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

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Walking in the empty nothingness, Aiwen did not set any direction. He left his journey entirely to fate and only planned to stop at the right place.

Therefore, he is always looking forward to seeing new scenery and experiencing different situations.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, Aiwen saw a piece of glimmering residue. It was a special magic system that was enough to support the cornerstone of the spirit's appearance in the world.

"To protect... Illya..."

The remnant of majesty echoed in his mind, and a familiar name made Aiwen stop in his tracks.

Chapter 123: Abnormality at the Start

"Ilia."

A familiar tone vibrated in his throat, and Aiwen certainly remembered the owner of this name.

After all, the shawl she gave her was still on Aiwen's shoulders and she never took it off for a day.

"Is this the guidance of fate? Or has my fate and hers just happened to intertwine once again?"

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the fragment of the spiritual base in front of him. Suddenly, the will and memory of the owner of the spiritual base flashed before his eyes like a slide.

It was a recreation of a mythical battlefield. A giant as tall and strong as an iron tower held a huge stone sword in his hand. When he swung it, the wind and clouds were swept up. One blow sent rubble flying everywhere, with a power no less than that of a shotgun.

His opponent simply strolled among the wreckage, golden ripples flickering around him, and the ripples reached the sky.

Countless magical weapons were shot out like arrows, and the damage caused by each shot was no different from that of artillery. They ravaged everything in front of them in an endless stream.

This situation alone is war itself, and firepower is the ultimate interpretation of all ideas. Those who possess such weapons must be well versed in how to control them.

But such firepower still couldn't do anything to the giant man who was twisting and turning on the battlefield. If the girl on his shoulders could not support him, his movements would have been several times more exaggerated.

He slashed, slashed, and slashed continuously. If the flying weapons were stars, then the sword light he swung was a net, protecting the girl on his shoulder with skills beyond imagination.

There is no need to say much about the giant's skills. If he were alone, the opponent would be helpless. However, once he has something he wants to protect, the flaw will be difficult to conceal.

Obviously, the opponent was not a chivalrous man. He changed his offensive and focused on this weak point.

So there was no suspense in the next battle.

First, the spear pierced his waist, then the sword pierced his calf, and then the axe split his chest...

Each one of them was an injury that would kill an ordinary person, and even a giant could hardly ignore it. He lost his breath under the attack, and then roared again to resurrect, over and over again.

The weakness he was trying to protect was too fatal, and he lost his already slim chance of victory.

He struggled like this until the very last moment. Even though he used all his strength and exceeded his own limits, his only desire to protect the girl was not carried out to the end.

The girl died in front of him, and once again he failed to protect anything.

This pain, this obsession could not be eliminated even if his spiritual core was shattered and his spiritual foundation was scattered. His will was attached to this last fragment like a stubborn stone.

It drifted, drifted in the nothingness of nothing, transcending the wear and tear of time, until this moment it fell into the hands of someone who met the requirements.

As fate had passed, a giant figure seemed to appear in front of Aiwen's eyes. His eyes were solemn and sad, and his expression was mixed with earnest expectations as he looked at Aiwen.

"Well, leave it to me. Illya is my best friend, so no matter which world line it is, I'm willing to help her."

He reached out to take the spiritual base fragment and held the golden light tightly in his hand.

Its owner's reluctance seemed to be comforted, and after leaving only a sentence "I leave it to you to protect", it quietly faded away.

But in the end, he seemed to have left a gift, and the fragments of his spiritual base merged into Aiwen's body, camouflaging his existence.

There is no power left, and the treasures and skills are blank. In the final analysis, it is just the remnants of the spiritual base. Being able to forge an identity and deceive the Holy Grail system is the limit.

But Aiwen did not despise this little help at all. He felt the giant's ardent will and knew his name from the fragments.

"Hercules, I will fulfill your wish. I will take over the task of protecting Illya."

Muttering silently, Aiwen put aside his original attitude of going with the flow. He turned around in the void and reset the direction for his journey forward.

"Route changed, target confirmed. Since we want to protect it, let's go back to the origin and start from the beginning."

So Aiwen took a step forward and headed towards the past of Hercules' world line.

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It is a snow-white city located deep in the mountains, far away from the world. Its elegant white bricks are more beautiful than the flying snow, and its noble decorations are even better than those of the king's palace.

This is the workshop of artificial humans that is off-limits to outsiders, and the gathering place of the Einzberns. For a long time, they have stayed indoors, just to pursue their only wish.

——This is the reappearance of the third law.

To this end, they sent the Winter Saint to cooperate with the other two magic families to place the "Holy Grail" in Fuyuki City.

However, until now, after three rounds of war, their goal has never been achieved.

So this time, the androids decided to recruit the famous "magician killer" from the outside world to help them win.

Today was the second day since the Magician Killer and the Einzbern androids had set out on their expedition. The Snow Castle was completely lifeless, and the maids were merely coldly following procedures.

No one would like this place. The emptiness and inorganic matter would breed terror and make the mind gradually become sensitive and suspicious.

But there are always exceptions. In the castle as pale and cold as ice and snow, there is a room full of vitality.

That was the room originally assigned to this generation's "Lesser Holy Grail". After she accompanied the Magician Killer on their journey, it was naturally handed over to her daughter, Illyasviel.

All the humanoid creatures in this workshop are artificial humans, but she is different. Only Illya is a half-human bred in a normal way.

Perhaps it was due to her half human blood, but although she had the physical characteristics of an artificial human, she was emotionally lively and active, which made her out of place here.

When her parents were around, she had someone to shelter her from the wind and rain, but now they have set off for the battlefield, and Illya, who was left behind, immediately felt at a loss.

She locked herself in her room almost the entire day, reminiscing about the past.

"Why? Everyone is so scary. No one is smiling, not even showing any expression. Illya is so scared."

"Kiritsugu, mother, why don't you come back... Illya misses you."

On the expensive and spacious bed, which was large enough for five or six people to lie down, a snow-white little ball completely wrapped itself in a thick quilt, shivering alone.

She didn't understand what her parents were doing, but ever since they left, a bad feeling had been growing in her heart, so much so that she often couldn't sleep at night.

If everything goes on as usual, she will face the inevitable future, but today, her destiny has reached a turning point.

"Clap."

"who is it?"

The slight sound of shoes colliding was so eye-catching in this empty room.

Illya thought it was the maid who came into the room, so she didn't stand on guard and stuck her head out to ask as usual.

But what caught her red eyes was a strange person with good temperament whom she had never seen before.

His figure seems slender, but gives people a sense of reliability; his presence is not strong, but it is hard to ignore; his appearance is extremely suspicious, but there is no danger at all.

Even though she was wearing a lady's shawl and had the hood pulled up to cover her face, Illya was still attracted by the invisible charm.

She seemed to see the mysterious person in front of her smile, and then she felt a tingling sensation on the back of her hand.

Three concentric circle-shaped traces emerged.

"Ugh?"

Illya rubbed her eyes.

"This is?"

The little girl looked at the bright red mark on her hand in confusion and tried to raise her hand to wipe it, but it was of no use. The mark was neither blood nor bruise.

At this moment, the mysterious visitor approached her and half-knelt beside the bed, and the distance between them suddenly became very close.

Although they were strangers whom she had never met before, Illya felt a sense of security, which was very similar to when she was with Kiritsugu's mother, but with some subtle differences.

"It smells nice. Are you Kiritsugu's friend? My name is Illyasviel."

"Please call me caster. The mark on the back of your hand proves that I've found the right person."

The mysterious man who called himself Caster lightly tapped the back of Illya's hand, and suddenly a strange sense of connection appeared in Illya's heart.

The magic channels of both of them seemed to be connected together, although only a little bit, but it was undoubtedly abnormal.

But rather than fear, a sense of excitement about the unknown ahead gradually filled Illya's heart. Her bright eyes flickered, her face full of anticipation.

"So, Illya, do you want to find your father and mother back?"

The person who called himself Caster asked her.

Chapter 124: Illya Group, Determined to Join the War (4k)

"Do you know about Kiritsugu and his mother's situation?"

Surprised, Illya flung back the covers and laid down on them, using all fours to get herself closer to the strange being in front of her.

There was a gleam of anticipation in her eyes.

For Illya, who was less than ten years old, she was sensible enough to understand that Kiritsugu and Irisviel were shouldering a certain responsibility, but the child's nature made her look forward to knowing all the news about her parents.

"Is it good news? Kiritsugu must be almost done with his work, right? How long will it take for him and his mother to come back? Illya wants to go pick walnut buds with them!"

The chirping sounds like larks echoed in the empty and cold room, adding the only vitality to this snowy city.

Children always have the illusion that their parents are omnipotent, and Illya is the same. She has never considered that Kiritsugu might fail.

She always believed that her father, who was sometimes gentle and sometimes reliable, would complete the task quickly and appear in front of her again.

But this is just the child's wishful thinking. Most parents are not omnipotent. Illya has not grown up yet to be able to distinguish between promises and reality.

Therefore, when Aiwen, who called herself Caster, spoke, a look of joy froze on her young face.

"I'm sorry, but if things continue like this, your mother will die in this mission in a few days, and your father will never see you again because of his failure."

"What are you talking about... How is this possible? You're lying to me, aren't you?!"

From doubt to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to anger, the child's willfulness made it impossible for her to look at the news rationally. She just followed her instincts and screamed as if to vent.

It seems that as long as you can speak louder than the other person, you can prove that you are right and that the other person is talking nonsense.

Illya's sharp retort echoed throughout the room, and the noise that leaked out caused the armed androids guarding the door to rush in quickly.

But before Aiwen could answer, the bedroom door was slammed open with a bang.

Two women wearing classical maid outfits, armed with halberds and axes, rushed into the room and mercilessly attacked the only outsider with their weapons.

At the same time, they also reminded: "Miss, please step back, there is an intruder."

From the perspective of ordinary people, these two beautiful women are considered to be extraordinary masters. The weapons in their hands are real big ones. Most people have difficulty even lifting them, let alone wielding them vigorously.

In fact, this is true. As a force model to guard the castle, each of them is enough to rival a team of twenty people.

It's a pity that there is absolutely no room for them to perform here. It would be too difficult for them to defeat the countless special cases in the whole world.

Even though he was now covered in a skin that disguised himself, preventing Aiwen from exerting his full strength, it was still beyond the reach of a android.

Facing the slashing weapon, Aiwen only took a glance at it. He didn't even need to use chanting to increase the effect. Just a simple magic application was enough to deal with it.

"Declare the Earth."

The magic was activated, targeting the weapon in the maid's hand, and a spell that could affect matter was cast, causing changes silently.

The sharp blade slashed at Aiwen mercilessly. Illya beside him subconsciously closed her eyes. She didn't even have time to utter the order "stop".

Blood splattered everywhere. In the face of such a heavy weapon, the wound would not even appear to be a sharp wound, but would instead show a tragic state of being torn apart.

——If hit by a weapon.

"!"

The maids' calm faces showed confusion. They did hit the target, but the effect was completely different from what they had imagined.

No, to be precise, it actually has no effect at all.

He took a few steps back and raised the weapon in his hand. This charming, cold, and brutal huge block of iron now shrank into a ball like mud.

The huge concave arc was consistent with the angle of their chopping. Even when they raised their weapons, the long handles that served as support bent down as if they could not bear the weight.

Aiwen looked down at their feet.