Emiya Kiritsugu was taking a brief rest in a hotel.
Going back to the estate he had bought would have taken far too much time.
Well.
The truth was, Emiya Kiritsugu wanted to run away, at least a little.
He deeply loved Irisviel, yet he had also betrayed those feelings.
No matter how one looked at it.
Irisviel was destined to die for him.
That was deeply ironic, and it was also the Root of Emiya Kiritsugu's current unease.
Especially since the opponents he now faced were the Assassin team.
Back then, at the Mion River, if Assassin had died—no, there was no point thinking about that now. A failed plan had no value even being mentioned at this point.
The icons before him were connected by line after line. Kirei Kotomine and Sakumura Anno's heads sat side by side, placed not far from Fuyuki Church.
Use the same method he had used against Lancer's Master on Kirei Kotomine?
Not feasible. That man was exceptionally vigilant, and the Assassin class had a major advantage in reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance. If he planted bombs near Kirei Kotomine's residence, Assassin would likely detect them immediately.
Troublesome...
Then what about arranging a duel and sniping Kirei Kotomine?
No. That man, Kirei Kotomine...
Knock.
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the hotel room door.
Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes turned solemn and still.
He neither answered nor opened the door. He merely chambered a round in the gun in his hand, then moved to one side of the door and waited for whoever was knocking to enter.
Yet there were only three knocks. The person outside seemed to have stopped knocking.
But.
Although the person at the door had stopped knocking, they did not seem to have left either. They remained outside Emiya Kiritsugu's room, as though waiting