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Toosaka Rin's voice suddenly rose, piercing the silence in the room like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Her jewel-blue eyes sparkled with a sharp light at this moment. She unconsciously straightened her back, and her slender fingers tightly grasped the folds of her skirt.

She acted like a "guide", although this identity was entirely self-proclaimed by her.

"Mr. Yuan, this is no joke!"

She set her delicate face in a stern tone, her voice carrying a rare harshness, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Do you know how much danger is lurking in this situation?"

The atmosphere in the entire living room froze instantly.

Lily quietly put down the strawberry cake in her hand, and her chivalrous instinct made her subconsciously sit up straight;

Miyu held her breath nervously, the sapphire flickering nervously in her hand;

Even the usually lively Illya restrained her smile, and the ruby ​​stopped its usual spinning on her shoulder.

Toosaka Rin took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently:

"The arrival of a Heroic Spirit of the true form means that every Servant may have the power to destroy a city."

Her fingertips trembled unconsciously, but she suddenly relaxed the next second, and said as if grasping a life-saving straw:

"But...if the situation is really this dangerous, those maintaining stability (the Foundation) will definitely not sit idly by. This is the only good news..."

But in an instant, her expression returned to its previous solemnity:

"but!"

This accent shocked everyone.

"The dangers we, as participants, face are by no means any easier than theirs!"

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"I'm going back~"

Illya leaned against the windowsill, watching Zhou Yuan and Miyu's receding figures gradually disappear at the end of the street.

The silver hair swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the ruby ​​eyes reflected the last rays of sunset.

"call--"

Toosaka Rin let out a long sigh, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed, as if she wanted to let go of the tension just now.

But before she could completely calm down, Illya narrowed her eyes slightly, and a cunning arc appeared at the corner of her mouth:

"Xiao Lin really likes Mr. Zhou Yuan, right?"

"Well!"

Toosaka Rin's cheeks instantly turned red, and her heartbeat, which had just calmed down, became irregular again.

She waved her hands in panic:

"W-What are you talking about! How could I..."

But when she saw Illya's mischievous smile, she immediately realized that she had been fooled.

"Illya!!!"

The angry roar of shame resounded throughout the Tōsaka residence, startling the night birds perched outside the window.

"Hehehe~"

The silver-haired girl just covered her mouth and chuckled, as proud as a kitten that had stolen some meat.

She turned lightly, and the hem of her skirt drew a graceful arc in the air.

"Humph..."

Toosaka Rin turned her face away, pretending to be calm while straightening her messy collar.

"You are indeed much worse than your sister..."

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden edge on the farce, and Lily shook her head helplessly.

……

"Miyu, you have to pay attention to that Illya."

Zhou Yuan slowed down his pace, and his voice was particularly clear in the night.

He tilted his head slightly, and the dim light from the street lamp gave Miyu's porcelain-white profile a soft outline.

"Although she looks about the same age as you..."

His tone was somewhat cautious.

“But it’s not that simple.”

The night wind swept through the space between the two of them, blowing up a few withered cherry blossoms.

Miyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally nodded obediently, although confusion still lingered between her slightly furrowed brows.

Zhou Yuan's palm lingered on the top of her head for a moment, and the touch felt like touching a piece of fresh snow.

His gaze passed over the girl's thin shoulders. In the distance, the spire of the Scarlet Devil Mansion was faintly visible in the moonlight. Its Gothic outline looked like a silhouette cut out from a fairy tale.

【Traditional】：Artificial human

[Status]: One body, two souls

The entries in my memory emerged in my mind. It seems that Illya is not as simple as she seems.

Closer, two figures could be vaguely seen in front of the Scarlet Devil Mansion—

The silver dragon fairy and the pink vampire fairy were standing on the steps at this moment. The silver moonlight gave them a hazy outline, as if they were waiting for something.

Chapter 61: Witch Joke: Eraser Pen (Please Order First!)

“Welcome home~”

The sickly sweet voice made the hairs on the back of Zhou Yuan's neck stand up.

He held his forehead helplessly and looked up at the funny couple in front of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

Melyuchina and Bavanshi were occupying the porch on either side, forcing poor Hong Meiling to huddle in a corner and draw circles.

"Meluko, Xiaoxi..."

Zhou Yuan's temples were throbbing.

"What are you two up to?"

In the moonlight, silver-haired Melyuchina lifted her skirt and saluted gracefully, but she deliberately crushed the hem of Bawanshi's skirt with the tip of her shoe;

Pink-haired Bawanshi put on a sweet fake smile and secretly poked the other person's waist with her elbow.

Sparks flew between the two of them, and even the air seemed to freeze.

"We are just fulfilling our maid duties conscientiously~"

The two of them spoke in unison, their voices so sweet that honey could drip out.

Hong Meiling raised her hand weakly in the corner:

"Um... Actually, I'm today's host..."

Her words were drowned out by a sudden surge of magical energy—

The two goblins have already started using magic to pull each other's hair.

Zhou Yuan sighed, pulled up Meiyou and quickly slipped past the edge of the battlefield. Behind him, Hong Meiling cried out in tears:

"Stop hitting me!!! Miss Sakuya will dock my salary--!"

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"That's the way it is."

Zhou Yuan gently placed the teacup back on the porcelain tea tray, and after briefly stating the current situation, he turned his gaze to the witch sitting behind the pile of rosewood books.

"Patch, what do you think?"

Patchouli Noreki was buried in an ancient gilded book. Upon hearing this, she slowly raised her amethyst-like eyes.

Her slender fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the page, and her long lavender hair glowed hazily under the magic lamp.

"No wonder..."

She whispered softly, her voice like a feather brushing against parchment,

"I felt something was wrong when I saw Bawanshi earlier..."

The witch suddenly closed the heavy book, and the spine of the book hit the table, making a dull sound.

Her pale cheeks flushed slightly with excitement, and her mouth opened slightly:

"Is it actually the real body that has arrived?"

Patchouli's tone rose unusually, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched her cuffs.

"Then this Holy Grail War...is much more exciting than before!"

As she spoke, she suddenly started coughing violently, and her thin body trembled in the wide witch robe.

Zhou Yuan quickly handed over the handkerchief, but after Patchouli finished coughing, she became even more excited, with a gleam of curiosity in her purple eyes.

"This summoning defies common sense... someone must be rewriting the foundation of the Holy Grail!"

"Patch?"

Zhou Yuan was so startled by Patchouli's sudden excitement that he leaned back and almost knocked over the teacup beside him.

The witch then realized her own mistake, and a blush suddenly appeared on her pale cheeks.

"Cough-cough-"

She pretended to be calm and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her purple eyes flashing with cunning light.

"Let's continue what we were talking about."

Patchouli's slender fingers tapped lightly on the gilded cover of the ancient book, and suddenly changed the subject:

"This Holy Grail War..."

Her voice suddenly softened, as if she was afraid someone might hear her.

"Can I ask you one more favor?"

The moonlight filtered through the stained glass, casting mottled shadows on her.

The wide cuffs of the witch's robe slid down as she leaned forward, revealing her slender, almost transparent wrists.

Zhou Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes:

"You want me to find the person behind this...right?"

"Hey~"

Patchouli playfully stuck out her tongue like a little girl whose prank had been exposed.

Her slender fingers tapped her lips, a cunning light flashed in her amethyst eyes, and the crescent moon decoration on her nightcap swayed slightly with this movement, casting a swaying shadow in the candlelight.

This childish expression was in stark contrast to her usual calm scholarly image, which made Zhou Yuan smile.

"Since you said so, then I naturally have no reason to refuse..."

Zhou Yuan shook his head in feigned helplessness, tapping the edge of the teacup lightly with his fingertips.

But the next second, he suddenly put on a playful smile and changed the subject abruptly:

"but..."

He deliberately dragged out his tone, with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes.

"What are you going to use as a reward this time?"

"Well--!"

Patchouli suddenly let out a cute cry of surprise, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

She hurriedly adjusted her crooked gold-rimmed glasses, her pale cheeks flushed instantly, and even the tips of her ears were dyed the color of the sunset.