If Shirou entered the Clock Tower and devoted himself to magecraft, he would one day reach that supreme rank—the Grand seat.
He might even touch the realm of True Magic...
"I haven't thought about the future yet. For now, I'm focused on the Holy Grail War, so I can't give you an answer."
Shirou stated, "However, I'll keep Mr. Kenshinnes's invitation in mind for the time being."
"Hmph. You're the first person who has ever rejected my invitation to my face."
Kenshinnes was quite dissatisfied with Shirou's perfunctory attitude.
"Shirou, come here for a moment."
Just as they were preparing to leave, Sola suddenly released her fiancé and called out to the red-haired boy.
"What is it, big sis?"
Shirou ran over to Sola.
"Thank you for tonight, Shirou. This is your compensation—your reward for winning our bet."
As she spoke, Sola bent down, leaned forward, and kissed him on the cheek.
"!?!?!?"
The three people and one spirit in the room—
Kenshinnes, Irisviel, Saber, and Lady Avalon—all changed expressions.
"Sola!?" "Shirou!!"
Sola ignored her fiancé's pale face behind her and simply gazed at the red-haired boy before her.
With a meaningful smile, she murmured softly, "Shirou, when you grow a little older...
"When you come to London to visit, remember to make sure you tell big sis, all right?
"I'll do everything I can to give you a warm welcome. Of course... without Kenshinnes knowing."
"Shirou! You really shouldn't come to the Clock Tower after all!"
Kenshinnes's furious roar echoed through the late-night air.
On the way back, Irisviel and Saber were both visibly gloomy.
Although the silver-haired homunculus had her hands on the steering wheel, she had completely lost the manic energy from the journey there. She drove the sports car like an old sedan, wobbling