"N-No, it's fine." Shirou stroked the back of her head.
Then a resentful voice slowly drifted over from beside him.
"Shirou Emiya..."
Gilgamesh sprang out from the side. "What did you just say?"
Though Shirou had no idea how this guy had popped up again, he patted his chest without hesitation.
"I'll always love Sakura Matou. Sakura is prettier than you."
Gilgamesh had been struck right in the weak spot by Shirou's sudden words, so he simply swallowed the medicine and returned to his adult form.
Doors—so many doors, golden doors—suddenly opened.
"Hey, this is my house!"
"So what if it is? If you don't explain yourself, get ready for your house to be demolished. Hurry up and make something up. If you can't, I'll chop you to death."
Sakura suddenly stepped in front of Shirou and narrowed her eyes.
"Oh? If it's for you, Senpai, I absolutely won't let her hurt you. Even if she's the King of Heroes, I won't be afraid!"
For a moment, the two sides seemed evenly matched, as though they were about to fight to an indecisive finish.
Shirou was anxious. If those two really started fighting, Sakura would definitely be at a disadvantage. Worse still, his house would be torn apart.
This house of his truly had a grim future and a troubled fate.
The house in the other world had been demolished too. It had been demolished last time too. And this time, it was going to be demolished again.
Could this be fate?
My—house—!
Just then, a seaweed-haired head burst in through the front door.
"Emiya, hurry up and hand over the manuscript!"
A spiked club flashed out from the Gate of Babylon, seemingly a Noble Phantasm without a rank.
"Who's this guy?" Gilgamesh asked disdainfully.
"Um, he's my friend." Shirou