"Sorry, Archer. I'll show you around the city this afternoon."
Walking beside Sakura, Rin apologized to the spirit-form Archer at her side.
"It's fine. Things here seem more important to you."
"...I was surprised too. As far as I can remember, this is the first time my brother has ever caught a cold." Sakura brushed aside the hair by her ear, tied with a ribbon, and continued with a smile.
"That person catching a cold does sound pretty unbelievable."
Rin agreed. After all, she had seen Shinji countless times wearing nothing but swim trunks and splashing around in icy water.
"Hopefully it's not some serious flu or anything." As soon as Sakura finished speaking, she arrived at her front door. But before she could open it, a man's voice from nearby interrupted her.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Shinji Matou's residence?"
A small truck had just pulled up nearby, and the young driver poked his head out of the cab window to ask.
"Yes." Sakura turned back and answered politely. "May I ask who you are?"
"There's a package for Mr. Shinji Matou. Please sign for it."
The deliveryman opened the door and got out...
—That was roughly what happened earlier.
"You should pay more attention to your own packages."
As Rin spoke, she stepped forward and heavily set the large package in her hands before Shinji.
Snff—
Watching Shinji wipe his nose with a tissue and blow it, Rin wore a look of utter disgust.
After casually crumpling the tissue and tossing it into the fireplace, Shinji finally turned his attention to the package before him.
"I really almost forgot. Their efficiency is surprisingly high."
"I can't believe you actually caught a cold. How unbelievable." Rin sat down on the sofa beside him and sighed. "Don't they say idiots