"Saber? I'll figure something out myself. Still, I'm surprised your family didn't make you inherit the Magic Crest. As parents, they certainly cared about you deeply, but as magi, that was intolerable."
Rin ran back. As long as Gudako and the others were safe, she could look for an opportunity to rescue Shirou.
"Now that you're safe, I'm going to rendezvous with Saber!"
Shirou had already gone numb. His right hand mechanically dug tofu from the plate and carried it to his mouth.
Kiritsugu clutched his throat, foam spilling from his mouth before he finally collapsed onto the table, unconscious.
Only the last spoonful remained of the black volcano-like "tofu" on the plate. Yet that final spoonful seemed destined never to reach Shirou's mouth.
Shirou collapsed as well.
Beside him, Irisviel touched her face and chuckled, wearing an expression that said everything had gone according to plan. "My, everyone's almost finished eating. There's still a tiny bit left, but that doesn't matter anymore. Illya, you can begin."
Illya picked up a thick hemp rope and tied Shirou up. "This way, Big Brother will be mine."
"I never thought you were into S, Illya." Chloe skillfully helped Illya tie the knots.
"There's no helping it. What if Shirou runs away tomorrow if we don't do this? I still have to participate in the Holy Grail War tomorrow. You're going too, Chloe, right?"
"Yeah."
Miyu suddenly asked, "Then what about Big Brother's breakfast tomorrow?"
Chloe and Illya froze.
"Then I'll feed Big Brother breakfast tomorrow, okay?"
Chapter 17: Go, Berserker
A ray of morning sunlight slowly filtered through the window and shone onto Shirou's eyelids.
So dazzling. What was that?
Shirou struggled to open his eyes, only to find everything before him completely white. He hurriedly shook his head. Don't tell