Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

But Irisviel smiled very happily.

"Because this is war!"

"Remember, in this war where your life is at stake, you can't even trust me!"

"Mom is bad, I will never talk to you again!"

Illya turned around angrily and walked directly towards the referee's table, announcing that she was on the side of the referee team.

——She had long coveted Sakura Tousaka's Christmas hat and hoped that she could become Santa Claus herself.

Irisviel kept smiling the whole time - after Illya put on the red Santa hat, she even took the initiative to wave to her daughter.

【Points Change:】

[Lancer Group: 1 point]

Berserker Group: 7 points

Now, Shirataki is also ranked first (tied).

"does it worth?"

Shirataki didn't care about his own ranking—but he cared a lot about Irisviel's choice.

887 "It's just a game. Isn't it good to make her happy?"

Shirataki said with some pity.

Don't be fooled by his violent and violent appearance. But in fact, he is very caring towards children like Illya.

——Although sometimes she is indeed very annoying, making Shirataki want to spray dragon breath in her face.

In response to Shirataki's question, Irisviel simply smiled.

"I also hope this is just a game."

“I hope she can always be so happy.”

"But...if this is really the last game I can play with her, I still hope she ends up crying."

"At least this way, she will be more impressed."

It's daylight again.

—After the match, Nero withdrew her Noble Phantasm, causing the surroundings to transform back into the scenery of Fuyuki City.

The long night finally ended and the sun rose the next day.

And looking at her daughter's back as she left, and the look that Artoria turned her head quietly and showed her, saying "Don't worry, I will take care of this child for the time being."

Irisviel patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go too."

Chapter 123: Check and kill two prophets!

the next morning.

Einzbern Castle, on the outskirts of Fuyuki City.

Irisviel, who had been busy all night yesterday, was still soundly asleep.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu got up early and, together with his assistant named Hisau Maiya, made the final improvements to a pile of bombs.

Shirataki looked at their "diligent" appearance and silently admired the professionalism of these magician killers.

"I really don't know how you managed to get these things through customs."

"You're planning on blowing up the entire city of Fuyuki, right?"

"No, these bombs are only enough to demolish three buildings the size of the Einzbern Castle."

"..."

——Shirataki hates men like Emiya Kiritsugu who have no sense of humor.

So, out of a little "revenge" mentality, Shirataki prepared to tell him a "good news".

"Wow, that's pretty spectacular."

"However, if you truly intend to use the Holy Grail to fulfill your wish to 'save everyone', then I suggest you simply bury these bombs in the underground spiritual veins of Fuyuki City and destroy that spiritual vein along with the Greater Holy Grail system that relies on it."

"Believe me, if you really do this, your achievements will at least make you the chosen one by Alaya as a [Guardian]. You will not only save the world, but at the very least, you will be a messenger of justice who saved this country!"

Shirataki whistled and said something in a seemingly inappropriate tone that couldn't be more true.

——If Emiya Kiritsugu really did this, then he would be the greatest contributor to eliminating the "evil of this world."

Emiya Kiritsugu suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He raised his head and looked into Shirataki's eyes. A hint of doubt flashed in his dark pupils—but then it was replaced by a greater sense of absurdity and a sense of helplessness and panic.

"You mean... there's a problem with the Holy Grail system?"

"Haven't you already guessed this, Messenger of Justice?"

"..."

Emiya Kiritsugu had indeed long seen that something was wrong with this Holy Grail War.

—Through the judge of the Holy Church, Jeanne Lily.

Although he didn't know what Lily was, there was probably no one in this world who didn't know the name Joan of Arc, right?

The saint of the Cathedral Church and the most famous saint.

And now, this saint would unexpectedly descend into this Holy Grail War in such a form and take on the thankless position of "referee".

Even if he used his toes to think, Kiritsugu Emiya could understand that there must be a big problem in this Holy Grail War - at the very least, it was a serious conspiracy that would affect the lives of many people, so serious that even a saint like Jeanne d'Arc could not stand it!

Otherwise, why would the Saint of the Holy Church show up in this remote coastal town for the safety of just seven magicians?

"Ah, it's not a big deal, actually. It's just that [all the evil in the world] has been gathered together due to Einzbern's previous confusing operations."

"So, are you ready to fight and even sacrifice your own ideals to protect this world?"

"Or, you can choose to throw yourself into the arms of the evil of this world—other than the noise being a little noisy, it's really no big deal."

Shirataki pointed to his ear and said with a smile.

……

Xindu District, Dongmu Hotel.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the young magician named Webber Velvet slowly opened his eyes.

He staggered into the bathroom to wash up, and then went to the next room while yawning.

Caster, Rider, and his teacher, Kenneth El-Melloi, were already sitting here waiting for him.

"You're too late, young dark-haired fellow!"

King Iskandar of Conquerors laughed so loudly that his voice could have lifted the ceiling.

"Sorry, sorry."

Weber apologized profusely and quickly took a seat—then turned his head to the window and began to watch the sparrows hopping back and forth on the branches and wires with boredom.

He didn't even include himself in this war meeting.

He couldn't speak, nor did he feel he had the right to speak. He just had to listen to the final arrangements - wasn't that what a magician's assistant did?

However, it happened at this time.

"Mr. Webber Velvet."

"is teacher!"

Hearing Kenneth's roll call, Waver stood up from his chair almost subconsciously. Then he suddenly realized that this wasn't the El-Melloi classroom, but the combat meeting room.

He sat down again in dismay.

However, Kenneth did not take his "out-of-line" behavior seriously.

"What do you think? Should we visit the Tohsaka family? And how should we visit the Tohsaka family?"

Is this a question? A test? Or is it a genuine attempt to get his opinion?

Waver's brain raced, and he stammered in response:

"Maybe... I should... After all, those are the rules set by the referee... It's to our benefit to follow the rules."

"As for the visit... I think it would be better to visit as a participant in the Holy Grail War... If I come in the name of the Clock Tower or El-Melloi... it might come across as overbearing... I can't create enemies pointlessly..."

The young magician's answer was difficult, but he finally managed to fully express his thoughts.

Kenneth nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, Mr. Webber Velvet."

"Would you be willing to buy me some gifts? As a greeting gift for my visit?"

"is teacher!"

"Rider, please look after this child for a while. Although it's a little unlikely, it would be helpful if we encounter an enemy Servant."

Kenneth smiled and watched the two leave.

And when he was sure that the two had gone far away and would definitely not come back within the time limit—

"Okay, you can tell me the real battle plans now, Mr. Zhuge Kongming."

The genius patriarch of the El-Melloi family turned around and looked at the middle-aged magician who was smoking in front of him with a very solemn look, and asked Han word by word.

"Or should I call you——"

"El-Melloi II?"

Chapter 124: Illya: Have I become a meal replacement?

Kenneth had actually been suspicious of this heroic spirit for a long time.

——Especially when he learned that this Heroic Spirit was able to guide Weber Velvet to complete the repair work on the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid without having seen it at all, his suspicion of this Heroic Spirit reached its peak.

"The legendary Zhuge Kongming was indeed a genius—but no matter how talented he was, there was no way he could use our El-Melloi technology to repair our El-Melloi family's things, right?"

The young talented magician stared at the black-haired middle-aged man in front of him with a burning gaze.

"I know you're trying hard to hide yourself, and you're doing a good job. But there are some habits you can't change, and some ways of handling magical materials cannot be known to anyone except El-Melloi."

"For example, you're used to using tin powder to stagnate the flow of magic in mercury. I'm guessing you've read my book, 'Analysis and Application of the Magical Properties of Basic Minerals,' right?"

Kenneth said proudly.

That was just one of his many "genius inventions," and it was a trivial matter not worth mentioning. But when he saw that someone actually performed magic experiments according to the method described in the unpublished manuscript, he still felt a sense of satisfaction.

But soon, his sense of satisfaction was replaced by another greater sense of frustration.

Because he had realized that the Caster in front of him was only using the "little tricks" he had discovered - but the truly core and valuable things, that is, the "secret magic" passed down from generation to generation by the El-Melloi family, this magician had not shown any of them.

Is it that he doesn't want to use it?

No, it is not.

He didn't look like he "didn't want to use it" at all, but rather looked like he "couldn't use it" - he couldn't fake it.

In other words, the El-Melloi family's inheritance is in serious trouble with this magician.

The ancestral magic seal is gone! The ancestral secret magic is also lost!

All he had was the empty name of [El-Melloi].

And this Caster seemed to have a close relationship with Waver.

Is it his son or grandson?

Kenneth slumped in his chair somewhat helplessly - this was the first time that the proud and elegant Clock Tower monarch showed such an attitude in front of "outsiders".

and so--