With a pair of small, icy-cool hands on his forehead, Shirou panicked for a moment.
"Il... Illya?"
"Alright, don't talk! If you resist too much, something else might get in!"
For once, Illya wore an utterly serious expression. She then glanced at Shinji and earnestly warned them both, "If that happens, it'll be a real pain to fix!"
Shirou was actually intimidated by the little girl before him and instantly lost all his momentum.
"Ah... okay."
Unlike Shirou, Shinji, who already knew what Illya was going to do, remained calm—transfer consciousness, or rather, line of sight.
For Shinji, this was a good opportunity to learn about an aspect of this world that interested him.
—the differences and relationship between consciousness, the soul, and the mind.
This was also the most mysterious aspect of this world to Shinji. Even after going through every book in his family's collection, he had found no useful clues regarding the distinctions between them.
"Anyway, close your eyes first..."
Hearing that, Shinji and Shirou obediently closed their eyes.
Looking at Shinji and Shirou before her, Illya smiled softly. Then she pressed their heads together, placed her own little head against theirs, and closed her eyes.
"Absolutely no looking around, okay? And it's my first time transferring two people's vision at once..."
Three minutes later, Illya blinked her large, puzzled eyes as she looked at Shirou, who sat with his head lowered, face flushed, and posture somewhat awkward.
"What's wrong, Shirou?"
"N-Nothing..."
Shirou scratched his cheek with his index finger, his eyes darting away.
Shinji, on the other hand, rested his chin on his hand with an indifferent—or perhaps nostalgic—look. He even seemed to want another go.
As though he had just seen some lovely scenery. Of course, he really had seen some very lovely scenery—
Such