The answer was obvious: of course he didn't consider her an ally. As a powerhouse in the world of mahjong, a master of self-draws, Shirou understood that loneliness was his only friend. Allies existed to be betrayed. He, Shirou, was a double-crosser! Double-crossing was the Shirou family tradition. If you didn't like it, don't play.
"You all have to die! The audience has to die too! Thirteen Orphans!"
Shirou grinned smugly. Just now, he had gone to find out who the fewest people in the venue had bet on to win... and the result was obvious. It was him, of course. After all, going twenty rounds without a single win was practically unheard of.
But even if he hadn't won in twenty rounds, even if he hadn't scored a single point just now, he had still leaped into first place on the leaderboard.
Da Vinci silently looked at Artoria, then at Lord El-Melloi II.
The Anti-Shirou Alliance counted her in too! Even if it was only temporary, she had to join first. Take Shirou down!
"Those charms really are effective. Was he truly once a Grand Caster?" Rin rubbed her chin as she watched from the side. "He got Thirteen Orphans just from taking one? Why does this plot feel like something I've seen before?"
Roman, hidden behind her, shook his head but still answered, "Miss Rin, that isn't the case. My charm merely dispelled Medea's curse. That Mr. Shirou could instantly win with, um, Thirteen Orphans was entirely his own skill."
Rin glanced at Illya and the other two beside her, who were cheering Shirou on because Berserker couldn't play mahjong, and immediately understood something.
No wonder that guy kept shouting things like, "My little sister can't possibly be this cute," "My little sister is this cute," and "How