They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

She lay on Bai Jie's bed with her eyelids tightly closed, seemingly unconscious. Indeed, as Jiude Mai and the others had said, Nuonuo's injuries didn't appear serious. At least, from the outside, they only had minor wounds, and her face was sickly pale.

Not awake yet? Or...

Silently shifting his gaze, Emiya noticed that the inner room in the RV was not small. In addition to Nono's bed, there was also a flat dining table next to it, on which were neatly packaged food boxes and baskets filled with fresh and sweet fruits.

These simple yet exquisite gifts were piled up like mountains. Some of them were even freshly picked and still had the smell of the wilderness. Such fresh food looked expensive and the quantity far exceeded the appetite of a little girl. Perhaps they were prepared for all the VIP guests and patients in the RV.

Emiya suddenly had an idea.

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When facing strangers, Nono is used to using profiling.

Before she passed out, Nuonuo vaguely remembered a little boy's voice echoing in her mind. Unfortunately, when she tried to profile it, she felt nothing. Perhaps it was just an illusion or strange dream talk.

She quietly opened her eyes again - to be exact, she opened her eyelids a crack, and what she saw was an unfamiliar ceiling.

He trembled in panic, making a small noise.

After a moment, she closed her eyes and used the profiler. The soft but mismatched bed was obviously not the one she had at Chen's house. The wounds on her body were perfectly bandaged and treated with professional and meticulous techniques, and her skills were comparable to those of a medical wizard.

Under the accurate profile, in the relatively large room of the RV, a lot of information was received by the senses and gathered in the brain for analysis... Nono concluded that this was a brand new single room that had never been lived in before, and it was obvious that she was treated very well.

'You will get what you want when you wake up.'

The boy's voice, half laughing, seemed to echo in his ears again.

Nuonuo once again recalled some of the scenes before he fell into a coma. The clicking sounds were like random film clips, replaying in his still chaotic brain.

Da da da.

Then came the sound of the spear-wielding god's horse's hooves as he rode away.

A huge booming explosion.

Oh, and at the end there's a guy with the same red hair as her...!?

Squinting, I saw a red-haired man fiddling with cutlery at the table. What was he doing?

He muttered something to himself, and then a bunch of exquisite silver knives appeared out of thin air in his hands - Nuonuo couldn't help but open his eyes wide - "projection" seemed to Nuonuo an unprecedented magic trick.

The knife was as obedient as a servant in his hand. The morning sun happened to shine dimly through the double-glazed windows. The juice bloomed temptingly under the knife light. The bright orange or golden flesh flew out piece by piece and landed precisely on the plate, emitting a dizzying sweetness.

Then he opened the square packaging box, cut the fluffy pastry into geometric shapes, lightly embedded the fruit pulp into the cream layer, and after piecing them together, he used a piping bag and a flower nozzle to squeeze out exquisite lace on the edges and top.

After a little repetition, the table was soon filled with the same exquisite and numerous sweet preparations.

Next to this dazzling delicacy, he unloaded a handful of crystal clear, sparkling, plump cherries from the fruit basket.

These wild cherries, together with the high-calorie chocolate chips and sugar beads, are like a colorful scroll dotted with stars, spread on the slightly monotonous cake, adding a soft layering and a long-lasting sense of happiness.

"Okay, done."

Emiya Shirou canceled the knife that he had temporarily projected in his hand, and it instantly shattered into nothing.

He looked up at the bed and met Nuonuo's eyes, which were fully open and full of curiosity.

"Want to eat together?"

"it is good."

Nuonuo's injuries are minor now, but she is unexpectedly in a weak state and unable to get out of bed. Fortunately, the bed is a standard liftable hospital bed design. By pressing the button, the small bed board behind Nuonuo's back will rise and tilt, allowing her to be in a comfortable semi-reclining angle.

The dining table was a sliding type with built-in rollers. When Emiya turned the table sideways and moved it, the table legs were offset from the bed board, and the table top happened to be above the bed.

The unexpected conversation unfolded at such a unique and sumptuous table.

Nuonuo puffed up his cheeks as he chewed. "It's delicious... I feel like a professional chef."

In fact, Emiya was also feeling very hungry after the intense battle. He said while eating, "Then I am actually the chef of the Zhou family, the pastry chef responsible for your post-operative recovery."

"You're not," the sweet smell made Nuonuo smile, "Although you have a high talent as a chef, professional chefs have their own special habits."

"Okay, so what am I?"

"You're good at fighting, right?" Nono swallowed a mouthful of food and looked at Emiya without blinking. "Your eyes are sharp, your movements are skillful, and your limbs and muscles have been honed for a long time, but your expression is completely relaxed. This is the aura of complete relaxation after the battle... right?"

"Not bad... the profile is very accurate."

"So, Odin is dead, right?"

Nuonuo's words changed, as if he was nervous and expecting something.

The girl's calm demeanor was broken by a sudden emotion, as if... the one-eyed god had become a huge nightmare in her heart.

Emiya put down the cake in his hand and hesitated for a moment, "Yes, dead."

Nuonuo lowered her eyes and spoke in a gentle tone, "Great, can you tell me...how he died?"

Emiya was slightly stunned, and finally gave a brief account of his battle. Although he thought about telling it from an outsider's perspective, he thought Nono's profile would also notice it.

"...I see, so that's how it is. Odin was blown to pieces..."

Nuonuo muttered to himself, his expression began to show a little excitement, and finally he actually forced himself to stand up straight.

The bedding slid off, revealing a slender milky white limb beneath the loose hospital gown. The large and small wounds on the smooth skin were slightly covered by bandages, triangular bandages, gauze pads, etc.

Emiya watched in surprise as she moved the table away, struggled to get out of bed and faced him. Suddenly, her knees went weak and she fell to her knees!

Huh?? Why are you being so polite, young lady?

Emiya reacted very quickly. He jumped forward and supported her to prevent her head from hitting the floor.

"...Sorry, I'm still a little weak."

Nono's answer left Emiya speechless.

"If you know your injury hasn't healed, just lie back down."

"No, I want to thank you formally... I'm not some spoiled little princess." Nono bit her lip and whispered in his ear, and was weakly lifted up by Emiya's arms.

boom.

Just then the door opened.

"Hey, we heard a splash. Come over and check. Is everything okay?"

Zero was followed by Jude Mai, whose voice was a barrage of catastrophic loudness for the current scene.

"Damn it, I seem to have disturbed you two's good time. Sorry, bye!"

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Chapter 73: Is there really a clock tower? (6k)

The door slammed shut again.

It would have been fine if Jude Mai hadn't done this, but they hurriedly closed the door in a serious and cooperative manner, as if to confirm that there seemed to be some non-existent ambiguous atmosphere when the two of them were together.

"..." Emiya felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He carefully helped Nono back to the bed. At the same time, through this short farce, Emiya had a deeper understanding of Jude Mai's trick of getting Nono onto his "pirate ship".

"Thank you."

It was obvious that Nono was not a shy girl. She let Emiya play with her soft body and then covered her with bedding. Her bright eyes just stared at the red hair on Emiya's head, lost in thought.

It seems like I can see some flowers.

In fact, the sound made by Jude Mai when she entered the room just now gave Nono a sense of familiarity, as if she was the "Ninja Master" who had helped her.

But after careful listening, I felt a significant difference (Shude Mai: Voice changing skills, a must-have skill for professional ninjas!).

…Come to think of it, the “Ninja Master” had already said goodbye to her.

Nuonuo realized her situation: the Chen family was a thing of the past, and her status as the eldest daughter of the Chen family had naturally vanished. The Ninja Master refused to take her in, so her fate was to be alone.

But now, she was being treated by the Zhou family—the Zhou family wasn't some philanthropic family, they must have seen something of her worth...

Nuonuo felt deeply tired.

The struggles among the aristocratic families were probably somewhat similar to the conflicts of interest among brothers and sisters that she had seen before... Before she realized the true nature of the Chen family, Nuonuo had been immersed in the harmonious and praising atmosphere of flowers and brocade. Everyone was vying to please her, and the gorgeous rhetoric was as intoxicating as the beautiful melody notes.

Later, she understood the situation. This was an illusion created by Chen's father. Everyone's intention was simply to win the friendship of Nuonuo, her father's favorite daughter, and get one step closer to the supreme power of the family...

She was almost tired of watching that scene.

Is she about to step into another whirlpool now?

Looking at Emiya, Nono noticed that he also had slightly darker red hair.

The similar colors startled Nono.

This hair color is not common. The Chen family is large, but none of her brothers and sisters have similar hair color characteristics.

Nono, who lacked support in her heart, inadvertently felt a sense of identification with Emiya. She subconsciously looked for more similarities.

"By the way, have you always been popular in the Zhou family?"

Emiya nodded. Yes, the progress and effectiveness of the magic system instruction were good, and given his strength, this development was a natural progression.

But is Nuonuo finally starting to care about the Zhou family she will soon be staying in? This is a good start.

"Are you also the person that the Zhou family's Patriarch values ​​the most?"

"...There's probably no one else at the moment." Emiya thought to himself that Wa was almost eating him.

"Then... have you ever thought about leaving this family?"

"what?"

Emiya looked at Nono with a slightly surprised expression. The latter was still staring at his red hair while sitting on the hospital bed, her eyes wandering around, sometimes converging on his eyes, as if she was craving for a correct answer.

He did think about leaving the Zhou family after a while, but he didn't know how to find the opportunity to bring it up. Shouldn't Nuonuo be eager to find out about her own situation? Why was he talking about this instead?

"I do want to..."

Snap! Nuonuo's limp arm suddenly seemed to regain strength. She raised her fair little hand and grabbed Emiya's hand, which was about to take the cake and held it tightly.

The cake crumbs still left on their hands fell innocently during the hurried collision, floating lightly in the air and scattered on the bed sheets.

Nuonuo's eyes sparkled, as if she wanted to hold on to the person she identified as her kind.

As their palms rubbed against each other...more cake crumbs fell.

"Your choice is right. Don't be fooled by the sugar-coated words of the patriarch!" The girl taught Emiya in a friendly tone as if she were an experienced person.

"Ah, ah?" Could it be that he was talking about marrying into the family? Of course he wouldn't do that.

But the topic kept jumping back and forth, and Emiya began to wonder what was going on in this little miko's mind.

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Poke.

Jiude Mai pushed away the little hand that was gently poking her waist from behind and continued to look inside through the crack in the door.

Poke.

Hiss! Jiude Mai's mouth twitched slightly, and she looked back helplessly.

Zero was poking her waist with an expressionless face, reminding her that it was enough and to stop peeping.

"Just let me watch for a little while!" Jiude Mai whispered in a low voice, "The friendship between the young hero and the little witch is going very smoothly!"

Just now, she deliberately created a "misunderstanding scene upon entering the door" development. This was also because she was peeping the whole time and was able to grasp the opportunity just right to promote a closer atmosphere between the man and the woman.

Zero just raised a finger and put it in front of his little lips, shh!

Then he pulled the corner of Jude Mai's combat uniform, meaning - just do it once, and know when to stop.

"Wow! Sanwu, guess what I saw? You definitely won't guess—the male and female guests just held hands! Amazing! Young Master Emiya has managed to capture the hearts of young girls in such a short time using methods that are completely unpredictable to others!"

Jiude Mai's interest in gossip grew, and when she turned around and spoke, her tone was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"This is the charming moment of the young hero! In the coming days, maybe we'll be able to see the love battle between the little snake girl and the little witch!"

However, this scene seemed to have nothing to do with her, and I didn't know what she was so excited about.

Zero, who is not very gossipy, didn't say a word.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and suddenly exerted force with her arms, pulling Jiude Mai's body to the side, away from the door frame. The latter almost stumbled and fell.

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

In response to Jude Mai's question, Ling pointed to the door.