The finish line was already close.
More than two-thirds of the race had passed, and he did not have much time left!
"Shirou~~~~ Shirou!"
Shirou heard Illya's voice and saw her waving both hands from Irisviel's convertible. At the same time, she seemed to be holding a magical wand in her right hand, and the clothes she was wearing seemed to be pink?
"Shirou, when we get home later, will you make something tasty for me?"
"Put down that magical wand first. Ruby, did you hear me? Get away from her, now!"
Ruby's wings shielded her little red stars. "Ohohohoho, Big Brother, don't you want to keep watching Illya's adorable Magical Girl transformation? It's pink, you know. Or is it that what you really want to see, Big Brother, is your little sister in a catgirl outfit? What a huge pervert."
Catgirl?
Shirou blinked, and suddenly an image appeared before his eyes.
Not to brag, but Catgirl Illya seemed... more than just great. He was actually looking forward to it a little.
"Hey, Shirou! What are you even thinking about?" Rin shouted. "Illya's almost done charging up! Her mana level is terrifyingly high!"
Shirou hurriedly looked up, the temperature of his face already rising rapidly.
It was not because he was embarrassed by those filthy thoughts just now—no, they were not filthy at all—but because the faint power leaking from that mass of mana had been converted into heat, scorching his face like this.
There was no time to question it, but there seemed to be no time to dodge either! What should he do?
"Shirou, look at the buttons on your right," Gilgamesh said with a faint smile.
Just as expected, he had calculated everything.
Shirou searched left and right but could not find it.
As the seconds ticked