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"but--"

Ilya looked at Artoria.

“Saber told me before… that we can’t just accept murder so easily.”

"So I refused them."

"Then they said I wasn't feeling well and needed to rest here—hehe, and then they summoned her out!"

"..."

"..."

The room fell silent in an instant.

Apart from Ilya, the other three people present knew the true meaning behind her words.

The family needed Ilya to summon another Berserker.

However, because of what Artoria had told her, the little girl refused.

Thinking about it this way, the so-called "quiet recuperation" was actually just imprisoning her here with the family's magical barrier, leaving her to fend for herself.

This reasonably explains why such a young child had no adult around and no servants to take care of her.

Because nobody cares about (or dares not care about) this rebellious child—they are probably already looking for an obedient replacement.

Vivian's initial failure to notice the castle was likely due to the barrier itself.

Thinking about it this way, the Berserker, who was summoned like a miracle, actually became Illya's savior.

At least--

She used her own flames to break the magical barrier set up there, and she did succeed.

After arriving at this answer, Artoria felt even more guilty.

If Irisviel had been protected back then, Illya's situation might have been different.

Thinking of this, the girl gently patted Vivian's shoulder, gesturing for her to come aside and talk.

"What's wrong?" the witch asked.

"That, sister."

Artoria looked at Illya and Berserker, who were still playing around.

"or--"

"Shall we form an alliance with them for now?"

322. Morgan's Obsession Is Everywhere / Scáthach's Hope / Alliance (4k)

Artoria's thoughts silenced Vivian.

After a long while, she finally spoke:

"Rider, are you serious?"

"Yeah." Altria nodded.

"Sister... Master, at the moment, we don't know much about the other participants."

"If we can form an alliance with Ilya and the others in advance, we will definitely gain a strategic advantage."

"..."

Vivian is not confused.

She could, of course, see that her sister Artoria's suggestion was somewhat influenced by personal feelings.

Although the reason for this is unknown, it certainly cannot be that simple.

but--

Despite Artoria's own ideas, Vivian had to admit that her suggestion was indeed very much in line with her current needs.

So far, the witch only has the following information at her disposal.

Saber Ian, whose Master is Sakura Tohsaka;

Rider Artoria, whose corresponding Servant is herself;

as well as--

Berserker, corresponding to the Servant Illya;

The situation regarding the remaining four riders is currently completely unknown.

Logically and emotionally, she should indeed do as Artoria says.

In the past, Vivian might have hated herself for thinking this way.

But now, she's not so stubborn anymore.

"I understand."

Vivian's gaze fell on the Rider in front of her.

"This is indeed a solution worth considering."

"Then I'll go and communicate with them now."

Having received permission from Vivian, Artoria approached Illya and her Berserker.

Feeling apologetic towards the little girl, the girl cautiously began to speak:

"Ilia."

"Hmm?" Illya quickly turned around. "What's wrong, Saber-neechan?"

"Mmm." Artoria bent down and picked her up.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask... do you know what you're doing right now?"

Artoria had assumed that the other party would only have a partial understanding.

But Ilya gave a very accurate answer.

"I know—this is the Holy Grail War, isn't it?"

"You actually knew that?" Artoria was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, I know~" Ilya smiled innocently.

"I also know that you and that older sister are here to participate in the Holy Grail War, right?"

"So, Saber-neechan!"

"Want to form an alliance with me?!"

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing this answer, Artoria and Vivian exchanged bewildered glances.

Because this was a request that should have been made by their side.

but--

The British sisters didn't seem to have any objections to this.

After all, if the other party also brings it up, it means that their understanding is consistent.

“Okay.” Artoria nodded.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Illya."

"You're welcome~" The silver-haired loli being hugged looked very happy.

"elder sister--"

"Now that we are allies, could you answer a small question for me?"

"what is the problem?"

“It’s just…” Ilya looked up at the girl, “What is your real name?”

"..."

"..."

Ilya's words made Vivian feel increasingly uneasy—she realized that the other woman was not as innocent as she seemed on the surface.

Thinking of this, the witch's eyes gleamed slightly with a blue light.

She confirmed the other person's physical condition—this little girl named Ilya had an extremely large number of magic circuits!

If such a Master and an arsonist Berserker were to become partners, they would definitely have considerable combat power.

If we approach it from this perspective...

Vivian suddenly had an idea.

“Sure.” She walked to Artoria’s side and gently stroked Illya’s head.

"I can tell you Rider's name."

"But correspondingly—"

"You also need to tell me your best friend's name."

The good friend Vivian was referring to was none other than Illya's Servant, Berserker.

Yes.

This was Vivian's idea—to directly exchange the true names of both Servants.

Now that we know the other party is a powerful Master and a decent Servant, once we learn their true name, we can immediately begin preparing corresponding magic to target their weaknesses.

This is a targeted attack carried out under the guise of "alliance".

of course.

Revealing Artoria's name to the other party is indeed dangerous—after all, the other party could do the same.