But these fish were way too hard to catch, weren't they? Two or three hours had passed, and she still hadn't caught a single fish, even with Da Vinci's guidance.
Fortunately, Da Vinci and Sheba had already built a fishing boat. Using the deep-water radar set up on shore and fishing nets, they had reportedly hauled in quite a lot already.
Fishing was hard.
She reeled in her Fishing Rod. The bait had been eaten, but there was still no fish. Why? She was fishing too, wasn't she?
Just as she began questioning her life, she suddenly heard a scream: "Gudako, save me!"
Shirou immediately hid behind Gudako.
Kiritsugu looked at Gudako standing in front of Shirou and said, "Miss, nice to meet you. Could you do me a favor? I need to take this brat home."
"Um, this shouldn't be our first meeting, right? We met last night." Gudako instinctively shielded Shirou behind her. "But I can't hand him over to you."
"Oh?" Kiritsugu carefully examined Gudako. Last night, he hadn't paid much attention to the girl beside Shirou, and it had been too late and too dark for him to see clearly.
But now he could see clearly. Gudako's hair and eye color were exactly the same as Shirou's. Could she be the daughter Shirou had mentioned, the one he had with another girl?
But wasn't her age a little off?
"Your name is Gudako, right?" Kiritsugu's tone softened somewhat. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen," Gudako answered. "But does that question have any meaning?"
"The question itself has no meaning. But when a different person asks it, it gains meaning." Kiritsugu spoke meaningfully, then relaxed.
Eighteen—two years older than Shirou.
So how could this girl possibly be Shirou's daughter? What a joke.
"I don't understand." Gudako shook her