Sister Rescue Plan

Emiya Shiori was stunned. Matou Sakura didn't seem to have lost her mind at all. If she was the Servant who slaughtered her family, how could she possibly communicate with them normally?

Looking at the bewildered Shiori Emiya, Kirei Kotomine said meaningfully, "All the magicians at the time knew about this. You can ask the Tohsaka family and the Einzbern family, who are the three founding families, for confirmation."

So, does that mean Saber also knew about this?

Emiya Shiori's heart sank into the abyss.

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King Arthur stood guard at the door, his eyes closed, taking in all the sounds around him. If Shiori Emiya was in danger, he could rush to her rescue immediately.

Inside were his former Master's enemies, which made him feel somewhat conflicted.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, the light footsteps approached from afar, small, faint, and—

Familiar with.

Arthur opened his eyes. Three or four meters away from him was a petite little girl with silver hair and red eyes. She wore a purple coat, had a delicate and lovely face, and wore a matching purple hat. She looked like an elf who had stepped out of a fairy tale.

“Ilya—”

A sigh escaped Arthur's throat, his eyes becoming incredibly complex. His gaze, which had been fixed on Ilya, was unfocused, as if he were reminiscing about something.

Really similar.

Another figure appeared in his pupils: snow-white hair, blood-red eyes, gentle and captivating, and—

Unreachable.

Alice—

His lips moved, piecing together her name little by little, but he didn't have the courage to say it aloud, because that name belonged to another man.

"Hi~ Saber." Illya waved to him with a big smile. "I'm so glad you still remember me."

Arthur smiled and responded to her, but suddenly, as if realizing something, his face turned deathly pale.

At this time, arriving here, and still being one of the starter three, there's only one possibility, right?

Arthur's concern wasn't about engaging in battle with Illya. His Master wasn't the type to kill children, not to mention that Illya's father was her adoptive father. He only needed to kill the Servants summoned by Illya. However, the Holy Grail War had ended in failure. Would Illya appear as the Lesser Grail again this time?

Ten years ago, he obeyed that man's orders, step by step, personally leading Irisviel to her doom. Ten years later, would he kill her daughter again? What would be the point of Irisviel's sacrifice?

crunch--

The sound of the door opening startled Arthur from his reverie. Emiya Shiori came out, her head bowed, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Master..."

"Shizhi!"

Arthur's voice was interrupted by Illya, who tilted her head to look at Shiori Emiya, and waved at her with a smile, "Are you also the Master of this Holy Grail War?"

Emiya Shiori looked at the girl not far away with some amazement. Although she was puzzled as to why the girl knew her name, she still responded to her in a friendly manner: "Yes."

“Then—” Ilya snapped her fingers, “don’t die, okay?”

"Gahohohohoho!"

Before Emiya Shiori could figure out what was going on, a roar came from afar and rushed toward them at an extremely fast speed.

It was a towering figure, three or four meters tall, with a head of messy hair, bulging muscles, and wielding an exaggeratedly large blade commensurate with his size. Crimson light emanated from his eyes as he attacked Arthur with ferocious ferocity.

"Master, please take cover." To protect Shiori Emiya behind him, Arthur drew his sword and charged forward. The sword, hidden in the wind, blocked the giant blade. Almost instantly, his body sank down, and the floor beneath his feet cracked like a spider web, revealing the soil beneath the stone slabs.

It is beyond our ability to defeat.

Arthur made a quick judgment: just by blocking one attack, his hand had already been torn open, and if he continued to fight like this, he would eventually give out.

Standing behind the Servant, Illya laughed, as if she had found an interesting toy. A magical aura emanated from her, and a bird formed from pure magical energy took flight, swiftly swooping towards Shiori Emiya:

"Let me play a little longer, my sister."

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The wildly styled blade swung down again, accelerated to a terrifying level by astonishing force, leaving a huge mark on the bluestone floor and sending dirt flying.

Arthur dodged with his sword, looking slightly disheveled, but still handling the situation with ease. On the other hand, Shiori Emiya was in a worse state.

Poor Shiori Emiya had never even fought a single battle, let alone fought a magician. The familiar, made of pure magic, swept past her, and she could only pull out the paper tube she always carried, strengthen it, and barely manage to parry.

But how could she possibly hit such a delicate bird? If Illya hadn't been unwilling to kill, she would be able to see Kiritsugu Emiya, whom she had always longed for.

Having grown up in Einzbern, Illya's sense of good and evil was extremely weak. After all, what did the Holy Grail need good and evil for? In her view, there was nothing wrong with killing, so even though Emiya Shiori was her sister, she still had a lot of fun.

Four birds circled above Shiori Emiya's head, occasionally swooping down to leave a wound on her body, like cats toying with their prey.

Her hands and feet were covered in wounds, and the oozing blood made her clothes sticky.

This can't go on. Arthur, who was distracted by Shiori Emiya's condition, realized that even if Illya showed mercy, she wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

We need to find a way to get rid of this big guy.

Strike Air! (Wind King's Hammer)

A powerful whirlwind was unleashed from his hand, striking the burly follower like a heavy hammer, forcing him to stagger back several steps. The golden, gleaming holy sword appeared in Arthur's hand; it was the Excalibur sword that had been encased in the Wind King's Barrier.

Although the true power of the Holy Sword was sealed by the Thirteen Bindings, it still retained a power comparable to that of a city-level being—the strongest illusion, a sliver of starlight.

A surge of magical power erupted from his body and was gathered into the gleaming holy sword. The burly servant sensed the threat and brandished his great blade, trying to kill Arthur in advance, but it was too late. The dazzling torrent of light instantly engulfed his body.

Excalibur!

Is it resolved?

Arthur watched as the Servant's body began to disintegrate under his Noble Phantasm, but from a certain moment on, the damaged parts of his body began to grow slowly and steadily, as if the light could no longer have any effect.

This is--

Arthur rushed towards Shiori Emiya, but suddenly felt a pang of anxiety and instinctively slashed his holy sword at a certain spot in the air.

Clang!

One arrow was cut down, but the next moment, more arrows came flying.

That was Archer, hidden in the distance.

Arthur's heart sank. That was Rin Tohsaka's Servant; things probably wouldn't end well today.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Another volley of arrows rained down, and a chilling magical power emanated from him, deflecting the arrows' trajectories. He then used his sword to deflect several arrows aimed at him, but an even greater danger came from behind.

The scarlet demonic spear shot out, aiming straight for his kidneys.

It was too late to swing his sword in defense. Arthur twisted his waist with difficulty, the tip of his spear grazing his side, piercing through his armor and leaving a deep wound. Just as he was about to force Cú Chulainn back, Mirai's voice rang out from Cú Chulainn's shoulder:

"Don't resist."

Arthur hesitated for a moment, and in that instant, Cú Chulainn had already bumped into him, raised his hand, and imprinted the pre-prepared telepathic magic mark under his armpit, then withdrew and resumed his confrontational stance.

"Hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"

Inside was the sound of Izayoi Mirai testing her voice. At this moment, Izayoi Mirai was sitting in her warm room, watching the live broadcast of the Heroic Spirit Battle through the camera. Medea was sitting next to her, maintaining the sound transmission magic, with a fruit platter she had just made in front of her.

"Future Lady, please have some." Medea used a bamboo skewer to pick up a small piece of fruit and brought it to Izayoi Mirai's lips. Izayoi Mirai opened her mouth, bit into it, and chewed without any hesitation. After mentally criticizing the decadence and depravity of the bourgeoisie, she swallowed the fruit and then spoke to Rin Tohsaka through her familiar:

"Tohsaka, that blue lancer is also my Servant, so don't accidentally hurt him."

"I understand, thank you." Rin Tohsaka, who had enhanced her vision with magic and was now able to see Arthur's battle, replied. At this moment, she was no longer in the mood to ask why Izayoi Mirai had gained another Servant; the most important thing was to kill that "murderer."

"You're welcome. We're all allies, so if I don't help you, who will?" Izayoi Mirai said with an air of righteous indignation. "You don't mind if my Servant protects Emiya Shiori, do you? After all, she's innocent."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a soft "hmm".

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Izayoi Mirai closed the call with her familiar, activated telepathy, and asked Arthur:

"Didn't I mention Kirei Kotomine to Shiori Emiya this morning? Why did you wait until evening to go over? You should know very well that Rin Tohsaka is going to kill you right now, yet you still dare to wander around."

"Even if she doesn't come out, Tohsaka-san will still make a move, right?" Although Arthur was busy fighting, there was no trace of anxiety in his tone, nor could you hear any resentment towards Emiya Shiori.

"But that way you'll have one less person to deal with."

"Master has to go to school during the day and cook for Fujimura-san after school. Although I can cook, for some reason, one person is not enough."

Arthur's reason was quite compelling, and Izayoi Mirai couldn't refute it at all. After all, Japanese high school students have to attend classes on time while saving the world. However, Old Sword's claim that one person is not enough is probably because of the King's stomach!

"I decided to personally confront Uncle B in order to go to school. Very good and powerful."

"Uncle B? Does that mean this berserk Servant?" Arthur was dealing with Archer and the burly Servant while also being wary of Cú Chulainn's sneak attack and keeping an eye on Shiori Emiya's condition.

"Hercules, a famous hero in Greek mythology, is a Berserker. His Noble Phantasm is The Twelve Trials, which grants him twelve lives and requires twelve methods to kill him."

No wonder, Arthur understood. He finally knew why the man had survived his beam attack. But was it Berserker? What about Matou Sakura? He suddenly remembered that morning when Izayoi Mirai had asked Archer to ambush Gilgamesh together. Weren't he and that red archer both Archers?

It seems that it was left behind by bypassing the Holy Grail through some method.

"I have an agreement with Tohsaka, so I will assist her in killing you. Good luck to you. But don't worry, my Servant will not unleash its Noble Phantasm, and I will also ensure the safety of your Master."

"I am already very grateful, how could I ask for more?" Arthur seemed to have a lot of charisma in his every move, and he remained elegant and polite even at this moment.

At the command of Izayoi Mirai, Cú Chulainn pierced Illya's familiar with a single spear thrust.

Chapter Twenty: I Will Protect Illya!

"Hey, young lady, you can't just play with something so dangerous."

Cú Chulainn slung his spear over his shoulder, speaking in a flippant tone. He embodied a blend of rudeness and boldness, making him a quintessential Celtic warrior.

"Get out of my way!" Ilya was furious at being disturbed. The magic circuits all over her body lit up, and the surging magic power was excessive for a human.

Dozens of birds soared into the sky; these were her familiars created with magic, and they swooped down toward Cú Chulainn.

However, no matter how cunning the prey, it cannot escape the hunter's sharp blade. Under Cú Chulainn's skillful marksmanship, the birds in the air were quickly wiped out.

"Well then, goodbye, young lady."

Cú Chulainn grabbed Shiori Emiya by the back of her collar, as if he were grabbing a goose by the neck, and lifted her up. Shiori struggled in panic, after all, she had almost been killed twice by this guy the day before yesterday.

"Don't move. My Master specifically asked me to protect you."