In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

Subsequently, as the mother of both of them, she immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Tokiomi, if that's the case, won't Rin and Sakura go crazy sooner or later?"

"Isn't there any solution at all?"

“Yes, it definitely exists.” Tokiomi Tohsaka frowned. “Our family’s blessing can protect the person who obtains it from this corruption.”

"That's it-"

Zenshiro Aoi wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but found that her husband's expression was even more serious than before.

She realized that things weren't that simple.

"Tokiomi".

"It seems there are other problems, right?"

“Hmm.” Tokiomi Tohsaka looked troubled. “Because the blessing can only be given to one person.”

"what?!"

Upon hearing this news, Zenjou Aoi was struck dumb, as if by a bolt from the blue, and nearly collapsed.

Fortunately, Tokiomi Tohsaka caught her in time, thus averting a dangerous situation.

"How could this be?"

Zenjou Aoi felt that even breathing had become difficult.

She never expected the final result to be like this.

Between Rin and Sakura, only one of them can accept this blessing to avoid the effects of the blood?

Isn't that the same as letting another person wait to die?

Zenjou Aoi couldn't accept this at all.

but--

Looking at Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was also in pain, she couldn't say a word.

Yes.

If he feels pain, isn't he feeling the same way?

After much deliberation, Zenjou Aoi decided not to exert any more pointless pressure on Tohsaka Tokiomi. Instead, she gently asked:

"That--"

"Tokiomi, what do you plan to do?"

"..."

"I haven't figured out what to do yet." The man's voice lowered further, revealing a sense of helplessness.

"But Aoi, I will definitely try my best to find a way."

"Until then—"

Tokiomi Tohsaka looked at the flowers arranged to the side, and a hint of emotion appeared in his eyes.

"I think... it's better not to let Rin and Sakura realize that they are sisters."

“…Hmm.” Zenjou Aoi nodded.

"I understand."

The undercurrents of the Fourth Holy Grail War are still surging.

But you, still asleep, remain completely unaware of these things.

However, you can clearly feel your consciousness becoming clearer.

You feel that you might wake up at some point.

And this premonition came true not long after.

In the large study of the Fuyuki Tohsaka residence.

Tokiomi Tohsaka was talking on the phone with someone.

He looked extremely excited, as if he had discovered some priceless treasure.

Meanwhile, the petite Sakura Tohsaka stood beside him, looking puzzled and touching her chin with her fingers, appearing quite adorable.

"I see!" Tokiomi Tohsaka replied to the voice on the phone with great enthusiasm.

"The Matou family just happens to need an adopted daughter, doesn't that mean?!"

"Understood. I'll bring Sakura to your place in a few days!"

"Well, it's a deal."

After a thoroughly enjoyable conversation, Tokiomi Tohsaka put down the phone and paced excitedly around the room, almost shouting out loud.

Seeing her father like this, the obedient Sakura Tohsaka started dancing with joy.

Even if——

She actually had no idea what had happened.

Tokiomi Tohsaka quickly noticed this.

He composed himself and coughed lightly a few times.

"Cough cough."

"Um... Sakura, wasn't Daddy's behavior just now embarrassing?"

"No~ no~" Sakura Tohsaka laughed foolishly.

"Dad looks so cute when he's happy!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

But as an adult, he still knows how to manage his emotions.

He reached out, smiled, and patted Sakura Tohsaka's head before saying:

"Sakura, how about you go meet someone with Daddy Yu in a few days?"

"Hmm~"

Sakura Tohsaka nodded obediently—she never refused her father's arrangements.

In this respect, she is completely opposite to her older sister, Rin Tohsaka.

Seeing her like this, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt even more joy.

Just as I had sensed before, both Rin and Sakura inherited a part of Madam Zenshiro Aoi.

The former refers to appearance, while the latter refers to personality.

This means that no matter who it is, Tokiomi Tohsaka simply cannot give up on them so easily.

Fortunately, the Matou family needed an adopted daughter.

So--

If I leave Rin behind and send Sakura over there...

Then we can use the Matou family's protection to ensure her safety.

There's nothing more joyful than the fact that both daughters are alive!

Thinking of this, the man turned around and took a rectangular, exquisite box from the bookshelf.

As the fifth head of the Tohsaka family, a family of magicians, Tokiomi Tohsaka has one more thing he must do—participate in the Holy Grail War.

The box contained one of the things he had prepared in advance.

The man opened the box, and inside was a sword sheath that looked quite old.

It was so rusted that it looked as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Even so, anyone who glances at it can feel the warmth it exudes; it is a truly remarkable existence.

of course.

Sakura Tohsaka had never seen this thing before.

So when she first caught a glimpse of it, she craned her neck and asked with great curiosity:

"Dad, what is this?"

In high spirits, Tokiomi Tohsaka had no intention of avoiding the question.

He explained in a roundabout way: "This is something Dad prepared in advance; it's the scabbard of the Excalibur Gallatin sword."

"The scabbard of the Excalibur Gallatin sword?"

Sakura Tohsaka blinked.

"That sounds amazing!"

“Of course.” Tokiomi Tohsaka patted his daughter’s head. “This was something we went to great lengths to get back.”

If that doesn't work—

"Dad will have to go collect other things."

"Then what does Daddy need such a powerful thing for?" Sakura Tohsaka tilted her head and asked.

"..."

Realizing he might have said a bit too much, Tokiomi Tohsaka coughed a few times.

"Secret."

"Alright." The man glanced at his watch casually. "Sakura, it's time for bed."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't be a good child."

"Huh?! I'm going to sleep right now!"

After saying that, Sakura Tohsaka took one last curious look at the scabbard.