"Then, Kiritsugu, do you want me to like Illya or not?" Shirou suddenly felt that the world was utterly malicious toward him, as if it were specifically targeting him.
He had perfectly avoided Illya's route, taken a detour home, and still been caught by Kiritsugu, who seemed to have just returned home. Was this fate?
He immediately fell into despair. Could he really not judge things through the eyes of a professional assassin?
"Well... of course you should like her, but not that kind of liking. It should be the kind of love an older brother has for his younger sister." Kiritsugu blew out a smoke ring.
"But, Kiritsugu, the kind of liking I meant was exactly that kind. What did you misunderstand it as?"
"All right." Kiritsugu scratched his head awkwardly. "If that's all it is, then it's fine. Just now, I heard you mention that among the girls connected to you, one of them had the surname Tohsaka, right?"
Rin stepped forward. "Hello, Uncle. I'm Tohsaka Rin. But there's no relationship between Classmate Shirou and me. Sakura misunderstood."
"Oh? That has nothing to do with me. I won't interfere in your private affairs. But Shirou, I don't think coming home like this will help solve anything, especially when you brought girls into the house in broad daylight. How about this? Shirou, explain the situation in detail, and I'll help you think of a solution."
What a perfect dad! Shirou was a little touched—though something seemed slightly off. But he couldn't say it, at least not Roman's matter.
"Actually, it's like this. Tohsaka and I have a child named Gudako..."
"What? I have a granddaughter? Shirou, you really got someone pregnant, and she even gave birth?"
Kiritsugu immediately pulled out a gun from his coat and aimed it at