"..."
She exchanged a glance with the red-haired boy, then nodded in agreement.
"That's true. Shirou is a guest today, so Eiri and I will help you wash."
"Huh!?"
Shirou was startled.
Irisviel was one thing, but why would Saber agree to such an improper suggestion?
"All right, then. Shirou, sit here." Irisviel patted the empty space beside her.
"Did either of you ask for my opinion?" Shirou protested sternly.
As it turned out, protesting only made things worse. The moment he did, Irisviel rubbed her hands together and moved closer.
"I've got Shirou!"
Irisviel happily pulled the red-haired boy into her arms.
She did this often enough normally, but doing it in the bathroom had a completely different impact.
The sweet, fragrant softness nearly short-circuited Shirou's thoughts.
"Guh... Irisviel! Don't do this. Let me go!"
"Oh, honestly, Shirou, stop squirming... That tickles... Hmm?"
"Don't make weird noises! Eiri!"
"That's because Shirou keeps squirming!"
The silver-haired homunculus held the back of the boy's head firmly and spoke resentfully:
"Even Saber agreed, so stop resisting, Shirou! Be a good boy and listen! Let us wash you!"
"...Mm."
Shirou was surprised by the heavy yet soft sensation, but he still felt that something was off—
After finally freeing his vision, Shirou discovered a white cloth floating on the surface of the water.
"A bath towel! Irisviel! Your bath towel slipped off!"
"Oh, it really did. It's all because Shirou was squirming and pulled it down with him... Bad boy."
"Don't blame someone else for your mistake... No, what are you waiting for? Wrap yourself up!"
"...Shirou, will you help me?"
"Wrap it yourself!"
In the end, Shirou could only honestly agree to let them wash him.
After all, if he refused, there was no telling what outrageous things Irisviel might do next.