97 The Arrival of the Crossdressing Boss?
Spirit Origin Conversion, altering the body structure, Shirouko descends.
Household expert, tall figure, gentle and considerate, kind and upright, only showing a somewhat sharp-tongued, joking, teasing side to those close, and has many versions.
A tangerine-orange long-haired girl next door, tying up her hair in a dangerously stylish "madam" hairstyle, wearing an apron every day cooking Japanese, Chinese, and Western dishes for you in the kitchen.
A healthy, sun-kissed silver-haired sexy older sister, wearing a red battle suit, can also change into a red bikini, can warm the bed and restore mana, can wake you up, work part-time, fix appliances and furniture, clean, and cook — all-round capable.
A delinquent girl with dyed red and white hair, willing to oppose the entire world to save her beloved younger sister.
White-haired, dark-skinned, clad in a tight suit shining with golden light, able to cameo as the "Witch Hunter Angel" Alter older sister.
The adopted daughter of Kotomine Kirei, wearing a nun's habit, preaching to the world, founding the "Justice Cult" as an erotic nun.
Also, a young loli who, when very small, was taken in by her foster father Kiritsugu, took on the heavy responsibility of the household kitchen, admired justice warriors, and transformed into a magical girl.
Hehe… A female Shirou is simply an essential homebody product.
"Senpai! Gudako-senpai!"
"Hey! Stop dreaming, wake up!" Mash shouted loudly.
"Ahhh!!" Gudako jolted awake from her daydream, hurriedly swallowing the drool that had escaped.
"Crossdress! Crossdress!" Gudako lunged forward again, grabbing Shirou's sleeve with a hungry look, urging persistently.
"Hmph! If it's a disguise, I can handle it myself." Shirou looked at the girl, flashing a full-of-confidence smile.
Crossdressing is impossible!
The boy directly used the Holy Grail to change his spirit origin attributes: his hair turned silver-white, and his skin became a darker wheat color.
He walked into the formal wear shop, turned around once, and finally changed into a black suit with a white shirt underneath.
The silver-haired, handsome boy came out from inside.
Sharp-featured, handsome face, exceptional, now wearing a mischievous, slightly smug smile as if teasing his own sister — very charming. If he held a bouquet of roses in his hands, it's believed that few women at the ball could resist his invitation.
"Hmm, indeed, Assassin knows the boy as blond. Now, with this and my makeup skills, it should be fine. But it's a bit of a pity." Holmes said.
"Right, it's rare to have this much fun." Moriarty said.
Mash nodded in strong agreement, then added, "But now, Shirou-senpai looks very similar to Chaldea's Emiya-senpai, just a bit younger."
"Ugh! So annoying! So sly! Shirou-senpai!" Gudako angrily waved her hands, pounding the boy.
When he stood with Gudako, they looked like an older and younger brother playfully wrestling.
"Stop fighting! Both of you seniors are great!" Mash on screen spread her arms, trying to stop them.
"Mash? Why are you making that look like 'Senpai don't fight over me,' secretly enjoying it?" Da Vinci teased from the side.
"Da Vinci, can't you just say less?" Mash complained.
"Ahem," Moriarty and Holmes together began explaining the plan.
"Shinjuku Assassin loves social scenes, often hosting these kinds of banquets, but when appearing in public, he always disguises himself, never showing his true face. So the Master must use keen observation of Servants to find him and do their best to take him down indoors."
"If he gets injured and escapes, then leave it to the two of us outside to deal with."
After that, the boy and the girls, holding forged invitations by Holmes, smoothly sneaked into the venue.
At the ballroom ceiling, all the crystal chandeliers lit up. In the otherwise pitch-black Shinjuku, this place might be the brightest spot.
At this moment, Artoria and Jeanne sized each other up under the light.
"By the way, you look so cold and expressionless, you're like a wax figure." Jeanne mocked with a laugh.
"You look exactly like an evil witch. Why don't you just go back to France and cause trouble?" Artoria sneered.
"Hmph hmph hmph..."
"Hehe..."
The two girls stared at each other, their gazes clashing as if sparks flew — no, it felt like it was about to burst into flames.
"Calm down, calm down." Shirou helplessly tried to mediate. The girls in Alter states were usually fine, but once fired up, they'd lose all control.
Through the earpiece, Holmes and Moriarty whispered hurriedly.
"Master! Quickly find a way to calm them down. If they start fighting before Assassin arrives, this place will turn into a blazing battlefield."
"I know! Shirou-senpai, it's up to you! Go!" Gudako said, then rushed behind the boy and pushed him hard like an old man with a cart.
The boy was directly pushed between the blond girl and the silver-haired girl, squeezed in between them.
"Shirou? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Artoria looked at him.
"What's with the rashness?" Jeanne said with disdain.
"Um..." The boy pushed up suddenly, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, music started playing at the ball, and upper-class men and women began taking hands and stepping into the dance floor.
Shirou recalled his previous life studying abroad in England.
Sometimes during balls, if there was a risk of two conflicting ladies — like Tohsaka and Luvia appearing at the same time — he would be called by the Clock Tower organizers to help move one away before a scene broke out.
At that time, he would step forward and invite one to dance, while others would take the other one away.
So Shirou slightly bowed and extended one hand, smiling as he invited the girls.
"Ladies, may I have this dance?"
"Eh..."
"Oh..."
The two girls who were just arguing stopped.
"Hah, women..." Gudako coldly smirked, satisfied with another perfectly resolved disaster.
"Hmph, what's up, Gudako? Come teach me to dance." Jeanne approached and grabbed Gudako.
"Eh? Jeanne, why don't you just dance with Shirou-senpai?" Gudako glanced toward the dance floor, where Artoria and Shirou were already in the center.
"Nonsense! It's not like I've never danced before! If I step on Shirou, I'll be totally outdone by that cold-hearted woman, so now you're going to practice with me!" Jeanne whispered to Gudako.
"Then it's okay if you step on me? If I have to dance, I want to be the one wearing the skirt." Gudako muttered.
"Enough complaining, come dance with me now." Jeanne pulled Gudako along.
"Jeanne, you really are a straightforward hard worker..." Gudako was dragged into the dance floor, though she had no idea how to dance these social dances.
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