Unlimited Ambition

About half an hour later, Ilya completely gave up resisting.

An hour later, he experienced rapid breathing and became confused.

Two hours later, he was in a near-death state.

Two hours later, because he had been given a lot of magic power, he was very excited.

“Actually, Ilya has wanted to become one with you for a long time—ah, it feels so good—Wright, I love you the most…”

That's pretty much the feeling. After a total of five hours of sex, Ilya finally collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and with his eyes rolled back, unable to get up.

Hmm, it seems like he didn't die.

I pinched Ilya's face twice more, then flicked my finger and tossed him into the hot spring created in the subspace to wash him clean. Afterwards, I placed the fair-skinned Ilya in an empty room and covered him with a blanket. Then I left the subspace.

Unless you possess abilities at the level of a plane's supreme god, you absolutely cannot leave without my permission. So for the time being, Ilya, you little brat, you'll just have to stay inside and be my sex slave and slut. Don't worry, I'll release you after the Holy Grail War ends.

probably.

So, I quickly tidied myself up, changed into some casual clothes, looked in the mirror, and seeing my radiant reflection, silently gave myself a thumbs up. Then I checked the time—it was almost dawn. Wow, time really flies. It seems happy times always pass too quickly.

So, with these thoughts in mind, I prepared to leave and return to Rin's house so that I could go to school with her.

But just then, a figure suddenly flashed through the doorway. It was the person I least wanted to see lately.

Sakura Baldwin.

Okay, just thinking about that surname makes my balls ache. And it's not just a little bit of pain. I really, really don't want a daughter. Honestly, I don't want any offspring at all. I have absolutely no interest in those noisy, annoying, and stupid offspring. Even if it's a girl…

Okay, I can barely accept it if it's a girl. But I'm not talking about Sakura, who's a perverted father complex who's always thinking about pushing me down.

Although Sakura is undeniably a beautiful woman, well... it's really just a feeling. If a girl is waiting for me to chase after her, I'll feel the urge to do so. But if a girl rushes towards me, I just want to run away.

That's pretty much the reason why, no matter how much Sakura tries to tempt me, I won't fall for it. She's just too forward. I really don't like it, and I'm not used to it.

“Father, you’re up early.” This guy with demonic markings on his face greeted me casually. “Going to school? It’s a wonder that a monster-level expert like you can have the patience to teach those brats.”

"So, Sakura, could you please not take off your clothes while saying things like that?" I pushed away Sakura, who was already half-naked, with a slightly speechless expression. Because I had just had several rounds with Ilya, I was currently in an invincible saintly state. Even if Sakura's breasts were half-exposed, her magical runes shimmering with an evil light, and she exuded a sweet, aphrodisiac scent, I could still resolutely refuse her.

"Wait a minute—" After I pushed Sakura away and casually pinched her breasts twice, Sakura, who was supposed to proceed with the next teasing move with a mix of pleasure and reproach, suddenly stopped. Then her expression turned very ugly.

"Huh? What's wrong?" I asked, slightly surprised.

“You… smell like another woman,” Sakura said to me with absolute certainty.

"...Are you a dog?" I shrugged, not at all nervous, and said, "I'm a married man, after all. Shouldn't I have a normal sex life?"

"No—it doesn't smell like any of Mother's." Sakura looked at me very seriously: "Father, have you been fooling around with some shady women again?"

"Please. Aren't you overthinking this?" I was slightly speechless. If Ilya could be considered a disreputable woman... well, okay, she's definitely not one of Sakura's mothers. In a sense—no, Sakura's mother should be the currently mentally challenged Tohsaka Aoi, that woman really has nothing to do with me!

"That's absolutely not true... and it looks like Father is having a lot of fun." Sakura's jealousy was palpable; she could practically open a spice shop. Come to think of it, I've done a little calculation. Normally, Sakura calls me "Father." When she's very happy, or when she needs something from me, she'll call me in a really sweet, drawn-out voice, "Light~" If she's taken some kind of charm, it'll be something like, "Daddy..."—a name that gives me goosebumps.

Father was angry. Or perhaps an even more serious state of corruption... Well, okay, Sakura is already corrupted to the core. A little more corruption is still corruption, a little more naivety is still corruption, maintaining the current state is still corruption. So it's really no big deal. There's absolutely no need to worry about it too much.

"So what if that's the case?" I was a little angry too. "It has absolutely nothing to do with you, right? Even if I mess around with other women, even if I have sex with Ilya, even if I have sex with Ilya for hours and we're having a great time, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

“…Is it Ilya? Father, you big idiot!” After shouting this, Sakura burst into tears.

Chapter Ten: The Nephew in a Very Bad State

I did a quick calculation. The Holy Grail War hasn't even officially started, and we've already lost an archer. After that, my role here is a swordsman, and my summoned creatures are mages. Add to that Ilya's berserker, and our side—the Baldwin family—already commands three Heroic Spirits. And one of them was once one of the most powerful gods in the Greek pantheon. Hahahaha… victory is assured.

Well, worrying about these things isn't really that meaningful. Even if I were alone, even if the other six united against me, I basically—no, absolutely, positively have no chance. In fact, the outcome of this war was already predetermined the moment I joined the game. Now all I have to do is wait, protect Rin, wait for the enemies to come to me, and then cut them down one by one. That should be fine.

That's it. If Rin is killed, it wouldn't exactly be Game Over, but the fact that I don't like losing would make me feel terrible. So, ensuring Rin's survival is the second objective of this Holy Grail War.

Well, you can always be resurrected after you die, so putting it second shouldn't be a problem, right? *shrug*

As I thought this, I glanced at my watch and realized it was already eight o'clock, and I was going to be late for class. Although the first period wasn't my class, I had originally planned to go to school with Rin. Otherwise, if I wasn't there, some clueless Heroic Spirit might run over and cause trouble. I wondered if Medea could be relied on... no, I should say she definitely couldn't be. It was even uncertain whether that girl would continue to follow Rin.

Given Rin's fiery temper, she's even more likely to storm off alone if Medea isn't with her. Although the distance from the Tohsaka mansion to the school isn't very far, leaving a defenseless summoner in a dangerous location even for a second is still a mistake…

Thinking of this, I became a little anxious and prepared to leave immediately to find Rin. But when I stepped out of the room, I saw my nephew, who is also one of my wards, Shirou Emiya, watering the radishes and cabbages he had cultivated in the yard with a rubber hose.

To be honest, to honor my years-long friendship with Kiritsugu Emiya, I've been extremely accommodating to him and Ilya. Before I returned, that was one thing. But after I came back and learned that Kiritsugu had entrusted his two children to me, I really put my mind to it and planned out a reasonable and excellent life blueprint for them—for someone like Ilya, destined to be forever separated from the real world, I patiently taught her various forms of magic and sorcery, modifying her physique to rapidly increase her strength. Originally, I planned to find her a good family to marry into after she turned eighteen. But now, thinking about it, it seems there's no better family in this world than mine. Well, that's settled then.

As for Shirou Emiya… although he's a bit rebellious and slightly uncomfortable with me, this so-called "uncle" whose appearance hasn't changed in decades and is unlikely to change at all, this little guy has a very kind heart. He's the type who would proactively help an old lady cross the street. He also values ​​traditional morality very much, so he treats me, well, how should I put it, with a degree of respect, like a dutiful junior seeing a heartless elder. In short, we get along quite well.

So-called magic, generally speaking, is determined by the number of magic circuits within a person. The number of magic circuits, aside from a few cases improved through surgery or other supernatural means, is usually inherited from one's parents. If the parents are magicians, their offspring will likely have excellent magic circuits. Conversely, if they are ordinary people, even if their offspring have the opportunity to come into contact with magic, they may not achieve much due to limitations in their magic circuits.

Shirou Emiya is in this situation. Although he inherited the Emiya family name, this orphan, whom he was taken in, is not actually related to Kiritsugu Emiya by blood. Therefore, he only has two magic circuits. And this guy is incredibly stubborn; he doesn't want to accept my modifications or learn other types of magic. Therefore, his current ability is limited to simple tasks like repairing machines.

So, from now on, I should study hard, work hard, and finally, work hard to get married, have children, work hard, and die.

So this is all I expect from this guy. Arrange a school, do everything a normal parent would do, tutoring, tutoring, and a private tutor—a male one—that's it.

Speaking of this vegetable garden... well, it's probably just one of Shirou Emiya's little hobbies. Our family isn't so poor that we have to grow our own vegetables—no, actually, as my ward, even if Shirou wanted to eat dragon meat, I'd do it for him if he asked. It's just that this kid has a lot of pride. He barely takes his monthly allowance, living off his father's meager inheritance of 250,000 yen and the money he saves from part-time jobs.

Indeed, children like this are truly rare these days.

"Hey, coyote, hurry up and prepare breakfast, then hurry up and go to school." I greeted him like this as I prepared to leave.

"Um, Sakura seemed to have run out crying just now..." Shirou said, a little awkwardly, after seeing me.

"...I'll handle this." I was a little speechless. Oh right, and there's Sakura... If we leave her alone, there might be a few more unsolved psychopathic murder cases in this town.

"I'd better finish this battle as soon as possible." I thought to myself as I ran out quickly, briefly sensing Sakura's presence before heading in that direction.

"It really is... this guy... is he really that kind of monster who wants to destroy the world?" After I left, Coyote sighed slightly, then clutched his head, his face contorted in extreme pain. His body swayed for a moment, revealing the figure of a dark-skinned, white-haired man wearing a red trench coat...

It was last night, the very same archer I killed the moment he appeared...

“If that’s really the case, what should I do? Father… yes, just like how Father killed his foster mother… because of the world, to save the world. He must, he absolutely must…”

Chapter Eleven: I'm Tired of You

That's about it. I ran towards Sakura, intending to finish the fight within five minutes. If Sakura misbehaved, I'd spank her. That's it. Meanwhile, something seemed completely unrelated to the whole situation. Or perhaps it was related. But it was basically neither threatening nor interesting, like a topic that was popular for a while but would be forgotten after a while.

In short, it boils down to three words: outdated.

Yes, it's outdated. Outdated, outdated, outdated—time really is a terrifying thing. How long does it take to turn a lovely girl into an unwanted old woman? —No, no, no, time isn't the best measure of such things.

It should be said, well, it should be said, it's the man's attitude. To be more precise, it's the attitude of the girl—or rather, the man the older woman cares about. If that man still likes her, cherishes her, and treasures her like a precious gem, then even an ordinary person, an ordinary woman over forty, will radiate a dazzling light.

However, if the opposite is true... then things might not be so good.

For example, a woman who makes vows of eternal love during a sweet moment, but discards you like trash once she's bored. Even if she's only twenty, she can exude that feeling unique to menopause.

Even God is no exception.

In the church in Fuyuki, a woman who had been abandoned for a long time, exuding the scent of a resentful woman and menopause, was now in a very hysterical outburst.

Her name is... um... I forgot.

In short, she was a woman I had a fling with, but I eventually forgot about her. I don't quite remember her name, and it doesn't really matter.

After returning from Xiaoyuan's dimension, I felt I should do some good deeds to set a good example. At least make myself appear like a good person. That way, I'd have something to talk about when I meet Xiaoyuan again.

So, to embrace a new beginning, the first thing to do is sever all old connections. For example, old lovers or the like.

Let's break up.

"Why?!"

"Because I have no interest in you anymore."

"I hate you, and I swear I'll destroy everything you have!"

It's pretty much this kind of cliché development. While it could be expanded into a short romance novel of about 3,000 words, a slightly condensed version is just these four sentences.

Therefore, an unwanted woman is pathetic, pitiful, and hysterical; she's capable of anything extreme, inhumane, or retaliatory against society. Please be careful not to get bitten.

"Seriously, do we really have to do this? Using the Master to threaten a Heroic Spirit, hmm, isn't that a bit despicable? And isn't this putting the cart before the horse? If you want to deal with a Heroic Spirit, just threaten the Master and make her break the contract, right?" A pervert wearing a blue bodysuit, an earring, and holding a gun grumbled like this.

“Shut up, you bastard! Just do as I say! I’ll handle everything else,” the menopausal woman said.

"Tch, you really know how to boss people around... If it weren't for the Command Seals, I'd say... But speaking of which, woman, how did you manage to stay in this world as a Heroic Spirit, and even become a Master to control other Heroic Spirits?"

Do you think I'd tell you?

"Fine, fine, tch..." The pervert in the bodysuit snorted, then walked straight out the door. He then used the power shared by Heroic Spirits to transform his body into a spirit form, making him invisible to ordinary people.

It seems a little, well, a little troublesome.

When I finally caught up with Sakura, I felt a little hard to accept—you know, it's already quite inappropriate to use magic on the street, in broad daylight, in front of so many people—but it's one thing to hand these things over to those laborers at the church and have them erase other people's memories.

But—don't be naked in front of so many people!

Do you know how embarrassing this is?! If other people knew you were my daughter, I would become a prime example of a failed parent—a bastard who would be laughed at by so many people in the multiverse!

Well, actually, calling Sakura naked isn't quite accurate—she's wrapped in a black dress made of black magical liquid—but that's just an illusion she conjures. It might fool most people, but to a magician, Sakura's current state is undeniably naked.

"Sakura—what are you doing?!" I ran over in a fit of rage, drawing my sword and sending several onlookers flying. I walked into the circle and shouted at Sakura.

"Shut up!!!"

Immediately afterward, Sakura shouted back at a volume several decibels louder than mine—in competitions like this, where the loudest and sharpest voices are compared, women usually have a significant advantage. This time was no exception.

"You scum have no right to lecture me!" Sakura shouted, her emotions running high.

"Sakura, can you calm down for a second?!" Just then, another slightly embarrassed voice came from another direction. I turned to look and saw the girl with twin tails wearing a red mini-dress. It was Rin, Sakura's blood-related older sister, my student and Master. It seemed this was the one who had the conflict with Sakura earlier.

Of course, now is not the time to say such things. The most important thing now is to clarify Sakura's ruthless accusation that "you are scum".

"How am I a scumbag?!" I shouted at Sakura.

"Where are you not a scumbag?!" Then, even Rin yelled that at me. Should I say, "No wonder you're sisters? Your words are so perfectly in sync." But since you two are so in sync, what caused your fight?

"Father, you're so biased! You only ever think of my sister when there are good things. Why won't you let me participate in something like the Holy Grail War? Is it because I'm not hardworking enough? Or is it because she's prettier than me?!"

"Sakura, what are you talking about?" Rin asked, a little awkwardly. "My relationship with you is just a healthy teacher-student relationship."

"You're lying! If you say that, Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing will laugh! What kind of healthy teacher-student relationship?! It's impossible!!!"

"...So you've read Water Margin too, Sakura."

"No, it's Jin Ping Mei!"

Chapter Twelve: Spearmen and such

"Hahaha... What on earth is this?! The legendary Mad Wolf, actually in such a sorry state. After suffering so many losses at the hands of women, still won't he learn his lesson?"