Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 232: [] The New Member of Illya’s Household [2]

London, England, Clock Tower.

This place, based in the British Museum in London, gathers self-proclaimed masters of the long history of magecraft from around the world, as well as ambitious magicians.

Among a thousand people, half give up midway. While this is indeed true... well, dreaming should be free, right?

At least, that's what the man in black, with a cigarette in his mouth, thinks.

Magecraft is a cruel joke played by God, a manifestation of humanity's inherent tendency to classify themselves into hierarchies of superiority and inferiority—well, but since he also uses magecraft, he has no right to criticize.

Walking past gloomy, mysterious, or vibrant groups of students, a killer like him, with an indifferent expression and reeking of the blood of his own kind, is naturally ostracized.

It wasn't until he stepped out of the Clock Tower that the brilliant sunlight and fresh post-rain air made him feel refreshed. He twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to force a smile, and walked toward a café by the street.

His wife, Irisviel, was sitting here waiting for him—but when he entered the café, he found his wife covering her mouth with a smile, sitting across from a boy with white hair and golden eyes, whose appearance felt eerily familiar.

Yes, Shirou had looked quite similar back in the day.

As memories of the child they had adopted warmed his heart, the man's left hand subtly reached for the gun at his side.

This was the Clock Tower.

He didn't believe in coincidences. Someone with that appearance approaching them definitely meant something was up.

Maintaining his guard, he walked to his wife's side and exchanged a glance with the seated boy before speaking, "May I ask..."

"Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel, you two really made me search hard." The boy in black clerical robes, with a cross necklace hanging on his chest, looked up and bluntly revealed their identities. "From the Winter City to Fuyuki City, and finally to the Clock Tower—what, the remnants of the Holy Grail War haven't been cleaned up yet?"

"How do you..." Irisviel's face paled, completely caught off guard by the boy who had just been chatting amiably with her, now revealing an all-knowing attitude. Kiritsugu, on the other hand, shielded his wife with his left hand while his right hand reached into his pocket, not hiding his hostility.

"Who are you? What's your purpose in approaching us?"

Despite the tense atmosphere, the boy's face still wore a relaxed smile, as if the passersby around them were completely unaware of the potential crisis.

"Let me start with the conclusion—though I don't know if you have Origin Bullets in this world, Kiritsugu, without a Servant, the two of you are no match for me."

"Even so, we won't just surrender," Kiritsugu said gravely, about to draw his gun when a figure suddenly appeared before him.

A ninja with black hair tied in a ponytail and an expressionless face pressed a dagger against Kiritsugu's neck, "Don't move."

"Kiritsugu!" Irisviel exclaimed, her hands beginning to weave silver threads, but the boy across from her simply flicked his finger, and her alchemical lifeforms fell still.

"Stop, Madam." Having subdued the two in the blink of an eye, Sakatsuki clapped his hands, "Let's continue our unfinished conversation."

The conditions Sakatsuki proposed were simple: fabricate an identity for him to stay temporarily at Illya's house, and in return, he would protect Illya's safety.

The terms were overly generous for prisoners of war—Irisviel and Kiritsugu were hesitant at first, but under Sakatsuki's "persuasion," they eventually signed this "unequal treaty."

Thus, the scene of Irisviel calling home unfolded.

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"Good day, everyone. I am Sakatsuki, a novice priest from the Holy Church. Pleased to meet you." freewebnøvel.coɱ

In the hall, the members of Illya's household gathered, except for the master and mistress. Standing before them was a boy with white hair and golden eyes, smiling innocently.

"At the invitation of Madam Irisviel, I have come to intrude upon your hospitality. Please forgive me."

"Not at all, we warmly welcome Mr. Sakatsuki's stay." The maid Sella, not forgetting her manners, placed her hands over her abdomen and bowed, "I am Sella, one of the maids of this household, and there's also Liz... Liz? Liz!"

"Guten Tag (German: Good afternoon)." Like a large Persian cat lounging around, the second maid, known as Liz, responded in German.

"Grüß Gott (German: Greetings to God)." Sakatsuki smiled and replied in German as well.

"I feel like I'm a fake German mixed-blood..." Illya was stunned for a long time before reacting, whispering to her brother Shirou.

"Don't look at me... I grew up in Fuyuki from the start." Shirou maintained an awkward yet polite smile, whispering back.

Their whispers naturally didn't escape Sakatsuki's ears. He looked at Illya and Shirou of this world, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

In that other world, he had also met Illya, but that Illya was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, like a handful of snow that would melt in your hands, completely unlike the vibrant child before him, who had grown up in happiness.

For a family plagued by misfortune, ordinary happiness itself is a precious treasure.

However, after the outcome of the Fourth Holy Grail War was changed by him, that Illya would eventually become just as wonderful, right?

Thinking this, Sakatsuki shifted his gaze to Shirou Emiya.

His heart was completely calm.

The influence of the Great Hero had long been removed after obtaining the Holy Grail. Now, he was simply Sakatsuki.

Just like this Shirou, even if his sister became a magical girl, he still grew up as an ordinary high school student, no longer drenched in blood from touching the mysteries.

This was also a good thing.

Pulling back his thoughts, Sakatsuki waved at Illya, who was holding the umbrella, signalling that it was a gift for her. At the same time, he took out some small presents and gave them to Shirou, Sella, and Liz.

With Sakatsuki's methods and the help of his "Rosy-cheeked Youth" skill, he quickly became familiar with the members of Illya's household. Due to his mysterious identity and demeanour far beyond his age, he naturally earned Illya's admiration.

"By the way, what brings you to Fuyuki City, Sakatsuki?" Shirou asked curiously during the conversation.

Hearing this, Sakatsuki gestured to his priestly attire and revealed a "pleased" smile.

"As you can see, I am currently a member of the Fuyuki Church, a messenger spreading the gospel on behalf of the Almighty."

"Wow... that sounds so cool." Illya's eyes sparkled with excitement. For someone her age, anything outside of school would feel fresh and exciting.

As for Sakatsuki looking like he hadn't even graduated from elementary school, that thought had long been driven out of Illya's mind.

Such demeanour, such eloquence... how could he possibly be an elementary school student?

"Everyone, dinner is ready—"

"Oh, coming!"

As the evening lights turned on, Sakatsuki thus experienced his first meal at Illya's house. After dinner, Sakatsuki excused himself, saying he had matters to attend to at the church, and left first.

Stepping out of the house, Sakatsuki looked up at the starlight in the sky... no, at the red and blue flashes of light crisscrossing above. His smile faded, replaced by a somewhat complicated expression.

The two magical girls were fighting in the air—this also meant that the sister the Great Hero had desperately tried to save, the Servant he had summoned in the Holy Grail War, had now arrived in Fuyuki City.

"Danzou, found her?"

"Yes, the target has been located."

"Ensure her safety. Wait for me to arrive."

After a brief exchange, Sakatsuki took a step forward.

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