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

You decide to give her a gentle reminder.

“Then, Sakura.”

"Hmm?" Sakura Tohsaka blinked.

"Don't you... think this is a bit much?" Mr. Ghost explained his reasons.

"This is someone else's home."

"..."

Sakura Tohsaka did not directly answer Mr. Ghost's question.

She looked up at her father and mother in front of her.

A hint of hesitation appeared in those lovely eyes.

"I don't know..." Sakura Tohsaka gestured with her fingers.

"But since it was arranged by Mom and Dad, then—"

The little girl didn't continue speaking, but what she wanted to express was clear enough.

That is, she felt she shouldn't oppose such things.

Of course you couldn't agree with Sakura Tohsaka's idea.

You decide to try and persuade her further.

But just then, you notice the two people in front of you have started chatting too.

After some deliberation, you decide to eavesdrop on the conversation ahead.

"Tokiomi, why are you letting us take Sakura over so quickly?" Zenjou Aoi asked anxiously.

"Didn't we agree that she would stay with us for a few more days?"

"I am not sure as well."

Tokiomi Tohsaka frowned, and his hand on the steering wheel tightened its grip.

"but--"

"They've all said that... I can't just refuse, can I?"

"That would complicate things."

"..."

Zenshiro Aoi didn't say anything more. She raised her head and stole a glance at her daughter through the rearview mirror.

A hint of sadness crept into the woman's eyes.

But in the end, she could only hide it all and pretend that nothing had happened.

[Zen City Aoi was unaware that you were watching her actions.]

You realize that this mother subconsciously doesn't want to send Sakura Tohsaka away.

[Furthermore, you discover that this was not a spur-of-the-moment act, but rather the result of careful planning.]

Is it really as Sakura Tohsaka said—an arrangement that shouldn't be resisted?

Things are not as simple as they seem.

This has made you temporarily put aside your idea of ​​persuading Sakura Tohsaka.

You decide to see what's going on first.

The car sped along the road and finally stopped in front of a huge mansion.

The first to get off the train was Tokiomi Tohsaka, followed by Aoi Zenjou, and then Sakura Tohsaka.

After that, the couple took their daughter's hands, one on each side.

Looking at the decent-looking mansion in front of him, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt a little better.

He turned to Zenjou Aoi beside him and said:

"sunflower."

"The environment looks pretty good... Sakura would probably be doing well here."

"I hope so." Not wanting her husband to worry, Zenjo Aoi forced a smile.

“Sakura is our child… I don’t want to see her get hurt.”

"Me too."

As Tokiomi Tohsaka spoke, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

—Beep—Beep—

connected.

"Tsuruno, I am Tokiomi Tohsaka."

"Aoi and I have arrived at the manor with the child. May I ask where we would like to meet?"

“Oh, I see.” Tokiomi Tohsaka nodded. “I’ll wait here.”

The man closed his phone and then recounted the conversation to his wife, who was standing beside him.

"Aoi, please wait a moment."

"He'll be here soon."

"……Um."

Zenjou Aoi responded to her husband, but the hand she held in her daughter's hand tightened even more than before, eventually hurting her.

"Mommy, it hurts so much..."

"Oh, sorry."

As a mother, Zenshiro Aoi felt she couldn't take it anymore.

But she couldn't show too much emotion in front of her child.

[Zenjo Aoi's reaction further confirmed the correctness of your thoughts.]

As a mother, she was quite resistant to sending her daughter away.

This makes you increasingly aware of the seriousness of the problem.

What circumstances could possibly lead a mother who loves her daughter so much to willingly send her away?

There was a clang.

The iron gate of the mansion was pushed open.

But the person who came to greet the Tohsaka family was an elderly man who looked very old.

"Old Master Zang Yan, why are you the one receiving us?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka looked at the old man in front of him, his expression filled with surprise.

When faced with this question, Zouken Matou, who was called "Old Master," simply gave a nonchalant response.

"Tsuruno had some urgent matters to attend to, so he asked me to coordinate with you."

"I see."

Having learned the reason, Tokiomi Tohsaka nodded.

"Sorry to trouble you."

“That’s not true.” Zouken Matou’s gaze swept over the family in front of him.

"It's not appropriate to talk about this outside. Let's go inside."

"it is good."

Guided by Zouken Matou, the Tohsaka family quickly entered the mansion.

However, the agent only escorted Tokiomi Tohsaka into the room, leaving Aoi Zenjou and Sakura Tohsaka to wait outside.

You realize this might be a deliberate arrangement with ulterior motives.

inside the room.

Tokiomi Tohsaka and Zouken Matou sat on either side of the table.

"You said before..." Zouken Matou cut straight to the point, "Your second daughter has the makings of a magician, right?"

Because he needed someone's help, Tokiomi Tohsaka's attitude became much more humble.

He nodded and replied:

"Yes, the relevant tests have already been conducted."

"But because I left in such a hurry, I didn't bring the relevant documents with me... If needed, I can go back and get them now."

“No need.” Zouken Matou looked at the man in front of him. “Since you’re willing to admit it, it must be true.”

"Hmm... I don't like beating around the bush either."

The old man directly shared his idea.

"Since she's already here, let's just keep her here today."

"This……"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Tokiomi Tohsaka still didn't expect the adoption to happen so quickly.

but--

The man also knew that this might be his daughter's only way to survive.

Despite the doubts, magicians cannot test each other's intentions—that would mean a war to the death.

It's as if the other party doesn't intend to figure out why they're giving their daughter to him.

Tokiomi Tohsaka composed himself and answered Zouken Matou:

"Okay, I see."

"Yeah, I like your straightforward personality."