In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

If only I could see Mordred as a child again.

What would she look like jumping on this bed?

It should be cute, right?

Altria completely understood what Irisviel saw.

but--

This understanding did not last long.

Because Irisviel quickly asked about Altria beside her without showing any emotion.

"Saber, isn't Illya cute like this?"

"..."

Altria didn't really want to lie to this good-tempered acting Master.

She nodded and responded to the other party's question.

"Yeah, it's really cute."

"That's good." Irisviel breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you would be very angry at her behavior at your age."

"After all, this looks like what everyone calls a naughty child, right?"

"..."

"Maybe." Altria's eyes swept over Illya, "But I believe that if she is educated properly, she will definitely become an outstanding person in the future."

"Become an excellent person in the future?"

Irisviel's expression became complicated, with a feeling of sadness, but there was also a vague yearning for Altria's words.

"I also hope that her situation will be as you wish."

“Saber, do you know?”

"Kiritsugu promised me that if we can win this Holy Grail War, Illya will be able to live a good life."

"It's the kind of ordinary life where I communicate with the people around me and get happiness from it."

"Doesn't this sound great?"

"..."

Altria thought for a moment, then nodded.

"It is indeed the case."

"After all, many things are not as meaningful as people think... especially some things that seem to bring status."

"The truth is in the ordinary."

“I didn’t understand this truth until today.”

"But..." Altria smiled bitterly, "It seems a little late."

"Nothing."

The image of Altria was reflected in Irisviel's eyes.

"As long as you realize it, it's never too late."

"There are many people who still don't understand what they are pursuing and what they really want."

"I think you are already better than them if you can think this through clearly~"

"If you think about it this way, you are indeed the former king of Britain."

"but--"

Irisviel held Altria's hand.

"Although my orders have no binding effect on you."

"But if I may--"

"Can you please try your best for Illya?"

“It’s as it should be.”

Altria answered without hesitation.

"I will definitely fight with all my strength to give you the best chance of victory."

There was a hint of joy in Irisviel's eyes.

For her, agreeing to let Illya come here from her family thousands of miles away was indeed the right choice.

And Altria's promise was a response to this choice.

But just when Irisviel wanted to say more, she seemed to suddenly sense something and looked outside the door.

"Sorry, Kiritsugu was looking for me."

"Saber, can you help take care of Illya?"

"no problem."

After everything was arranged, Irisviel immediately left the room.

After walking along a long corridor, she saw her husband, Emiya Kiritsugu.

“Kiritsugu, what’s wrong?” Irisviel asked with a smile, “Why are you calling me so urgently?”

"..."

Emiya Kiritsugu let out a light breath, looking as if he had made up his mind.

"Ellie, I have to go."

"..."

The moment she heard this, Irisviel's eyes looked a little lost.

But she did not blame Emiya Kiritsugu, but asked with a little hope.

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

"Illya...she just came here not long ago, right?"

“I want to stay, too.”

Emiya Kiritsugu turned around, and his eyes as dark as the night were filled with a bit more determination.

"But like I said before, I have to go back to Fuyuki City early."

"otherwise--"

"Then someone else might get the upper hand."

"..."

"..."

Silence, then staring at each other.

Irisviel was acutely aware of her husband's abnormality.

"Kiritsugu, do you have anything else to say?"

"If you have any, please say it all at once."

"Ellie."

Emiya Kiritsugu reached out and gently stroked his wife's snow-white hair.

"I want you to take Saber with you."

"..."

Irisviel’s eyes blossomed like flowers in an instant.

But she soon realized that her husband did not make this request for no reason.

After thinking about it, she had the answer.

"Kiritsugu, do you want me and her to cooperate with your actions?"

Perhaps knowing that he couldn't hide it, or perhaps thinking that there was no need to hide it from Irisviel, Emiya Kiritsugu nodded.

"Yes."

"The Holy Grail War cannot be separated from the presence of Servants."

"I plan to have you carry out activities under my identity from the beginning... This way, I won't be so noticeable."

“That’s what I think.”

Irisviel sighed, then supported her waist with both hands and responded energetically.

"I understand."

"I will take Saber and you away - but what about Illya?"

"If we all leave, there will be no one here to take care of her, right?"

"You can rest assured about this." Emiya Kiritsugu held Irisviel's hand, "I have already contacted your family."

"They...will send someone to live with Illya."

"So don't worry about her life."

“Is that so?” Irisviel nodded, “Then I feel relieved.”

"But we may have to leave secretly... otherwise, Illya will definitely cry her heart out."

"Well, it's up to you."

A rare moment of warmth appeared in Emiya Kiritsugu's cold eyes.

"Thank you, Ellie."

"I thought you would be very resistant to doing this."

“What are you talking about?” Irisviel hugged Emiya Kiritsugu.

"I already said it on the day of our wedding."

"No matter what, I will definitely support you firmly - I'm not kidding!"

at the same time.

Inside Irisviel's room.

Standing beside the bed, Altria was looking at Illya who was still jumping on the bed with a happy look on her face.

of course.

The image she saw was not Illya, but Mordred.

Although she was not her and Ian's biological child, Altria never neglected her once.

The feeling of taking care of a child is a rare experience in a girl's life.

Although it is indeed hard work, I have a very solid sense of happiness.

It is a treasure that can only be obtained by a "human". Even the "king"'s treasure house that houses all kinds of artifacts does not have it.

Apart from the years of secret meetings with Ian that are most treasured in her memory, this is the time that Altria loves most.

By the way——

What would it be like if there was a chance to have a child for Ian in the future?

If he were a boy, he would probably be as brave and hardworking as him, right?

As for girls, don’t be as plain as yourself. Dress up beautifully like Morgan, and he will definitely like you more.

But in that case, it seems that he must first change his bad habit of drinking in that place.

How can I make him like the normal posture?

A night raid or something like that might be a good idea?

Altria's post-marriage fantasies became so intense that she didn't notice that Illya had stopped in bed.