Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

[You were brought back to Heian-kyo, which was planned according to the jōbō system, by Minamoto no Yorimitsu.]

[This is an urban planning system based on the japanese system.]

[Several pre-planned roads crisscross, dividing the area in the capital into many rows and columns.]

[The residence owned by the Minamoto clan, to which Minamoto no Yorimitsu belongs, is located in the Ichijō area of the Ukyō of Heian-kyo.]

[This is a location very close to the Imperial Palace.]

[You realize that the status of the Minamoto clan in the capital is indeed extraordinary.]

[You were settled in the residence by Minamoto no Yorimitsu.]

[That is a place close to her bedroom.]

[On the surface, she still respects you very much.]

In the corridor of the residence.

In the light of an oil lamp, a servant was talking to Minamoto no Yorimitsu respectfully.

"Miss Yorimitsu, are you sure you want to cook for that onmyoji yourself?"

"Yes."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked directly at the servant in front of her.

"Do you have any comments to say?"

"I don't have any comments."

Seeing this, the servant quickly explained, fearing that the eldest lady in front of her would be angry.

"It's just that I've never seen you treat someone so carefully, Miss."

"And Master, he..."

"..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was silent for a while, then smiled slightly.

"You don't have to worry about this."

"I have my own intentions in doing this."

"You just need to do as I say, the rest has nothing to do with you."

Although still confused, the servant knew that he couldn't tell Minamoto no Yorimitsu what to do, so he had to nod knowingly and leave quickly.

Looking at the servant's leaving figure, Minamoto no Yorimitsu showed a subtle smile.

She knew that there couldn't be a second person in this Heian-kyo who could make breakfast for her master.

Because—

She is also part of breakfast.

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu started to move in the kitchen.]

[Although cooking is an extremely time-consuming and laborious task.]

[But if anyone saw Minamoto no Yorimitsu at this moment, they would definitely not doubt that she was already immersed in it.]

[She made breakfast and prepared two rice ropes on the tray.]

[She came to the door of your tatami room.]

Tap tap tap—

The sound of a woman walking came from the corridor.

Ian turned his head and saw a graceful figure on the shoji door.

"Master, can I come in now?"

It was Minamoto no Yorimitsu's voice.

Only she would call herself that.

"No problem." Ian answered without thinking.

Shua shua shua—

The shoji door was carefully pushed open.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu appeared there, holding the cooked food.

She looked at the man in front of her, her purple eyes filled with tenderness.

She said:

"Master, sorry to keep you waiting."

With a shua sound.

The shoji door was closed again, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu entered the closed room.

"Master, please try what I made today while it's hot."

"..."

Ian did not answer the other party, but nodded silently.

[You began to taste her cooking in front of Minamoto no Yorimitsu.]

[I have to say, the food still tastes as good as ever.]

[If you hadn't seen her swinging a knife, you would have thought she would probably become a virtuous wife.]

[The bravery of a warrior and the gentleness of a woman are so cleverly combined in her.]

Praise is praise.

Ian still tasted the abnormality hidden in the dishes today.

That is the thick concentration.

Every dish is in a state of excessive concentration.

It doesn't seem to be a problem on the surface, but you will know it's not a friendly experience as soon as you eat it.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu would not make such a low-level mistake—because it would make people thirsty.

Ian realized that she might be doing it on purpose.

"Yorimitsu, today's dishes seem a bit special."

"Is there anything else you haven't shown me?"

"No."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook her head.

"Master, everything I want to serve is here."

"..."

Ian naturally heard the hint hidden in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's words.

He soon noticed the rice rope on the tray.

The great onmyoji realized something.

"Yorimitsu, do you mean you are also part of the 'dish'?"

"Master, you found out."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked directly at Ian.

In those purple eyes, there was a bit of joy of being understood.

"To be precise, I am now the key to justifying these dishes."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu touched the collar of her kimono.

"So—"

"Please give me some advice, Master, and taste my last work."

Ian did not answer.

But he really didn't think it was good to leave Minamoto no Yorimitsu like this—and she had prepared so many things.

How can a master not accept the wishes of his apprentice?

Then try it.

The quality of the rice rope is quite good.

Ordinary people use it to tie up the fish they have just caught, or to tie up the vegetables they have collected from the fields.

But now Ian is trying this way of using it for other things for the first time.

Round;

Swollen;

(T/N: it's bondage right)

The last dish prepared by Minamoto no Yorimitsu looks exquisite and rich, a rare dessert.

"Yorimitsu, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, Master."

"But you have frowned, haven't you? Isn't it better to be like before?"

"Blame me for not having the charm to let Master find out."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the great onmyoji in front of her and answered like this.

"So now I can only use this method to provide what I can do."

"..."

Ian silently tightened the rice rope.

Moisturizing, wonderful.

[The guidance of the onmyoji has been replaced by the love of the warrior: Minamoto no Yorimitsu will only provide nourishment for you, and this nourishment seems to be able to strengthen your body.]

[She did fulfill her promise and did what a partner should do for you.]

[But you also realize that Minamoto no Yorimitsu's situation may not be as easy as imagined.]

[You won't sit idly by.]

"Yorimitsu."

Ian admired the rare dessert that was tied up with rice rope.

The tall man easily hugged Minamoto no Yorimitsu in his arms.

"I can feel that the people in the residence don't seem to want to see me?"

This is not Ian talking nonsense.

From servants to guests.

He could clearly feel that these people had a lot of opinions about his arrival.

If it weren't for Minamoto no Yorimitsu's status, he might have given himself a bad look.

And this contradicts the point that she mentioned earlier that her deeds were spread in the capital.

After all, if you are really so famous, you shouldn't feel this kind of attitude.

Unless—

Ian looked at the docile Minamoto no Yorimitsu in his arms.

She had something she hadn't told herself.

indeed.

Just as Ian predicted, Minamoto no Yorimitsu immediately admitted it after he asked.

"Yes, Master."

"In fact, I am the only one in the entire residence who wants to visit you."

An unsurprising answer.

It can even be said that I knew it a little late.

Ian wasn't angry either.

He just wanted to figure out the cause and effect of the matter.

"Then—"

"Is my reputation in Heian-kyo also fake?"

"No." Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook her head, "It's true."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have the idea of visiting Master."

"Then in that case..."

Ian was a little confused.

"My arrival shouldn't be a happy event for you, right?"

"According to common sense, it should be like this."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who was hugged by Ian, answered like this.

"But my father has always been unwilling for me to have too much contact with onmyoji, so this kind of top-down atmosphere has formed."

[You know who the father in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's mouth is.]

[That is her father Minamoto no Mitsunaka.]

[On the way to the capital, you have heard Minamoto no Yorimitsu mention him more than once.]

[In the residence, servants also talk about this man from time to time.]

[In their description, this is a brave and skilled general, but he is also proficient in elegance, a man of both literary and military talent.]

[Such a person does not want his daughter to have contact with the currently famous great onmyoji.]

[Even if you consider it from the perspective of a father's concern, you still find it a bit strange.]

"Yorimitsu."

Ian leaned on his alluring apprentice.

"Then why doesn't he want you to have contact with onmyoji? There must be a reason, right?"

Speaking of this, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's expression became a little dissatisfied.

She replied coldly:

"Father didn't tell me why."

"He just kept ordering me to think like this."

"It seems you are not convinced."

Ian gently tied the two rice ropes together, and then, in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's delicate moans, freed one hand.

"Is it because you feel restricted?"

"No." Minamoto no Yorimitsu turned her face away.

"I just don't like being manipulated like this."

"Enduring such orders, and then just going to find Master alone, is already my greatest respect for my father."

A dictatorial and peremptory father;

A straightforward and unwilling daughter.

Ian couldn't help but feel emotional.

In a sense, this is really a father and daughter who are exactly the same.

"Then Yorimitsu, your father may be right."

"You spent a lot of effort, but found an onmyoji as frivolous as me—it would be better not to look for me in the first place."

After saying this, he added a few exaggerated movements to the conjoined rice ropes, as if to verify his statement.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body trembled, but her logic did not become confused because of this.

"Master, you are indeed frivolous."

"But it's just limited to being in front of me, right?"

The warrior, with a bit of gentle warmth, recalled the bits and pieces along the way.

The great onmyoji who said he was frivolous was actually a cold person who was indifferent to the women who passed by him along the way.

Kyoto is full of flowers, but it seems that none of them can catch his eye.

If such a person is said to be frivolous, then I am afraid that everyone in the world is frivolous.

"Master, if I'm not mistaken, you're just trying to fulfill the promise of 'taking care'?"

Before Ian had any thoughts about other women, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was the only one qualified to take care of him.

Then—

Relatively speaking.

He also had to respond to this care.

If Minamoto no Yorimitsu likes to be demanded, then demand her fiercely.

In this way, a relative balance can be achieved.

"Yorimitsu, you are really smart." Ian couldn't help but praise.

"I think even without me, you would definitely have a way to kill oni, right?"

"Nothing like that."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's back felt the warmth of the great onmyoji's magic weapon.

"The way of oni slaying that Master told me earlier has already benefited me a lot."

"If I were to comprehend this truth alone, I'm afraid I might not be able to get a result even in my whole life."

"However—"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu raised her head slightly and looked at the man behind her.

"Master, I do have a question I want to ask you."

"What question?"

"Um... do you only know how to control water?"

[You realize that Minamoto no Yorimitsu is still amazed at your previous slaying of the Kawa-akago.]

[Perhaps for her, this ability displayed by you is a confidence that can make her stand up straight in front of her father.]

[After all, the stronger you are, the more meaningful her actions are.]

[You decided to do something to prove all this.]

"There's no such thing."

Ian denied the claim that he only knew how to control water.

"Yin and yang are born in the flow of the five elements."

"So—"

"In addition to water, I am also good at the other four ways."

"Yorimitsu."

The great onmyoji pulled up the rice rope in front of her chest and lifted the mountains and rivers together.

"Bite it."

"..."

Although she didn't understand Ian's purpose, Minamoto no Yorimitsu would not doubt his orders.

She bit the rice rope he needed for dining.

Her Warrior face;

Became a Dessert.

Then—

It's still the usual master-disciple communication.

As Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body lifted slightly, and her garden became wet again, and then a few pure white drops dripped.

She was a little ashamed of her vulnerability in front of Ian, but she was also happy because of this demand from him.

At least for now.

Only she and he have tried this kind of thing, right?

At this moment, Ian's voice sounded.

"Yorimitsu."

"Let me remind you of one thing—the essence of an onmyoji is not to 'create' something, but to 'control' something."

"We can't make things that don't exist."

"Conversely—"

"If there are things that exist, we can often find the possibility to control them in the way of the five elements."

Whoosh.

In the windless corridor, the oil lamps went out one by one.

Ian had a few warm flames in his hand.

He walked to the white flower painted by the dripping essence of Minamoto no Yorimitsu's sweetness and stretched out his hand towards it.

A miraculous scene appeared.

The place where the flame came into contact with showed no signs of burning.

Only the pale white on it was being baked until it slowly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The room was filled with a sweet and slightly intoxicating fragrance.

In Minamoto no Yorimitsu's shy gaze, Ian walked back to her again, placing the flame in the air on her chest.

The rice rope broke.

Ian waved his hand, and the flame disappeared without a trace.

The oil lamp lit up again.

The great onmyoji looked at the apprentice in front of him and took off the broken rice rope for her.

"Yorimitsu, take me to see your father."

"I want him to know—"

"The onmyoji you found is the best in the world."