Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Although androids can be instilled with experience and knowledge, they are very slow in developing personality and emotions; even someone like Irisviel is quite rare.

However, Ilya was no different from any other child since birth.

Having been instilled with a wealth of knowledge, the newly born girl possessed an endless curiosity and desire to explore the world; however, this innocence was soon destroyed.

This Holy Grail War has nothing to do with her, and even if she is needed, it will be in the next Holy Grail War.

However—the immense pressure brought by 'Solomon' plunged the Einzbern family into an even deeper abyss of despair. Unable to see their long-cherished wish of recreating the Third Law, Ahadeon and others seemed to have fallen into some kind of obsession, and began to frantically destroy—no, strengthen—the next individual from this moment on.

That individual was Illyasviel.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much...!" She was already crying uncontrollably from the pain after just one magic transformation.

The angel faced the pain that he should have experienced after Kiritsugu's defeat, prematurely.

His whole body was wrapped in bandages—because his personality was no different from that of a normal child, he subconsciously wanted to escape but could never escape the castle.

Even though she holds a prestigious position in this castle due to her special status, the more prestigious she is, the more she will be imprisoned like a canary.

In just half a day, the newborn's original expectations of the world turned into fear and withdrawal.

Without mastering magic, she couldn't escape at all, and no one cared about her disheveled state or her frantically running little feet. In her panic, she ended up at the place where the abandoned homunculi of the Einzbern family were kept—that pool.

Having seen countless 'failed works,' her memory told her that they were all products of countless failures and destructions before she could be cultivated into an outstanding individual.

In this generation—her relationship with Irisviel (the previous generation), who is related to her by blood, is a miracle that is rare to see once in hundreds of years, a perfect masterpiece.

At that very moment, the kind-hearted child, who was born with expectations and hopes for the world, suddenly stopped running and crying out in pain after feeling the intense malice of her family.

Instead, she stared in disbelief, tears welling in her eyes, at the pool of artificial human parts: "This is too much... Why—why must they all die? Shouldn't it be me, the one who went to fight, who should die?"

She was in so much pain just from being modified once. When she was first born, even though she knew the mission of her birth, she had never felt fear. She was full of desire to help her grandfather, Ahadeon, fulfill the family's destiny and obtain the Holy Grail. But after undergoing the modification, she realized from the pain how difficult and terrible this path was. The pain made her afraid, made her suffer, and also made her realize the horror of 'death'.

The records show that 'death' is more terrifying than pain, yet it is commonplace here. Even the abandoned dolls in the pool comfort and reassure Ilya, telling her there is no need to grieve or shed tears for these discarded items.

however--

"No matter how I think about it, it's wrong... Why—!" Ilya exclaimed.

If possible, no one would be born into this world with aspirations, hoping to come to such a hell.

"Miss Illyasviel—so you're here? Please don't wander around, the second transformation is about to begin." A homunculus maid suddenly appeared behind Illyasviel. Her delicate features, with the same white hair and red eyes as Illyasviel's, did not bring Illyasviel any warmth or comfort from her family. Instead, it made Illyasviel's legs tremble and her calves involuntarily take two steps back, almost falling into the pool.

"A second time? No, it hurts—it hurts—! Ilya doesn't like modifications... Please spare Ilya. Even without modifications, I can still lift the Holy Grail for my family."

"You can't be willful, Illyasviel. Your first modification was perfect. Given this, there's no problem with immediately carrying out a second modification. This is the path to making you even more perfect, and you have no right to refuse—only by becoming stronger can you have a chance to win the next Holy Grail War." Ahadeon's voice came through the familiar that had appeared there at some unknown time.

As for Ilya's claim of lifting the Holy Grail on her own, even the most outstanding homunculi have their limits, and Ahadeon completely ignored this point. As for the pain caused by the modification, it was utterly insignificant in the face of the long-cherished wish for the reappearance of the Third Law. Any homunculus created by the Einzbern family should have the mindset to dedicate everything to it.

"Grab her...bring her to the modification room..." When Ahadon gave the order, the maid expressionlessly reached out her hand, but Ilya ducked out from under her and pushed her away at the same time.

"I'm sorry—!!" Ilya cried out as she ran in terror, but no matter where she ran, it was no use, as other android maids had already been ordered to block her path.

After turning a corner, the maid's figure appeared at the end of the corridor, like a little girl cornered in a survival game.

Faced with a hellish 'life' scenario, having only been born for a day, it is subjected to such torment, almost causing its nascent personality to collapse and despair.

Just then—time and space seemed to suddenly stop, and a will that seemed to descend from the universe cast its gaze upon this place.

'To think she appeared at a time like this? Illyasviel von Einzbern.' Even though Kiritsugu Emiya's marriage into the Einzbern family had been completely disrupted by his arrival, along with the Holy Grail War, Illyasviel was still born, and even prematurely.

Even considering the life and purpose that Ahadeon and others arranged for her after they created her, this is probably more cruel and tragic than the original Ilya's fate.

Two modifications in one day—what kind of beastly idea is this? Even Ilya from the original world never received such treatment.

Although the domineering laws of the night flow out constantly, covering the entire universe, they don't stare at one place for too long. Before anyone noticed, it turned out that not only was Ilya born, but the newborn child, as blank as a sheet of paper and full of curiosity about the world, was treated in this way.

This caused a strong murderous intent to rise in Ye's heart, even though he never considered himself a good or bad person and did whatever he wanted in the mythical universe.

Chapter Thirty: Don't Cry—Children's Innocence is a Precious Treasure in the World

Ilya crouched down, covering her head in defense!

She was so devastated by her life that she trembled with fear of her fate.

"Please...please, don't take me to that room again. Ilya doesn't want to be modified anymore. I'll do anything you ask, except for that."

However—the violent treatment she expected did not happen. Although she did not have high hopes for the outcome of her pleas for mercy, after not suffering such a bad thing for a long time, Ilya finally mustered up her courage again and raised her little head blankly.

Seeing that everything around them had stopped, even the maids who were walking towards them had stopped moving and remained motionless.

This miraculous scene, a stillness of space and time that even Ilya could perceive.

"Wow, that's amazing! Everyone's frozen in place... Who saved Ilya?" Even though Ilya was only a day old, her intelligent mind and knowledge made her very quick-witted. She didn't panic or cry like a child because of the situation.

Her comprehension was even better than that of many adults, and she immediately realized that she seemed to have been rescued.

But—who is it?

Suddenly—Ilya's soul seemed to fly out of her body and then be drawn in a certain direction.

She kept flying higher and higher until she reached the universe, and then it seemed as if she had entered a strange space.

That is the center of the domineering will of law...

The magical yet painless process in the middle did not frighten Ilya. Instead, she was immersed in this magical and awe-inspiring experience. She saw the blue sky, the universe, and the starry sky, and soared freely within them. It was as if she had arrived at the center of the universe.

Wait, the center of the universe—what's that?

The world is composed of an ancient and sacred relief, like a sheet of light.

Then—there she saw, a figure that also seemed to be glowing.

The figure was blurry and indistinct, but it could be vaguely identified as a very handsome older brother.

But whether it was her imagination or not, the figure in front of her, though still in human form, gave Ilya an incredibly enormous feeling, majestic and sacred as if it were the entire world, making her afraid to look directly at it.

"The person who saved Ilya... was it you, big brother?" In a daze, Ilya's cute little face flashed with surprise and gratitude for surviving the ordeal as she hurriedly asked, seemingly eager to know who the master of the power that had warmly sheltered her was.

At this moment, as Yona looked at the familiar and lovely face of Ilya, and the tears that still lingered in her eyes, she thought of the scene of Ilya sobbing sadly and pleading in fear not long ago.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Ilya's eyes, a gesture that made Ilya blush with embarrassment after she realized what had happened.

"Don't cry—a child's innocence is the most precious treasure in the world..."

The adult world is full of filth, but children are different. Their pure and innocent hearts should not be exposed to the ugliness of adult society too early, nor should they bear such heavy burdens.

...Adults impose their own desires, ambitions, and tragic wishes on children, which is an unreasonable and cruel phenomenon.

Every moment, all sorts of tragedies are happening in this world. Even the greatest saint cannot save everyone... And the night never blesses or saves humanity or all sorrow. That is too unrealistic. What is even more difficult to achieve than the final trial of conquering humanity is the salvation of all mankind.

However—even someone like Shan Shan, who doesn't care about human life, can show a different kind of gentleness when facing children, and even gets along quite well with them.

At that moment, under that gentle touch, Ilya became certain that this was the one who had saved her. This radiant older brother reminded her of the angels and princes on white horses described in the knowledge she had acquired in her mind. Those saviors and heroic beings who would rescue little girls from despair must look just like this.

(This information is included because heroic spirits related to fairy tales and heroes may appear.)

As Ilya gazed longingly at the starlight that had rescued her from despair, she couldn't help but ask, "Big brother—you must be the legendary savior, the angel who helps humanity when they face difficulties. Does he really exist?"

She was certain that she could not possibly have any connection with this magnificent being before her. They had never met before, yet the being was willing to respond to her tiny, mournful cry at the moment of her birth…

How could this ray of hope not be an angel?

However—Night shook her head at this moment: "No, I am not an angel."

"Huh?!!" Ilya exclaimed, but she wasn't particularly disappointed. She was just a little flustered and embarrassed because she had guessed wrong. If it wasn't her angel brother, then what was it?

"I am not an angel, but rather an evil being standing in opposition to it. The sheer magnitude of this evil would even frighten and make gods bow down. Although I believe in the infinite potential of humanity and hope that one day a human hero will stand before me and challenge me—I will not protect humanity, much less save humanity. What humanity needs in times of crisis is not the protection of others, but self-salvation." Indeed—he is absolute evil, the final trial, a demon king who uses evil to stimulate and awaken humanity's will to survive. He is both human evil and human love; the more he loves humanity, the more thunderous storms he unleashes upon them.

The opposite of angels, the one even gods fear and bow down to... "Demon King"?

Ilya's mind went blank; she couldn't imagine that reality could be so different from her fantasy. But her innocent and naive heart made her anxiously say, "Even if he's an evil demon king, big brother must be a good person! If big brother is a demon king, then the angels who are his opposites must be bad guys!"

That's right—that's exactly it...

In a child's world, things are black and white. How could the hero who saved her be a bad guy? Then there must be something wrong with the knowledge she has in her memory. Sure enough—all gods are villains, right?!

"—A bad guy?" Night chuckled softly. He had said he would never protect humans, yet he was still considered a good guy?

Ye's pleasant, magnetic laughter made Ilya even more embarrassed. She began to wonder if she had said something ridiculous.

Chapter Thirty-One: Adults may have lost fairy tales, but they can protect children's opportunity to dream.

"There's no need for blind agreement with me. I am neither good nor absolute justice... I could even be described as the symbol of evil, its opposite. The reason I saved you is not to save humanity. What do I care about the extinction or life and death of humanity? Life is fragile enough, and I won't cast my gaze on such trivial matters. But..."

The conversation shifted abruptly, "But?" Ilya asked nervously, her small mouth slightly agape.

Her heart trembled, hoping not to hear any answer she didn't want to hear. After all, since coming to this world, she had only seen the malicious side of humanity. If even the kind-voiced older brother who saved her from despair was a bad guy, the child's newly formed worldview would be completely corrupted, turning into a deep, dark despair.

"I will protect—only the children's happiness!" Night said from the bottom of her heart.

Art-themed Heroic Spirits often prefer to appear in the form of children in response to summons. As Mozart once said in the Moon World, this is because in the eyes of these artists, only children are the most innocent beings, while adults are undoubtedly a bunch of scum.

Wise people like Mozart and Andersen—who understand the complexity of human nature and see the world more clearly—are the least able to tolerate the dirty side of human nature and cherish and protect the pure and good side from the bottom of their hearts.

And without a doubt—children are beautiful, they are treasures.

Therefore, even Mozart, who always considered himself a scoundrel, was contrasted with the outstanding, brilliant, and polite young Mozart.

Of course—'bratty kids' don't belong in this category; they're even more annoying than adults.

The night can let tragedies happen. As long as it has nothing to do with you, there is no need to deliberately try to save them. If you see it, you can help by doing something to help the other person. This can also make up for some of the regrets of knowing these stories in the past.

But—children shouldn't be caught up in this dark and brutal war.

The human world is too filthy, and it is also full of fantasies of boredom and crime. This makes people only seek those beautiful things in the spiritual world and in illusory stories, but these things are difficult to appear in reality.

In the past, these beautiful things were hidden in the fairy tales of writers, but later, with the evolution of civilization and the diversification of entertainment, these beautiful things appeared in the world of anime and manga.

Why do so many people escape reality and immerse themselves in the world of anime and manga? It's simply because there are so many things they yearn for, things that are rare and hard to come by in the real world, things that require a lifetime of good luck just to encounter.

Similarly, precisely because good things are so rare, even though Greek heroes had so many flaws that are subject to criticism, they are still heroes that countless young people admire, fantasize about, and love.

"Unlike the dirty and filthy adults, children's hearts are like blank sheets of paper. Children who have not been stained with various colors are simple, innocent, and full of dreams for the future. I love to see those pure and innocent smiles. This is probably one of the few remaining beauties in this filthy world."

At this moment, Ilya seemed to feel the joy and happiness from his body and his gentle, magnetic words.

At this moment, even Ilya was touched not only by this 'love,' which was not mixed with romantic feelings but was simply a love for beautiful things, but also by the strong sense of trust she felt for the older brother in front of her.

'How could an older brother who loves and protects children's innocence possibly be a bad person?'

At this moment, such intense emotions and thoughts both shocked and greatly affected little Ilya.

A child's values ​​are most easily changed and impacted during early childhood, gradually taking shape.

Tears of joy, such as those shed by Kiritsugu Emiya saving his young son from the ruins of hell that night, led Shirou Emiya to resolve to carry on his father's legacy—embarking on the irreversible path of becoming a 'partner of justice'.

Just as young Aegean met her Prince Charming, because King Arthur denied the desire for the destruction of Britain in the history of humankind, she transformed into the Mother of the Beasts and fell into evil, becoming the goddess of sin in the mouths of Ramses II.