"Why would I be interested in the Holy Grail…? No, I think you've misunderstood. I'm not interested in it at all. The only reason I joined this war is for fun," Allen replied casually to Irisviel's question.
Irisviel froze, unable to comprehend the mindset of this sorcerer. For fun?
"So… may I leave?" she asked carefully. "I'm sure I won't stand in your way. After all, I'm not a Master."
Allen looked at her with an amused expression, as if she had just told him a joke. "Leave? And where exactly do you think you're going? I actually plan on making you my pet. So I'd suggest you don't resist. It would be troublesome if I had to alter your personality and memories later. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
His words made Irisviel's body tremble violently. She knew full well this sorcerer had the power to do exactly that. With his mastery of the Third Magic, tampering with the structure of someone's soul wasn't difficult—it was something he could do at will.
"Don't worry. If you behave yourself, I might just treat you kindly. Understand? I prefer pets that are obedient rather than those who like to resist," Allen said lightly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Irisviel fell silent, her heart in turmoil. She wanted to protest—she was not an object, not something to be possessed. But her thoughts turned immediately to Kiritsugu. What would happen if her husband had to face this sorcerer? Allen was clearly not an opponent he could overcome. She couldn't bear the thought of Kiritsugu being hurt… or dying pointlessly in this war. And then—what about Ilya, their daughter waiting at the Einzbern castle far away in Germany?
The thought made her clench her teeth, forcing herself to make a bitter decision. If she had to sacrifice herself for their safety, then so be it.
"My lord…" her voice trembled, but remained firm. "As long as you spare my husband in this war, I… I will do whatever you wish."
Allen raised an eyebrow, then gave a thin smile. "Ohhh, is that so? In that case, you can stay here. I intend to study your body. It seems valuable enough for my research."
Those cold words froze Irisviel's blood. Allen then turned and walked away, not caring in the slightest whether she would try to escape. In the end, it was pointless. If Irisviel dared to run, he only needed to order medusa to drag her back.
When Allen left, Irisviel kept staring at the door, as if his presence still lingered there.
Meanwhile, Allen chose to rest. He laid his head on Medusa's lap, using her thigh as a pillow.
"Yeah… warm, soft, and really comfortable. Good night, Rider," he said casually.
"Good night, Master," Medusa replied softly. She fell silent, allowing her Master to rest on her lap.
For Medusa, this simple moment felt truly blissful. Just being able to be of use to Allen filled her heart with contentment. Her loyalty was beyond question—even in the Heaven's Feel route, she had chosen to live alongside her Master rather than return to the Throne of Heroes.
...
Meanwhile, at a hotel, Kayneth sat with a grim expression. His foul mood reached its peak as he hurled a bottle of liquor toward his Servant's head.
"Do you realize what you've done, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne?!" he roared with venom in his voice.
Yet the Lancer remained silent. He simply knelt calmly, offering no reply.
To Kayneth, Saber was the Servant with the greatest potential and the most outstanding attributes among the seven contenders of the Holy Grail War. For that reason, he believed Saber had to be eliminated from the very start—by any means necessary. But that conviction clashed head-on with Lancer's knightly code.
To Diarmuid, a knight's oath was sacred. He had sworn one to Saber, and that meant their duel had to be settled with honor. No treachery. No underhanded methods.
Hearing this only stoked Kayneth's fury. To him, the ideals of knighthood were nothing but meaningless words in the face of a war for the Holy Grail.
On the other side of the room, a young woman sat with her arms crossed and one leg over the other, listening to her fiancé's tirade with visible irritation. That woman was Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri. She was disgusted by the way Kayneth berated Lancer, blaming him solely to preserve his own pride.
Yet it was Lancer himself who spoke up. Hearing his Master insulted, he defended Kayneth with courtesy, urging Sola-Ui to refrain from wounding her fiancé's dignity.
Kayneth froze. Rather than feeling protected, suspicion tightened its grip on his heart. He knew Lancer carried a curse of charm, a bewitching aura that ensnared women. And Sola-Ui, as a descendant of the Ancient Magi, should have been more than capable of resisting such a curse.
Unless… she had chosen not to resist it.
That thought pierced him deeply, unearthing an old wound that had never healed. Kayneth recalled Diarmuid's own tragic love story—of betrayal, of a lord abandoned when his wife eloped with the knight who had sworn loyalty.
And now, it was as if history was repeating itself. Kayneth's own heart throbbed with the same sense of betrayal, the same suffocating agony. Sola-Ui, the fiancée he had trusted, might already be ensnared by the fate his Servant carried with him.
Kayneth clenched his fists. Rage, suspicion, and bitterness pressed down on his chest until he could scarcely breathe.
.....
That morning, I woke from my sleep. Medusa, as always, had stayed awake through the night. She didn't need rest and chose instead to spend her time watching over her Master, ensuring my slumber went undisturbed.
"Good morning, Rider."
"Good morning, Master," Medusa replied softly.
Her gentle hand moved slowly, brushing my hair with quiet care. Then, without a word, she lifted me into her arms and carried me to the bathroom to bathe me. I didn't resist—after all, I was always rather lazy in the mornings, and Medusa had long grown accustomed to doing this for me.
Justeaze used to do the same whenever she was by my side. Remembering her brought with it a faint ache of longing… especially now, with her so far away in Tokyo.
"Perhaps I should have that new 'pet' handle the cooking from now on," I murmured under my breath, while Medusa patiently worked shampoo into my hair.
After bathing, I went to the room where Irisviel was resting. She was still lying in bed.
"Hey, are you awake?" I asked, watching her.
"Ahh… yes." She tried to sit up, quickly covering her chest. It seemed I had forgotten to fix her clothes last night… but I didn't care much about that. After all, I was only eleven years old now—not exactly capable of doing anything to this particular 'pet' of mine.
"Can you cook? If so, I'd like you to make me something tasty."
I said it casually, then left, heading upstairs while she tended to the task.
While waiting, I busied myself with my work: creating familiars to serve as scouts.
"What kind of familiar would be suitable…? Hey, Rider, do you have a suggestion?" I asked.
"How about snakes?" Medusa answered simply.
"Good idea. Snakes are perfect for moving across the ground and through sewers. As for the skies… bats or owls might be more fitting."
I quickly brought the creatures into being with the First Magic, then set commands into them using magecraft so they would carry out their duties. Once finished, the familiars scattered across the city, watching over the Masters and Servants.
Irisviel, who happened to witness the process, was left in awe. To her, it was pure wonder—a miracle born of true magic, not mere magecraft. She could hardly put it into words.
"Master, your meal is ready," Irisviel said at last. She glanced briefly at the familiars leaving the room before turning back to me.
"Good work, Irisviel."
I then sat down to eat the food she had prepared. It was quite good, though… honestly, Justeaze's cooking was still better.
"Y–yeah, thank you for the compliment." Irisviel replied happily. I was quite pleased to see this woman so obedient. For now, however, I still needed her for some research on homunculi. Even though my family's magecraft didn't focus on that field, I could easily replicate it with the First Magic.
"Okay, follow me. I want to examine your body now."
Hearing that, Irisviel trembled slightly, unsure of what would happen to her next. I told her to lie down on a thin bed.
"Take off all your clothes and lie down on that bed," I said while holding a scalpel. Yes, even though this looked horrifying since I had to dissect her body like a corpse, of course she wouldn't die.
After Irisviel lay down, I gave her an anesthetic. However, she naturally remained conscious, since a homunculus's body had high resistance to drugs. So there was no helping it. I then began dissecting her body, from her chest down to her reproductive organs, carefully making sure not to damage her magic circuits.
The process lasted until late afternoon. Once finished, I healed her body again using healing magecraft. Fortunately, I was skilled in this field—mastering the Third Magic allowed me to ensure there wasn't a single scar left from my incision.
"Okay, you can rest for now. Tomorrow we'll continue again," I said casually. Honestly, I was a little interested in Irisviel's reproductive organs. Even though she was a homunculus, her reproductive system was almost the same as a human's. Interestingly, there were some unique magic circuits there. I think tomorrow I'll try to copy that part. Night began to creep in, while the war outside still raged on. Irisviel, who had been fully aware of what was happening from the start, could only resign herself. She knew she had no power to resist.
"Please, Master... at least I only ask you to spare my husband," she said weakly. Her body was still frail, her blood not yet fully recovered. With the little strength she had left, she tried to reach for my hand.
"Ohhh, of course, of course," I replied casually, as if her request was nothing significant. "Even if he dies, I can force him back to life. So don't worry. I won't refuse such a trivial request from my new pet."
I smiled faintly, then added, "If I'm not mistaken, your husband was accompanied by another woman, right? Can you tell me her name? I forgot to check her identity. Who knows, maybe she's also an important character in this story."
"Her name... is Maiya Hisau," Irisviel answered softly. "She is my husband's assistant... Master, if possible... I also hope you would spare that girl."
I chuckled. "You seem to have so many requests. Do you think I'm a genie who grants wishes?"
This homunculus was surprisingly talkative. Maybe I had been too lenient with her. As I spoke, a small leak of my Od accidentally slipped out. The magical pressure that burst from me made Irisviel's body tremble violently. Fortunately, it only lasted for a split second, but it was enough to terrify her.
Even so, she still tried to fight her fear. With trembling eyes but firm resolve, she said, "Master... I promise I will do anything... as long as you accept my request."
I smiled faintly. Ohhh, it seems this homunculus is truly stubborn. Not so easy to conquer... but as a Barthomeloi, I actually enjoy a challenge like this.
My hand reached out, gripping her neck tightly, imitating Kirei Kotomine's style. "Say that again. What was it? I didn't hear you," I said flatly, my tone casual.
Irisviel struggled weakly, forcing herself to speak even though no sound could properly come out. Her throat was strangled, but her resolve did not waver. For her husband... For her friend and for her daughter, Illya... she was willing to sacrifice everything.
"Pl..ea..se... I... wi..ll... do... any..th..ing..."
Finally, I released my grip. Irisviel coughed, her lungs desperately trying to take in air. I simply watched her with a faint smile.
This woman is truly stubborn... No wonder Kirei so enjoyed making her suffer.
"Then you'd better obey me and not try to resist." I think I already know how to get this woman. Yes, she is very loyal to her husband, but she doesn't know that in the end her husband will abandon his daughter and just play family with a boy named Shirou. That man never even tried to save his own daughter from that castle.
What a hypocritical man.
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