Fate: Emiya the Host

["Consciousness specially summoned, separated from body."]

["Hint: This is not the original "daily" world."]

The system emphasized "daily" to prove that it hadn't made a mistake before.

'Alright, alright, I know you're feeling wronged.'

Shirou thought indifferently and canceled the Hosting.

Whether it was Projection Magic or Unlimited Blade Works, as long as he let the Hosting system handle it, it would definitely be A-rank.

Saying "learn" meant that Shirou couldn't, not that it couldn't.

'Too strange,' Shirou felt that his current state. Not anxious or slow about anything, extremely calm. His heart seemed like it wasn't even beating.

'Huh? Why can't I still move?', After canceling the Hosting, Shirou found that he was bound by iron chains.

Chains thicker than his arms wrapped around his body, circle to the left, circle to the right.

'Wait, even if I'm Berserker, isn't this a bit too much?'

'At least I haven't gone to the level of directly killing Masters, right?'

How could he have known that these were chains originally prepared for the great hero of Greek mythology, Heracles.

"So that means, my Servant is in there, right?"

A familiar voice, it was Illya.

Shirou suddenly, no, calmly thought.

'So that's it, this is… the Einzbern Castle.'

'The Fifth War?'

Shirou had already considered countless ways of breaking through the Holy Grail War using himself and the system.

"Good morning, young lady," It was Sella.

Her tone sounded a bit hesitant, "But I heard from the patriarch that the summoned Servant is a failed product. Considering we still have time, maybe we can summon again."

'Ara, ara, I became a failed product before even being tested. Sorry I'm not Heracles.'

"No problem," Illya didn't care at all, "Just a familiar. Even without that kind of thing, I can still win. In the end, a Servant is just a tool."

'Of all people, I didn't want to be judged by Illya…', This should've been a sad thing, yet Shirou was extremely calm conducting internal thoughts.

'This Absolute Rationality, isn't it a bit too strong? Give me some emotion, damn it!'

"Milady… the Servant… must… be able to protect you."

'No need to guess, it has to be Liz. Why does she seem even dumber than the one in my world?'

'Could it be because the Liz in my world is a living person?'

Creaaak—

Without dragging on with long dialogue, the door opened.

Illya, with an angelic face, stood at the front, wearing the characteristic purple dress of the Einzbern.

Behind her were two maids, one on each side, their spacing just right, not surprising for maids.

"What? That's the Servant?", Illya looked up at Shirou arrogantly, "Doesn't look like much."

Shirou was expressionless, golden-brown eyes staring at her.

"You… are my Master?", This was the first sentence he spoke after becoming a Servant.

So cold that Shirou even doubted if it was really himself saying it, or the system?

"He actually has reason," Sella on the left of Shirou was shocked.

The Berserker class is granted Madness Enhancement. Although all attributes increase, the cost is the loss of reason.

Yet, the Servant in front of them, judged as a "failed product" by the patriarch, could still speak.

'Makes one doubt if he's really a "failed product"?'

"Berserker… is talking?", Liz on the right tilted her head.

Illya, on the other hand, didn't care. She sneered coldly and answered Shirou, "Not yet, but soon."

'What does that mean?', While Shirou was puzzled, she stepped forward and stood in front of him.

A magic circle carved with countless spells.

The large one on his side, the small one aligned with Illya.

Originally, Shirou was wondering what this magic circle was for, and now he saw, it was used to form a connection with him.

'So they're bypassing the Grail?'

'If so, the magical energy to keep me in the world isn't provided by the Greater Grail, but by her, this girl before me.'

'No wonder in the original story, controlling Heracles was shown to be so painful.'

'So this is the reason.'

Prematurely summoning a Servant naturally couldn't come without drawbacks.

At the same time, Shirou also found the reason why he couldn't move. Even though the chains were thick and big, as a Servant, he should be unable to break a simple chain.

However, without a Master, it meant he didn't receive any magical energy supply at all. Not even enough magical energy to maintain his body.

Just being able to remain in existence was a miracle, let alone moving.

The magic circle lit up slightly, runes flowed. Seventy percent of Illya's magic circuits activated, making her whole body look as if wrapped in a red marking.

That was her magical authority, comparable to Command Spells.

If the Einzbern hadn't been foolish, and let Illya summon Heracles in the Archer class in a normal way, then, she might have truly swept the Holy Grail War.

Even the King of Heroes might not be able to completely defeat that great hero of Greek mythology.

As he thought, Shirou felt himself forming a connection with Illya.

'Or should it be called synchronization?'

He did not resist.

Thus, the relationship between Master and Servant was quickly established.

Sella at the side worriedly said, "Milady, this kind of link is ultimately abnormal. The backlash you suffer can't be compared to that of an ordinary Master. If it hurts too much, please give up. When the Holy Grail War begins, summon a Servant in the normal way."

"If it hurts… then stop!", Liz seemed like she wanted to smile. She was protecting Illya in her own way.

Though she looked a bit dumb.

"No need," Illya refused, "No matter what kind of Servant, they're the same. Familiars bound by Command Spells, once the Command Spells are gone, they will immediately betray."

These words came from the personality collapse of Irisviel during the Fourth Holy Grail War, after being corrupted by the Grail, remnants of which still lingered in Illya, making her say these things.

Including how in the original story, Kiritsugu adopted Shirou, she learned of it the same way. One could say, half of Illya's hatred was caused by the Holy Grail.

"So, I can do it alone. I can win alone!"

"I will never trust anyone!", Illya made that declaration.

Shirou was silent, calmly thinking.

In his memory, Illya in Fuyuki City was both an angel and a demon. Her innocence was as pure as snow, yet her fragile values and vague concept of life and death sometimes revealed her demonic side.

But before this, his understanding of Illya had only scratched the surface.

At the very least, he never knew until now that a girl who didn't contract Heracles could be this strong-willed. Rather than strong-willed, it was more like she had built an iron wall inside herself.

Not allowing anyone to touch her weakness.

"Hey! What are you doing? Why aren't you moving?"

The contract was already complete, Shirou could feel the magical energy filling his body.

Now, the dam was lifted, the flood could ravage freely.

But... Shirou's thoughts flowed behind calm eyes.

If he moved, the girl would suffer unimaginable pain.

This was the backlash of sustaining his existence.

"Damn it! What are you doing, hurry up and move, Berserker!", Facing the motionless Shirou, Illya was furious.

Crimson magic circuits appeared on her face. She directly stepped forward, clenched her little fist, and punched Shirou in the stomach.

"I told you to move!"

Didn't hurt or itch. This kind of attack was lighter than a tickle to him, now a Servant.

He raised his eyes and looked at the girl before him.

She clenched both fists and said through gritted teeth, "This counts as a Heroic Spirit?"

"I am a Servant," Shirou spoke, tone without fluctuation.

Sella and Liz behind him were once again shocked, "The voice just now wasn't an illusion after all."

"You're still alive? I thought you were dead," Illya stared coldly at Shirou, questioning him, "Why aren't you moving?"

"If I move, you'll be in pain."

"What did you say?", Illya was stunned.

Shirou very honestly repeated, "If I move, you'll hurt."

Illya instinctively stepped back, "What kind of reason is that?"

"This… what is this really?"

"Completely… can't understand! I'll… hurt? So you don't move? That sounds like… like you're worried about me! Don't joke around!", She suddenly exploded.

"A mere Servant, familiar, tool! Don't act kind here!"

"Illya, Illya I… don't need sympathy from something like you!"

After saying that, as if she couldn't accept it, she ran out.

"Milady!", Sella reached out and called.

"Mi…lady!", Liz also couldn't help it.

Shirou lowered his eyes, unmoving.

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