"My son, I'm very disappointed in you." Kiritsugu smoked as the smoke slowly drifted away. Shirou saw only the muzzle of the gun, and it was rather terrifying.
"K-Kiritsugu? How did you get here?" Terrified, Shirou hugged Illya—ah, no, he let go of Illya.
If he kept hugging Illya at a time like this, he really would be beyond saving. Shirou felt he could still be rescued, at least he could not give up treatment now.
"If I weren't here, wouldn't you be about to fly straight to the heavens?" Kiritsugu blew out a smoke ring. "Tell me, Shirou. You have two choices. One is to eat the Mapo Tofu Irisviel is making today in my place."
That was absolutely impossible. He could never go through that a second time in this life. It was not death, yet it was more terrifying than death. Vomiting, diarrhea, and that sudden foul stench—
The pitch-black Mapo Tofu was as disgusting as Black Mud. Shirou even suspected that the Black Grail had not actually been destroyed, that Irisviel possessed the Black Grail and had scooped the mud out of it. If it were not that stuff, how could it possibly be so disgusting?
Just thinking about that stuff made Shirou's stomach ache faintly, even twitch. Come to think of it, even now, he still felt a burning sensation down below.
"What's the other one?"
Shirou asked cautiously.
"Speak to the muzzle of my gun."
Illya immediately sprang away from Shirou and spread her arms. "Kiritsugu, stop! Shirou and I truly love each other!"
Shirou nearly turned to stone. Stop making things worse, Illya! You were trying to get your brother killed!
Kiritsugu affectionately patted Illya's head, then said to Shirou, "All right, now you only have one choice. I'll choose for you. The