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

"Could you please make a real effort for Ilya this once?"

"It is only natural."

Artoria answered without hesitation.

"I will fight with all my might to give you the best chance of victory."

A hint of joy appeared in Irisviel's eyes.

For her, agreeing to let Ilya come here from her family thousands of miles away was indeed the right choice.

Artoria's promise is a response to this choice.

But just as Irisviel was about to say more, she seemed to suddenly sense something and looked towards the door.

"Sorry, Kiritsugu is looking for me."

"Saber, could you please take care of Illya?"

"no problem."

After making the arrangements, Irisviel immediately left the room.

After walking along the long corridor for a while, she met her husband, Kiritsugu Emiya.

"Kiritsugu, what's wrong?" Irisviel asked with a smile. "Why did you call me so urgently?"

"..."

Kiritsugu Emiya let out a soft breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Alice, I have to go."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Irisviel's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

But instead of blaming Kiritsugu Emiya, she asked a question with a glimmer of hope.

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

"Ilya...she hasn't been here long, has she?"

"I really want to stay."

Kiritsugu Emiya turned around, his eyes, as dark as night, now held a hint of determination.

"But just like I said before, I need to get back to Fuyuki City as soon as possible."

"otherwise--"

"That could allow others to gain the upper hand."

"..."

"..."

Silence, then they looked at each other.

Irisviel keenly noticed her husband's unusual behavior.

"Kiritsugu, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"If you have any, just say it all at once."

"Ellie."

Emiya Kiritsugu reached out and gently stroked his wife's snow-white hair.

"I want to come with you and Saber."

"..."

Irisviel's eyes bloomed like flowers in an instant.

But she soon realized that her husband had not made this request for no reason.

After thinking it over, she had an answer.

"Kiritsugu, do you want me and her to cooperate with your actions?"

Knowing he couldn't hide it from Irisviel, or perhaps feeling there was no need to hide it from her, Kiritsugu Emiya nodded.

"Yes."

"The Holy Grail War is inseparable from the appearance of Servants."

“I plan to have you act as me from the beginning… that way, I won’t attract so much attention.”

"That's what I thought."

Irisviel sighed, then put her hands on her hips and responded energetically.

"I understand."

“I will take Saber with me and go with you—but what about Illya?”

"If we all leave, there will be no one here to take care of her, right?"

“You can rest assured about that.” Kiritsugu Emiya took Irisviel’s hand. “I have already contacted your family.”

"They... will send someone to live with Ilya."

So there's no need to worry about her life.

"I see." Irisviel nodded. "Then I'm relieved."

"But we might have to sneak away... otherwise Ilya will definitely cry her eyes out."

"Well, it's up to you."

For once, a hint of warmth appeared in Kiritsugu Emiya's usually cold eyes.

"Thank you, Ellie."

I thought you would be very resistant to doing this.

"What are you saying?" Irisviel hugged Kiritsugu Emiya.

"I already said that on our wedding day."

"No matter what, I will always support you—I'm not kidding!"

at the same time.

Inside Irisviel's room.

Artoria, standing by the bed, watched with delight as Illya bounced around on the bed.

of course.

The image she saw was not Ilya, but Mordred.

Although she was not her and Ian's biological child, Artoria never neglected her because of this.

The feeling of taking care of children is a rare experience in a young girl's life.

Although it was indeed very hard work, it brought a very solid sense of happiness.

It is a treasure that can only be obtained by a "human" person; even the "king's" treasury, which contains all things, has never possessed it.

Aside from the years she spent secretly meeting with Ian, which are her most cherished memories, this period is the one Artoria loves most.

By the way——

What would it be like if I ever had the chance to have a child with Ian?

If it's a boy, he'll probably be just as brave and practical as him, right?

If you're a girl, don't be as plain as you are. Dress up like Morgan and look pretty; he'll definitely like you more that way.

However, in that case, it seems we need to get him to change his bad habit of drinking at that place first.

How can I get him to like normal positions...?

A night raid might be a good idea?

Artoria's fantasies about marriage grew so intense that she completely failed to notice that Ilya on the bed had stopped.

"Saber!" the little girl shouted.

Hearing the shout, Artoria was jolted back to the cold reality from her warm fantasy.

"Hmm... what's wrong?"

"It's nothing~" Ilya still looked adorable.

"I just want to know where Mom went."

"..."

Without much hesitation, Artoria responded directly.

"Oh... Master has left for a while, she'll be back soon."

"That's it~"

Ilya didn't cause as much of a fuss as Artoria had imagined—it seemed that these things were perfectly normal for her.

She continued to ask:

"That--"

"Mom says you're Saber, so you should have your own weapon, right?"

"..."

Although she didn't know what Ilya wanted to achieve by asking such a question, Artoria still conjured up her Noble Phantasm, the Golden Sword of Invincibility (Caliburn).

Looking at the exquisitely crafted blade, a strange interest flickered in the little girl's eyes.

Soon, she asked a question that Artoria hadn't expected.

“Saber——”

"How did you kill someone with this sword?"