"So, Emiya, you skipped class to do this?"
"You're the very definition of a beast in human skin."
"Still, you've passed as a Magician. You used her feelings to get an innocent little girl Master under your thumb, along with her powerful Berserker. I have to give you credit for that!"
Rin Tohsaka's words came without pause, each one an arrow through Shirou Emiya's heart. In a way, Illya's appearance really did make him feel guilty.
"..." Shirou Emiya fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Why were you in my room, Tohsaka?"
"Archer passed your room and noticed the door was open." Rin Tohsaka brushed her ponytail behind her shoulder. "That thing everyone's into these days—cosplay, right? You sure know how to have fun, Emiya."
"Hmph." Archer snorted. "You're awfully carefree for someone in the middle of a Holy Grail War. What went wrong to make you cross every line of decency, Shirou Emiya?"
The Heroic Spirit EMIYA was what Shirou Emiya became after realizing his ideal and making a contract with Alaya, humanity's collective consciousness.
Though much of his memory had long since worn away, he remembered the events of the Holy Grail War he had fought in the distant past with perfect clarity.
Archer despised his immature self and wanted to erase the Shirou Emiya who dreamed of becoming a "Hero of Justice." But he had never imagined that, upon returning to the era he had once lived in, the past would have changed so drastically.
A Berserker who could reason. Illya, already unusually close to Shirou Emiya at this point. Some factor Archer knew nothing about had clearly disrupted this Holy Grail War.
From what he knew of Illya, she had probably just been playing a prank on everyone earlier...
Yes. That was what Archer had