Shinji and Sakura left, marking the end of the first night of the official start of the Holy Grail War.
At the sa ti, the siblings stepped out the door, two more figures appeared in the place where they had once been — the last remaining intact house of the Emiya family.
The two figures were both won, one tall and one short, one in white and one in black, one with a mountain and one with a wall.
One was Inoue Orihi, and the other was Kuchiki Rukia... Ahem, okay, wrong scene. This is the Nasuverse, not Bleach. Plus, the hair color and hairstyles are all wrong.
Orihi has long orange hair, and Rukia has short black hair. These two, however, are dressed in white, with the tall one having short blonde hair and a curvaceous figure, while the one in black, shorter in stature, has long black hair and a modest figure like a flat wall.
Although their hair colors, build, and clothing are different, their facial features are strikingly similar. They must share a significant degree of kinship.
The shorter one spoke, "My, my, your knight is devoted to you. I didn't expect you to have such a talent. I'm curious, how did you do it? He doesn't seem to be under any sort of enchantnt."
The taller woman plopped down in the spot where Shinji had once sat, picked up a small tangerine from the table, peeled it, and replied absentmindedly, "I don't know either. I went to sleep, had a fight, and then it just turned out this way."
Indeed, they were sisters. The shorter one, who looked like a young girl, was the older sister, while the taller, fully-grown woman was the younger sister.
A look of helplessness appeared on the older sister's face. "Still as clueless as ever, my foolish little sister."
The younger sister retorted without hesitation, "Only fools call others foolish."
The older sister didn't get mad. Instead, she smiled like a black lily in bloom.
"In so ways, you've changed a lot. You used to be like a puppet, only following orders, not even speaking. Now you've beco much more normal. Well, I won't ask how you changed. You'd just say you don't know anyway."
"Hehe, this ti you're wrong."
The younger sister smiled too, though her smile was pure and innocent, in contrast to her sister's mysterious and regal deanor.
"Wrong?"
The older sister raised a delicate eyebrow.
"Then why don't you tell what changed you? You're at least cuter than you used to be."
"Not telling you—mmph."
The younger sister turned her head away, stuffing the peeled tangerine into her mouth, speaking with her mouth full, "You wouldn't let go ho, and you even took my car."
"Ho? You call that human's place ho?"
The older sister's eyes were filled with disbelief.
"What's wrong with that?"
The younger sister tilted her head in confusion and looked at her sister. "I've been living there for years, and I'm very happy. Shinji and the others even say I'm part of the family."
"Uh, that's a huge problem, you vampire. They're humans."
"It doesn't matter, I don't mind."
"What good is it if you don't mind? They—uh..."
The older sister paused, noticing that the humans didn't seem to mind either.
"Natalia and Shirley have blended in like that. The human heart is such an unpredictable thing. Whatever, they're just insignificant little characters. I only took Natalia out of curiosity back then. Since they've shown so gratitude and haven't spilled our secrets, I'll turn a blind eye. Blood, you have no objections, right?"
The black-haired girl turned her head to look outside the door. A figure appeared — a man, also dressed in white and exceptionally handso. The man respectfully placed one hand on his chest and gave the girl a formal knight's bow.
"I follow your command, Princess. My fleet was rely passing through at the ti, and Natalia and Shirley have been performing well in all these years. It's ti to give them a break. However, Princess, about that train—"
"—Stop obsessing over that train. I know you have a grudge against Rita Rozay-en, but the train no longer belongs to her. I assigned Strout to this to avoid unnecessary trouble."
"I understand, Princess. I only admire that the White Princess and the Azure Knight managed to take the train from that vile woman. It is impressive."
"Oh? Then why are you still so obsessed with the train?"
"Because I want to get closer to the Azure Knight. I didn't know before that the Azure Knight was such a beautiful young man, exactly my type. So, Princess, let switch with Strout. That old stiff has no appreciation for beauty. A beautiful man should be cherished by soone who understands beauty, like . Surely, as fellow protectors of princesses, we'd have a lot—ah!"
Before Blood could finish, there was a loud bang, and his body flew backward uncontrollably, not stopping until he crashed through a beam dusa had left in the yard.
Blood stood up from the pile of rubble, dusted himself off nonchalantly, and walked back to his original spot, puzzled.
"White Princess, why did you attack ?"
As he said, it was the White Princess, Arcueid, who had struck him with a single blow, using the peel from the tangerine that had been on the table.
"Let think..."
Arcueid, the type who acts before thinking, had moved faster than her brain and only now began to consider why she had struck him.
"I found what you said disgusting. Yes, that's it. Shinji would've done the sa if he heard it."
"Sigh."
Blood sighed with a hint of sadness.
"Why don't any of you understand the appeal of a beautiful man? How can you have a romance with the opposite sex? Only love between the sa sex is true love."
"Shut up! Stop embarrassing yourself."
Before he could finish, there was yet another bang and Blood's body flew again. But this ti, it wasn't Arcueid who moved. It was her sister, the Black Princess Altrouge, Blood's liege for over a thousand years.
"Princess!"
Blood stood up once more, his face full of grievance.
"Hurry up and get lost, or I'll lock you up for a month and make Strout your guard," Altrouge said, retracting her small foot and waving her hand impatiently.
"Please don't, Princess. I'd go mad if that happened."
Blood hurriedly begged for rcy.
"Try saying one more word."
"I won't say another word. I'll disappear right now."
Seeing Altrouge truly grow angry, Blood didn't dare linger. His figure flickered and vanished like a ghost. Known as the White Knight in the world of mystics, he also had another title: the Captain of the Ghost Fleet. This kind of vanishing act was second nature to him.
It was precisely because of this superb stealth ability that Altrouge had chosen him, rather than the older and stronger Black Knight Strout, to serve at her side.
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