"Magic King, is this actually reliable?" Rin, dressed as a man, crossed her arms and asked unhappily.
"It's reliable, don't worry. XXX, XXX—" Although Roman bit his tongue again, just like his idol Magical☆Melly, he still stubbornly managed to cast the spell.
A cloud of green smoke immediately enveloped Rin. Once it dispersed, Shirou could barely recognize her.
She was now about as tall as he was, her hair had become short, and most importantly, even her voice had become androgynous. There was also something down below—
"Shirou, I have a feeling you're thinking about something improper." Rin glared at Shirou.
"What improper thing? Tohsaka, I have no idea what you're talking about. But with this, we can finally call it a success."
Shirou nodded in satisfaction.
"What success? Shirou, even if we've finally picked out a Master among us, there don't seem to be any Servants for us to choose from. Or are you going to go find Saber and ask her to help us for old times' sake?"
"Saber?" The very thought filled Shirou with grief and indignation. "That might not be too reliable. Roman just told me that she seems to have gotten together with Luviagelita."
"I never thought Saber, with those thick eyebrows and honest-looking eyes, would betray the revolution too! We're truly struggling every step of the way now." Rin let out a heavy sigh.
Shirou comforted her, "Don't worry, Tohsaka. Just because Artoria won't help us doesn't mean other Sabers can't appear as Servants!"
"Where is there a Saber?" Rin looked thoroughly unconvinced.
Then she saw Shirou take off his shirt.
"Hey, hey, Shirou, what are you doing? Are you harassing me?"
Shirou rolled his eyes at Rin, projected a white translucent shawl, draped it around himself, and drew a katana.
"I'm a proper