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

Faced with this innocent thought, Aiwen said nothing. Was this child's innocence wrong? Of course not. It's just that sometimes right and wrong need strength to support them.

Luckily, Illya just happened to have the power right now, because he was right here.

"No problem, Illya, just do what you want, and I'll take care of the rest. After all, there's a contract between you and me."

There's nothing wrong with talking about it first. Aiwen is acting for Illya's happiness. If he makes her unhappy, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?

"That's right, Caster will help me. If Kiritsugu makes me unhappy, you can beat him up and let him know who has the final say now!"

Looking at the "Command Seal" on the back of her hand, Illya, who had been a little depressed, immediately became cheerful. She put her hands on her hips, and her nose was almost turned up to the sky.

His Servant did something that even Kiritsugu couldn't do. He brought him out of the castle!

So if it were Caster, he would definitely be able to find a way to make Kiritsugu surrender and help him change the future where his mother dies.

Because she had an appointment with caster.

……

Shortly after the conversation ended, Illya fell asleep due to exhaustion from the intense play. After all, she was still a child and did not have much physical strength.

The raft was very hard, far inferior to a bed, but she was too tired to care about the difference and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

Aiwen restrained the surrounding atmosphere, isolating the humid sea breeze so that Illya would not feel cold in her sleep.

After she fell asleep, the raft, which was already moving very fast, was completely uncamouflaged. At this time, it was not moving, but being dragged.

The surrounding space became difficult to measure under the influence, like a piece of cut paper, and the distance between Aiwen and Fuyuki was shrinking every moment.

When Illya woke up from her sleep, she found that the hard wooden board under her had been replaced by a soft bed, and her servant was sitting beside her.

Looking out the window beside the bed, it was already late outside, but artificial lights illuminated the sky, and tall buildings occupied the space in the sky.

We have arrived in Fuyuki City.

"Are you awake, Illya?"

Closing the guidebook that introduced Fuyuki's situation, Aiwen asked with care, while also explaining the current situation.

"We've arrived in Fuyuki City. This is a remote hotel that we specifically searched for. I've set up a barrier, so there won't be any problems for now."

"Is this the battlefield where Kiritsugu and Mom fought?"

Climbing out of bed, Illya walked to the window and observed the lines of the city below through the glass.

The cold steel buildings, the darkness hidden in the corners of the city, and the silent and weird atmosphere enveloped the city.

It was not until this moment that the unreal excitement completely disappeared, and Illya felt an inexplicable heavy mood.

The Holy Grail War, a battlefield where even her father and mother were unsure, and now she has come here, taking the initiative to step into danger for the sake of family reunion.

This is reckless and willful, treating war as a joke.

But she is not afraid because her Servant is so reliable. He will protect her and reunite her with her family.

"Caster, I'll leave the rest to you."

The little girl knew that she could do nothing, so she entrusted her fate and trust entirely to the existence in front of her that had never revealed its face but was helping her.

Aiwen smiled, he nodded, and stood up on his own initiative.

"Um,"

"Well, to increase our hand, let's cheat a little. After all, I'm the caster, so how can I not do something with the system?"

"Caster, what are you going to do? It sounds interesting!"

Illya walked quickly to Aiwen's side, full of curiosity. Perhaps because Kiritsugu often cheated when playing games with her, she cared a lot about what Aiwen said.

"To be specific, it means using the job index to repeat summons and add another Servant to our camp."

——A true caster.

Aiwen explained it in general terms, but of course he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

If the other contestants knew this, they'd probably spit blood. In the Holy Grail War, there are seven factions and seven Servants, and you have three on the Einzbern side. How can you still win?!

A moment later, the two left the hotel where they were staying temporarily, using suggestion magic to eliminate their tracks along the way. Their destination was the Weiyuan River that ran through the city.

As one of the few high-level spiritual sites in Japan, Fuyuki City has many spiritual veins, the most important of which is hidden under the Mion River. Therefore, it is also a natural high-quality summoning place.

Of course, it can't compare to the workshop of the Spirit Vein Supervisor.

It is now late at night, the riverside is deserted, and with the increased activity of magical power, it is the best time to perform large-scale spells.

So in a hidden corner, Aiwen sprinkled liquid silver representing mystery, and a circular ritual array was carved on the ground.

Silver flowed through the dents, and the magical power lingering in the surroundings was extracted and integrated into the silver itself, and the overflowing lines emitted a magical glow.

Illya watched intently from the side. This was her first time seeing the summoning process.

Aiwen suddenly came when she knew nothing about it, which gave her a bit of a sense of emptiness as if she had gained something for nothing. But this time, she felt more fulfilled as the Master.

Although I am an indirect Master, does that mean the Servant's Servant is no longer my Servant?

"The number of fullness and closure is five. Repeat over and over again. When it is full, discard it."

Just extending his hand normally, Aiwen injected a trace of his own magic power, which was a necessary step for summoning a servant.

Servants are but shadows of human history. They are merely data and information stored in a high-dimensional dimension called the "Heroic Throne" and have nothing to do with the real world.

Therefore, the most important thing for a so-called Master is not only to provide magic power, but also to become the anchor for the Servants to come into the world.

Therefore, after losing the Master, even if the Servant has the ability to maintain its own existence, it still needs to find the next Master as soon as possible.

"The wind came in from the four gates, all of which were closed, and came out from the crown, wandering along the three-forked roads of the kingdom."

There was no excitement, no expectation, Aiwen didn't even put the holy relics into the magic circle. This summoning was ostensibly to increase combat power, but in fact it was to complete the summoning ritual.

"I declare, your body is at my service, my life is upon your sword. If you will obey the principles of the Holy Grail, then answer."

Yes, in the current Holy Grail War, although the seven Masters have been determined, the Servants of the Magician class have not yet been summoned.

The fact that the Holy Grail chose two Einzbern Masters at the same time did not exist at all.

Aiwen's so-called caster identity was a false illusion disguised with the help of the fragments of the spiritual base, and the command seals on Illya's hands were just a simple decoration.

That was just a trick, a simple magic storage texture without any command function, and its only effect was to stimulate the induction between the two parties.

In a nutshell, it is a disguise, or to put it more bluntly, it is a scam for children.

Since he came to this world, the Command Seals were bestowed upon him by the Holy Grail, and finding Illya happened after that.

Aiwen is now a servant in the eyes of others, but in the judgment of the Holy Grail, he is only the master, and the summoning of the real caster must be done by him.

"I will accomplish all good deeds, I will spread all evil, entangled in the seven days of the three great word spirits, come from the wheel of restraint, guardian of the scales."

As the words fell, a blindingly strong light emanated from the summoning circle, and intense pain spread throughout Aiwen's body.

The magic power rushed back and forth irregularly, causing a strong wind that made the robes rustle violently. Electric charges were triggered and kept jumping around. Even the earth trembled before this miracle.

Like a firework ignited in an instant, the moment the summoning ritual was successful, violent fluctuations reached their peak accompanied by a white light that was too bright to look directly at, and fantasy turned into reality.

The air was filled with smoke and dust, the light and magic disappeared, and there was only a hazy scene in front of the eyes, and vague human figures could be seen.

"Clang, clang."

The sound of metal and cement colliding was heard, a unique sound that immediately reminded people of metal combat boots.

"Huh, isn't it actually a Bow Knight class? That's frustrating, but I never thought I'd be summoned like this again. It's a special case, I guess. It looks like this trip to the Netherworld won't be too boring."

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

That proud and loud voice revealed absolute majesty, self-confidence and nobility that surpassed everything. Even despicable people needed courage to look up to him.

Golden hair, snake-like red pupils, and a cool short-sleeved shirt and baggy pants. His bare chest and muscle lines reveal the natural beauty that was carved by a knife and an axe.

In his right hand he held a clay slab, from which Aiwen could sense an extraordinary and profound aura, which was simply the embodiment of the power of the gods, and was undoubtedly a noble weapon of a superior.

"Hey, you magician over there, summoning me with this weak job is a crime of disrespect, but you are not respectful enough to meet me as a subject, which is an even greater crime."

The ferocious pupils shrank like those of a wild beast, and the dissatisfaction in them was like a steel knife on the neck, making people's hair stand on end.

Illya didn't expect the servant to be so fierce. She shrank back behind Aiwen in fear, clutching the corner of his clothes with her little hands.

This action was naturally seen by the golden Servant. With just a glance, his innate wisdom allowed him to see Illya's true nature.

"Hmph, a mere puppet... no, can it even be considered human now? How pathetic! Objects should only focus on their purpose. This kind of half-heartedness only brings suffering. Was the person who created her a clown?"

The golden Servant looked away unhappily and looked back at Aiwen who was standing in front of Illya, his tone becoming even colder.

"Forget it. This brat's affairs have nothing to do with me, so I'll ignore them for now. However, if your next answer deviates in the slightest, I will not let you die easily."

Chapter 126: The King Approves! (4k)

"First of all, are you a foolish person who wants to rely on my power? You should know that I only protect my own subjects. Not just any useless person can waste my free time."

In the eyes of this blond servant, the lives of others were as insignificant as the grass that was easily brushed away.

But that overwhelming spirit is not false. Heroism and cruelty are perfectly integrated in him, demonstrating the primitive social concept.

This is the ancient king named Gilgamesh, the judge who stood at the beginning of human history, and a lone man who practiced the rule of man in an era when humans were still servants of God.

For him, the so-called human standards are his standards. Everyone except him in heaven and on earth is an impure thing that is neither good nor bad.

However, Gilgamesh, who was summoned with the caster spirit base, had experienced the spiritual grass incident, and his personality had become somewhat more tolerant compared to his youth.

Therefore, the first action he would take now would be questioning rather than direct execution.

"There is one more thing, bastard. Answer me honestly. What medium did you use to allow me to descend in this form?"

"And you dared to cover your face in front of me without permission. This is simply disrespectful."

Gilgamesh looked at the Master in front of him with a slightly angry look, whose face was covered. Golden ripples appeared around him, and magic power was brewing in them.

"Calm down, I didn't use any medium. The Servant I summoned just happened to be you."

Aiwen looked at the golden doors. As the master of Gilgamesh, he naturally knew that they were the treasures of the king, which were filled with all kinds of treasures and weapons beyond imagination.

But now, these weapons that should have been aimed at the enemy are all aimed at himself.

The magic wand appeared due to spatial fluctuations, and the magic formula engraved by the Age of Gods was being loaded on it. It had a heavy feeling that was incomparable to modern magic. Even if it was not launched, it made people tremble physically and mentally.

This won't do. Aiwen herself doesn't care, but Illya is already very uneasy facing this intimidation. This is not a burden that a child can bear.

Feeling Illya's increasing grip on the edge of her clothes, Aiwen raised his hand under Gilgamesh's interested gaze.

There was no violent movement, nor the plea for mercy that Gilgamesh had expected. He casually drew a gray mark in the space as if wiping a stain from the table.

The world responded silently.

Suddenly, the golden portals spread throughout the space flickered as if they had poor contact. It became extremely difficult to even maintain them, let alone reveal their weapons.

"What on earth did you do, man?!"

Gilgamesh's pupils narrowed, and his calm mask was broken. He found that there was a problem with his connection with the treasure house.

It wasn't a "fault" like the opening was damaged, but the distance between the passage and the storage had become so far that even if he wanted to open the treasure house, it wouldn't come true until it disappeared.

Interference with the spatial scale, and its priority is extremely high, even higher than the law of the heroic spirit, which is a mysterious crystallization.

Reality forced the King of Heroes to put aside his contempt and re-evaluate the Master who had summoned him.

"I thought it was just another boring magician trying to borrow my power, but now it seems the situation is different."

"My clairvoyance can't even see this guy's future. Is he a discontinuum of time and space? Life that exists only in the present moment is so rare."

"And the weight of this fate is beyond the reach even of the gods. It's so strange, it requires careful observation."

After finishing his thoughts, Gilgamesh's attitude turned serious.

After years of baptism, he has reduced the arrogance of his youth and can at least admit his mistakes openly.

"Hmph, it seems I was wrong. You are indeed qualified to speak with me. But I'm curious, is it really necessary for a monster like you to participate in this game?"

"I have no intention of fighting for the Holy Grail. This time I am only taking action to fulfill Illya's wish. So as long as you don't hinder us, you can act freely in this war."

Aiwen patted Illya's head. Gilgamesh glanced at the little girl hiding behind Aiwen and sneered in disapproval.

"Very well, in that case, I will reluctantly acknowledge your status as Master. Acting to protect others... Although it's so boring as to be incomprehensible, it is also the right path. However, I will not condescend to protect a puppet unless you intend to use the Command Seals."