At last, after who knew how many shots had failed to hit the 86, it was finally honorably wounded—its rear end had been grazed. It sounded like a minor issue, something a little paint touch-up could fix, but for a vehicle speeding along at high velocity, it was completely different.
Once anything entered a high-speed state, even the slightest deviation made the control it had at low speeds incredibly difficult.
Shirou hurriedly swerved the rear of the car, barely managing to keep the steering wheel firmly under his control.
"Illya, don't make any dangerous moves!"
Rin finally snapped. "Shirou, stop jinxing us!"
After dodging another shell, Shirou shook his head. "Not jinxing us is impossible. Absolutely impossible in this life. Professional racers dare to make calls, you know. Let me tell you, there's absolutely no way we can win this Holy Grail Grand Prix."
Rin froze, carefully replaying his words in her head, yet somehow failed to find anything wrong with them.
"You're so calculating. You even jinx yourself."
"Don't be so superstitious. Let me tell you, future me and my wife are old and ugly, I don't have a girlfriend, and my little sister hates me. My daughter isn't pretty either, and she's not strong at all. In a world full of danger, she definitely won't live well or happily."
Rin: ...
Could jinxing someone really cross causality, reach the future, and alter the past?
Rin suddenly felt a toothache. Gudako looked utterly ordinary no matter how she looked at her, and she hadn't inherited the Tohsaka family's Magic Crest either. It was obvious that some version of Rin in a parallel world must have thought Gudako's magecraft talent was simply too poor and wanted her to live an ordinary, simple life instead. Yet even so, Gudako had still