Sister Rescue Plan

After a complex internal struggle that was hard to describe, he decided to take responsibility, with a secret sense of joy in his heart. His sister should agree, right?

"It's a miracle they weren't killed even though they were placed together," Izayoi Mirai thought, stroking her chin, when suddenly it dawned on her—

I didn't feel anything at all. How did I black out when I never drink? Izayoi Mirai thinks she really lost out this time. Should she...?

As the saying goes, "He who possesses a sharp blade will naturally have the will to kill," and Izayoi Mirai's gaze lingered on the two of them, wondering if she should take advantage of their half-asleep state before they started fighting to get a feel for them.

After replaying the scene of being stabbed with a hatchet in her mind, Izayoi Mirai calmed down and decided to get through the current hurdle first, and then deal with the matter of going all out another time when she had the chance.

Izayoi Mirai carefully pulled her arm out of their magnificent bosom, deciding to cook a meal first and think about a solution.

Just as he was about to sit up, he suddenly realized that his feet seemed to be dragging something. When he looked up, he saw a rather petite little girl curled up at the foot of the bed. Her long, silvery-white hair covered most of her body, and her fair skin peeked out from between her hair strands, making her look even more alluring.

Ilya?

Am I really that bad? She's just a child!

Izayoi Mirai falls into deep introspection and begins to doubt her own character.

Although Ilya is actually about eighteen years old, which would qualify her as a legal loli, her size is undeniably too small, inevitably causing Izayoi Mirai to feel guilty.

Human reason and emotion are often at odds. It's like reason telling a pigeon to start writing, otherwise it'll have to stay up all night, but the pigeon is still chatting in the group.

At that moment, something even more terrifying happened: Medea's eyelashes fluttered, and she and Miku Izayoi opened their eyes one after the other.

After their initial confusion dissipated, their eyes met, and then both fell on Izayoi Mirai.

cold.

Yosuke Mirai's mind went blank, and she consciously closed her eyes, peacefully awaiting death.

Good morning, Future/Future.

The imagined storm did not come; instead, they threw themselves into his arms, stirring up his already restless desire.

He opened his eyes in surprise. Both Medea and Miku Izayoi had a languid look on their faces, constantly tempting him, and seemed completely accustomed to the presence of another woman.

This is not normal.

Yuuyo Mirai frowned. Based on his understanding, neither of them seemed like they would accept his philandering nature, let alone get along harmoniously with him now. He must be living in a dream.

A flash of inspiration struck him, but before he could think about it further, Ilya, who was hugging his feet at the foot of the bed, also woke up.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and stood up... Her flat curves were on full display. She looked at Yushou Mirai and revealed a bewitching smile that was completely out of character for her age. She slowly crawled towards Yushou Mirai. Although her figure was so small that it was hard to distinguish between her front and back, she exuded an indescribable allure.

Izayoi Mirai calmed down. The many abnormalities brought her back from her excited state. Without a doubt, this behavior, which was completely contrary to her personality, convinced her that it was all fake.

The fog that had been shrouding his mind dissipated, and he finally remembered that he had been swallowed up by the sudden eruption of black mud just moments before, and that it was all an illusion created by the black mud.

He shook off the entanglement, got out of bed, and found himself some clothes: "Angola Mainyu, give up, I've seen through your tricks."

"What are you talking about?" Suddenly, a person appeared on the bed. She had silver hair and red eyes, delicate features, and exuded a mature aura. She looked very much like Ilya, but was more mature. She held Ilya in her arms. The two similar yet different faces were placed together, which was dazzling.

Don't you like it?

Izayoi Mirai scoffed: "I'll naturally strive for what I like; why indulge in false illusions?"

"If you could really do it, how would you know it's an illusion?" Irisviel smiled seductively. "Isn't it because you think these things are impossible that you know it's an illusion?"

"Besides, why bother distinguishing between truth and falsehood? You've spent your time in the illusion, isn't that real to you?"

Irisviel approached Izayoi Mirai, placing her hand on his shoulder, a faint fragrance wafting over her: "Think about it, here you can do anything you want. What's a harem with just three people? If you want, all the girls in the world will submit to you."

Snapped!

Her head was crushed.

"Sorry, but the thought that you're actually a man makes me feel disgusted." Yushou Mirai flicked the blood off her hands and sneered. "Besides, who knows how long I'd survive in your illusion?"

He hadn't forgotten that his body was still soaking in the black mud, and there were several men eyeing him menacingly nearby.

“I was thinking of making your death easier, but since you don’t appreciate it, then I’ll let you be tortured to death,” Angolan Manuel said angrily, as the surrounding scenery shattered and Yosuke Mirai fell into boundless darkness.

Soon, excruciating pain emanated from every corner of his body, ravaging his nerves as if his entire body had been doused with sulfuric acid. Not only that, but his vision remained completely dark, yet he could still perceive the existence of his own body and control his limbs.

So, is he blind?

He mocked himself, saying that other wild monks get their eyes implanted after they've gone blind, but he went blind after getting his eyes implanted and is still so incompetent, it's really shameful.

If one could see Izayoi Mirai's body at this moment, it would indeed be quite startling.

There wasn't a single good piece of flesh on his body. The flesh of his limbs was corroded beyond recognition, and in some places the bone was exposed. Black marks covered his entire body, as if he had been scorched by fire, and his body was covered with foul-smelling black mud.

“However, there is no better situation than this.” Izayoi Mirai sat cross-legged with difficulty, savoring Sasaki Kojiro’s stunning three sword strikes at the end.

That was not just swordsmanship, but also the realm of Buddhist meditation. Thanks to his demonstration, Youxiao Future, who had been unable to grasp the impure contemplation for so long, finally glimpsed a sliver of its essence.

His hands formed the Samadhi Mudra below his lower abdomen, casting aside all physical pain and entering a state of meditative absorption, where the essence of the contemplation of impurity flowed through his mind:

Observe the various aspects of the body, all its senses and organs, all of which are impure.

In his lower abdomen, the magical power he usually absorbed through breathing meditation began to stir, becoming warm and gradually intensifying. Finally, a cluster of flames ignited and spread throughout his body.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This chapter was written with great restraint because Sister Nanxi said that if it contained any more explicit content, the book would be doomed. But it still contained explicit content. I revised it many times. I hope it doesn't fail.

This volume will end tomorrow.

The voice actor for Tokiomi Tohsaka has passed away.

Chapter 41 The Glowing Gil (344 chapters)

The bright yellow flames, mixed with a hint of red, stood out starkly against the murky black mud. Yosuke Mirai's entire body shone brightly, like a beacon in the night. His muscles and bones were translucent and clear, like pure crystal, gleaming brilliantly under the flames.

The black mud that had seeped into his body was burned to ashes, and the lucky charm on his chest shone brightly, healing the wounds on his body.

What about Medea and the others?

He stood up, flames engulfing his entire body, burning away all the black mud that surged towards him, making him look like a blazing torch.

Medea must be found as soon as possible, as the flames are fueled by her magic. Although she can draw upon the magic from the Great Source through her breathing technique, it only slows down the burning process.

All the surrounding rooms collapsed, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of black mud. Black mud continued to pour down from the sky, forming a cocoon-like structure where it fell, like a heart that was still contracting.

Gilgamesh was standing in front of the cocoon, intently stabbing it with a sword.

Angra Mainyu originally intended to devour Gilgamesh with the black mud and turn it into nourishment for his own growth, but unexpectedly, Gilgamesh was not only not devoured, but also absorbed a lot of magic power from the black mud, and his injuries were healed. Now he was full of energy and began to toy with him.

Izayoi Mirai merely glanced at it. Although she found it strange that she hadn't killed Angra Mainyu, she had more important things to do now.

Strangely enough, the first person he found wasn't Medea, but rather Ilya, who was inside the house. She had been washed out by the black mud, and her body was severely eroded. If it weren't for her unique physique and the fact that Izayoi Mirai had a vivid memory of a certain illusion, he really wouldn't have recognized her.

He grasped Ilya's hand, and the flames within him extended along her arm, cleansing her of the black filth.

Just then, an accident happened.

It's likely that her body has reached its limit. As an artificial human, Illya's body is already weaker than that of a normal person. After being eroded and purified by the black mud, her body could no longer withstand it.

Like a domino that has been touched by an outsider, Ilya's body collapsed into pieces, like charcoal burning in a fire.

The lucky charm on his chest became scalding hot, and nearly a third of his body's magic power was drained. The runes inside shone like stars, as if something had been pulled in.

"System, do you know what's going on?!" Yushou Mirai was somewhat panicked. He only wanted to save people, but now it looked more like he was killing them.

"This young girl's body couldn't take it, so it broke down." The system made a suggestive, yet slightly lewd, remark, sounding quite unhappy.

"Your girlfriend is really good to you; that thing around her neck can even store a soul."

"Wait, you mean—" Izayoi Mirai instantly understood the information contained in the system's words.

Judging from its meaning, it seemed that Ilya's soul was being preserved in this lucky charm. He stroked the lucky charm, which had become warm, knowing that it was an insurance policy set up by Medea for him, so that if he died for some reason, she could use it to resurrect him.

So, could Medea's soul also be stored here?

Izayoi Mirai felt she had found a way to take Medea away for free: "So, if I keep Medea's soul here, can I take it away without spending any points?"

Medea's body is made of magic; she can enter directly if she is willing to relinquish all that magic.

"Yes." The system gritted its teeth and affirmed Yushou Mirai's idea, its heart bleeding, like Scrooge watching someone take away a large piece of its gold.

Yoruichi accelerated her search for Medea, as performing such a magic trick would require a considerable amount of magical power, and it would be awkward if she didn't have enough magic power at the last minute.

Finally, he found Medea not far away. Medea was also deeply immersed in the illusion, her expression changing constantly, not like she was having any pleasant experience.

The orange-yellow flames fell upon her, the black mud rapidly receded, and Medea's body gradually became transparent—

If she had arrived any later, she would have returned to the Throne of Heroes.

Medea opened her eyes and found herself lying in Izayoi Mirai's arms. All the illusions in the dream dissipated, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Future Lady, you are radiant." She smiled, her eyes crinkling. Youxiao Mirai was already beautiful, and under the clear flames, she shone even more brightly, appearing even more ethereal.

“This is not the time to talk about these things.” Mirai Izayoi’s tone was somewhat urgent. “Medea, hide in the lucky charm, I will take you away.”

“Okay.” Although she didn’t think Izayoi could resist the call of the Throne of Heroes in the future, Medea immediately agreed. There was also a sliver of hope in her heart. What if she really succeeded?

“My Lady of the Future, is your magic power running low?” Medea smiled and leaned closer to Mirai’s face. “You usually replenish my magic, but today I will replenish yours.”

She kissed Izayoi Mirai, and a surge of magic poured out, her body rapidly becoming transparent.

Yosuke Mirai used her breathing technique to draw the surging magical power into her lower abdomen, where the magical power rapidly grew stronger, and the flames became even brighter.

Suddenly, the flow of magic stopped, and Medea's figure vanished from my arms.

As Izayoi walked out of Ryudouji Temple, she needed Arthur's help to defeat either Gilgamesh or Angra Mainyu. Angra Mainyu, in particular, was able to break the thirteen restraints of Arthur's Noble Phantasm, making him seem like Siegfried's dragon form, completely countered.

"Yushou, what's going on?" Just as I stepped out of the gate of Ryudou Temple, I saw Arthur walking towards me, followed by Emiya Shiori and... Mordred?

Upon seeing Izayoi Mirai, all three of them had strange expressions. Emiya Shiori immediately hid behind Arthur, Mordred looked Izayoi Mirai up and down and couldn't help but burst into laughter, while Arthur looked somewhat troubled: "But what happened, Izayoi, you should put your clothes on first."

???

Only then did Izayoi realize that her clothes had been completely corroded by the black mud. Because of the flames, she didn't feel cold at all. However, the outward effect was that Gil was glowing.

He quickly took out a set of clothes from his personal space and put them on. The shame of running around naked made his hand speed exceed its peak.

"You're quite an interesting guy." Mordred patted Izayoi Mirai's shoulder forcefully, his posture bold and magnanimous. As expected of someone who had been on the battlefield, he was much better than Emiya Shiori, who still dared not look him in the eye.

Arthur then learned more about the specifics of Ryudoji Temple.