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"Then... I think it's not good to wear shoes with wet feet."

Irisviel instinctively took a step back.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who would make a girl wear shoes with wet feet."

Akira shook his head.

Then, under the pressure of Saber's holy sword, Akira approached Irisviel and gently held her black-stockinged foot.

The soft, smooth texture of the black stockings made Akira realize that Irisviel's feet were delicate and tender, like a work of art.

Psssh...

Steam rose.

After coming into contact with Akira, the moisture on Irisviel's feet completely evaporated.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, host, for completing a villain quest!]

[Quest Level: Purple]

[Quest Type: Location-based Quest]

[Quest Location: Irisviel's Feet]

[Reward: Divine Foot Technique]

[Divine Foot Technique: A mystical ability from ancient Eastern legends that allows the user to traverse thousands of miles in an instant, turning great distances into mere steps.]

Psssh...

The sound of steam continued to rise.

Irisviel felt strange.

She had initially wanted to resist, but after meeting Akira's gaze and smelling his scent, she found herself unable to move.

The effect of Akira's high-dimensional succubus bloodline was terrifying. It could even make someone fall for him at first sight.

If Irisviel weren't a married woman with strong willpower, her reaction might have been even more embarrassing.

"Alright."

After helping Irisviel put on her boots, Akira slowly stood up.

He was quite satisfied with Irisviel's current state.

After taking Illya away, Akira had once examined her body and discovered that if she were to bear children, her body would suffer greatly.

Illya was like this.

So, would Irisviel be the same?

By holding Irisviel's delicate foot, Akira had already come to a conclusion.

For Irisviel's sake, Akira decided to take things slow.

Illya and Irisviel were only nominally mother and daughter.

In reality, Irisviel was still a pure maiden.

On the other hand, as Akira's hand touched hers, Irisviel felt a warm sensation spread from her feet throughout her body.

Her heart raced, her blood boiled, and waves of warmth surged within her.

She had never felt this way with Kiritsugu.

"Today, I'm just here to fulfill my promise to Illya, to reunite her with you, Irisviel, and to have some fun. That's all."

"I wonder if you have the time, Irisviel?" Akira formally made his request.

"Saber, is it okay?"

Irisviel looked at Saber with期待 eyes.

Even though Irisviel was an artificial human, after being affected by Akira's high-dimensional succubus bloodline, her body had inevitably entered a state more conducive to pregnancy.

In this state, her estrogen and progesterone levels increased, her body temperature rose slightly, and her eggs moved into position for fertilization.

In other words, she was in her ovulation period.

Her feminine charm and maternal instincts would also peak during this time.

Irisviel couldn't possibly show her feminine charm to Akira, but her maternal instincts were in full swing.

"Alright, Irisviel. You and Illya can go have fun. I'll keep an eye on things."

As she spoke, Saber kept a close watch on Akira.

She admitted that Akira was handsome, the kind of handsome that exuded a dangerous charm.

But Saber's instincts told her that this young man named Akira was very dangerous.

If she hadn't sensed that Akira wasn't a Servant, Saber would have already taken action.

However, since Akira wasn't a Servant, had saved Illya, and even freed her from her tragic fate, Saber didn't feel the need to attack him unless he showed hostility.

In fact, because of Akira's kindness toward Illya, Saber even felt a slight fondness toward him.

For Akira's high-dimensional succubus bloodline, once fondness was increased, it would never decrease.

"Mommy!"

Illya excitedly threw herself into Irisviel's arms.

Illya's situation was different from Sakura's.

Sakura had been abandoned, so she naturally held resentment toward her parents.

But Illya's parents had only gone to participate in the Holy Grail War. It wasn't like they weren't coming back.

"Yes! Illya!"

Irisviel hugged Illya tightly, tears streaming down her face.

It was wonderful.

Even if only Illya could escape the fate of becoming a Holy Grail vessel, it was more than enough for Irisviel!

As for herself, she chose to face her fate head-on.

She would help Kiritsugu achieve his dream.

At the mall.

Irisviel and Illya happily ran around, exploring every corner.

Behind them, Akira and Saber acted as their attendants and bag carriers.

The longer Irisviel and Illya shopped, the more bags Akira and Saber had to carry.

Saber, who was usually a graceful beauty, now looked like a pack mule, weighed down by shopping bags.

Illya and her mother were having a great time.

As for Akira, he wasn't idle either.

"Saber, do you know about the 'Multiverse Theory'?"

Saber, who had been given modern knowledge when she was summoned, wasn't ignorant. She was just a bit old-fashioned.

"The Multiverse Theory? I know a little. Are you talking about parallel worlds?"

"Yes, parallel worlds."

"No one knows the exact rules that govern parallel worlds and linear worlds."

"But one thing is certain..."

"Native lifeforms of a world cannot defy the rules of that world."

"Especially when the rules of that world are controlled by specific individuals."

"Unless you defeat or control those individuals, any actions that go against the rules will likely be... forbidden."

Saber narrowed her eyes. She felt like Akira was messing with her.

Was Akira telling her that her wish to change history was impossible?

Although she didn't know how Akira knew about her wish to "change history and save Britain," her instincts told her that he did.

"Mr. Akira, why are you bringing this up?" Saber asked, her lips pursed.

"Why? Because... I'm a weirdo?" Akira replied with a smile.

"You certainly are a weirdo."

In Saber's mind, Akira was indeed a strange person.

Usually, people who gave off this "ancient monster" vibe were old men or witches.

But Akira... he looked like a young man.

Could it be that Akira was an ancient monster disguised as a young man?

Otherwise, how could he so easily take over the Einzbern Castle and solve Illya's problems?

"Mr. Akira, is there any feasible way to defy the rules of the world?" Saber hesitated for a long time before finally asking.

"A feasible way?"

"Just surpass this world, isn't that enough?"

"Mr. Akira, you really do like to joke," Saber said helplessly.

"Then how about this? Become a being from another world and then invade and conquer this one?" Akira proposed another solution.

"Mr. Akira, are you suggesting these fundamentally impossible methods because you think I lack emotional expression and want to make me laugh?"

"Exactly, I do want to make you laugh," Akira replied with a natural smile.

"Mr. Akira, in terms of having a bad personality, you remind me of a certain acquaintance of mine."

Saber's mind flashed to the image of a certain pink-haired magician.

She decided:

The next time she saw him, she'd punch him hard.

After shopping and enjoying various amusement park rides, it was already evening.

When it was time to part, Irisviel's eyes were filled with tears.

"Mr. Akira, I leave Illya in your care."

"Since you were able to solve Illya's physical problems, you must also understand my situation."

"In a few days, I will return to the Holy Grail War."

Irisviel was entrusting her daughter to Akira.

"No! I won't accept it! Why can't Mommy receive treatment from Akira like I did?!"

Illya grabbed Irisviel's clothes, refusing to let go.

"Alright, Illya, don't be stubborn."

"Mommy is doing this to fulfill Kiritsugu's wish, for the sake of world peace," Irisviel said, tears streaming down her face.

"If Kiritsugu's wish requires sacrificing Mommy, then... I'd rather destroy his wish!"

Illya loudly expressed her dissatisfaction.

"Illya, you're still young. You'll understand these things when you're older. You'll understand Kiritsugu's greatness and the meaning of sacrifice."

Irisviel had long since resolved herself to martyrdom for the sake of others.

"Illya, let's go," Akira said, taking Illya's small hand.

"No! Akira! Didn't we agree? We have to save Mommy!" Illya struggled fiercely.

Seeing this, Akira sighed.

"Illya, do you remember our agreement?"

"During the agreed period, you must obey me."

Illya suddenly stopped struggling.

"Okay."

"Illya will listen."

"Mommy... goodbye."

Illya waved her small hand, her face pouting.

Although she was very unhappy, she obediently said goodbye to Irisviel.

Seeing this, Irisviel felt a sense of loss.

This young man named Akira seemed to have a natural talent for dealing with children.

In just two days, he had won Illya's trust.

If he were to get married, he would probably make a great father—Irisviel couldn't help but think.

After Irisviel's figure disappeared, Illya immediately clung to Akira, whispering in his ear.

"Akira, if it really comes down to it, we can force the piece into Mommy's body and separate her from the Holy Grail!"

Illya, while appearing cute and obedient on the surface, was actually quite cunning.

"Alright."

"But before that, we need to do one thing."

"What is it?"

"Obtain evidence that the Holy Grail has been corrupted."

"Only then will Irisviel be willing to accept a new fate."

Illya's spirits lifted, and she clenched her small fist.

To hell with saving the world!

If the world wasn't in danger of destruction, then there was no need for such sacrifices!

Because something with the power to "save the world" likely also had the power to "destroy the world."

Meanwhile, after parting ways with Akira and Illya, Irisviel and Artoria arrived at the docks.

The docks were a place where mana was particularly dense.

A young man wielding a long and short spear emerged from the shadows.

"Today, I've been walking openly in this city."

"But only you have accepted my invitation."

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne extended his spear toward Saber, unable to hide his excitement.

"Such a pure fighting spirit... You must be Saber, right?"

"Indeed."

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Lancer?" Saber wasn't blind. Someone wielding two spears could only be Lancer.

"That's correct. I am Lancer."

"However, I can only tell you my class, not my true name."

"Even though we are about to engage in a life-or-death battle, we cannot reveal our names."

"Fighting under such constraints is truly regrettable."

Diarmuid was a traditional, chivalrous knight.

Unfortunately, his luck was terrible.

"Saber, be careful. Although I can use healing magic to assist you, that's all I can do," Irisviel reminded her.

"Irisviel, leave Lancer to me."

"You should be wary of his Master. While the Servant appears openly, the Master remains hidden. I'm concerned there might be some trick."

Saber raised her hand, revealing the holy sword hidden within the Invisible Air.

"Irisviel, I will bring you victory."

"Yes! Saber, go and claim victory for me!"

"As you wish!"

Saber and Lancer stood facing each other, weapons at the ready.

In an instant—

Boom!

The ground shattered as the holy sword and spear clashed, creating shockwaves in the air.

The first battle of the Holy Grail War had officially begun!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed across the docks.

Saber's sword techniques were typical of Western swordsmanship—powerful yet flexible.

As for Lancer, Saber felt a strange familiarity with his fighting style.

It seemed his techniques were also of European origin.

Although only two Servants were fighting, the audience was quite lively.

Kiritsugu and his assistant, Maiya.

Kayneth and his fiancée, Sola.

Waver and Rider.

Kirei Kotomine and Assassin.

Tokiomi Tohsaka and Archer.

Kariya Matou and Berserker.

Even Ryuunosuke Uryuu and Caster were watching.

Almost everyone was present.

But unlike the original storyline, there was an additional spectator among the crowd.

A golden-haired French village girl stood at a high vantage point, observing the battle below.

Her name was Jeanne d'Arc—Jeanne Alter.

Jeanne had golden hair and blue eyes, her aura pure and holy.

The saintly maiden wore a golden crown and a dark dress, with silver armor protecting her vital areas.

What was curious was that, despite being a historical figure, she wore modern black stockings.

Perhaps this was just the way of the "Type-Moon world."

Jeanne stood high above, watching the battle unfold.

"I was summoned as a Ruler this time, but the situation is quite complicated."

"The Holy Grail has given me a task, and God has given me a revelation. What should I do?"

This was the first time Jeanne had found herself in such a situation.

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