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Everything and Nothing
Epilogue
"Lord Edelfelt gave glowing reports of your performance in the…Trifas Incident." Zelretch calmly said, before narrowing his eyes. "A little too glowing, even, considering her…usually less than positive opinions of your family."
"What can we say, my lord?" Rin said with a small smile. "Aside from giving our all and coming out of it alive and successful, that is. That last is especially important, as being alive and unsuccessful never ends well in the Clock Tower."
"Yes…" Zelretch drawled. "But I'm also just as interested in how Lord Edelfelt made a number of gold deposits with UBS, Credit Suisse, and Swiss Raiffeisen after you all returned from Romania. She's also arranged for a series of auctions over the following month at Christies and Greenwich."
"Well, it is Lord Edelfelt." Sakura said with a shrug. "Once Forvedge and Icecolle were both down for the count, it wasn't really a surprise that she started snapping up everything that wasn't bolted to the floor. Or even if it was bolted down, so long as she could get the bolts loose…"
Sakura trailed off with another shrug, causing Zelretch to lean forward over his desk with a deadpan expression on his face. "I also noticed you opened your own gold deposit account with Credit Suisse, Murderer Blue." He said dryly.
Sakura pouted. "Oh, fine." She huffed. "You want me to say it, I'll say it. Lord Edelfelt and us patched over a lot of ground between us, after Rin and I proved we had much more in common than she thought with our grandmother's side of the family."
"By looting the dead?"
"Yes."
Zelretch sighed heavily, and put his hands over his face. "With all due respect, my lord," Rin began in a conciliatory tone. "As…ethically-questionable, looting your defeated enemies are, it is something that's both accepted and even seen as normal in magi society."
"The Clock Tower's also got a connection with the British Museum." Sakura pointed out. "And how much of their collections come from looting other countries and peoples? From what I know, that's pretty much a major sore point with the Egyptian magical community…and even has Atlas and Estray wrangling with the Clock Tower every once in a while."
"…enough!" Zelretch said. "Let's…let's just move on from this…if nothing else, at least you and Lord Edelfelt won't be glaring daggers at each other so often."
"She's the one who usually does that, not me…"
"What did you do?" Zelretch cut in. "Around the time of the incident's climax, Association monitors picked up a colossal spike in mana in that region. Powerful enough to trigger a mass aurora event in Eastern Europe, even."
"We used the Jeweled Sword." Rin replied.
Zelretch stared at Rin. Rin stared back. Zelretch stared at Sakura. Sakura stared back. Zelretch blinked, groaned in realization, and let his face fall into his hands.
"Spatial manipulation?" he asked, and Sakura grinned.
"Yes!" she said. "I generated and maintained an event horizon around the Jeweled Sword, which distorted the prana flow from the mystic code around itself, and forming an accretion disk. By spinning the disk close to the speed of light, in accordance with the Theory of Relativity, time as measured within the disk and its immediate environs proceeded at a much faster rate compared to further away."
"At optimum performance," Rin chimed in. "One minute for us measured at approximately one year and four months within the disk. Seeing as we kept the ritual going for an estimated sixteen hours, that makes for an estimated nine hundred and sixty minutes, by our count. Within the red line, however, the equivalent of over one thousand, two hundred, and eighty years passed, in which time the Jeweled Sword was constantly funneling prana from the Kaleidoscope into Imaginary Numbers Space."
"How the hell did the sword not blow up?" Zelretch asked in exasperation. "No, don't answer that. It's obvious you were constantly adjusting the sword's resonance rates and oscillation frequency in those sixteen hours, I'm more concerned how you didn't die."
Rin shrugged. "Waves." She said.
"Come again?"
"I used wave principle." She said. "Basically, I cast a bounded field defined by my body's physical boundaries, and resonated it at the exact same frequency as Sakura's spatial distortion field. This canceled them both out, at least with regard to my own person, allowing me to safely work within the red line."
"…you are both too smart for your own good." Zelretch said while rubbing his temples. "But that doesn't explain the mana spikes, or that explosion which took out the Forvedge complex. Unless either of you are somehow packing an ether cannon, which I wouldn't past either or both of you, but the needed size of a cannon capable of such destruction…no. That would be too unbelievable."
"Well, simply put, we teleported in." Sakura said.
"What?"
"We teleported in." Sakura repeated. "It's just that we deliberately overpowered the teleportation spell, so the opening of the temporospatial rift was too much for the World to smoothly and quickly compensate."
"This, in turn, generated a spatial and metaphysical distortion wave." Rin said with a nod. "The former blew away the surrounding area, while the latter shorted out active mysteries, and ignited the leylines."
"In hindsight, we got lucky." Sakura mused. "When we left, the place was saturated by prana, which could have gone off any time."
"Like a fuel-air bomb…" Rin muttered. "…huh…we really did get lucky…"
Zelretch stared, open-mouthed, before frantically reaching for pen and paper. "Details, now!" he said, already making a mental note to send his granddaughter to patch up what was left of the Forvedge territory.
These women are crazy!
A prana explosion…? That's what they're worried about?
If they tore up the leylines, it's not impossible they damaged the metaphysical texture of the World itself.
Depending on the damage caused…oh no, we're looking at possible Grain contamination here.
Ah shit…I never should have left Nagato's bloodline unattended for so long…to say nothing of their Edelfelt heritage…
…damn it…damn it all to hell…
"So…now what?" Sakura asked after they'd been dismissed by the Wizard Marshal, who was already shakily breaking out the brandy even before they'd left his office.
"Well, he did say we're on extended leave…" Rin began.
"…and to think about the meaning of the word 'restraint'. Seriously…?" Sakura asked, looking and sounding genuinely confused.
"Well, I don't know about you," Rin said while stretching her limbs overhead. "But I'm up for some vacation time."
"Is that right?" Sakura asked with a smile. "Any plans?"
"Nothing big…" Rin said with a shrug. "…just going to go and visit my sister, that is, my version of, well, you."
Sakura laughed. "Not a bad idea," she said. "If I remember right, she's married and has a few kids, right?"
"That's right."
Sakura nodded. "Family's good to have." She said. "You should enjoy yourself with them."
"You know what, I think I will." Rin said with a slow nod, before looking at Sakura with a measuring look. "You know, you could always come and visit them with me. I'm sure Sakura and Shirou wouldn't mind, and they'd be very happy to meet you. Though, we'll have to find some way to…um, call both of you in a…um, non-confusing way…my head hurts…"
"Hmm…thanks for the invitation," Sakura said with a sigh. "But I'll have to turn it down for now. Don't forget, my version of Mister Superhero's finishing up law school, after which he's going to get married with Mitsuzuri-senpai."
"Going to give a hand with the wedding preparations, huh?"
Sakura shrugged. "If they ask, sure." She said. "But I doubt they will. You know as well as I do that both Mitsuzuri-senpai and Emiya-senpai are the old school types…"
"…and I know just who to blame in Shirou's case." Rin muttered with a roll of her eyes, as a certain tigress came to mind.
"…meaning Mitsuzuri-senpai's family will handle all the planning and preparation for any wedding." Sakura said. "That said, I do have to make my own preparations. Things like…oh, I don't know. What do I wear, gifts for the bride and groom…things like that."
Rin laughed. "I'm sure you already have a few ideas." She said.
"A few, yes." Sakura said with a laugh of her own. "To be honest, I've settled on wearing a kimono, the question is what kind of kimono."
"Well, you obviously can't wear a yukata, and a komon is also more than a bit informal."
"Ugh…that means I'll have to wear a furisode."
Rin laughed. "Well, it is a wedding." She said. "I'm sure there are some furisode stocked at home…okay, I'm honestly not sure about that."
Sakura waved her off. "If nothing else," she said. "It's not like I can't afford to have a new one made."
"True…gifts?"
"I have some ideas, some of which require a couple of plane trips to certain countries to get."
"Ambitious, aren't we?"
Sakura smirked. "Well, it wasn't a secret that I was a rich girl." She said. "You'd be surprised how many idiots tried to go out with me simply to get at my money. Or not…"
"…definitely not." Rin agreed. "To be honest, though, it was…fun, in a way, to make them look like fools by telling them no."
Sakura laughed. "I know, right?" she said. "Anyway, come on. Even if we're on vacation leave for the foreseeable future, it doesn't mean either of us have to go our separate ways right now. So, with that in mind, let's go have something to eat."
"Oh, I like that." Little Rin chimed in, causing her younger sisters to smile.
"Come to think of it," Rin mused aloud. "I'm pretty sure there's a very good noodle house over in Chinatown."
"Noodles!" Little Rin gushed, prancing around them excitedly in astral form, and unknowingly causing a passing Reines El-Melloi Archisorte to stumble and stare in shock as the Tohsaka sisters obliviously walked on. "Dumplings! Pork buns!"
"Want to go see if it's around here too?" Sakura asked, and Rin laughed.
"Must you ask?" she asked back, and Sakura laughed in her turn. They kept on walking, not realizing this was only the beginning. Of what, well, who knows?
A/N
Well, what do you know? I can actually finish my fanfictions instead of leaving them half-finished.
