"Watch out, rocket launcher!"
The rocket launcher flew from one end of the window to the other, then crashed into the mountain beyond with a thunderous boom. If this went on much longer, it might start a forest fire.
"Kiritsugu, are you really this ruthless?" Shirou hurriedly drifted, only to discover that this car's drifting was on a completely different level from an AE86.
This car could practically chat and laugh alongside the Spear of Atun.
So should this car be called Divine Might: Light of Fuyuki—or perhaps the Hyperion?
"Son, do you know? There are some things a man can never tolerate." Kiritsugu held up the rocket launcher. Gudako was driving from the main seat. He glanced at her with some satisfaction, then turned back around. "First, anyone who goes after my wife cannot be forgiven."
Shirou nodded. Wasn't that obvious?
He wouldn't tolerate it either, but what did that have to do with a rocket launcher being aimed at him?
"Anything else?"
"Second, anyone who goes after my daughter cannot be forgiven either. Even if you're Illya's brother, if you dare lay a hand on her—"
"Stop, stop. I'm not some dead pervert with a sister complex, okay? I just like holding Illya in my arms, sitting in the courtyard, quietly breathing her in all day, while shouting things like, 'Illyasviel is the Best!' How does that count as laying a hand on Illya?"
Kiritsugu froze, and even his cigarette fell onto him.
"What? You're actually that perverted? You're not human! Even I, her father, have never done something like that!"
"Pah. If you'd stop stirring up trouble in the Middle East, wouldn't you have time to spend with Illya?"
Kiritsugu also realized he seemed to have said something strange, since even Gudako was giving him a weird