RNP Chapter 87 Red Dragon's Daily Crisis
Chapter 87 Red Dragon's Daily Crisis
The mornings at the Tohsaka family's house should have begun steadily with the ticking of an old clock.
However, with the arrival of this king who possesses the heart of the Red Dragon Furnace and is "alive".
The cost of living and the everyday art style of the Tohsaka residence are undergoing a dramatic transformation.
Since he is not a Servant who relies on his Master's magical energy, Arthur's way of maintaining his physical strength and combat power becomes exceptionally pure.
eat.
Inside the restaurant, Tokiomi Tohsaka maintained a standard, elegant posture, but the corner of his eye was twitching slightly.
On the table, three layers of empty plates had already been stacked high.
Aoi had prepared a hearty Western-style breakfast for her family of five...
But within ten minutes of Arthur sitting down, the carefully prepared fried eggs, German sausages, and thick-cut toast disappeared at an incredibly steady and efficient pace.
"I'm so sorry, madam, but my body seems to be craving more calories than I expected."
Arthur put down his knife and fork with textbook elegance, not even a single crumb stuck to the corner of his mouth.
"Since the furnace is constantly running, if it doesn't receive enough nutrition, it may affect its ability to maintain its condition."
In the future, I will inform you of the portion sizes in advance to avoid any inconvenience.
"No...please don't worry about it. I'm so glad to see you so energetic."
Tohsaka Aoi smiled gently, but when she turned to look at Tokiomi, a hint of worry appeared in her eyes: "I have to go to the market again today."
Tokiomi put down the black tea he had barely touched and quickly estimated in his mind how much the "King of the Red Dragons" would spend on food in a week.
It's roughly equivalent to a medium-quality ruby in his laboratory.
He thought it was a great deal. After all, who could refuse a top-tier combatant who had descended into physical form, was in peak condition, and didn't have to worry about running out of magic power?
He picked up his teacup again, his expression returning to normal.
"Mr. Arthur, the Tohsaka family can afford this level of expenditure."
Please treat eating as a form of spiritual practice, and do your best to maintain your peak condition without any worries.
Rin stood to the side, pointing her chopsticks at Arthur's stack of empty plates, looking at him with an expression that was half shock and half admiration:
"...You just ate three portions of my food."
"Probably," Arthur calmly admitted.
"Are you even human?"
"Yes." He thought for a moment and added, "But the furnace core is constantly consuming energy, which is uncontrollable."
Rin stared at him for three seconds, then pushed the remaining half slice of toast from her plate towards him.
"Eat it." She turned her face away, her voice muffled, "Judging from your expression... another half piece won't hurt."
After breakfast, Rin stopped Arthur, intending to show off the superiority of a modern magician in front of this "ancient man".
"Hey, Arthur! Even though you are king in Britain, in this day and age you have to listen to me."
Rin put her hands on her hips, pointed at the vacuum cleaner in the corridor, and looked sly.
"This is a product of modern technology. If you break it, your father will be in big trouble. Do you want me to teach you how to use it?"
She had expected to see Arthur look confused or wary in the face of the buzzing machine; according to Tokiomi, this king came from the late Age of Gods.
However, Arthur only glanced at the model of the vacuum cleaner before naturally walking over.
His long, slender fingers deftly pulled out the wire, located the socket, and pressed the switch.
"The Panasonic model, right? I saw a similar one in Tokyo, but the filter on that one seemed to collect dust more easily."
As Arthur spoke, he deftly propelled the vacuum cleaner.
His hands were extremely steady, and the corners were made with a natural curve, leaving no blind spots.
Not only that, he also adjusted the power to suit the thick, hand-woven carpet from the Tohsaka family.
Rin froze on the spot, all the words she had prepared stuck in her throat.
"How...how could you use something like this?"
"I lived in Tokyo for a period of time," Arthur said, turning back to give Rin a gentle smile.
"Driving, cooking, repairing basic electrical appliances... For a knight, adapting to the battlefield environment is an essential skill."
And aren't modern cities also, in another sense, 'battlefields'?
Rin opened her mouth, but could only let out a defiant snort.
Compared to Rin's competitive spirit, Sakura's happiness is much simpler.
In the kitchen, Arthur was helping Aoi prepare the ingredients.
As a guest with a huge appetite who would be staying there for a long time, he did not want to see the lady of the house overworked because of him.
Aoi had refused Arthur's help before, but because Arthur insisted so much, she didn't refuse again. She just said softly, "Then I'll trouble you," and then turned back to the hearth.
The sound of a knife hitting the cutting board echoed from the kitchen.
Arthur's knife skills in processing vegetables were so fast they almost overlapped, and each cut of the potato was perfectly executed.
"Brother Arthur, is this... is this little box that makes a sound also 'technology'?" Sakura asked softly, pointing at the microwave oven.
Ever since Arthur came to this house, Sakura seems to want to stay by his side every moment, and she always "inadvertently" raises her "questions".
The way she looked at Arthur always carried a cautious expectation in her eyes.
"Yes, Sakura, it uses microwaves to make the water molecules inside the food vibrate and generate heat. Although it doesn't have the resonance of the fire element, it is very efficient."
Arthur crouched down, showing no impatience despite Sakura's ignorance, and patiently explained gently.
At this moment, Sakura will also show her innocence and the joy of getting the answer.
When the microwave made a "ding" sound, Arthur took out the warmed milk and handed it to Sakura.
"You don't have to be so careful in this house." Arthur stroked Sakura's hair, his eyes filled with pity.
"Home is a fortress to protect you, not a place to confine you. If you want to learn these technologies, I can teach you."
Sakura took the milk, feeling the warmth emanating from the cup, and a warm feeling welled up inside her.
She looked at Arthur, then at Rin, who was standing at the door eavesdropping, her face clearly saying, "I want to hear too, but I won't say anything."
She suddenly felt that her once quiet home had become crowded and real.
Kui, standing by the stove, quietly turned her gaze back to the pot. A wisp of white steam rose from the rim of the pot, blurring something small and moist in her eyes.
Dusk, in the study.
Tokiomi looked out the window. In the courtyard, Arthur was deftly pruning the overgrown shrubs with a pair of pruning shears.
He was wearing a modern long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing his long and powerful arms, and his movements made him look exactly like an elegant descendant of European nobility.
"Tokiomi's adaptability to modern society is even stronger than we expected."
Aoi walked to her husband's side and exclaimed, "I never imagined there would be such an 'approachable' king."
"That's natural."
Tokiomi held his teacup, his tone calm, "Those who have been kings have never lacked the ability to handle unfamiliar situations." He paused for a moment.
"He has seen the view from a higher place, which is why he cares about the grass and trees below... That is a true sense of composure."
Tokiomi put down his teacup, a rational glint in his eyes.
"His physical manifestation in the world means that he has unlimited potential for growth and legitimacy in this era."
Sakura, remaining under his wing, might... gain access to a level of mystery, a level of divinity, that the Tohsaka family could never reach.