Allen's Tea Party

"Idiot!"

Rin held her forehead, her expression utterly mortified.

She simply could not believe he would embarrass himself so badly on an occasion like this.

"Oh my, is Senpai all right?" Sakura asked with feigned concern, covering her mouth.

But the emotionless look in her eyes made it obvious that she did not care in the slightest. If anything, she found it rather amusing.

Sakura had always possessed a faintly dark side beneath her natural innocence, and after years of Allen's influence, she had completely become an angel on the outside and a devil within.

"Hahahaha! Someone like that can become a Master in the Holy Grail War?" Illya laughed loudly and mercilessly.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!"

Under the gazes of the three girls, Shirou quickly climbed to his feet. After checking himself and discovering that he only had a few minor scrapes, he immediately roared at the empty air behind him, "Assassin! You bastard! You almost killed me just now, you know that?"

"But you did not die, did you? Besides, who was it that said we should hurry?" Red A dismissed his Spirit Form and shrugged indifferently.

There was no need to ask. That terrifying speed of over eighty kilometers per hour had definitely been his deliberate attempt to mess with his own chuunibyou-era self.

And in the final second before the impact, he had reached out and pulled him back. Otherwise, Shirou would definitely have broken several bones.

"Damn it! Just you wait! I'll settle this with you after we get back!"

Shirou glared furiously at his Servant, then stepped on the handles along the side of the shipping container and climbed up in an extremely awkward manner.

When he noticed that, aside from himself and the organizer, the other three Masters present were all girls—and one