This was good news for Shirou. A vacation was simply wonderful.
He did not even need to make up an excuse. He had his passport, and all that stood between him and an impromptu trip was money.
So he projected some cash, bought a plane ticket, and flew straight to London, England, arriving before the Clock Tower without needing a visa.
He walked into the Clock Tower without hesitation, but after wandering around and looking about inside, Shirou was a little bewildered.
The Clock Tower's internal layout seemed somewhat complicated.
How was he supposed to get to Lord El-Melloi II's office?
As someone from the Far East who had traveled all the way to London, England, Shirou was completely unfamiliar with the place.
Especially since everyone here looked like big shots. They spoke pleasantly and elegantly—Shirou did not like it here at all. It was full of aristocratic airs, every last one of them the sort who ought to be knocked down by the red hammer and sickle.
Nearly everyone here was Western, with practically no Easterners in sight. Each of them carried themselves with elegance and seemed terribly busy.
They simply left Shirou standing there and paid him no attention.
—Except for one man in a red suit, with a small, old-fashioned tuft of facial hair on his chin, who came over and gave him an elegant nod.
Tokiomi Tohsaka adjusted his cuff and saw the confusion in Shirou's eyes. Since they were both from the Far East, he could not help but feel pity for him. This red-haired child reminded him of his younger self, having traveled thousands of miles to study at the Clock Tower, only to be lonely and isolated.
That made him think once more of his beloved elder and younger daughters. How were they