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　【Ilya】shaked her head vigorously in his arms, gently nuzzling him:

　"Hmm, it's okay, I have lots of older brothers and sisters now."

　"Ah, then...that's good."

　The middle-aged man's hoarse voice was full of relief and healing.

　"Swipe!"

　Just then, several cold glints suddenly flashed from the courtyard!

　A deadly throwing knife was aimed directly at the two of them!

　"Be careful."

　Upon hearing this voice, "Emiya Kiritsugu" immediately looked up, raised his left hand, and stood in front of the two.

　"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

　The throwing knife pierced his arm and became firmly stuck inside.

　Blood flowed.

　The phantom of "Emiya Kiritsugu" disappeared, and a panting green-clad boy appeared.

　Kazuma Sato's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

　The throwing knife almost pierced his arm.

　He used all his strength to keep it inside his arm, preventing it from hurting the girl in his arms.

　"?!"

　[Ilya] was stunned at first, looking at the wound and blood on the boy's arm, and his extremely painful expression.

　She turned her head instantly, looking at the figure in the darkness, her pupils burning.

　—Extreme hatred and loathing.

　The silver strands of hair fell off automatically, transforming into silver sparrows and silver swords, which shot towards the attackers!

　"Boom boom boom!"

　Several explosions were heard inside the room, forcing the figures in the shadows to jump out and land not far from the two.

　The black-clad assassin wearing a skull mask was tilting his head and looking at them.

　Behind him, a short, hunched old man with a twisted skull, leaning on a cane, gave a sinister laugh.

　"I thought that man had really come back to life, and I was startled. It turned out to be just an illusion."

　Zouken Matou glanced at Illya in Kazuma Sato's arms, his eyes revealing a greedy, insect-like look.

　He looked up at Sato Kazuma's face again, his seemingly cold and disdainful pupils hiding a deep sense of fear, and he snorted coldly.

　"Hmph, an evil outsider."

　Zouken Matou's body gradually collapsed, turning into insects that scattered and disappeared, leaving only his voice behind.

　"Assassin, this is your responsibility."

　[Cursed Arm Hassan] lowers his head and touches his chest.

　"Yes, as you wish."

　The next moment, he accelerated and came running!

　With speeds that surpass those of humans.

　"Damn it! Another Servant!"

　Kazuma Sato had completely lost sensation in his left arm. He tried his best to use his crippled hand to protect Illya in his arms, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

　As an archer, what can he do after losing an arm?

　Such a serious injury requires time to treat, and there's no time to save it!

　"Don't even think about coming over here!"

　[Ilya] reached out and manipulated the silver threads to fill the space in which the assassins advanced, while simultaneously summoning a silver familiar.

　"brush!"

　【Cursed Arm Hassan】severed the silver thread in front of him with ease, simply by holding a dagger.

　"Boom boom boom!"

　After several more maneuvers, he dodged the bombardment from the silver-threaded familiar.

　"Hmph, even the assassin, who is the weakest in terms of direct combat ability among the followers, is not someone that a human magician can fight against."

　On a rooftop in the distance.

　【Matou Zouken】watched this place with a cold eye.

　"Sniper."

　An arrow came.

　Hassan the Cursed Arm's pupils contracted slightly as the arrow was aimed directly at them, causing them to dilate rapidly. There was no way to dodge it!

　He quickly spoke in a low voice, reciting the incantation.

　But just as it was about to hit, an invisible wave deflected the arrow.

　"What terrifying archery skills."

　[Cursed Arm Hassan] stopped in his tracks and stood still.

　He looked at the green-clad boy not far away, who was biting the bowstring with his teeth and firing an arrow.

　"But unfortunately, for people like us who make a living in the desert, this instinct becomes a blessing after we become heroic spirits."

　He pressed his withered, slender index finger against his slightly trembling temple beneath the skull mask.

　"Praying for protection from the calamities of the demon god is called the 'Blessing from the Wind,' which is originally intended for survival in sandstorms and typhoons. Using it to deflect arrows... is a bit of a waste."

　Kazuma Sato's eyes were sharp, and his lips and teeth were covered in bright red blood from the bowstring cuts.

　Does someone like that even deserve to be a Heroic Spirit?

　This world is so absurd!

　He was angry for only a moment, then calmed down; anger solves nothing.

　clam down.

　Think quickly, what else can I do? What else do I have...?

　In an instant.

　A last glimmer of hope ignited in Kazuma Sato's eyes as he looked behind him into the storage room.

　He looked down and said to the girl in his arms:

　"Ilya, could you please escort us to that room?"

　"Remember, it's us together."

　[Ilya] didn't speak, but grabbed another handful of her silver hair and glared fiercely at the person opposite her.

　But the fact that he was already standing on tiptoe told Kazuma Sato the answer.

　With his intact right hand, Kazuma Sato lifted Illya up by the waist and ran forward, while simultaneously using his last Command Spell to heal his left hand.

　"A cornered beast will fight, but it's a pointless struggle."

　[Jian Tong Zang Yan] let out a few cold laughs.

　"Boom boom boom."

　The artificial heart inside Ilya beats continuously, supplying a massive amount of magical energy.

　Since it cannot cause fatal damage.

　Then believe what he says.

　Use bombing to stop this damned servant!

　How dare they! How dare they!

　The anger in Ilya's eyes had reached its peak.

　How dare they ruin such a "reunion"! How dare they hurt him!

　"This is a bit difficult."

　【Cursed Arm Hassan】was temporarily unable to advance due to the dense bombardment of familiars, and he looked up at the rooftop not far away.

　"Master, what should we do?"

　Zouken Matou fixed his gaze on the two of them and let out a cold snort.

　"Hmph, using magic like this, even the Lesser Grail won't last long; it will soon lose all self-awareness."

　"There's no need to take too many risks; just keep putting pressure on them and forcing them to comply."

　"Yes."

　Kazuma Sato went to the Emiya family's storage room, took out the gold key card he had prepared, and aimed it at the door lock.

　[Use the Emiya Residence Storage Room Key Card?]

　[Durability: 20/20]

　"use!"

　[Activated.]

　The iron door to the storage room opened with a click.

　Kazuma Sato ignored the other clues and ran into the room with Illya in his arms.

　He was extremely anxious, but still maintained his last shred of rationality and searched rapidly.

　What props are there?

　He glanced at all the tool racks, where a pink, seven-petaled shield stood quietly in the most conspicuous place.

　A shield alone won't be enough to deal with that kind of monster!

　Kazuma Sato's forehead was covered in sweat, but what was even more dangerous was Ilya in his arms!

　Her forehead was starting to burn; the excessive use of such a huge amount of magic had caused her neural circuits to overheat severely, and her consciousness was... gradually becoming blurred!

　If we continue to overdraw our resources like this...

　She will likely lose all consciousness and become a vegetable!

　"Stop!"

　Kazuma Sato spoke anxiously, gently grasping Illya's shoulder.

　"I don't want you to die!"

　[Ilya] had dense crimson magic circuits appear on her face, her heart aching, but this time she did not listen to him.

　"call out!"

　Another throwing knife came from outside the door, aimed straight at her chest.

　"!"

　The silver threads, woven into a dense net, negated most of the damage.

　But the impact of the blade sent her flying and crashing into the shelf behind her, scattering countless items all over the ground.

　[Cursed Arm Hassan] charged straight toward the door!

　Without any hesitation, Kazuma Sato immediately ran over, ready to take the petal shield from the shelf.

　But humans are not as fast as Servants.

　The Cursed Arm has arrived at the door!

　Is it over?!

　The assassin moved with terrifying speed, like a bullet, toward the doorway, preparing to enter the room.