Rin was quite surprised. She had no idea what Shirou meant and frowned. "Huh? Why Lancer? She has nothing to do with this, does she? I simply like money, okay? Isn't more money always better? Because of her background, Lancer only knows how to live extravagantly, but I'm different. I have no intention of being extravagant."
As she spoke, Rin became more and more animated, seemingly delighted that she had voiced her true feelings.
Even her expression was practically glowing.
"Is that so? In other words, Tohsaka Rin doesn't like luxury, but simply loves money itself?" Hakuno drew in a sharp breath. There really were people in this world who liked money itself, rather than what it could buy?
Rin seemed to have found a kindred spirit and became even more animated.
"Yes, exactly! I think it's kind of weird myself, but whenever I see money piled up like a mountain, my heart gives a violent leap! I've never told anyone, though. No, it's too embarrassing—I'd never say it out loud, you know? Look, I'm still running the Resistance Movement, but half the reason for that is money too. That Middle Eastern uncle pays super generously, and the gems are top quality—ugh! Wait, what is this? This pain is...!?"
Rin's babbling finally exposed everything about her.
Shirou and Hakuno's strategy had ultimately been about uncovering Rin's secret. Rin simply talked too much; with only the slightest prompting, she poured out her secrets as though emptying water from a bottle.
Her tendency to drop the ball had finally revealed itself once more.
Shirou looked at Rin with a measure of pity.
Villains really did die from talking too much.
Hakuno's hand began to glow, like electricity passing through a light bulb. She had finally found the gap in Rin's heart—the one