Did the Heroic Spirit I conquered become a reality?

Artoria said softly, "Tonight, she is not in her complete form."

Scáthach's body stiffened abruptly, and for the first time, a look of utter and immense astonishment appeared on her face, which always carried a hint of composure and confidence.

...Not a complete form?

Tonight, the terrifying power that woman displayed was merely the tip of the iceberg, yet it was enough to easily devour the treasure of a top-tier deity.

And this... isn't even her true, complete form?!

"If something happens to Master, you should have a chance to see him."

Artoria looked at the familiar figure in the distance, carrying a "little girl" and walking home with her sister, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "But believe me, you don't want to see that scene."

……

Long after everyone had evacuated, a petite figure finally arrived, accompanied by her Titan-like Berserker.

Ilya was in a pretty good mood, even full of anticipation.

After all, this was the first time she had taken her incredibly powerful Servant out for a "stroll".

However, when she actually stepped into this port area and witnessed the apocalyptic scene before her, all the smiles on her pretty face, which always carried a touch of innocence, froze completely in an instant.

The vast expanses of ground that were "erased" seemed to have been swallowed up by some unknown force, along with their very existence, leaving only bottomless, smooth, and pitch-black pits.

Those mountain-like containers made of steel were twisted and deformed like melted candles, and some of them even completely vanished.

The air still held a terrifying pressure that made her heart pound, as if it came from before the world was born, filled with a primordial chaos.

This……

What on earth happened?!

Ilya's pupils suddenly contracted as she stared in disbelief at the mess before her, her mind going completely blank.

This is absolutely not the kind of destruction that could be caused by a battle between Servants!

Even if multiple top-tier Servants simultaneously unleash their Noble Phantasms against cities, or even... countries, it would be impossible to create such a... "clean" and terrifying scene, as if even the "concept" itself had been erased!

This is more like a higher-level, unreasonable "rule" that has unilaterally "covered" and "reshaped" this area!

Is it...

Did...big brother...do all of this?!

It took Ilya a while to recover from the immense shock. Looking at this place full of unknowns and dangers, she finally decided to go back first.

However, the moment she turned around, her steps suddenly stopped.

Unbeknownst to her, a woman had silently appeared behind her.

She wore a somewhat outdated, 1980s-style blue denim jeans and a red turtleneck sweater, with a simple white trench coat over them. Her "everyday" attire, so out of place with the somber and heavy atmosphere around her, only made her appear even more...mysterious.

The woman had short, neat black hair, and her delicate face, which looked to be only about twenty years old and full of youth and vitality, carried a playful, knowing smile.

She looked at Ilya and asked in a relaxed, casual tone, as if she were just chatting with a girl next door:

"Little sister, it seems you...missed a wonderful fireworks display."

"Can you tell me what just happened here?"

Looking at the woman before her, so full of "ordinary life" and so out of place in this apocalyptic landscape, Ilya noticed a deep question for the first time in her ruby ​​eyes, which always held a touch of innocence.

She could clearly sense that the woman in front of her didn't seem to have any powerful magical energy fluctuations.

But for some reason, her extremely keen sense of magic, typical of androids, was frantically sending her warnings.

It was a unique "texture" that she had never felt from any magician before, as if it were completely out of place with the rest of the world.

“Big sister,” Ilya tilted her head and asked tentatively in a tone full of childlike innocence and curiosity, “Are you a magician? I feel… the ‘color’ on you is different from others.”

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the woman's amused smile deepened. She looked with interest at the silver-haired little girl in front of her, who appeared to be exquisitely beautiful but was actually quite cunning, and asked in return, "Is that so? Then what color do you think I am...?"

Ilya didn't answer. She just glanced again at the devastated battlefield that had been completely wiped out, and then asked in her innocent tone, "Did you set off the 'fireworks' here, big sister? That's amazing! Even my Berserker can't do that."

"Hehe, you're really not cute at all, you've been testing me the whole time."

The woman chuckled lightly, shrugged nonchalantly, and replied in a relaxed tone, as if chatting with a friend, "I can't put out such amazing 'fireworks.' I'm just an ordinary magician who happened to be passing by and was somewhat interested in the 'excitement' here."

She paused, looking at Ilya's suspicious gaze, then seemed to remember something, clapped her hands, and continued in her clear and melodious voice, "Oh, right, you probably want to know my name, right? I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself."

"Aozaki Aoko."

She smiled and held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you, young master of the Einzbern family."

Volume 1: Chapter 96 Aozaki Aoko's Invitation, Irisviel's Visit

Sesshouin Kiara returned to the building on the top floor of the new city district.

She slowly took off her conservative yet elegant nun's habit.

Then, she changed into a black slip dress that exuded ultimate allure.

The soft fabric clung to her mature, graceful, and sexy figure, almost bursting out of the fabric, outlining her full, firm breasts and slender waist in perfect curves.

Holding a glass of red wine, with her bare, snow-white feet, she slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the city below, which appeared exceptionally tranquil after the rain.

Those eyes, which always held a gentle, compassionate quality, now gleamed with an elusive light, brimming with "desire."

In her mind, the scenes that had taken place at the port that night, filled with "surprises" and "unexpected events," kept replaying.

She recalled how the boy named Tohsaka Yu, a mere magician, unleashed a vast and pure magical power that could be called a "miracle."

She also recalled how, in that final, critical moment, he had drawn upon all the most primal magic from the "roots" and used it as "fuel" to summon that forbidden "being" that even she felt a shiver of dread.

"Ha ha……"

A captivating smile, brimming with joy and anticipation, appeared on Sesshouin Kiara's lips. In her eyes, which always held a touch of gentleness, a hint of undisguised, almost manic interest quickly flashed.

She wanted... to have him.

Then, let him completely immerse himself in his boundless "love," filled with "compassion" and "salvation," and become one with him.

but……

She looked towards the distant, dark area where Einzbern Castle was located, and the smile on her face faded slightly.

That special being seems to be a bit troublesome.

……

Back in the presidential suite in the new city, Luvia's usually confident and proud face was now filled with indescribable shock and... a trace of resentment.

"What on earth is that thing?!"

She paced back and forth in the room, somewhat flustered, her signature long, gorgeous golden curls swaying with her movements. "How can they have such exaggerated combat power?! In the end, for a magician to summon a familiar of that level is just too unfair!"

After venting her frustrations, she suddenly remembered something and quickly turned to look at Rider, who had remained unusually calm throughout. Her voice held a hint of concern as she asked, "Rider, are you... alright?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Quetzalcoatl said with an incredibly cheerful, sun-like smile. She even stretched her limbs, as if the life-or-death battle she had just fought was nothing more than a warm-up for her.

"At least, we had a great time!"

"Really...enjoyed it?" Luvia looked at her suspiciously.

Even now, she still vaguely remembers how that mysterious blue-haired "familiar" merely raised a hand, unleashing a primordial tide powerful enough to devour everything, easily swallowing and dissolving Rider's Noble Phantasm, which symbolized the "sun"...

Can you really enjoy a frustrating battle like that?

Quetzalcoatl still wore a hearty smile: "Of course..."

However, just as Luvia was about to continue speaking, she suddenly changed the subject and said in a voice full of enthusiasm and energy, "Master... sometimes, it's better not to expose the whole truth, okay?"

"You..." Luvia was speechless upon hearing this. After a moment, she let out a soft snort in her characteristic haughty tone, "Hmph, you should have said that sooner..."

She paused, and her blue eyes, which were always full of confidence and arrogance, once again flashed with the sharp and shrewd light that belonged to London's elite.

"Anyway, we need to discuss the next steps... I can't be eliminated so quickly! If the Tohsaka family finds out, they'll definitely laugh at me!"

The Edelfelt family participated in the Third Holy Grail War, and like the Tohsaka family, this family is an ancient family in the magic world known for "Jewel Magic".

Between the two families, there is not only competition for different philosophies of the same school of magic, but also a complex relationship that has lasted for generations and can be described as "blood feud".

This is precisely why, when Tokiomi Tohsaka was considering finding a family for Sakura to be adopted, he preferred the Matou family, which had long since declined and could even be described as full of "risks," rather than ever considering sending Sakura to the Edelfelt family, which was also a prestigious family of magicians.

After all, sending his own daughter, who possessed extremely high magical talent, to the home of his "arch-enemy" was tantamount to aiding the enemy, something that his cold "rationality" and "pride" as a magician could absolutely not tolerate.

"Master, so... what are our plans next?"

Quetzalcoatl put away his carefree and cheerful smile, and his golden eyes, which were always as bright as the sun, were now filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

"After all, if there is such a troublesome being... even 'I' am not absolutely certain that I can win the final victory in this Holy Grail War."

She knew that although her words were full of the pride and defiance of the South American god, she also knew that in the face of such an unreasonable and absolute power that could be called "creation," any struggle would probably be in vain.

Upon hearing this, Luvia fell into a long silence.

For the first time, a cool and rational thought, characteristic of a magician, appeared on her beautiful face, which was always full of confidence and pride.

After a moment, she slowly raised her head, her bright sapphire-like eyes flashing with an undeniable determination.

"There's only one way now..."

"Hmm?" Quetzalcoatl looked at her with considerable interest.

Looking out the window at the city shrouded in night, Luvia slowly said, "Perhaps, we need... allies."

Upon hearing the word "ally," Quetzalcoatl paused for a moment, but quickly nodded and readily agreed.

"Oh?" Luvia was somewhat surprised. "That's unexpected. I thought... given your personality, you would disdain joining forces with others."

"Heh, I really have no interest in the Holy Grail War." Quetzalcoatl grinned, his golden eyes once again burning with a fierce fighting spirit as intense as the sun. "But now, I am very interested in Saber's Master, and... the 'special familiar' he summoned."

"No matter what, I want to fight her again... fair and square!"

“Although this time, I did suffer a great loss,” she paused, but her tone carried the keen insight of the strongest warrior, “I could vaguely sense that the magic she could use also had an ‘upper limit’.”

"I don't know if it's because Saber's Master's own magical power is insufficient to support two top-tier Servants at the same time, or... that special 'familiar' itself has some kind of limitation."

"But whichever it is... at least I see her 'upper limit'."

Having an "upper limit" means... there is hope of victory!

This reignited an incredibly strong desire in her warrior-like heart to take on challenges!

Luvia was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. She looked at her Servant, who was full of high spirits, and her pretty face, which always carried a hint of arrogance, quickly blossomed into an incredibly bright and confident smile.

“Very good,” she nodded, her voice filled with the unwavering determination of a master, “Rider, I will fully support you.”

Upon hearing this, Quetzalcoatl revealed an incredibly radiant smile and extended her hand toward her Master.

"I will also fully support you so that you can win the final victory in this Holy Grail War, Master."

Two hands, equally full of strength and determination, clasped tightly together in mid-air.

……

At this moment, the port was in a deathly silence.

A terrifying pressure, as if from before the world was born, still lingered in the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

The vast expanses of ground that were "erased" seemed to have been swallowed up by some unknown force, along with their very existence, leaving only bottomless, smooth, and pitch-black pits.

Those mountain-like containers made of steel were twisted and deformed like melted candles, and some of them even completely vanished.

This is absolutely not the kind of destruction that could be caused by a battle between Servants!

This is more like a higher-level, unreasonable "rule" that unilaterally "covers" and "reshapes" this area.

Ilya looked at the woman in front of her, who seemed so out of place in this apocalyptic world, and when she heard that the woman had not only greeted her but also revealed her identity, her ruby ​​eyes, which always held a touch of innocence, narrowed slightly.

A smiling expression, incongruous with her age, appeared on her face as she spoke in a clear, melodious voice, "It seems you've done quite a bit of research, big sister. Are you also a Master in this Holy Grail War?"

“No.” Aozaki Aoko shook her head gently, looking at Illya with the same playful smile on her face. “I just… came here simply because of some things.”

"What is it?" Ilya pressed.

"This matter..." For the first time, a genuine, unvarnished seriousness appeared on Aozaki Aoko's face, "Perhaps... it concerns you..."

She paused, seemingly considering her words, and finally shook her head, saying slowly in a more serious and unquestionable tone, "No, it should be said... it concerns the safety of the entire human being."

Ilya was taken aback. She looked at the unprecedentedly solemn expression on the woman's face and was about to ask a question.