"Are you two all right now?"
"Ah... yeah... we're fine now.
Mother Justiça and I have fully recovered. Sorry for worrying you, Brother."
Illya stammered, showing no intention of rushing over to hug Shirou.
"...?"
Shirou frowned. Something felt strange.
Eiri and Illya, mother and daughter, were walking side by side through the mansion, yet there was an indescribable eeriness between them.
They usually held hands, but now they had put about half a meter between them.
Also, Irisviel had been silent ever since the beginning. She had neither greeted him nor said anything, merely staring fixedly at him.
Shirou: "Eiri...?"
Irisviel: "..."
Illya tugged at her mother's clothes, and only then did she snap out of her absorbed stare.
"Hello, Shirou Amamiya."
"Huh?"
He had suddenly been addressed by his full name in an extremely formal manner.
"Ah... ahahahaha! I'm playing a game with Mother where we call each other by our full names."
Illya stepped in front of her mother and said, "Isn't that right, Irisviel von Einzbern?"
Irisviel nodded without emotion. "That's right, Illyasviel von Einzbern."
Shirou: "..."
"Okay, okay, let's stop there... Brother!
I'm taking Mother to bathe. Let us use the bathroom first today! See you later!"
With that, Illya forcibly dragged Irisviel away.
Just as she breathed a sigh of relief—
"Wait, Illya." Shirou called out to them.
"W-what is it?"
Illya forced a smile as a bead of cold sweat trickled down the girl's cheek.
Shirou frowned. "The person beside you... is she really your mother, Irisviel?"
"..."
They were exposed!
Illya shouted inwardly in alarm.
The silver-haired woman now standing in the corridor was Justiça, who had exchanged clothes with Irisviel.
The Winter Saintess possessed a noble beauty and perfect figure that were practically one-to-one replicas of Irisviel's. Even Shirou could not