"These all feel like things Illya would like..."
Then what should she choose?
The girl fell into troubled thought.
But just then, she suddenly felt someone tugging at the hem of her clothes.
"Huh?"
Shiro turned around and was startled to see a girl standing behind her.
A small girl with silver hair.
"Illya—?"
Shiro instinctively called out her name.
But the girl pouted.
"Tell me your name, big sister. It's unfair that I'm the only one who doesn't know."
Illya probably already knew. But what she meant was that she wanted Shiro to tell her herself.
"Shiro—Emiya Shiro."
"Emiya... Shiro..."
"...Shiro, Shiro, ah—mm, I really like it."
Illya smiled.
"That's great..."
Shiro also seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
Earlier, Illya had run away as if her defenses had been broken, and Shiro had been worried about it.
"Why?" Illya looked somewhat confused.
"Mm, because of what happened earlier... I was worried Illya might hate me," Shiro explained.
"...Because Shiro mentioned that name." Illya pouted and turned her head away.
"—But Kiritsugu must have wanted to see Illya too!" Shiro cried out.
"What meaning is there in saying that now?" Illya looked away.
"No. It does have meaning." Shiro took Illya's hand. "—That's why Illya wanted to come see me too, right?"
Just as Shiro wanted to see Illya, Illya also wanted to see Shiro.
They had both been moving toward each other.
"—It's too late for that now! No matter what you say, it's too late! I only came because I wanted to play with big sister!"
Illya tried to pull her hand back.
But Shiro held on to it.
"No—" Shiro spoke again. "It's not too late."
"...Huh?" Illya stopped struggling.
Those red eyes stared at Shiro.
It wasn't too late...?
Why would she say