"...Assassin, what is that thing you're holding?"
That evening, the Assassin pair returned to their residence empty-handed, intending to sort through what they had seen that day.
"People kept stuffing them into my hands on the street. I couldn't really refuse, so I took them all."
Sakumura placed a thick stack of flyers on the table, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion—mental exhaustion.
"A convention, a maid café, an arcade... and a host club!?"
Kirei Kotomine abruptly looked up, staring at Sakumura in horror.
"Ah, I think that did happen. It sounded like they wanted me to work there? By the way, what's a host club?" Sakumura stroked his chin as he recalled it, then looked at Kirei Kotomine curiously.
"...It's nothing important. There's no need to concern yourself with it." The corner of Kirei Kotomine's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. He crumpled up the host club flyer and threw it into the trash.
He was somewhat worried that, if Sakumura learned what a host was, he would carry Pheasant Feather straight into that host club. He did not particularly care about those people's lives, but causing such unnecessary chaos during the Holy Grail War was not something Tohsaka Tokiomi or Risei Kotomine wanted to see. Better not.
"You're interested in this? I saw you looking at it just now."
Picking up the convention flyer again, Kirei Kotomine casually hung his coat on the rack.
"It's mainly because it's related to that game we've been playing these past two days. I wouldn't say I'm interested."
"But it seems to be taking place the day after tomorrow."
You're clearly very interested.
"If I have free time, I wouldn't mind taking a look."
"But my father has already sent new information. The final Servant in this Holy Grail War, Berserker, completed their