FATE: As Illya, I was summoned by Kotomine Kirei?!

Chapter 27: The enthusiastic and cheerful young man, Ryuunosuke Uryuu

Commercial Street, Bay.

"Iri, they've already left. Illyasviel is still in Germany. That's really not Illyasviel. And your reaction just now was really weird. You always called her 'Illya' at home before, instead of calling her 'good daughter' in a good tone. Don't you realize that something is wrong?"

As night fell, the sea breeze blew through the port of Fuyuki City, and the seascape with the setting sun was breathtakingly beautiful. However, the blonde girl, who had just brought Irisviel out from under the condemnation of the crowd, was in no mood to appreciate this rare beauty.

Irisviel was very strange just now, whether it was because she mistook the little girl who made her feel a little uncomfortable as Illyasviel or because of Irisviel who seemed to be possessed.

If the little girl hadn't retreated in panic, she would have even wanted to separate the two by force.

"But that was really Illyasviel..." Irisviel's tone sounded aggrieved.

She also knew that her beloved daughter was still in Germany, and it was impossible for her to arrive in Fuyuki City at the same time as them. However, rationality was one thing, and emotion was another. In her eyes, the little girl was Illyasviel, not just in appearance, but also with an indescribable sense of familiarity.

She didn't know how to explain that familiar feeling; it just made her feel distressed.

It's not the kind of heartache you feel when the other person cries, but the kind of heartache felt from the moment you see the other person.

It was just like when a mother sees her child coming home exhausted from a journey—she can easily sense that her child has suffered a lot while away, and will subconsciously feel sad.

As for the issue of address, she herself was not quite clear. From the moment the little girl said, "You look like my mother. Have you seen my mother?" she seemed to subconsciously call herself the other party's mother. It was also contrary to her usual personality that she called the other party "good daughter" instead of "Illya"

'Hmm... Not convinced?'

'Still unhappy?'

She didn't quite understand how she felt at that time, and the little girl showed her emotion of not knowing her.

She subconsciously called the other party a good daughter and took on the identity of a mother.

The depth of these two identities is even greater than the names Illyasviel and Irisviel.

Compared to their respective names, she seemed to be more like a daughter and a mother.

"But she's really not Illyasviel, Iri. Have you been put under a hint? My intuition skills only detected a slight incongruity in that little girl. She doesn't have the childlike innocence of Illyasviel at all."

"It's not incongruous! It's just mature!" Irisviel puffed up her cheeks, disagreeing with what the blonde girl said. She didn't feel any danger from Miss Illyasviel.

"Saber, didn't you feel it? Illyasviel was very scared, very scared. She was shaking when I held her. I'm sure I haven't been subjected to suggestion magecraft. Ordinary suggestion magecraft doesn't have much effect on me, so I think what I felt was real."

'Fear?'

'Um, Iri, let's be reasonable. Even if she was really scared, shouldn't she be afraid of you?'

Assuming that she really was just a little girl who was unfortunately separated from her parents on the commercial street, it would be a problem if you just picked her up and took her home and she wasn't scared, right?

But in fact, what Irisviel said was not wrong. Suggestion magecraft was not very effective against Einzbern's Homunculus. Even Miss Illyasviel's skills were greatly weakened. From the beginning to the end, she could not even trigger special attacks against humans.

The blonde girl felt helpless. She really didn't understand much about emotions. For example, she didn't understand why Mordred rebelled, even though she had a good impression of the knight.

"Yes, yes, my princess. Then what do you think the little princess who looks so much like Illyasviel is afraid of?"

Hearing this, Irisviel was silent for a moment, seemingly stumped by the blonde girl's question.

When the blonde girl saw this, she became somewhat certain that the other party might have been affected by a magecraft suggestion, and that the little girl might have had a mystic code on her.

It was likely a disposable mystic code that vanished after use, making it difficult to detect afterward.

"Let's go, Iri, you're tired today. Let's return early..."

"She's afraid of being forgotten."

"? "

"Well, I'm not sure, but when I was holding her, I felt something strange in my heart. I sensed that she was afraid of being forgotten by people."

Irisviel rubbed her little head uncertainly, her brows slightly furrowed, looking somewhat dazed.

The blonde girl blinked. Between them, who was more intuitive?

How come she hadn't realized the lost little girl might harbor such a fear?

A student girl appearing less than ten years old, afraid of being forgotten—wasn't that far-fetched? Even a Heroic Spirit wouldn't likely hold such a fear. Could this little one already be a philosopher?

"Actually, I don't know how to put it. The moment I saw her, I just wanted to hug and cuddle her."

'Hey, hey, hey! That sounded a lot like bewitchment!'

Unable to help but complain inwardly, the blonde girl found herself unsure how to advise Irisviel. Emotional issues were not her forte—whether it was the fall of her kingdom or Mordred's rebellion. She lacked understanding in such matters.

While contemplating, a sudden surge of chaotic fighting spirit swept over from the docks, spreading across the commercial street as though searching for a worthy opponent.

Sensing this fierce energy, the blonde girl's hair stood on end. Irisviel seemed to notice it too, shifting focus from Miss Illyasviel's earlier episode. She nodded toward her.

.........

"Assassin, there's trouble at the Fuyuki docks. A Heroic Spirit appears to be challenging you. If interested, you should go at once... What?"

"You mean you confirmed that the Einzbern family had a Homunculus masquerading as a Master, intending to bait others, and also discovered an unregistered Master overlooked by the Holy Church? This all happened during a single afternoon outing?"

In the basement of Fuyuki's Cathedral Church, Kotomine Kirei adjusted his Black Keys attire.

Upon learning of the dock situation, Kotomine Kirei closed his eyes, connecting to his Servant's perspective. The surprising news unfolded before him.

Had his Servant really unraveled the Einzbern family's ploy in one afternoon?

Additionally, a seventh mysterious Master, unregistered by the Cathedral Church, was identified. Although Assassin-class Servants excel at intelligence gathering, Illyasviel's speed seems ridiculous. Within just a few hours, she had mapped out critical developments regarding the Holy Grail War's participants.

Assassin truly lived up to its name.

"Well, the Einzbern situation is clear—Emiya Kiritsugu likely lurks in the shadows, using a Homunculus as bait. For the seventh Master, search 'Ryuunosuke Uryuu.' I marked him, recognizing a Command Seal pattern on his hand. But given the crowd, I couldn't engage immediately."

Miss Illyasviel wasn't the only helpful soul who guided the girl to safety.

Other concerned citizens followed to ensure Miss Illyasviel safely reached the police station.

In such a crowded commercial street, killing openly would draw witnesses, triggering swift Church intervention—and bounties.

Surface society adheres to legal governance; magi society, by contrast, remains under the Holy Church's order.

"But don't worry, Master. He didn't see through my disguise. I've left a tracking mark on him. Likely, he's targeted me instead~"

Miss Illyasviel's mischievous tone hinted at her intent. Her delayed response had a second cause—she sensed malice and bloodlust from Ryuunosuke Uryuu, likely drawn by her ability to perceive the world's evils.

"I'll verify this immediately. If he's truly Caster's Master, remaining in Fuyuki ensures he's under constant Church observation."

With a confirmed name, verification would be straightforward. Kotomine Kirei donned a cross necklace and exited the basement. He anticipated Tohsaka Tokiomi's reaction upon realizing the truth.

"By the way, Assassin, why's it so bright? Are you dining out? Pork chop rice?"

The aroma of hot pork chop rice contrasted sharply with the Cathedral's darkness.

"Doesn't an Assassin move covertly? And where'd you get money—stealing?"

"The third matter, Master. Doesn't the Church hold influence in official affairs?"

Enjoying rice, Miss Illyasviel wiped her mouth, noting passersby gifting her snacks. She maintained a polite facade despite internal exasperation.

"they wield influence; why ask?"

"I've encountered... issues."

"What issues?"

"My disguise skills are a little too effective. Many righteous people are a little too enthusiastic. Master, I need you to make a phone call to smooth things over."

"Assassin, could you explain it a little more clearly?" Kotomine Kirei seemed a little confused.

'Do I have to explain it so clearly?' Miss Illyasviel hesitated for a few seconds after hearing this.

Then she looked at the tightly closed office door, and then at the uncles and aunts who were staring at her with snacks in their hands. She couldn't eat anymore, so she wiped her eyes. The security in Fuyuki City was so good that it made her want to cry.

"Master, to make a long story short, please call the Fuyuki City Police Department on the commercial street.."

".......?"

"I'm in the police station, please take me back."

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