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

Hisau Maiya was horrified, but before she could take a step, Aiwen made a gesture, and the bricks and stones on the ground grew like weeds, trapping her in a prison of earth and stone.

"Then I will take the Lesser Holy Grail."

Picking up Irisviel's limp body, Aiwen said nothing more and calmly took his Master away. At this moment, not even a single person related to the Einzbern family was left in the Einzbern castle.

“…Kiritsugu, what should we do?”

Reaching out from the cell, Maiya took the receiver and put it to her ear, from which she could hear Emiya Kiritsugu sighing.

"Phew, let's just assume what he said is true. I'll tell Saber that it was Illya's caster that kidnapped Irisviel."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Emiya Kiritsugu was no longer in the mood to blow up the hotel in front of him. He just wanted to be alone.

Illya's words just now seemed to be directed at Irisviel, but how could he actually remain indifferent?

"Can I really turn back?"

Emiya Kiritsugu looked up at the starry night sky.

Chapter 145: Owning the Future Again (4k)

In the rugged mountain forest, Saber was squandering her magic power without reservation, running like the wind.

The hard ground was full of potholes under her trampling, and the fragile branches were broken by the passing air currents.

Although Lancers are generally the most agile characters in the Holy Grail War, when it comes to straight-line acceleration, she will never lose with her magic release.

A silvery-white light flashed by, and at this moment, Altria's face was full of heaviness and confusion.

Recalling what her Master Emiya Kiritsugu had just told her, Saber gritted her teeth with a hint of guilt.

"It was because of my negligence that Irisviel was taken away. Although Master doesn't say it, he must be dissatisfied with me in his heart."

Unlike the original world line, Saber currently has a good impression of Emiya Kiritsugu. In her eyes, he is a very qualified Master.

He allowed himself to use his Noble Phantasm to save civilians, allowed himself to reveal his real name at the dinner party, and did not forcibly interfere with his will like Lancer's Master.

Saber believes that he has fulfilled his duties as a Master.

But as a Servant, did she fulfill her responsibilities? The answer is clearly no. While she was reveling in her moral resonance with her opponent, her own position was attacked.

Even Irisviel, the princess she promised to protect, was taken away. Saber no longer had the face to call herself a knight.

She kept flying non-stop, and in just a moment, the castle in the forest appeared in her sight. But to her surprise, from the outside, the castle did not seem to be damaged at all.

Another point is that when she passed through the barrier set up in the forest, the magic actually took effect.

"I see. As expected of a caster, this must be his masterpiece. The barriers created by modern magicians are indeed too simple for servants."

Saber frowned and ignored the uncomfortable feeling like static electricity, rushing back to the castle despite the explosion of the barrier.

At the entrance of the hall, she saw Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maiya carrying weapons.

"Master, isn't it too dangerous for you to show up so openly? The position can't protect you now."

Seeing Hisau Maiya struggling to lift the ammunition box, Saber's armor dissipated, and she stepped forward to help, actively joining in the work.

Beside her, Emiya Kiritsugu responded without even looking up while recording the number of weapons in a notebook.

"It's okay. My monitoring system hasn't been destroyed. The movements of other Servants and Masters are still under control."

"That's good, but Master, why don't you repair the barrier in the forest? That would make it safer."

"Because I can't."

After taking a look at the black box that Saber brought in, Emiya Kiritsugu drew a line on the notebook.

"I'm not a magician, but a magician. I'm well-versed in identifying and breaking various magic tricks, but it's a bit difficult for me to set them up. Previously, these were all set up by the Einzberns."

"Einzbern..."

Saber paused, and after a few seconds of silence, she spoke as calmly as possible.

"Master, when do you plan to bring Irisviel back? Even without considering her importance to you, Irisviel is still an important emotional connection. With her around, Caster Master Illya's behavior will be much more predictable."

Given Saber's personality, she doesn't like talking about people's value in this way, but as a king, she must come up with effective strategies, even if it is a cold calculation of interests.

"...The caster camp?"

Rarely, Emiya Kiritsugu did not respond directly. The sound of the pen rubbing in his hand continued, but his eyes were obscured by his scattered hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

"I don't know. Anyway, there is no solution right now. We need to think about it in the long run."

In the end, out of emotions he couldn't even understand, he chose to procrastinate.

"Let's put this issue aside for tonight. The most urgent task is to relocate our position. A castle without a barrier to protect it is a complete burden and not conducive to concealment."

Standing up, Emiya Kiritsugu walked out of the castle: "Maiya, I'll go drive the transport truck. You and Saber should finish sorting out the weapons."

"Yes." The short-haired woman didn't waver at all and silently quickened her hand movements.

But beside her, Saber sensed the hesitation of her master. The man who was like an ice statue was now full of cracks.

"Emiya Kiritsugu, are you still planning to join me in conquering the Holy Grail? Or is it..."

She hesitated for a moment, but still did not raise the question in her heart.

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Irisviel suddenly opened her eyes, she felt like she had forgotten something.

She tilted her body back, and the thin quilt slipped from her chest, revealing her extremely seductive curves underneath. The coldness in the air made her shiver constantly, and she quickly pulled the quilt up.

Waking up alone in a strange room, she should have screamed, but the first thing she felt was not fear, but a sense of lightness that could not be stopped.

To put it in another way, it’s like being in the desert of the moon, and you can take off with just a light jump.

"Strange, why does my body..."

Alice reached into the quilt with a confused look on her face, gently stroking her lower abdomen, which was tight and smooth, exactly the best condition a woman should be in.

"But I always feel uncomfortable. My stomach shouldn't be like this. It should be heavier and more painful, as if there is a cold container wrapped inside it."

She rubbed and kneaded, pinched and pinched, and if allowed, she would even want to poke her hand deep into her lower abdomen to see what the emptiness there was like.

"And why am I here? I can't remember. My head feels empty."

The woman now only remembered that her name was Irisviel, and she also remembered some common sense, but although she could clearly feel the outline of the rest of her memory, it was always covered with a layer of gauze and was unclear.

I seem to have a natural mission, but I have forgotten it; I seem to have two important people, one big and one small, but I only remember their backs; I seem to have a wish, but I have lost it.

She feels very empty now, like the mist floating in the night sky, unable to find a point to anchor herself.

However, this confusion only lasted for a few minutes, and her life instinct made her focus on more realistic things.

"There's no point in thinking about it like this. Let's just look around."

With this thought in mind, Irisviel wrapped herself in the quilt and tentatively touched the carpet with her toes.

The touch was indeed different from her impression, giving her the illusion of something more vibrant. No, perhaps it wasn't an illusion, but rather her senses had returned to normal.

Take a deep breath, let the soles of your feet touch the ground, and the muscles and tendons throughout your body cooperate to allow the life system called "human" to stand up.

For some reason, Irisviel felt like crying. She felt like she should cry out of joy right now, but the reason for her joy was still unclear.

Allowing the emotion to surge in her heart, Irisviel dragged the bedding around the room and found some simple clothes on a chair.

"Great! I was just thinking the sheets were a little inconvenient."

She released her hands from covering her chest, and the white sheets slid to the ground. The woman picked up the comfortable and warm clothes and put them on with rustling hands.

After a sound of friction, the beautiful woman who looked like an elf stood in the house. The thick cotton robe made her even more cute.

"Very comfortable clothes. From this point of view, I am not being held here against my will."

After putting on her clothes, her confidence seemed to return. Irisviel proudly placed her hands on her hips, her eyes sparkling with activity.

She searched carefully again, and after confirming that there were no more clues, she pushed open the door. A warm orange light shone through the gap.

As she expected, this was not the atmosphere of a prison.

"Are you awake?"

In the hall outside, a hooded man with a mysterious aura that made it impossible to tell his gender greeted her. The familiarity in his words made Irisviel completely relieved.

"Well, hello, I think I knew you before, but I'm sorry I can't remember now."

She smiled wryly, her silver hair swaying with her movements.

Aiwen was not surprised. As the "attending physician" who personally replaced Irisviel's body, he already had a guess about the current situation.

"It's okay. This is normal. Aunt Irisviel's spirit is only just beginning to recognize the existence of the soul. It's not surprising that the gears don't align. You just need time to recall the past."

Aiwen handed Irisviel a glass of water and comforted her.

"Spirit, soul?"

The lady tilted her head cutely and sat down. Although the person in front of her never showed his face, he naturally created a calming atmosphere.

"That's right. Unlike natural humans, artificial humans don't have souls. They may behave like humans in their daily lives, but there's no place for you in the higher realm of the Astral Realm."

"So, in order to prevent the sequelae of spiritual decay in the future, I used spirit particles to weave a blank soul, and then sewed your spirit onto it. However, it takes time to integrate, so you will temporarily lose your memory now."

Aiwen said it lightly, and Irisviel listened seriously but had no idea what it meant. With her currently fragmented memory, she had no idea how great this was.

The soul is indeed composed of leptons, but this does not mean that humans can control it. After all, the essence of the soul is in the higher-dimensional astral world, and influencing it requires great magic and forbidden rituals.

Even if one travels throughout the entire magic world, no one, except Chaldea in a certain world line, can utilize the mysteries related to spirit particles on a large scale.

Even in Chaldea, their reconstruction of the soul requires a soul with a fixed shape.

But based on this, Aiwen combined the soul shape that did not exist in the prototype, which is a miracle.

Yes, to some extent, it is similar to the third method, except that Aiwen needs to go through more steps to achieve it.

"Is that so? I'm so sorry to bother you. I really can't repay you for taking so much trouble for me."

Although she didn't understand anything, Irisviel's physical condition couldn't lie. She had indeed received something that was extremely precious—the future.

"You don't need to do anything. I've already received the reward in the distant future. Now I'm just paying what I think is a reasonable price."

"After all, Illya and I are friends."

At this point, Aiwen's tone revealed a hint of nostalgia, and he seemed a little more approachable.

But Irisviel on the opposite side was stunned, her eyes blank. She just felt that the name that Aiwen just mentioned was so cute that it made her heart beat fast.

"Illya...?"

It was as if she was entangled by thorns, and the stinging pain tortured her brain, but Irisviel didn't care at all. The tenderness and love that was about to burst out occupied every inch of her skin.

"Illya, my..."

A certain figure became clearer and clearer, a small face, a lovely voice, something more important than her own life, a treasure that would prove her future.

Her brain was bouncing, and the sutured wound seemed to be about to tear apart. The figure deep in her memory became solid from nothingness, and the eyebrows, eyes, and nose were all small and delicate, which she had touched with her own hands.

"what."

Irisviel remembered, like a fish pulled out of the ice, a fragment of memory emerged, among which was the smiling face of a little girl.

"Illya, my daughter."

Sitting powerlessly on the sofa, Alice was breathing heavily. She felt her forehead burning hot, but her hands and feet were trembling with cold.

But she was laughing, laughing without reservation, laughing because she had saved something more important than her life.

Aiwen just waited until the situation calmed down.

After a while, the silver bell-like laughter gradually dissipated. After taking a few deep breaths, Irisviel finally came back to her senses.

She looked at Aiwen beside her, looking impatient.

"Excuse me, where is my daughter, Illya? Can I see her?"

"Don't worry, Illya is having dinner outside. Don't worry, I'll take you there right away."

"Really?!"

Irisviel's face was filled with boundless radiance, a combination of a young girl's joy and a mother's loving kindness.