However, sharp-eyed Shirou immediately noticed that Rin seemed to be holding something unknown in her hand, and that thing was likely the reason her face was so pale.
"Did... did they catch up?" Rin took two steps back, her trembling lips frighteningly white.
"Rin, what's that in your hand?" Shirou demanded.
"W-what does that have to do with you?" Rin shot back, her legs beginning to shake.
No, they had not just begun shaking. They had continued shaking.
She had started trembling long ago. She had merely forced herself to stop when she saw someone approach, but now her legs could no longer hold back at all.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Shirou had completely forgotten that Rin was currently his enemy and was about to step forward.
Rin began muttering incoherently, "Ahahaha... so cold. My eyes are spinning. But there's no helping it, it's an order. Orders are absolute. It's all the order's fault. Anyway, I have to gather it. If I don't hurry and deliver it..."
"What are you talking about? Hey! Rin!"
"More, I need to prepare more blood. Rin, Lancer said that. As a Master, if I don't properly... obey... Why do I have to do something this painful? I'm already a queen... But if I resist, that long thing will chop me up! That girl is willful and strong, a noble, and she has a tail. Once she gives an order, it's just, completely—"
Shirou hurriedly projected a piece of clothing, intending to drape it over her, but it seemed to snap Rin back to her senses. She quickly leaped away, and even Shirou could read the terror in her eyes.
"Huh, Archer, why are you here!?" Rin shook her head and remained on guard.
"You were holding something just now, weren't you? It looked