In the western suburbs, Einzbern's castle.
We are on alert here, and all kinds of magic barriers and traps created by modern technology can be activated at any time.
But in the absence of an enemy attack, most of the people staying here have nothing to do.
That afternoon, Mrs. Irisviel, the mistress of the castle, made a bunch of cookies using half a bag of flour weighing about three kilograms and half a bag of flour purchased by Kuon Maiya from the city.
Then, 95% of the baked cookies were given to Saber, and the rest were afternoon tea snacks for her and her husband, Emiya Kiritsugu.
In the past, after being made in the old forest castle in Germany, Irisviel fell in love with this kind of thing that she could rarely do.
However, the great grandfather Ahad and the other android members in the family did not understand the significance of this until they met the man in front of them - Emiya Kiritsugu.
Every time I can do something, as long as it can make the other person feel a little relaxed in his tired eyes, Irisviel will feel gratified and feel that the trivial things he has done are meaningful.
"Are the cookies delicious?"
"It's delicious, with a moderate salty and sweet taste. Is it made to my taste?"
"Well, what about black tea?"
"It would be nice if it could be a little sweeter."
"Condensed milk or sugar cubes?"
"Take sugar cubes. The smell of condensed milk makes people feel sleepy easily. I can't rest yet."
The gentle and virtuous Mrs. Irisviel picked up the tweezers and added sugar cubes into the tea cup for the man in front of her. She stopped after adding one-third more sugar cubes than before, and then looked at The man opposite picked up the tea cup and drank the tea, which was obviously too sweet.
However, consuming enough sugar can indeed effectively relieve a person's tense mental state. When she saw the frown of the man opposite her relaxed slightly, Irisviel smiled sweetly.
However, the smile faded quickly, and Mrs. Irisviel suddenly said: "Kiritsugu, what do you think the world will be like after the Holy Grail War is over?"
“What will the world become?”
Emiya Kiritsugu paused for a moment, and slowly tightened his grip on the handle of the cup.
"If I obtain the Holy Grail, the world should become a better place, but..."
"It's just that in that beautiful world, I will not exist." Slightly sad words came out of Irisviel's mouth.
As a small Holy Grail cyborg endowed with personality, her job in this Holy Grail War is to recover the souls of servants who were defeated or lost their masters and were unable to maintain their own existence, and to detain them until the end of the war.
At that time, the collected servant souls will complete the task of linking to the real Great Holy Grail in the final stage of the Holy Grail Ceremony, and it will also mean that she serves as a tool to complete her mission.
In other words, when the Holy Grail comes, she will die...
"Eri, why don't we give up the Holy Grail War and run away? As long as you do this, you won't die..." Emiya Kiritsugu's spirit was relaxed by the sugar cube, but he became a little emotional.
"Give up? Run away? But what should Ilia do?"
"Go back to Germany, blast open the barrier, and take away Ilia. Anyone who dares to stop me will be killed."
At this moment, the sense of responsibility as a husband and a father overwhelmed everything else in Emiya Kiritsugu's heart.
"Don't be stupid, we can't escape."
"We can remain anonymous and go to small villages where no one knows us. For example, we can go to that ancient red country. Even Einzbern's influence in the world cannot extend his tentacles there. .”
"In that case, you will only spend the rest of your life in pain." Mrs. Irisviel knew her husband very well, so she shook her head firmly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this, but suddenly, I missed Eli. So elegant."
Emiya Kiritsugu was silent. He gradually calmed down, or in other words, gradually let himself cool down.
"Promise me that you will take good care of yourself and our daughter when I am not around in the future. Illya is a very cute and naughty child, but even if she makes mistakes in the future, Don't criticize her too harshly, but talk to her well and teach her well..."
Irisviel gave her instructions carefully. On the afternoon before the Holy Grail ceremony was completed, she told her husband these things as if she were giving her last words.
"Well, I will. I will take good care of Illya. This is what I, as a father, should and must do as a matter of course."
Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes were a little dead, and like a machine, he agreed to the promises made by his wife Irisviel one by one.
"In this case, I feel relieved." Irisviel said with a smile, picking up the teapot on the table and preparing to pour tea, but found that there was no tea in it: "I will go to the kitchen to pour water!"
Emiya Kiritsugu looked at his wife's back walking towards the door. Suddenly an idea came to his mind, but it was the artificial human that had been flown over here. It was completely blank, with no soul, no memory or thinking. body.
"Ai Li, I have an idea. Maybe I can keep you alive and see Ilia again..."
"real?"
Emiya Kiritsugu told Irisviel what he originally wanted to do to the boy.
"To transfer the soul, memory, and consciousness of a living person to the body of a blank artificial human, the Einzbern family has indeed done such a transfer magic, and it was successful. However, that refers to a real living person, It doesn’t include us who were originally artificial humans, we have no souls, Kiritsugu!”
"The same goes for the virtual personality given."
"My personality rests on the Little Holy Grail and cannot be separated."
"There is a way. The origin bullet made from my bone marrow has the ability to cut and recombine. When the Small Holy Grail is summoned, I can shoot the Small Holy Grail with the origin bullet, destroy and reorganize it in an instant, and then seize the reorganization. The opportunity to separate your personality from the Little Holy Grail and transfer it to that blank artificial human body..."
"Is this okay?"
"At least the possibility of realization is not zero, and it's better than doing nothing, right?"
"Can I see Illya again..."
A look of longing appeared on Mrs. Irisviel's face, like a person who thought she was terminally ill and would die, but suddenly saw a glimmer of hope, a chance to not leave the one she loved.
That sudden touch overflowed in the heart of this young mother who was created and is only nine years old, but looks like a normal good wife and mother.
But just when the young lady was about to say something, something suddenly happened. The teapot in her hand fell down and smashed to the ground. Her body was like a doll with its strings cut off, and it went limp. fell down...
