After a long while, Rin let out a long sigh and leaned against the wall, looking somewhat dejected.
“Fine, since you’ve already decided, Sakura.
Besides, for the Matou Family, coming up with this amount of capital won’t exactly break the bank.”
She respected Sakura’s choice, then added, “However, we can’t just give him the money so easily.
We must sign the strictest Magecraft contract, along with a legally binding agreement to sever all ties.
I know a lawyer who specializes in handling disputes between the mystical side and the secular world.
Although their fees are very high, they are absolutely professional.”
“Thank you, sister.”
Sakura’s eyes brightened slightly; she knew this was Rin caring for her and helping her.
“Also, that…”
Rin scratched her cheek awkwardly, her voice dropping.
“Although I really don’t want to see that guy’s face, as…
as your sister, I must be present at a time like this.
To prevent that bastard from playing any tricks or setting traps in the agreement.”
Watching Rin’s tsundere yet protective demeanor, the gloom in Sakura’s heart seemed to dissipate a little.
She smiled sincerely: “Yes, then I’ll leave it to you, sister.”
The next morning, in the high-end ward area of Fuyuki Central Hospital.
A group of people broke the silence here.
Walking in the front was Rin, wearing a red turtleneck sweater and a black miniskirt, stepping in black over-the-knee boots.
Behind her was Sakura, wearing a simple trench coat with a calm expression.
And following them were two middle-aged men in suits.
One was a senior commissioner from Fuyuki Bank, and the other was a professional lawyer Rin had specifically hired, affiliated with an external organization of the Mages Association’s Department of Law.
“Listen carefully, Sakura.” Standing at the ward entrance, Rin stopped and turned, earnestly cautioning, “After we go in, try to speak as little as possible.
That guy is best at exploiting others’ sympathy or fear.
Especially you, don’t be intimidated by his bluster.
Leave everything to me.”
“Okay, sister.” Sakura nodded obediently, clutching the black briefcase tightly in her hand.
Rin took a deep breath, twisted the doorknob directly, and pushed the door open with a clatter.
Inside the ward, Shinji was leaning against the headboard, looking out the window, bored.
Hearing the door open, he turned his head.
When he saw this large group of people, especially when he saw Rin leading them, the corner of his eye twitched noticeably.
“Yo, isn’t this the young lady of the Tohsaka Family?”
Shinji groaned inwardly.
In his past life—he should probably put it that way—Rin was a heroine he loved very much, and in this life, Rin was also a girl and woman he liked very much.
That high-and-mighty young lady of the Tohsaka Family, the flower on the high peak, how could he forget the meme about her legs being worth a year of play?
Although that had nothing to do with him now.
But at this very moment, she was the woman he feared most.
Keen, strong-willed, unreasonable, and her intuition was frighteningly accurate.
Yet, he quickly put on that signature, punchable, mocking expression on his face.
“What?
Are you here to see the joke, or to see me off?
Bringing so many people, someone who didn’t know better would think you were here to hold my memorial service.”
“If I could, I would truly hope to hold a memorial service for you directly.”
Rin sneered, pulled over a chair without hesitation, and sat by the bed, her slender legs crossed, aura fully unleashed.
“Cut the crap.
Sakura said you agreed to take the money and get lost?
I’m here to see if it’s true, and by the way, confirm if your brain was damaged and you’re dreaming.”
Shinji shrugged, which tugged at his wounds and made him frown slightly, but he masked it well: “Compared to watching you so-called allies of justice and victims perform a touching emotional drama here, I prefer the sunshine and wine of Hawaii.
Well, did you bring the money?”
His gaze passed over Rin and fell on Sakura behind her.
Sakura did not avoid his gaze.
In those purple eyes, the fear and pity of the past had faded; she had already accepted this outcome in her heart.
“I brought it.”
Sakura stepped forward and placed the briefcase on the nightstand, the spot where the vase had previously been smashed by Shinji, now cleaned up by a nurse.
Not even superficial family etiquette left?
Shinji was happy for Sakura’s change.
The lawyer stepped forward, took out several thick documents from the briefcase, adjusted his glasses, and said in a businesslike manner: “Mr.
Shinji, this is the ‘Asset Division and Severance of Relations Agreement’ drafted according to the commission of Ms.
Sakura.
It includes a declaration to renounce the inheritance of the Matou Family headship, a consent form for the removal of the Magic Crest—although your crest is already damaged, the formalities must be completed—as well as a restraining order promising to permanently leave Fuyuki City and no longer contact Ms.
Sakura or her associates.”
The lawyer handed the documents to Shinji and offered a pen: “Please take a look.
Once signed, it will take effect immediately.
We will transfer the funds to your designated overseas offshore account.”
Shinji took the documents.
His fingers were a bit weak, but he still flipped through the pages steadily.
Inside, he was actually nervous.
He wasn’t the original, and he had an instinctive awe for things like Magecraft contracts.
But he knew he couldn’t show weakness now.
He feigned flipping through the terms, but he was mainly looking at the amount column.
“Hmph, the terms are listed quite meticulously.
Tohsaka, this is your handiwork, right?”
Shinji mocked while flipping through, “It’s practically like guarding against a thief.”
“To deal with you, the specifications for guarding against a thief aren’t enough; one must guard against a disaster.”
Rin retorted, her eyes locked on every micro-expression of Shinji, trying to find even a shred of regret or conspiracy.
However, she was disappointed.
On Shinji’s face, there was only a desire for money and impatience with all of this.
That pure, egoistic greed actually made Rin feel a wave of nausea, but at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He was a piece of trash, but at least he was a predictable piece of trash.
Finally, Shinji flipped to the page regarding the amount.
His gaze paused on that number.
The air seemed to freeze for a second.
Shinji’s heart skipped a beat.
He blinked, thinking he had misread it or that his vision had a problem.
The string of zeros after the number didn’t seem right no matter how he counted them.
It wasn’t the 10,000,000,000 agreed upon previously, but 20,000,000,000.