Shinji Matou at Your Service

What happened afterward no longer matters. Who won and who lost cannot explain anything.

Aoko Aozaki remains Aoko Aozaki, the Newest Magician and heir to the Aozaki family, unable to return to the ordinary girl she was before she was sixteen.

Touko Aozaki also remains Touko Aozaki, the Grand puppeteer and traitor to the Aozaki family, unable to return to inherit the Aozaki family and master the Fifth Magic.

These sisters, whose personalities, essences, and even appearances are so similar, used this way to let go of their stubborn pride, marking the end of their long-standing cold war.

Perhaps in this lifetime, Touko will never return to Misaki City, nor will she return to the Aozaki house filled with countless memories. But as long as Aoko is willing to call her sister and be called sister by her, that is enough.

However, for Shinji, the outcome of this pub crawl holds significance. After all, most of Type-Moon's works feature these sisters, and their battles always pique the curiosity of the fans.

Through his mental link with Justeaze, Shinji knew the result immediately.

Touko Aozaki vs. Aoko Aozaki.

In the latest bout between the sisters, Aoko couldn't get Touko to kneel and vomit; instead, she was the one who knelt and vomited first.

Of course, Touko wasn't much better off; she vomited as well—though she did it while leaning against the wall.

This small difference decided the victory.

Touko won, Aoko lost.

When Shinji returned to their house, the sisters were hugging each other, wrapped in the same thin blanket, sound asleep.

It was only at such times that the sisters could be as close as they were in their youth.

Exchanging a glance with Justeaze, who was washing the sisters' clothes, Shinji carried the fresh ingredients he had just bought from the morning market into the kitchen and began to work.

The midnight snack was just a warm-up; the real showcase of his skills would come at dawn.

Last night, because of Touko and Aoko, he didn't accompany Arcueid into Mooncell for exploration. She must be in a bad mood now. To cheer her up, a hearty breakfast was essential.

Additionally, he had to prepare a hangover cure for Touko and Aoko. People who drink too much, especially those who get thoroughly drunk, feel very uncomfortable when they wake up, experiencing headaches, dizziness, fatigue, dry mouth, stomach pain, and other symptoms. If left unattended, these symptoms could last a whole day or even longer. But with prior preparation, they could recover quickly.

After bustling for over an hour, Shinji picked up the tray and, together with Justeaze, who had just finished drying the clothes, entered the small world.

What followed had become a routine.

Arcueid was sulking, leaning by the window and constantly looking out. As soon as she smelled the food, she pounced over but was casually dodged by Shinji, who stuffed a bread roll into her mouth. By the time she swallowed, Justeaze had already placed the tray on the table.

This might seem like an odd scene, but it was their usual way of interacting.

And so, amidst playful banter, they finished breakfast. Arcueid burrowed into the bed like a cat, closed her eyes, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Shinji would then chat with Justeaze for a while longer until she urged him to rest. Only then would he cheekily ask for a goodnight kiss or hug before heading to his room, carrying this warmth and gentleness to the sealed stone chamber, using these beautiful emotions to touch Altera.

Yes, he wanted to color Altera's blank slate with his hues, but these colors had to be bright and beautiful, not dark and ugly.

Shinji wasn't Amnesia-stricken Hakuno Kishinami, who could act impulsively and perform flamboyant actions like human slides or giant deity exploration, but he had one advantage—time. He had enough time to slowly paint and influence, believing that one day, even the weapon of destruction would bloom brilliantly.

"Altera, do you remember the story I told you about those sisters?"

"I remember."

"The story has a continuation."

"Really? Tell me, did they reconcile?"

"Of course, they did because they are sisters."

"Ah, that's wonderful."

As always, sitting at the top of the temple with her knees hugged, Altera breathed a sigh of relief and showed a pure, beautiful smile.

"Since they used to get along so well, they'll get along well in the future too, right?"

"They definitely will," Shinji's voice spread to Altera through the light of the soul.

"How did they reconcile?"

"Well, that's a long story..."

...

The Aozaki sisters, far away on Earth, naturally wouldn't know about Altera's concern and anticipation. Even if they did, they wouldn't have the mood to think about it.

Because they were feeling awful—dizzy and parched.

"Ugh..."

"Mmm..."

They reached out to rub their eyes. As their blurry vision gradually cleared, they saw each other's figures reflected in their blue and orange eyes and realized they were entangled together.

"Thud!"

"Ah—!"

Aoko instinctively shrank back, accidentally tumbling off the bed.

Touko also wanted to move but, having a less robust physique than Aoko was a step slower and narrowly avoided the mishap.

The scream and fall cleared their heads a bit.

"Where is this..."

"Why am I..."

"And my clothes... What happened while I was passed out—ahhh, it's all your fault, Touko!!!"

Aoko clutched her head and wailed. Touko gave her sister an exasperated look.

"After all these years, you're still so impulsive. This is my place. My friend brought us back, and it was probably that person who changed our clothes. They were following us the whole time we were drinking yesterday."

"Your friend?"

Aoko got up from the floor, leaning against the wall, skeptical.

"Did you think I'd drink so much without precautions? Do you think I'm as careless as you? It's a miracle you haven't been sold off after wandering around for so many years."

"Hmph, sold me? Who could even manage that?"

"Bold words," Touko habitually reached for her glasses on the bedside table.

"If no one had been following us last night, the bar might have held us to pay our tab. Then, well..."

"Uh..."

Aoko couldn't argue and tried to change the subject.

"By the way, is your friend a man or a woman?"

Touko pushed up her glasses, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"A man."

"What? A man!!!"

Aoko exploded on the spot.

"A man undress me, and, and—"

Yes, Justeaze changed their clothes thoroughly, from inside out, meaning Aoko was wearing nothing but a nightgown.

"Where is that man? I·Will·Kill·Him!!!"