Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"Knowing the future, is that clairvoyance?!"

Altria cried out in surprise.

Aiwen's words reminded her of her teacher Merlin, who also had a pair of eyes with special vision. Relying on this, Merlin's tricks of pretending to be ghosts often succeeded.

"The future..."

Emiya Kiritsugu fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I can't believe it."

"Kiritsugu!"

"Stop talking, Illya. I won't give up my efforts just because of what others say. My wish, my pursuit, is right in front of me. I want to save the world, and only the Holy Grail can do that."

Kiritsugu ignored his daughter's glare with empty eyes. His spirit was not here now, but returned to the night on the island that was engraved deep in his soul.

A clear pond, green moss, a girl in white clothes beside him, and a sky full of stars that seem to have fallen from the sky into the water.

The beautiful memories of childhood have become a curse thorn that entangles Emiya Kiritsugu's life, and it is difficult to remove.

[Kiritsugu, what kind of adult do you want to be?]

I could hear those words again, and witnessed the flames burning the island.

He opened his mouth and vomited out the answer that he had not said at the time, as if vomiting out his heart.

"I want to be a partner of justice. This is the only thought I must never abandon."

The deep voice did not speak of dreams, but sticky tears of blood. Everyone present knew that Emiya Kiritsugu was completely trapped inside.

“Kiritsugu…” Irisviel held his hand distressedly.

On the other side, Illya pursed her lips, full of disappointment.

"Is that so? Kiritsugu is still unwilling to give up. Is your dream more important than mine and Mom's?"

She lowered her head, wiped the corners of her eyes, and jumped off the chair without saying a word.

"Kiritsugu, Caster and I will stop you. Since you are unwilling, then let's fight. As a participant in the Holy Grail War, I will also appeal to my wishes."

"As long as I defeat you, Kiritsugu will have to listen to me. There's no need to say anything else."

Illya strode out the door.

"Let's go, caster."

"Ah."

Without saying much, Aiwen followed Illya. Irisviel looked at her daughter and husband, wanting to reach out and keep them, but she didn't know how to mediate the conflict between them.

"Wait a moment."

Emiya Kiritsugu's hoarse voice came from behind. He looked at his daughter's stubborn face, struggling in his heart. He opened his mouth several times, but in the end he could only express his concern for his daughter in a roundabout way.

"Your caster stats aren't great. If you encounter an emergency, you'll be in danger. At least form an alliance before the battle. Saber can protect you."

After thinking for a long time, this clumsy father could only think of this explanation.

However, these words had the opposite effect. The caster who led and protected her was looked down upon, and Illya could not accept it at all.

"No need, Caster is the strongest! That golden figure is the helper Caster summoned. Kiritsugu, you don't understand at all."

"I don't want to cooperate with a Kiritsugu like this. Just wait, I will defeat you later, humph!"

There was no turning back now. Illya quickened her pace and disappeared in front of Ellie and the others.

"..."

Irisviel shrank back, feeling the chill coming over her.

She had only felt warmth when Illya was here just now, so why did the temperature in the entire room seem to be sucked away as soon as her daughter left?

The cheerful smile from that morning still lingers, but the little princess, wrapped in everyone's love, is gone.

"Kiritsugu, I need to leave for a moment."

Unable to bear the sadness of being separated from her daughter again, Irisviel stood up.

This time, even she, who had always supported Kiritsugu's dream, was confused. The appearance of Illya shook her thoughts more than she had imagined. Although the wife did not admit it now, she did have some complaints about her husband.

"Ah."

What could Emiya Kiritsugu say? All he could do was swallow the pain and force himself to focus on the Holy Grail War.

"Saber, tell me everything you saw last night. If what Illya just said is true, then Caster's Noble Phantasm's ability might be to summon another Servant."

"We need a countermeasure."

Saber looked at her Master, whose eyes were even emptier than before, and tightened her grip.

"I understand, Master."

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"Really? Kiritsugu is so annoying! I'm going to ignore him for a month... a week!"

Walking on the streets of Fuyuki City, Illya was kicking her feet angrily. She had been angry all the way.

"Caster, when are we going to defeat Kiritsugu? I can't wait."

She pouted and acted coquettishly towards Aiwen beside her.

"Be patient for a few days. It's useless to defeat Kiritsugu now. Don't forget that our goal is to make him voluntarily give up the pursuit of his ideals and stay with you and Irisviel peacefully, not just to beat him up."

"So how long do you have to endure?"

"Perhaps it will be when the Holy Grail appears. Only by placing the facts before him and letting him see the contents of the Holy Grail clearly, will Kiritsugu finally recognize reality."

Hearing this, Illya's eyes lit up. She looked at the city that was so new to her and became playful.

"Wouldn't that take a very long time? Wouldn't we have plenty of time to go shopping?!"

"Unfortunately, not right now. We need to find Gilgamesh first. Something will be easier with his help."

"Is it important?"

"It has the highest priority among all the things we need to do. If we neglect it, Illya might lose her mother."

"Ugh?"

Seeing the girl's suddenly wide eyes of fear, Aiwen told her about Irisviel's mission.

"The Holy Grail War only requires a Master and a Servant, so why did Kiritsugu bring Irisviel with him? His feelings are not false, and he won't take her into any danger."

"The reason is that there's no escape. Irisviel is the core of the Holy Grail War, the bonded child that initiates the ceremony."

"Her essence is the Lesser Holy Grail created by the Einzbern. With the death of her Servants, her human functions will be lost, until she is completely transformed into a tool."

"Mom...will die..."

Illya, who had never known this before, suddenly felt a huge panic surrounding her. Noisy noises came to her ears. The modern city that she had originally been curious about now lost its color in her eyes and became unattractive.

She felt like a bottomless hole had opened in her heart, and all the positive emotions were sliding into it, leaving only pain.

"Caster! Help me, you can save mom, right?"

Illya grabbed the corner of Aiwen's clothes, and her anxiety began to make tears appear in the corners of her eyes. She was just a helpless child, and the only one she could rely on was him beside her.

Fortunately, Aiwen did not disappoint her and gave a positive answer.

"Of course, I've already prepared a plan. After all, we promised to make Illya happy, so Irisviel must be saved."

"Caster, thank you. It was great that I trusted you at that time."

Illya rushed over and hugged him tightly with joy, her tears soaking her clothes.

She was glad that her Servant was Aiwen, and she was also glad that she reached out and signed the contract in the Snow City. What kind of future would she have without Aiwen? Just thinking about it made Illya tremble all over.

People were coming and going on the street. Aiwen and Illya's postures attracted attention. In the distance, an adult was holding a little girl with purple hair and looking at them from afar.

There was also an adult with a girl. Illya looked lively and cute, but the purple-haired girl held by the man revealed a dead silence.

Chapter 137 Berserker's True Name Emerges (4k5)

This man also wore a hood, but it was just the thin material of his jacket, an airtight lead gray.

Unlike the soft and adorable plush hood worn by Aiwen, one gives people a warm and intimate feeling, while the other only gives off a gloomy and dangerous smell.

His left eye, hidden in the shadows, glanced enviously at the scene of Aiwen and Illya playing together, and memories of the past emerged in his mind.

"Ying, Uncle Kariya will work hard. It won't be long before you can laugh as happily as that girl."

He caressed the purple-haired girl's empty face with heartache. Only the left half of her face could move as she forced a terrifying smile.

"Uncle, do you want Sakura to smile? Then Sakura will smile."

The purple-haired girl seemed to have misunderstood something. She glanced at her uncle who was leading her out of the basement and tried hard to smile, but she couldn't.

This caused a flash of deep fear to cross her lifeless eyes.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, Ying forgot a little. Ying will laugh soon. Don't punish me, don't throw me back..."

The child who called herself Sakura was in panic and begged for mercy intermittently. Her miserable appearance made the man feel heartbroken.

But all he could do was hug the child tightly, hoping that this action would bring her warmth and comfort.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. You will never return to that underground devil's cave again. Uncle promises you."

The man made a promise that he wasn't sure he could fulfill, and his gaze turned to the empty space beside him.

"Berserker, is that old man really not dead? He screamed so miserably back then, but I never thought he could scream like a meat-crushing machine."

The man's voice was low, and there was nothing where he was looking, not even a speck of dust on the ground. He looked like a psychopath talking to himself.

But what was terrifying was that in this empty place, there was actually a vicissitudes of life old male voice responding to him.

"That's right, Matou Kariya, my master, the rain surrounding you has not yet dissipated, and that corrupt sinner is still breathing."

Upon hearing this, Matou Kariya clenched his hands, veins on his arms bulged, and strange movements occurred from time to time.

"Is there any way to track him?"

"Yes, my flame comes from hell. It is the light that burns away sin. The filth of that insect over the past hundred years is endless fuel, so this flame will never go out."

Squinting his eyes, Matou Kariya had become accustomed to his Servant's strange way of speaking. He thought for a moment and figured out what the berserker wanted to express.

"Does that mean the old bug is always on fire? That's good news. If that's the case, why can't you find him?"

"Well, because there are too many."

In response to his Master's question, the rational Berserker openly stated the shortcomings of his own power.

"Master, although the fire of hell is inextinguishable, it is a fire of punishment, a fire that cleanses sins. It will bring endless pain to the sinners, forcing them to kneel and wail, but it will not harm their lives."

"The old man's magic controlling his body seemed to collapse due to the pain. The insects that made up him also scattered, having lost their main spirituality. They obeyed their instincts and temporarily became real insects. They could only be called surviving, not living."

Upon hearing this, Matou Kariya's tone became noticeably agitated: "Then why haven't we been able to kill him yet?! Berserker, can't you sense the location of the flames?"

He widened his left eye, which still had vision, and waved his hands vigorously. Compared with his excited tone, the Berserker seemed more like the rational one.

"Like I said, it's too much."

Others couldn't see Berserker's expression clearly, but from his tone they could imagine his helpless shrug.

"Those bugs are tortured by pain and are running around in panic. They've now filled the city's sewers. Hundreds and thousands of them are scattered throughout Fuyuki City. Do you plan to keep digging underground?"

"hateful!"

Gritting his teeth unwillingly, Matou Kariya knew that he and the Berserker alone were powerless. Although his servants were powerful, they were not capable of such delicate operations.

Besides, even if he was willing to take the trouble to look for her, what about Sakura? She couldn't survive on her own.

Thinking of this, Kariya felt pain for the child's experience, and at the same time, he hated Tōsaka Tokiomi even more for having put them both in such a situation.

"Berserker, if I let you face that Archer, are you confident?"

Suddenly, Matou Kariya raised this question, and berserker felt a little annoyed when faced with his Master's presumptuous question.

"Master, even in my prime, I could only manage to fend off that hero. Furthermore, your magic supply is far from stable. You can't afford the energy consumption of my Noble Phantasm."