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

Then, the floor tiles beneath their feet bulged, knocking over the standing maids. The weapons in their hands melted into liquid, climbing and wrapping around their bodies as if they had life.

But when they struggled, they found that these seemingly liquid entities had once again turned into an indestructible steel alloy, and they became fish in the wire mesh.

It can jump around, but that's all.

In just less than two seconds of attack and defense, the Einzbern side was defeated. Illya, who quietly opened her eyes, saw this scene, covered her mouth with her hands, and her eyes widened.

In her eyes, the family that was so powerful that it could not be defied was actually so vulnerable in the hands of others?

Illya's fear of this cold castle lessened a little.

On the other side, after the battle, which was not even a warm-up, ended, Aiwen looked at Illya again. Surprisingly, he did not see fear and distance in her expression. Instead, he felt that she was a little eager to try.

"The little devil's personality is somewhat similar to the Illya I know. Is this some underlying logic?"

However, this insignificant sigh was quickly forgotten by Aiwen. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him and once again brought up the cruel fact.

"What are you going to do? I didn't lie to you. If you continue like this, you, Emiya Kiritsugu, and Irisviel will never meet again in this life."

"..."

This time, Illya did not shout in rebuttal. Putting aside the inexplicable trust in the person in front of her, she was just a child and it was actually very easy for her to trust others.

Especially since the topic involved the two people she loved most, Illya had no room to think normally.

Once she thought of her mother's gentle smile and Kiritsugu's broad shoulders disappearing into her future, resistance filled Illya's entire being.

She was very scared and she didn't want this future, but after thinking about it carefully, Illya discovered in despair that there was no one who could help her.

She has never seen outsiders since she was born. This castle is her whole world, but this world is cold and cruel.

Even though Illya was still young, she knew that as the clan leader, Ubusta Kuhaid would never send troops just because of her ideas.

What should she do? Should she accept this fate? Is there not even one person willing to help her?

of course not.

Look around you, maybe there is someone who is willing to fight for her wish.

As if she had received some revelation, Illya looked down at the red lines on the back of her hand.

Now that she thought about it carefully, she seemed to have seen a similar style on Kiritsugu.

And that cool blond older sister also suddenly appeared beside Kiritsugu. At that time, everyone called her——

"——servant!"

Illya subconsciously called out the word she had accidentally heard in the past. The moment it came out of her mouth, she instinctively understood the weight behind the word.

Aiwen squatted down, making his height and posture similar to Illya. He looked at the girl who finally got what she wanted, and responded to her dependence seriously.

"Caster is here. Tell me your idea, Illya. As your helper, I will make it come true."

"Take me out of the castle. I'm going to find Kiritsugu and my mother now. Even if we die together, I don't want to be separated from them."

Illya looked firmly at the only person who responded to her. She knew that her thoughts might be a little impulsive and she might regret it when she looked back in the future.

But at this moment, no one can deny its firmness.

"I have accepted your wish."

Aiwen extended his right hand to Illya, and she shook it without hesitation. At this moment, a contract containing true friendship hidden in falsehood was established.

With a slight pull, Aiwen picked up Illya, wrapped her in her shawl, and walked towards the door.

"Come on, let's go change your future."

Although the words were powerful, they were spoken in a gentle tone, which made Illya feel at ease.

So she nestled obediently in Aiwen's arms, only making a slight, vague nasal sound.

"Ah."

I didn't meet a single android on the way, and there was no sign of even the most basic cleaning staff. The whole castle was unsettlingly quiet.

Don't underestimate the magician's surveillance of his own workshop. The other party's quick reaction was predictable, and Aiwen was not surprised at all.

Walking out of the house and through the corridor, I saw a high-end wooden door that separated the hall. An unusual magical power came from the door.

There is no doubt that it was an ambush, an open and aboveboard one.

"Illya, are you scared?"

"No, Caster, you must be very strong. You can definitely take me to see Kiritsugu and my mother."

The little girl tried her best to put on a trusting smile. She had confirmed from the previous battle that Aiwen was extremely powerful, but was he strong enough to get her out of Einzbern?

She wasn't sure, but she wanted to believe it.

Pushing open the door, he took in the situation in the hall. Waiting at the end of his sight were more than a hundred combat androids, each of them with impressive combat power, surpassing the two who had just been defeated.

In front of them, taking the lead, was an old man who was looking at Aiwen with a ruthless gaze.

Faced with the empty gaze, Illya in Aiwen's arms shrank uneasily, as if she still had some fear of the old man in front of her.

"It's my grandfather. He will definitely not agree to Illya leaving the castle."

Illya said softly.

"It doesn't matter. We have the truth in our hands. He will agree."

"reason?"

Illya asked curiously, she didn't know what else could be said between them.

In response, Aiwen just smiled silently and had no intention of continuing to explain. He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him who was one of the driving forces behind Illya's tragic fate.

Unlike when he was facing Illya, there was no extra emotion in Aiwen's eyes at this time.

"Everyone, please move aside. I don't want to do anything excessive in front of the Master. Please don't waste any more of our time."

As the words fell, faint wails could be heard throughout the castle. The magic power that kept it running had been completely drained away by Aiwen without anyone noticing.

The tree-branch-like technique even penetrated deep into the spiritual veins, continuously absorbing magical power and feeding it back to the user.

Like a surging tide, the androids were struggling to breathe due to the increasingly dense magic power. This place was becoming a high-density magic environment where even magicians could not survive.

The invisible oppressive force seemed to solidify into substance. With just Aiwen's own strength, the overflowing magic power completely destroyed the opponent's will to fight.

Precisely because these artificial humans have no emotions, they prioritize gains and losses.

The spatial dominance rate was an overwhelming advantage for Aiwen. Although all kinds of magic had been deployed and the spells had been activated, they all fell into oblivion just before they touched the enemy.

The person walking over there is definitely not a human being. He is a natural disaster, an inhuman monster that only exists in fantasy.

The plan to recapture the Supreme Masterpiece by force has failed, and now the entire Einzbern is on the brink of destruction.

It was impossible to win. As a rational and coordinating personality, Ahad came to this conclusion and within a second he changed his plan of resistance into a plan of begging for forgiveness.

He had no regrets about this, only the thought and analysis that would not end until the mission was accomplished.

So he knelt down, without any sense of shame, and expressed his obedience in a straightforward manner.

"Are you Illyasviel's Servant?"

Ahad glanced at Illya who poked her head out curiously, and the lines on her hands. Although he felt that they were a little different from Kiritsugu Emiya's, it was not a big deal.

He was not happy now because both Servants chose the Einzbern family. After all, androids did not have the emotional option of joy.

He simply judged that this Holy Grail War might be the one with the greatest hope, so he decided to increase his investment.

"All of Einzbern is willing to obey your orders. We will provide you with all kinds of precious materials. Saber is also your ally in the Holy Grail War. Please..."

He stopped here and didn't say the rest of the words, because when Ahad raised his head, the figure was no longer in front of him.

Aiwen did not stop for even a moment. After the other side admitted defeat, he left the castle directly. He was not interested in anything Ahad said.

None of this has anything to do with Illya's happiness.

In his arms, Illya turned her head. In her sight, the hazy and huge castle was gradually disappearing in the snow. This was the first time she felt free.

She had left the castle in the past accompanied by Kiritsugu, but that was just for fun. Deep down, she knew that she would have to return.

But this time, she had a premonition that she might really be able to escape from this lifeless castle forever.

"Caster, what are we going to do next?"

"What's next..." Aiwen glanced at the hidden red marks on the back of his hand and said calmly: "Let's find a helper first."

The two figures disappeared in the heavy snow without a trace.

In the Snow City, the artificial people dispersed. Even though they almost died just now, they continued to work without any disturbance.

Ahad began to give instructions to his fellow men around him.

"Yes, just convey the information truthfully to Irisviel and the others. Tell them that we have the advantage this time, so we must not allow failure. We must achieve our long-cherished wish."

Chapter 125 Two casters? (4k)

"Caster, it's wonderful. The ocean is so vast, and the water is so cool and comfortable!"

Illya ran around excitedly. Although the wooden board under her feet was not even as big as any room in the Snow City, in Illya's eyes, the freedom it represented was as vast as the sky and the earth.

For the first time, she saw the city with her own eyes and knew its prosperous scene. She also saw the sea. The dull sound of the waves was like thunder, and the sand under her feet was moist and fine.

It was her first time talking to a human other than Kiritsugu. Everyone was kind and friendly. Not only did they smile at her, they also gave her a lot of delicious snacks.

It turns out that the world is so colorful. It is not like what we see from the castle, which is just filled with monotonous wind and snow.

"Look, look, it's jellyfish! So many jellyfish!"

She put her little hand into the sea, feeling countless thumb-sized transparent creatures passing through her fingers. The soft, smooth and novel touch made Illya smile continuously.

Aiwen watched this scene with satisfaction. In his impression, although Illya also loved to laugh, she had never had such a relaxed and innocent smile.

This was the biggest gain of his trip.

"Caster, how long will it take before we can see our mother? Illya misses her so much."

After having fun, Illya jumped back to Aiwen with wet hands. She looked at her servant wiping the water stains for her and asked expectantly.

"If Illya is willing, you can meet Ms. Irisviel tonight."

Aiwen pointed to the distance. At the end of that direction was their destination, Fuyuki City, which was also the battlefield of the Holy Grail War.

He had already told Illya everything about the Holy Grail War.

Now he and Illya were speeding across the sea on a raft, crossing the ocean at a speed that made people doubt physics.

Being able to reach speeds as high as a motorboat all by himself is undoubtedly a testament to the strength of a high-ranking magician. If he were in the Clock Tower, this level of strength would be more than enough to become a professor.

But if you look deeper into the essence, you will find that it is not so much the raft moving on the sea, but rather the sea itself that is actively carrying the small piece of wood.

This is not something that ordinary magic can do. Without external support, modern magicians would never be able to achieve this level.

"Great! I'm going to sneak into Mom's house and surprise her and Kiritsugu. It's going to be fun!"

Since leaving the Snow City, Illya's mischievous character has become more and more prominent. At this moment, her mind is full of pranks on her parents.

"Caster will help me, right?"

Illya looked at the Servant who had brought her away from loneliness and was omnipotent to her, her face full of anticipation.

"Of course, no problem. Just think of it as punishment for their mistake of turning you into a left-behind child."

Aiwen fully supports the playfulness of his best friend (in his childhood form). It is just a joke after all, and no adult would be offended by it.

"But Illya, this alone will not change fate. As long as your father still regards the Holy Grail as his only support, the future I speak of will surely come true."

Aiwen touched the girl's cute little head comfortingly. He did not treat her as a child, but as an equal, and told her all his thoughts.

"When it comes to determination, your father is unmatched. It's impossible to persuade him to give up with words. Therefore, if Illya wishes to pursue the happiness of family companionship, then after we meet, a confrontation with your father awaits."

"This is also a war between you and your family."

"Is there no way to convince him with words? Kiritsugu usually listens to me."

Illya was a little resistant. For her, fighting with her family had never been a thought. She just wanted to be with her family.