a melodious tune, and when she opened her eyes again, she felt as if she were standing on a castle in the air!

"A delicate fragrance unfolded on my taste buds, like the gentle caress of bright sunshine on my face. This taste... is unlike any other dish I've ever had before..."

Erina Nakiri subconsciously took a second bite! This time, her culinary illusion became even more different. She felt as if she had returned to her mother's embrace, and she could feel the warmth of maternal love surrounding her. It was a long-lost feeling that she hadn't experienced since she could eat on her own...

When Erina Nakiri broke free from the food illusion, she gently touched the corner of her eye; without her noticing, her eyes were already filled with tears.

"How...how could this be??"

"Onions, it might be because I added a little onion." Lin Ye pulled out two napkins and handed them to Erina Nakiri in front of him before saying, "Was it a bit too stimulating? How about... I get you something milder?"

Chapter 160 The Magic of Cooking and Love

"So...so delicious! How did you do that?!"

Erina Nakiri stared in shock at Lin Ye before her. For the first time in her life, she felt the warmth of love through food. But this was clearly just a dish.

"Magic! You must be a magician! You put magic in these dishes, right?!"

"Magic? Haha." Lin Ye chuckled, patted Erina Nakiri's head, and then said gently to her, "If love is considered magic, then I am indeed a magician."

"Love... magic?" Erina Nakiri didn't understand what Lin Ye meant, and she looked at Lin Ye in front of her blankly.

Lin Ye spoke gently to her.

"That's right, food is the easiest thing in the world to bring happiness. When you can put your love into the food you cook, you will understand the charm of cooking." Lin Ye was just casually trying to fool Erina Nakiri in front of him. Although he had all the cooking skills of Little Master, he could only make it, not teach it.

However, the innocent and naive Erina Nakiri believed Lin Ye's words. At this moment, she looked blankly at Lin Ye in front of her and asked...

"Then... how can we incorporate love into food?"

"Huh? This..." Lin Ye thought for a moment, how to fit in? How would I know how to fit in? "Right, when you find someone for whom you're willing to use all your knowledge to cook a dish, just to see them smile at you, you'll understand, right?"

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"Huh???" Little Erina certainly didn't understand what Lin Ye meant by those words, but she still kept them firmly in her heart.

Looking at Erina Nakiri, who seemed to understand but not quite, Lin Ye picked up the sakura mochi he had just made and said to her...

"Take your time eating, I have something to do so I'll be leaving now."

Lin Ye was about to leave after he finished speaking, but as soon as he took a step, he felt a small hand gently tugging at the hem of his clothes.

"Um... what's your name? Will I... ever see you again?"

"Me?" Lin Ye smiled at Erina Konakiri before saying, "My name is Lin Ye. As for whether we'll meet again... I'm about to go to a very far away place. Perhaps, if fate allows, we'll meet again. By the way..."

Lin Ye took out a cherry blossom mochi from the ones he had just cooked and handed it to Nakiri Erina in front of him, then pinched her cheek and said...

"This is the first time I've made it, I don't know if it'll taste good, but I'm giving it to you."

After Lin Ye finished speaking, he turned and left the kitchen. Watching Lin Ye's retreating figure, and then looking at the steaming hot sakura mochi in her hand, Erina Konakiri gently wrapped it up and put it into her handbag.

"Lin Ye... I will stand in front of you one day and tell you that I... can also cook food full of love, just like you."

Erina Konakiri silently picked up her spoon and struggled against the golden fried rice in front of her. With each bite, a tear would fall from her cute big eyes, but she didn't care, because...

This fried rice is absolutely delicious!

"I didn't expect Erina Nakiri to be so cute when she was little."

Back in his bedroom, Lin Ye lay on the bed and quietly closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. What happened next was none of his concern.

Meanwhile, in the Einzbern castle, the royal banquet had ended, and the king had seen the Knights of the Round Table off.

On the balcony, looking down at his king, Kiritsugu Emiya sighed helplessly.

"What are you thinking about?" Irisviel asked, looking at Kiritsugu Emiya in front of her.

Upon seeing Irisviel appear, Kiritsugu Emiya lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and only after thick smoke billowed from his nostrils did he speak to Irisviel.

“I investigated, and it is true that the Einzbern family summoned Angra Mainyu during the Third Holy Grail War.”

“I know,” Irisviel nodded.

"Therefore, the Holy Grail may have been corrupted, and if the corrupted Holy Grail were to descend, it would be a catastrophe for this world." Kiritsugu Emiya was still somewhat skeptical of Lin Ye's words, but after investigating further, he believed Lin Ye's words to the point of being 80%.

Seeing the worried Emiya Kiritsugu, Irisviel gently said, "It's alright, we still have the Dragon Balls, right? We have Saber..."

“Saber is no match for the Lion King.” Kiritsugu Emiya said coldly. “The final battle is tomorrow. No matter the outcome, the Holy Grail will descend. I must change this ending… So, I will take Saber to destroy the Holy Grail. If I fail… no, I cannot fail.”

After speaking, Kiritsugu Emiya turned and left. He was a champion of justice, and he would surely save the world.

And on the other side,

· ·····Requesting flowers·· ·······

"Rider, your only wish is to have a physical body, so should we fight over the Dragon Balls or the Holy Grail?" Waver asked Iskandar curiously.

Hearing Webber's words, Iskandar laughed happily.

"Hahaha! Little Master, why do we have to choose? Can't we have them all?"

"Huh? But... we only have you as our servant!" Weber couldn't understand. You want them all? How is that possible?

"Why not? Let's first snatch the six Dragon Balls from the Lion King, then take them to the place where the Holy Grail descended and find the winner between Saber and Archer. That way we can get both of them!"

"Huh? But how can you be sure it'll be 2 vs 2 tomorrow? What if it's 3 vs 1..."

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"Impossible!" Iskandar shook his head with unwavering determination. "Undeniably, they are all true kings, and the pride of kings... cannot be tarnished. Besides, even if the three of them were to fight me alone, what would I have to fear! Dragon Balls, Holy Grail, I really can't wait for them."

Iskandar is right. A king naturally has the pride of a king, and so, the Tohsaka family...

On the floor, Tokiomi Tohsaka, now completely cold, lay sprawled. On the table beside him, a plate of fried rice, already empty, remained. Across from him, Kirei Kotomine, enjoying his mapo tofu, wore a blissful expression.

"Eating delicious Mapo Tofu while looking at your teacher's corpse, isn't that a pleasant thing, Gilgamesh?"

"Hehe, as long as you're happy." Gilgamesh, on the other hand, appeared indifferent. He had descended into this world, and in truth, he didn't care who his master was; all he cared about was whether he could gain pleasure from this world. Therefore,

"Kirei Kotomine, what are you planning to do tomorrow?"

"What should we do?" Kirei Kotomine thought for a moment. "The seven Dragon Balls are currently in the possession of two people, so we absolutely cannot let them decide the winner first. So, let's see which one Iskandar is looking for, and our target will be the other one."

"It doesn't matter, the outcome is the same no matter who my opponent is." Gilgamesh said calmly, completely disregarding the other three kings. He only had one thing on his mind right now, and that was…

"Dragon Ball? Looks like I'm going to have another one in my collection."

A storm is brewing, the wind is howling.

Chapter 161 Mordred vs. Diarmuid

A dark and windy night for murder

Last night's banquet of kings saw the four kings agree to settle their differences tonight. Naturally, the remaining two wandering servants, Lancer Diarmuid and Berserker Lancelot, will be left to the Knights of the Round Table to deal with.

boom! ! !

With a loud explosion, Kenneth's magic workshop was shattered by the high concentration of explosives.

Times have changed. Wouldn't it be better to use bombs to counter magic?

“How could my king have such a master? We told him we could just leave Diarmuid to us, why did he have to resort to such methods?” Tristan said.

The Knights of the Round Table had a clear division of labor. He and Mordred were to deal with Diarmuid. Originally, they felt that having two Mordreds would be useless. However, as soon as they arrived, they discovered that Kiritsugu Emiya had already planted a time bomb there, which made them very unhappy.

brush!

Suddenly, a lithe figure leaped out from the sea of ​​fire, and that figure was none other than Lancer, Diarmuid, in this Holy Grail War.

"To launch a sneak attack before the challenge has even arrived is not the way of chivalry."

Diarmuid frowned as he looked at Tristan and Mordred in front of him. He and Kenneth had been discussing whether to form an alliance in the magic workshop when suddenly there was a roar, and then this place became like this, so it was understandable that Diarmuid was angry.

When he rushed out, he saw Mordred and Tristan, and naturally he would assume that they were responsible for everything.

Looking at Diarmuid before him, Mordred, carrying his greatsword, said...

"Don't talk nonsense. Would we use such methods to kill you? It was my father's master who acted on his own initiative. It has nothing to do with us."

"Is that so?" Diarmuid believed Mordred's words. After all, he was a knight, and his credibility was guaranteed.

However, he didn't have time to think about that anymore. Looking at the two knights in front of him, Diarmuid drew his two guns and looked at them, saying...

"You two, would you like to come together?"

"Together? Don't overestimate yourself!" Mordred stepped forward, pointing her greatsword at Diarmuid. "No need for Tristan to intervene. Didn't you and my father have an unfinished battle last time? Today, let me settle things between you and my father!"

"Alright!" Diarmuid was completely unconcerned. "Being able to duel with the renowned Rebellious Knight of the Round Table makes this trip worthwhile!"

Mordred…………

You idiot, can't you live without being rebellious?

At this point, Xiao Mo didn't want to talk to Diarmuid anymore.

Crackling!