Emiya Kiritsugu used the hand holding the remote to remove the cigarette from his mouth, while his other hand held a gun aimed at the terrified woman standing there with her hands raised.
Two red Command Spells were marked on the back of the woman's hand.
"Kiritsugu, aren't you going to do it?"
Maiya Hisau, who had Kenneth restrained in his wheelchair, looked at Emiya Kiritsugu in some confusion.
By Kiritsugu's usual methods, once he had the two of them under control, he would have killed them immediately.
But this time, he had only forced Sola into a room where he had planted explosives, pointing his gun at her instead of simply pulling the trigger.
"N-No...!"
Sola tried to say something in panic, her entire body trembling violently.
Raised from childhood on aristocratic education and magecraft ideals, a flower cultivated in a garden—when had she ever witnessed anything like this?
She was so terrified that she scarcely dared to move.
Kenneth, on the other hand, calmed down after his initial panic.
He cast a cold glance at his "fiancée," who was trembling in fear of death, then shifted his gaze toward the man standing there—the one truly orchestrating all of this.
"...Maiya, have I changed, even a little?"
The hand resting on the trigger did not move, and Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes seemed slightly unfocused.
Sola's eyes lit up. Cleverly—or so she thought—she seized upon the instant when Emiya Kiritsugu was "distracted" and tried to flee.
Bang!
"Ahhh—!"
The gunshot was followed by a shrill scream.
A bullet tore through Sola's lower leg. She collapsed to the floor, howling in agony.
Emiya Kiritsugu swung the gun around and aimed it at Kenneth.
"Maiya, cut off her hand."
Kiritsugu spat out the cigarette in his mouth, only to immediately take out another