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It was a difficult decision to make. He was taking a lot of responsibility onto himself by choosing to do this, placing the world in his own palms, and trusting that he would turn out to be a Cincinnatus and not a Sulla. But he was a Hero of Justice. It was who he was at the most fundamental level. His goal was to save literally everyone in front of him, no matter who, and these earrings would allow him to do that.

And the first step on that would be to deal with this War. It couldn't be allowed to stay as it was. Ishtar and Lancer had already left the school a blasted landscape that more readily resembled the no mans land between World War One Trenches than it did a schoolyard. If that fight had happened in the day, if there had been other students present, it could have been disastrous. Worse, if Shinji had stayed behind to clean the archery range instead of him, he wouldn't have had the earrings to save his life from the two titanic forces of nature. He would have been dead in Shirou's position, and both Ishtar and Rin would have died along with him.

Still. The first thing to deal with would be the situation right in front of him. "Ishtar, Saber, wouldn't it be normal for you two to be able to get along and work together, considering that you are both my servants?"

"That is so Master." Saber replied to him, her glare at Ishtar softening slightly, though it still existed. "On the battlefield and elsewhere we should serve as an exceptional team. Even if it is begrudgingly."

"I could say the same about you!" Ishtar said, turning towards Saber and leaning forwards over the table so close to the blonde woman that she collapsed forwards onto it, her ass sticking up into the air on Shirou's side, and seeing it wiggling there, he couldn't help but remember the feeling of holding it in his hand from when he had carried her home earlier. His hand reached out to grab a hold of it almost unconsciously. "You're so serious. If it wasn't for you being so hot, I'd almost insist that Shirou let me dispatch you and reroll for a new servant, better suited for him." Shirou's hand came down on her shaking right cheek and dug in, grabbing a great handful of the bounteous backside and squeezing it, feeling the large buttock being shaped by his grasp.

"Your existence as a goddess clearly divorces you from anything approximating common sense." Saber replied dismissively, instead choosing to look over at Shirou at wait patiently for him to say something else, though her eyes did flit towards his hand on Ishtar's ass for a few seconds, before fixing on him and staying there. His mind was distracted. It was just so soft and perfect. It jiggled even just from the lightest jostling, but that didn't mean it wasn't also delightfully firm and toned. The muscle there was incredible, powerful, and somehow perfect. He couldn't quite place a reason to why, just the P-word drifted into his mind just from the feel of it within his hands. He couldn't judge it on an objective level at all, his mind was too engrossed in the squish of it, the swaying of it, the sensuousness of it. It was all far too much to handle. "That is not how the Grail functions. You cannot simply try again until you get a servant you like."

"Master~" Ishtar whined at him, though his hand gave a particularly firm squeeze halfway through and it transformed into something much closer to a moan. Whatever effect on Ishtar he was having though, she didn't seem to mind it. In fact she began to budge right as she whined, moving closer towards him, allowing him to get a fuller glimpse at what exactly it was he had in his hand. "She's being mean to me. Tell her off! As your goddess I command you!"

"So it's normal for Masters to punish their servants?" He asked distractedly, his focus on the perfect ass that he just could not stop groping.

"Of course it is!" Ishtar replied, wriggling her ass back into his hand, filling it and pushing it into his hand with such **** that his hand began to sink into it, and her buttock flesh began to spill over his fingers, as well as pressing up between them. "A Master should be able to keep control of their servants. One that can't must be incompetent as a Master!"

Far away a certain magenta haired enforcer woman sneezed.

"I'm not sure there is any reason to punish her though. I mean it isn't like I know what is going on too well, and your both servants, so I don't think you know the full details. Wouldn't it be normal for there to be someone around who could explain everything?"

Ishtar brought her hand to her chin, and stroked it while wandering deep into her thoughts for a moment. She got so lost for that small moment that she actually leaned back and sat down, and Shirou's hand was almost crushed beneath her ass cheeks. It would have been, if not for the fact that her backside simply had so much cushion to it that his hand was almost comfortable beneath it. "There actually might be. Rin had to tell someone about her participation in the war, a Kotomine person who lives up in the church. If Rin were awake she could probably explain things too, but I have no idea who long she'll sleep, so this Kotomine might actually be the best option."

"That might be an excellent idea Master." Saber gave her own opinion on the subject. "In addition, if Rin had to tell this person about her participation in the war, then it might be best for us to as well." She hid it well, but even in his distracted state, Shirou had caught the slight widening of her eyes at hearing that name, as well as the slightly more wooden face she had adopted after, forcing herself to not give off a reaction.

It would likely be a smart move to go and talk to this Kotomine, though it did mean he had to remove his hand from under Ishtar's ass. Alternatively, they could stay here, he could keep fondling away, and they could wait for Rin to awaken and tell them everything they needed to know.