Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 201: [] Succumbing to the Call of "Sister"

There was no doubt, it was Illya.

After enduring countless hardships and finally reuniting with her daughter, Irisviel's joy was beyond words. She opened her arms and tightly embraced her beloved child.

"Illya, Illya, Mommy's back..."

"Mm, I know. Shirou-nii-chan already told me. Though I don't know why he said he changed his name."

Illya had no idea how difficult it had been for her mother to hold her like this, nor did she understand the complex emotions behind her mother's tears. She simply smiled with innocent joy, which was enough to soothe the weary hearts of her parents.

"However, from another perspective, perhaps it's better that she knows nothing," Sakatsuki leaned against the wall, leisurely enjoying the touching scene of the mother-daughter reunion. "This is the ending I arranged—a girl who grows up surrounded by the love of her father and mother. That is the role Illyasviel von Einzbern is meant to play."

No grand adventures, no heart-pounding thrills. The so-called adventures, while exciting, also carried dangers that Illya's hands should never have to bear.

At least in this world, Illya could find her own small happiness, and her future life would be decided by her own will.

What? You say 'Prisma Illya' is also a happy ending for Illya? That world where she became a side character in two routes and ended up losing herself in the end?

Damn you, Hiroyama! Take my Starlight Breaker!

"Sakatsuki," Kiritsugu Emiya's voice rang out. While Irisviel was immersed in the joy of reuniting with her daughter, he had not been idle. It was then that he discovered a hastily hidden doll in the corner of the workshop.

And this doll looked exactly like Illya.

"What's going on here?" Kiritsugu's voice was filled with anxiety.

"Ah, that?" Sakatsuki drawled, "I thought Illya was so cute that I wanted to take a figurine as a souvenir... Just kidding, Kiritsugu, please put the gun down. I wouldn't do that."

A rapid-fire explanation finally convinced the increasingly doting father to lower his gun. Sakatsuki walked over, lifted the lifeless body, and showed Kiritsugu the chest area, which was covered in magical circuits.

"As you can see, this is Illya's original body, but now it's just a vessel for the Lesser Grail. You don't mind if I take custody of it, do you?" freewёbnoνel.com

"Of course not. We won't have any involvement with magecraft in the future," Kiritsugu replied casually. But as he watched Sakatsuki treasure the body like a prized possession, the cold-hearted magus killer felt an inexplicable unease.

Surely... Sakatsuki wouldn't have "that" kind of idea, right? This is a doll that hasn't even developed secondary sexual characteristics!

On the other side, Irisviel, having finished doting on her daughter, finally calmed down and brought Illya over to greet everyone.

Everyone present was familiar to Illya, and she cheerfully called out to each of them: "Kiritsugu! Maiya! Shirou... Uh, Sakatsuki-nii-chan! And Saber!"

"Wait," Sakatsuki frowned, pointing at Artoria. "Say that again. What's her name?"

"Saber!" Illya raised her hand, completely unaware of the issue.

Seeing Sakatsuki's questioning look, Irisviel smiled awkwardly, while Kiritsugu averted his gaze in embarrassment.

Back then, they had only seen Saber as a necessary tool for the Holy Grail War, and tools only needed to be called by their names. Clearly, Illya had been deeply influenced by her father's minimalist approach.

"Sakatsuki, Servants exist for combat. They don't need any additional titles," even Artoria explained.

"Sigh... Two homunculi, a king from a thousand years ago, and even these two are social outcasts," Sakatsuki shook his head helplessly. "If you want Illya to grow up happily, at least you should understand what a family needs, right?"

The young man crouched down, putting an arm around Illya's shoulders. "Come on, Illya, repeat after me: Maiya-oba-san."

"Mm, Maiya-oba-san!"

"...Uh, good girl?" The black-clad Maiya hesitated, her eyes darting away.

"Don't respond with a question!" Sakatsuki quipped, then turned Illya's attention to the golden-haired King of Knights.

"Next up is this one. Artoria-nee... Just kidding, call her Artoria-nee-chan."

"Not Saber?" Illya muttered, but soon cheered, "Nee-chan! Artoria-nee-chan! Yay, Illya has a nee-chan now!"

"Yes, you have a nee-chan now," Sakatsuki said, looking at the stunned Saber and couldn't help but laugh. "At least respond, Artoria-nee-chan~"

Ah, Artoria-nee-chan...

It was as if Illya had been called "nee-chan" by young Gilgamesh, or as if Lancelot had been called "papa" by Mashu on the pyramid. Artoria clutched her chest, her breathing quickening, her saintly emerald eyes reflecting Sakatsuki's smiling face.

The skill "Rosy-cheeked Youth" had been passively triggered.

Even with her high Magic Resistance, Saber found it hard to resist the young man's charm. Beyond his handsome appearance, his identity was something that held even greater significance for her.

—He was a Knight of the Round Table, bestowed by King Arthur herself, a continuation of the dream of ancient Britain.

Recalling the time she had spent with Sakatsuki, though it paled in comparison to her days on the throne with the Round Table, those small yet shining moments of daily life had indeed left a lasting impression on her.

It was a feeling that the glorious King Arthur had never experienced in her lifetime—a feeling that was beyond the thrill of victory, the bitterness of defeat, the joy of the people's cheers, and the sorrow of betrayal. It was the most ordinary, yet most precious emotion.

The lonely king, standing at the pinnacle, yearned for affection. The phantasmal species, no longer human, longed for continuity.

And before Saber stood a young man who could fulfill all her desires.

Under Sakatsuki's slightly surprised gaze, Saber stepped forward and, with a somewhat awkward motion, gently stroked his hair.

"Yes, I am your nee-chan, Sakatsuki."

Did I accidentally raise her affection too much...? Sakatsuki inwardly grumbled, but still opened his arms. "Well then, how about a farewell hug?"

"You're leaving already?" Saber embraced him without hesitation, her fragrance filling his senses.

"Yeah, I only came here to take something and to handle Illya's situation," Sakatsuki's body stiffened imperceptibly for a moment before relaxing. "But what about you, Saber? What do you plan to do next? Stay here?"

"At first, I did think about staying, at least to protect Irisviel for her lifetime before leaving," as the Red Dragon of Britain, a few decades were but a blink of an eye for Artoria. "But now, my thoughts have changed."

"Changed?"

"Yes," Saber felt Sakatsuki's warmth, but her eyes sharply focused on his shadow, as if something dangerous lurked there. "The fall of Britain is a fact I cannot change, but at the very least, I can protect the future's continuation."

Releasing the embrace, Artoria looked steadily at Sakatsuki, a slightly doting smile on her lips.

"After Irisviel settles down, I too will set out to accomplish certain things."

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