The Way You Look Reminds Me of Your Mother

"Little Biscuit... Little Biscuit..."

Saber hugged the empty dessert plate, her head drooping weakly to one side as a white wisp drifted from her mouth.

Who was Xiaolan? How would I know?

What the hell were the Holy Grail War and Britain? Knights of the Round Table and Merlin, move aside... Were they as important as my Little Biscuits?

Tohsaka Rin's question was ignored by Saber. She crooked a finger at Emiya Shirou, signaling for him to question his Servant. The newly minted simp, Emiya Shirou, gladly accepted the task. But no matter how he called out to her, Saber could not escape the shadow of Little Biscuit's demise. She was utterly dazed, muttering to herself off to the side.

Emiya Shirou had no idea what to do either. He shook his head and changed the subject. "Come to think of it, Tohsaka, you still haven't told me who Magician Duke's disciple actually is."

Tohsaka Rin's expression shifted. After a moment, she said, "You know her too. It's Sakura, Matou Sakura!"

As she said that, Tohsaka Rin felt a Dan... a pain in her chest. Sakura seemed to like Emiya Shirou, yet in the future timeline, she and Emiya Shirou had...

What kind of cursed fate was this? I actually stole my sister's man?

"Sakura!"

Emiya Shirou cried out, "Tohsaka, you're not joking, are you? How could it be Sakura?"

The Holy Grail War was dangerous. In just a few dozen hours, Emiya Shirou had come to understand that deeply.

Berserker, the great hero of myth; Archer, his future self; Caster, who had crushed everyone through sheer skill; and several Servants who had yet to appear but presumably would not be much weaker. Seven Masters and Servants fought one another for the Holy Grail. No one knew how things would