"Your projection technique is pretty good, isn't it?"
"Of course."
Shirou wiped away a cold sweat, wondering whether she wanted him to project BDSM gear or some other kind of punishment tool.
"Can you project glasses?" Hakuno's eyes gleamed with frightening intensity.
"Huh?"
"Put them on! Right now!" Hakuno held out her hand, and her Command Spell gave off a faint glow.
"Okay, okay. You're my master, so I'll do as you say."
Only then did Hakuno nod in satisfaction. The glasses enthusiast had gotten the result she wanted.
At that moment, Shirou realized that Hakuno had used a diversionary tactic, one evolved from conversational warfare.
Had his master's skills in this area actually surpassed his own?
Unbelievable.
Negotiating with Shinji
His master, Kishinami Hakuno, was a thoroughly unreliable girl. Though she possessed extraordinary composure and an astonishing talent for snark, she had actually resorted to threatening him with a Command Spell just to make him wear a pair of glasses.
Terrifying.
Shirou gave his simple assessment.
A hurried clatter came from the stairwell.
Shirou turned around and saw a tuft of purple seaweed poke out from behind the wall before quickly retreating.
A smile appeared on Shirou's face. He did not need to guess to know that it was Shinji—Shinji Matou. Naturally, this Shinji was also a different existence from the one on Earth, though his personality was similar.
Shirou had encountered quite a few people like that.
"Hey, master, there's someone over there."
"That's seaweed, isn't it? Seaweed is a living thing, but it isn't a person."
The seaweed immediately leaped out, face flushed red. "How is seaweed not a person? Seaweed is a person too..."
But Shinji instantly realized what was going on.
"No, I'm not seaweed! I'm Shinji, Shinji! Beloved by everyone, adored by flowers, and