Unlike other servants - such as Oda Nobunaga and Okita Souji - who directly decorate their bedrooms in Japanese style, it is a Japanese-style room in the true sense.
It is not only spacious, but also has a classical temperament, and is filled with various things that would have been found in Japan in the last century.
Because Chaldea mainly uses Western-style rooms as its main theme, it wants to give Japanese servants a special room to relax. This is the so-called relief of homesickness.
By the way, if it weren't for the fact that there are too few servants of other nationalities, Chinese-style rooms, Thai-style rooms, etc. would also be launched one by one.
Speaking of Japanese style, then it must be a kimono.
The beauty with purple floor-length hair, wearing a beautiful purple kimono, is sitting on the tatami, holding a tea utensil with her slender fingers, gently making traditional Japanese green tea.
Unlike other countries that use tea leaves to soak in water, Japanese tea uses a brush-like object to make tea as if it is stirred.
The slender Japanese-style beauty complements the room perfectly.
Source Yorimitsu.
Unexpectedly, the famous samurai general in history was actually a woman.
But considering that King Arthur is a woman, there is actually nothing that cannot be accepted.
As long as it is a weapon, she is proficient in all, bows, arrows, spears, katana, she can control them all. After all, this is the existence of the commander of the Four Heavenly Kings. It is conceivable that this Lord Minamoto no Raimitsu is similar to the Demon King.
!
Especially the fullness of the breasts, which is no longer a level that ordinary devils can fight against.
She handed the tea set in her hand to the woman next to her. She was a woman wearing a white kimono, with white skin and long white hair.
He obviously has a Western appearance, but surprisingly, he doesn't look out of place in this room.
Taking the tea utensil, she tasted the tea according to the Japanese tea ceremony, which surprised Minamoto Yorimitsu: "I didn't expect that the princess of the Einzbern family is also proficient in the Japanese tea ceremony."
"You are exaggerating. You just have such a vague memory."
"Is it the common sense given by the Holy Grail?"
"Well...it's not so much the Holy Grail...it's like the memory of the servant during his lifetime! I must have studied Japanese culture carefully, right?"
The woman with white hair and red eyes—Irisviel—said humbly and took another sip of tea.
"I see, then, I sincerely hope you have a pleasant experience."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu said this and quickly prepared his own tea.
"Speaking of which, why did you take the initiative to talk to me?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked his curiosity.
I am just a martial artist, why am I being talked to by such a well-bred young lady?
However, this is Minamoto norimitsu's own modesty.
Look at her appearance, what kind of martial artist is there! This is simply a boudoir lady! Of course, beautiful roses have thorns, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu's thorns are far more attractive than her flowers.
But to be fair, the samurai general of Genji is a young lady who is well versed in etiquette. Compared to the fact that a berserk warrior can speak such polite honorifics and can communicate with others fluently, it is nothing to mention.
"Hey hey...actually...I just wanted to ask..."
Irisviel's cute smile made her look like a little woman who was in love with her husband. She looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then whispered: "I told you, you can't laugh at me."
"That's natural."
"That...Miss Laiguang...is the mother, right? As for me, I want to ask, what is it like to be a mother?"
"Alas! Are you interested? In raising children?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu excitedly took her hand, took a step towards her with his slender body, and leaned over.
"Well... although as an elf of the Holy Grail, I have no record of giving birth to an heir. But... I always have a vague feeling that I should have had a daughter. She was a cute elementary school girl."
"Oh my, girls are really nice. If they are boys, they can be naughty. You don't know, Kintoki, he liked to make trouble when he was a child."
"Is that so?"
"He was always running around, fighting with people, and getting covered in dirt. You know, Kintoki, the one who later became my Four Heavenly Kings. He was born with strange strength and liked to fight, so he always got into trouble."
"I can understand it. It's like being born with a lot of magic circuits. Because of your own abilities, you will be involved in many schemes, and you can't help but have a lot of troubles."
"Yes, that's right!"
Although the two people are talking about completely different things, at least the two people chatting think so, so that’s okay, right?
These two people, one is the docile and accommodating eldest daughter, and the other is the mother who can't stop talking about her children. This combination is a good match. Minamoto no Yorimitsu revealed the pain of raising Jin in these years.
"Did you know that one time that kid was too naughty and I had an important meeting, so I locked him in a big tree in the back mountain and let him think about his mistakes. Do you know what will happen to this kid when I come back?
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"I don't know. Did he break the big tree?"
"That's not true, that kid! Let's play sumo wrestling with a bear that ran over from somewhere! Oh my, my... boys are so naughty. Girls must be much better, right? They're gentle, quiet, and well-educated.
, your Einzbern family is a famous family, so you should have elite education, right?"
Hearing what Minamoto norimitsu said, Irisviel just smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I don't remember those things. I don't even remember whether there is a child or who the father of the child is. I just have a vague idea.
Feel."
"Hey, isn't that the same as Kintoki and me?"
"Don't you know who Kintoki's father is?"
This time it was Irisviel's turn to be surprised.
"Of course, Kintoki is the child I picked up? He is not my biological child."
"I picked him up... Come to think of it, Kiritsugu should also have a picked-up boy. I hope he can live in harmony with my daughter."
After Irisviel finished speaking, Minamoto Yorimitsu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Who is Kiritsugu?"
"...Kiritsugu...who is it?"
Irisviel also looked confused: "Is he your retainer?"
"No, didn't you mention it?"
"I?"
Irisviel thought hard, but she couldn't remember that she knew anyone named Kiritsugu. She just remembered that the black-clothed assassin she met in Chaldea was called this name.
Why did I blurt out his name?
not understand.
And... why does my chest reveal complex emotions of joy, sadness, pain and warmth when I mention this name...
What is this...
"He must be a very important person to you. Even if you forget his name and information, you will instinctively want to mention him. Yes, just like Kintoki."
"Ahaha, I think Kiritsugu is not my daughter."
Irisviel laughed dryly, and for some reason, two lines of tears fell from her ruby-like eyes.
"I'm so sorry, I, how could I do this?"
Irisviel quickly wiped away her tears, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu took out a handkerchief.
The two women stayed in the room lively, and no one noticed that at the door of the Japanese room, an assassin in black armor quietly put on his hood, tightened his cloak, and left.