Justiça bit her lip, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Yet even so, she did not resist, still honoring her agreement with the red-haired boy.
Half a minute later, Justiça's voice began to grow intermittent.
"Is that so? You weren't planning to... planning to use Einzbern's technology... Wait, that's... Eeeek!"
Justiça's cold expression had long since vanished, and her waist had curved into a bow.
A voice that absolutely should not have belonged to the "Saintess" echoed violently through the Japanese-style room.
If Shirou had not set up a soundproofing barrier beforehand, the voice probably would have resounded throughout the entire mansion.
Then, as if utterly exhausted, Justiça collapsed into the boy's arms.
Shirou held her by the shoulder and gently stroked her long silver hair.
Was it just my imagination? She seems even more useless than usual.
She had always been useless, but after all these years, she should have grown at least a little.
Never mind. It was probably because she had a cold.
"All right, time to check."
Shirou had not done all that for no reason.
His true purpose was to check whether Irisviel had manifested a Command Spell.
If she had not, then Karen's claim that the "Holy Grail had appeared once again" was nothing but nonsense.
Shirou carefully laid the unconscious Justiça on the futon and removed the expensive dress that cost him the equivalent of a year's living expenses.
"Huh? Wasn't it bare a few days ago...? It grew back so quickly?"
Volume Six, 264: The Battle at the Entrance—and the Witness?
"...Mmm."
Justiça awoke from her brief faint and was astonished to discover that she was lying in Shirou's Japanese-style room—in the nude.
Even the "Winter Saintess," renowned for her coldness among the emotionless Artificial Lifeforms, could not help but waver at such a