The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

The little loli whom Irisviel called Illya tilted her head to look at Altria for a while, and then she followed her mother's instructions and shouted.

"Sister~"

"Eh?"

Altria blushed.

Although she is the former king of Britain, she is actually just an ordinary girl in private, so it is natural that she would like cute things.

Especially when Illya, who fits this description, screams sweetly, the combination of the two makes the feeling even more obvious.

"Hahaha."

Seeing Altria's slightly shy look, Irisviel laughed.

"How about it?"

"Saber, I didn't lie to you, did I?! Illya is so cute!"

"That's true." Altria nodded.

"The Master's daughter is indeed as lively and lovely as I said before."

"Just looking at her like this, I feel like my soul has been healed to a considerable extent."

Altria did not change the way she addressed Irisviel on the spur of the moment.

This was something the two of them had agreed upon.

Since Kiritsugu Emiya has completely transferred the command power of Altria, the Servant, to Irisviel.

Then the corresponding name must also be changed - otherwise, it will be discovered in an instant.

"Of course."

Irisviel's tone was filled with pride.

"This is Kiritsugu and I's daughter. How can she not be cute?"

Looking at her mother and Altria talking to each other, the little loli named Illya couldn't control herself anymore.

She grabbed the corner of Irisviel’s clothes and pointed at the swordsman girl on the other side with her little hand.

"Mom, who is this sister?!"

"..."

Irisviel glanced at Illya, then at Altria, with a hint of hesitation between her brows.

Although she loves her daughter very much.

But casually speaking the name of a Servant in the Holy Grail War is a very dangerous thing.

Because this means that his real name will be known, and the weaknesses formed by past experiences will most likely be exposed.

That would be tantamount to putting oneself in a passive position.

Knowing this well, Irisviel chose the safest way to conceal it.

"Illya, this is Dad's guest."

"You...just call her Saber."

“Saber…?”

Illya nodded, then looked at Altria and said happily.

"Hi Saber~"

"Well, hello." Altria also responded very politely.

Seeing that there was no conflict between her daughter and Altria, Irisviel felt her mood improve as well.

"Illya, Saber, it's too cold here, let's go up first."

"It would be bad if you get frozen."

"Yes~/Got it, Master."

After a while, the three of them came to a room in the castle.

This is where Irisviel usually rests.

It seemed that he wanted to ensure his wife's sleep quality, or he simply didn't want to see Altria who was fulfilling her duties as a servant.

Emiya Kiritsugu is not here at the moment.

"Wow~ It's Mom's room in the castle!"

Illya said this as she ran forward, finally jumped directly onto the bed and started jumping around, as if she was treating this as her own amusement park.

This behavior is naturally quite impolite.

Having received an aristocratic education, Artoria instinctively wanted to stop Illya from doing such a bad thing.

But she soon noticed the expression of Irisviel beside her.

That is the unique empathy a mother feels when she sees her child happy.

The familiar scene reminded Altria of the cottage by the holy lake.

Mordred was also so noisy at that time.

Climbing trees, swimming, and doing anything dangerous, as if she was afraid that she, as a foster mother, would not be worried.

but--

Even though Mordred was really naughty at that time, he didn't find anything annoying about him at all.

Understood.

I can totally understand that.

Artoria looked at Illya again.

This time, only the little girl's happiness could be seen in the girl's eyes, and all other irrelevant things seemed to be automatically filtered out.

So cute...

If only I could see Mordred as a child again.

What would she look like jumping on this bed?

It should be cute, right?

Altria completely understood what Irisviel saw.

but--

This understanding did not last long.

Because Irisviel quickly asked about Altria beside her without showing any emotion.

"Saber, isn't Illya cute like this?"

"..."

Altria didn't really want to lie to this good-tempered acting Master.

She nodded and responded to the other party's question.

"Yeah, it's really cute."

"That's good." Irisviel breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you would be very angry at her behavior at your age."

"After all, this looks like what everyone calls a naughty child, right?"

"..."

"Maybe." Altria's eyes swept over Illya, "But I believe that if she is educated properly, she will definitely become an outstanding person in the future."

"Become an excellent person in the future?"

Irisviel's expression became complicated, with a feeling of sadness, but there was also a vague yearning for Altria's words.

"I also hope that her situation will be as you wish."

“Saber, do you know?”

"Kiritsugu promised me that if we can win this Holy Grail War, Illya will be able to live a good life."

"It's the kind of ordinary life where I communicate with the people around me and get happiness from it."

"Doesn't this sound great?"

"..."

Altria thought for a moment, then nodded.

"It is indeed the case."

"After all, many things are not as meaningful as people think... especially some things that seem to bring status."

"The truth is in the ordinary."

“I didn’t understand this truth until today.”

"But..." Altria smiled bitterly, "It seems a little late."

"Nothing."

The image of Altria was reflected in Irisviel's eyes.

"As long as you realize it, it's never too late."

"There are many people who still don't understand what they are pursuing and what they really want."

"I think you are already better than them if you can think this through clearly~"

"If you think about it this way, you are indeed the former king of Britain."

"but--"

Irisviel held Altria's hand.

"Although my orders have no binding effect on you."

"But if I may--"

"Can you please try your best for Illya?"

“It’s as it should be.”

Altria answered without hesitation.

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

There was a hint of joy in Irisviel's eyes.

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

And Altria's promise was a response to this choice.

But just when Irisviel wanted to say more, she seemed to suddenly sense something and looked outside the door.

"Sorry, Kiritsugu was looking for me."

"Saber, can you help take care of Illya?"

"no problem."

After everything was arranged, Irisviel immediately left the room.

After walking along a long corridor, she saw her husband, Emiya Kiritsugu.

“Kiritsugu, what’s wrong?” Irisviel asked with a smile, “Why are you calling me so urgently?”

"..."

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

"Ellie, I have to go."

"..."

The moment she heard this, Irisviel's eyes looked a little lost.

But she did not blame Emiya Kiritsugu, but asked with a little hope.