Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Just like the young Misaya, who should have grown into a beautiful girl as resilient, handsome, intelligent and charming as Rin, she grew into a woman who, due to the changes in her childhood, the major betrayal she suffered and the life-threatening threat (curse) she carried for more than ten years, became a woman who speaks as sarcastically, coldly and independently as her master Scáthach in the eyes of the dog-like character.

These different external factors lead them to very different lives, but ultimately, they all make them bear things that they shouldn't have to bear at their age.

"The adult world no longer has fairy tales, but it can protect the opportunity for children to dream, including you, Ilya—the purity in your eyes, the yearning for beauty and the future, is the tomorrow for which heroes strive and fight. Children—are the future and hope of mankind, the symbol of its infinite possibilities."

The words that night resounded like a bell in Ilya's mind. Before that—at birth—she had been instilled with the idea of ​​participating in the war for her family. Even as a child, she could not cry out in pain, could not back down, and had to risk her life to strive for the long-cherished wish of restoring the Third Law of her ancestors.

Fortunately, this erroneous and distorted life lesson has not yet had a profound impact on Ilya's personality, and there is still a possibility that it can be reversed.

The fact that she questions some of Einzbern's actions and rebels because of pain is the most obvious sign that she can still be redeemed. For Ilya, who has this tendency, it perfectly fits the idea of ​​'fairytale aesthetics' in a child's mind. If it cannot have a huge impact on Ilya's heart?

"Protect—the purity we see?" Although Ilya didn't understand at the moment, she suddenly felt an impulse.

"Then can I, like my older brother, become a guardian of the purity and innocence in children's hearts?" Because her older brother said he was evil, Ilya didn't even name herself 'Justice'.

Perhaps it is true that one is influenced by one's surroundings; despite having only been in contact with the night for a short time, Ilya seems to have already grasped the essence of black justice—even evil has its own way of protecting the good in one's heart.

Who says that only justice bathed in sunlight can protect the pure land in people's hearts?

Night: "Of course..."

Chapter Thirty-Two: Achilles, the Tool Man, Tell Me What's Big Brother's Name?

People who love children are definitely good people!

If heroes who loved children, such as Hans Christian Andersen, the Tale of the Monk, and Hercules, had heard his words the night before, they would surely have been filled with awe and considered him a kindred spirit.

This is how it manifests as both human evil and human love.

As a believer in the goddess, Ta-Miao, who already held this goddess's husband in high esteem, might have even more longing and reverence for Ye.

After that, Ilya returned to her own body.

The world that Ye communicates with Ilya is ultimately a manifestation of his domineering laws, rather than his true form.

If it were his true form, he could easily cross space and take Illya away, but his current heroic spirit power is not enough to do that. However, he also gave Illya something that was enough to turn the tide of battle.

The fake Command Seals created by Aika Sajou had already been thoroughly studied by Misaya on her own body.

When Yoru proposed researching Command Seals, he had just arrived in Misaya's room. After learning about the Holy Grail War and gradually lowering his guard against Yoru, Misaya did not refuse but obediently cooperated with her Servant.

However—after following her previous senses to find the location of her Command Seals, Misaya, though not knowing why she was in that place, was still inexplicably embarrassed that she had been thoroughly investigated.

After all, in Sakura, a world where even elementary school students are quite precocious, let alone Misaya who grew up in a family of magicians, there are some things that she already knows at a young age. After all, Misaya is closer in age to Aika than Ayaka, who is still a complete child.

Getting back to the main point—Yoru, who has thoroughly studied the Command Seal Magic system, previously made the move of bestowing Command Seals upon himself and then summoning Heroic Spirits. Moreover, the summoned Heroic Spirits were not from any of the seven major classes, making it a blatant violation of the rules. When the battle between the real and fake Heroic Spirits begins, their side will have two more Heroic Spirits than they do. As long as Yoru doesn't choose to occupy other positions from the seven major classes that haven't appeared yet, there won't be any problems.

Not to mention, the two extra ones are beasts. No matter how you look at it, there's no way they can lose...

For Ye, it's now quite easy to manually create Command Seals for others.

Not only has he completely broken through the technical barrier, but in terms of status and position, he is also the big boss of the pseudo-Heroic Spirits faction. As the emperor of one side, what's wrong with him pre-selecting quotas and issuing Command Seals to his chosen subordinates? Isn't that a normal thing?

Just like how Masters of Yggdrasil summon Servants in the same way.

Granting a Command Seal is not difficult. In the consciousness world constructed by the domineering laws just now, Night directly rubbed a Command Seal on the back of Illya's hand.

However, there is a problem with which one to summon.

Logically speaking, Ilya should be paired with the invincible Barsaka.

Given that her father treated Ilya almost like a daughter and was willing to break through his own mythology for her sake, it would be best to entrust Ilya to his protection.

However, we also need to consider the issues of mana offerings and artifacts.

The current Ilya is not the Ilya who underwent countless modifications during the Fifth World War. Even when she first tried to make a contract with Hercules, her body was in immense pain and on the verge of collapse.

If it weren't for the child's cries awakening Hercules's protective instincts and causing him to voluntarily awaken—the contract wouldn't even have been signed.

Ordinary people are simply not qualified to sign a contract with this Hercules.

In mythology, Hercules once killed his wife and children in a fit of madness. When he awoke, the image of him holding his dead child and weeping bitterly like a child is still vivid in my mind.

This is also the prototype of the life experience of his grandfather Kratos that Night wove in Greece. Wasn't Kratos, the God of War, initially tempted by Ares and unconsciously killed his wife and children in a frenzy?

It was precisely because of this tragic experience that Ilya, as a child, had the potential to subdue the proud Hercules and make him take the initiative to protect her.

But putting aside the current crisis, which involves too much uncertainty, there isn't enough time for Ilya to get to know Hercules, and her body can't withstand the unconscious magical drain from Berserker, not to mention that Hercules's relic, Night, is also missing.

That thing will be found by the Einzbern family later. If Night wants to help Illya summon it directly, she can only do so through affinity summoning.

The most regrettable thing is that Night did not have any connection with Hercules during his lifetime, but he did become friends with Hercules' son. Obviously, he didn't have anything that could be used as a relic to summon Hercules.

Then—we can only send a trustworthy Heroic Spirit to help Illya.

Indeed, the treasure vault of the night contains many objects associated with Greek heroes.

Considering that most of the Greek heroes are loli characters, Night really doesn't dare to give Illya a Noble Phantasm casually.

Those who are of decent character and have the most outstanding abilities are undoubtedly Achilles and Hector.

After hesitating slightly between these two and deciding which one to summon...

Recalling the pun on Achilles' Noble Phantasm, Yoru, with a touch of wicked humor, transferred the conceptual form of Achilles' armor to Illya through his consciousness.

Since it is a conceptual entity, not a physical object, it is possible to exchange it over long distances.

"Your crisis is not yet resolved—use this—to summon the spirit of my friend who once roamed the Greek lands with me—the great hero Achilles. I have entrusted all my messages to this armor, and the moment he answers the call, he will understand everything and lead you away from that dangerous, filthy family."

"I understand, big brother! I believe in big brother!" After finally mustering her courage, Ilya stood on tiptoe and kissed Ye's consciousness on the cheek with her own consciousness. Then, blushing and excited, she reluctantly returned to reality, still wearing her armor.

After leaving, Ilya's face suddenly fell.

Wait, I forgot to ask the older brother's real name!!!

Ahh ...

But—there will still be a chance to meet again, right?

In fact, Ilya still couldn't muster the courage at the time; what she wanted most was the Night's relic.

Since Night claims to be a hero who fought alongside the legendary Greek hero Achilles on the battlefield, he must also be a powerful heroic spirit capable of answering summons, right?!

She really wanted to summon the older brother himself!

Achilles should know what his older brother's name is, right? Okay, then let's summon him quickly.

At this moment, there was no longer any fear of the future or sense of crisis for her life. Even the idea of ​​summoning Achilles to solve her safety problem had been relegated to a secondary concern. Instead, the priority was to use Achilles as a tool to quickly find out the true identity of the older brother who had saved her!

But how do I summon it?

Just as Ilya was thinking this, a blinding red light and a stinging sensation suddenly appeared on the back of her hand.

"Ah~!!" Ilya couldn't help but let out a cute cry of pain.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The eldest brother's orders must be carried out!

That was an ancient mythological epic—the last and most brilliant heroic age of Greece.

The image of the hero who shot an arrow across the Mediterranean seems still vivid in my mind.

The time we spent together on that land, as friends and enemies, still feels like a dream even now.

Such heroes—it turns out they weren't just figments of my imagination, but real people.

Achilles still remembers seeing the golden armor peeled from flesh and blood, returning it to his hero.

He is different from all other Greek heroes in this respect...

Since it belongs to a brother, there's no reason to forcibly take it.

Although—but…

That serene smile, however, still makes Achilles tremble with fear whenever he recalls it.

Clearly—I've already acknowledged that you're the man more deserving of the Golden Armor than I am, so why—go to such lengths?

For heroes, everything the strong gain from bullying the weak and the even stronger from bullying the strong is considered a rightful spoil of war.

In that era, on that land, even though Achilles disdained to associate with these people, such phenomena were commonplace.

Let alone borrowed items, even if you forcibly take them, as long as you are powerful enough, no one will think there's anything wrong with it.

Even the gods in the heavens would only praise this strong body and this powerful and radiant strength.

This noble soul of friendship and trustworthiness once led Achilles to believe that it was merely a product of his imagination.

Two memories were simultaneously engraved on the Throne of Heroes. His Spirit Origin told him which one was the true and undeniable memory. However, no matter how hard he searched, he could not sense the presence of that important 'friend' in Valhalla.

The other side was clearly the real one, but the long period of time, so long that Achilles and the others even doubted whether their memories and perceptions were wrong, and whether such a noble hero simply did not exist.

That's right—after all, how could there be such a noble character among the Greek heroes? It would be more reasonable if they didn't exist.

Perhaps they are fantastical heroic spirits created from myths and legends passed down through humankind?

Whenever I think about this, I feel a heart-wrenching pain inside my body, and I can't accept it—of course, I can't accept this fact.

If we are to admit this, then we must also admit that the memory that was so crucial to them, the friend who caused them so much grief and tears—did he never even exist?!

The only thing they couldn't accept was that even the traces of that guy's existence had to be erased.

Although he never called him that during his lifetime, he was a man who could be called the 'big brother' of all the heroes of their time.

In Valhalla, Achilles gazes at the Holy Lance beside his only seat—lost in deep thought and melancholy.

That gun—that treasure—that legend, isn't it proof that you once existed?

He had clearly sensed that the aura of that being had truly appeared in Valhalla before, and it seemed to have even responded to a Holy Grail War that had descended into the mortal world. But now there was no movement. The commotion when Tiamat was summoned a second time also proved that the king truly existed.

The desire to see that person in person was so strong...

but--

"Isn't there anyone who will call me to the battle?" Achilles murmured.

He was a famous hero in mythology, yet he's fallen so low that he doesn't even have anyone to call upon in the Holy Grail War anymore?

Or is it that your artifacts are hard to find in this day and age?

Suddenly—a strong feeling surged into my heart, speak of the devil and he appears!

It's here! Achilles was shaken.

Someone actually summoned me. I wonder if it was the Holy Grail War where 'Big Brother' existed.

Otherwise, he would have had no intention of responding to the summons at all.

Then—after casually sensing what relic the Master on the other side was using to summon him, suddenly—Achilles' body trembled violently, and the hand holding the spear shook.