Shirou Emiya spotted Sakura Matou waiting at the entrance and started waving from a long way off.
Sakura Matou waved back when she saw him.
Once they drew closer, Illya jogged over first and circled Sakura Matou, examining her carefully.
Shirou Emiya said, "Sakura, this little sister here is Illya."
Illya corrected him angrily. "Older sister, thank you."
Shirou Emiya said, "Right, right. She's the daughter of my adoptive father, Kiritsugu Emiya. She may be short, but she's actually a year older than me, so she's my older sister."
"She'll be staying at our place for a while. Sorry for the trouble, Sakura, but could you make an extra serving when you cook?"
Sakura had been displeased at first, but the moment she heard "our place," she greeted Illya with a smile.
After all, her senior had just said "our." He already considered her part of the family.
Sakura Matou said, "My name is Sakura Matou. I'm staying at my senior's house for now. Since you're his older sister, Miss Illya, I look forward to getting along with you."
Illya said, "Sakura Matou... So you're from the Matou Household. I've heard of you. Let's get along while I'm here!"
Sakura kept smiling throughout their conversation, but that smile soon faded, because Illya acted as though she already owned the place.
Not only did she wander around the house without restraint, she also claimed the room closest to Sakura's senior.
That was the room Sakura had originally wanted, but she had been too embarrassed to ask, so she had chosen the room two doors down.
Now Illya was wedged between them, putting even more distance between Sakura and her senior.
To Sakura Matou, Illya had already crossed a line.
Yet Illya did not stop there. At the dining table, she actually