Fate: Emiya the Host

"To think you actually made Milady run away crying, just as expected, you really are a failed product of a Servant," Sella didn't care who was right or wrong. If someone made Illya cry, they were in the wrong.

"Sorry, I had no intention of hurting her," Shirou said calmly, "I just thought that if it wasn't necessary, not moving could reduce her pain."

"You bastard," Sella's beautiful red eyes glared at him, "are you really a Berserker?"

"You saw it yourself, no mistake," Shirou answered plainly.

"Berserker… is… good Servant," Liz said blankly. In her view, although Shirou had made Illya angry, it was still for her good.

"Whatever, do what you want. If you don't want to move, then just stay here," Sella walked off angrily.

When Liz was about to leave too, Shirou stopped her, "Liz, can you tell me what time it is right now?"

Liz's footsteps, light as a cat's, paused. She turned her head, "How do you… know… my name?"

"Noble Phantasm," Shirou only said two words.

Liz slowly stepped closer. Shirou could smell a faint fragrance.

"Come to think of it… I still don't know, what kind of Heroic Spirit are you?"

"What a shame, it seems because I was summoned early, I have no memory?", Shirou told a lie with open eyes.

A signature of the Nasuverse, EMIYA has no memory.

"No… memory?", Liz didn't seem to expect this situation and crashed mentally.

"Liz," Sella ran back and scolded her, "Honestly, what are you still doing here? Hurry and go take care of Milady."

"Understood," Liz said that line unusually fluently, gave a slight bow to Shirou, and then left.

As a result, she didn't even tell him what time it was or how long until the Holy Grail War began.

Shirou's eyes flickered slightly, thinking, 'Maybe I should try moving a little?'

Basic movement definitely wouldn't cause Illya too much pain.

He wasn't like Heracles, a top-tier Servant, the backlash Illya would suffer wouldn't be as bad.

The key was… Looking at the chains wrapped around his body layer after layer, Shirou fell into thought.

'Can't someone help me remove these?'

As long as they were taken off, he wouldn't need to use that much magical energy.

———

"So angry! So angry! So angry!"

Illya jumped onto the big bed in her room, punching and kicking at her pillow.

"Illya is really mad!"

She angrily threw the pillow across the room, and swan-like feathers scattered across the floor.

"That Servant… what does that Servant even know?"

"Saying he doesn't want to hurt Illya, but really he's just scared to fight!", Illya believed she had seen through everything.

"Talking about heroes, he's just a coward hyped up by other cowards."

"Whatever," after a bout of venting, Illya calmed down, "This is fine too. Just let that Servant hide in the basement. The Holy Grail War, Illya can win it alone."

Of course, that was just her being petty.

When the time came, she would still have to bring him. Otherwise, how could she participate in the Holy Grail War without even a Servant?

"Milady," Sella stood at the door, "The patriarch asks you to come to the parlor."

"Got it," Illya lay on her back on the bed, "You go out first, Sella. I'll fix my clothes. Oh, and close the door."

"Yes!", Sella acknowledged, then after pulling the door shut, stood guard outside with Liz, one on each side.

Not even thirty seconds passed before Illya opened the door. Her outfit was tidy, and her snow-white face showed no trace of anger.

"Let's go," Illya walked in front, and the two maids followed behind her.

———

They arrived at the parlor. Soft red carpet, gold-trimmed armrests of superb quality, luxurious chandelier decorations, and a space of absolute grandeur. This was the heritage of the Einzbern, with nearly a thousand years of history.

"Lord Patriarch."

Illya slightly lifted her skirt and curtsied to her grandfather.

"Illya, I heard from Sella that you've already formed a contract with that Servant?"

"Yes, Lord Patriarch," Illya answered.

"Then, is it true, as Sella said, that the Servant possesses reason?", Acht's gaze was stern.

"Yes, Sella wasn't lying. Illya just talked with that fa… no, that Servant… though Illya really didn't like the topic of the conversation."

Here, Illya showed a little childishness.

But Acht simply nodded solemnly, "I understand. That means the Servant still has some value… Did you ask for his true name?"

"No, not yet," Illya explained, "Even though the contract is already formed, that guy had a condescending attitude, and Illya just…"

"Something as important as a Servant's true name, why didn't you ask immediately?", A harsh, cold rebuke.

"Illya, as the greatest masterpiece of the Einzbern in many years, you bear the long-cherished wish of the Einzbern. How can you act so impulsively?"

"No, Illya just…"

"Don't argue!", Acht interrupted her, "Since the contract has been made, the trials begin tomorrow. Let's see the worth of that Servant… and, of course, you, the greatest masterpiece of the Einzbern."

Illya was silent.

"Now, step down. Go build a relationship with your Servant."

"Yes," Illya slowly left the parlor.

'I have to talk to that arrogant Servant again? Damn it!', Illya nearly bit through her soft, cherry-pink lips.

'Illya alone is enough…'

"Milady," Sella, who had followed, comforted her, "the patriarch is also thinking for your sake. No matter what, a Servant is still a heroic spirit famous throughout human history, his strength should not be underestimated."

"That guy?", Illya doubted, "That guy who can't even move, Illya could probably deal with him herself."

"If all Servants are like that, then the Holy Grail War isn't much."

'Likewise, Kiritsugu is nothing either, just a big liar.'

Illya didn't say the last sentence, but her gaze turned gloomy.

"Sella," After walking a while down the long corridor, Illya suddenly spoke.

"I'm here, Milady," Sella stepped forward, ready to hear what Illya had to say.

"I'm hungry. Let's go eat first," Illya said as she turned to return to her room.

Her meals were always prepared by the servants and brought to her room, she never went to the dining hall.

Going there was meaningless anyway. All that awaited her were homunculi without autonomous personalities.

Just looking at them annoyed Illya.

"But Milady, we should be going to communicate with that Servant right now," Sella advised.

"If you want to communicate, go do it yourself. Illya has nothing to say to that kind of guy."

"Milady…", Sella was at a loss.

Illya stopped, "What's wrong? Weren't you assigned to take care of me? Are you going to defy Illya's orders?"

"..."

"I understand," Sella gave in helplessly, and left with Liz, who hadn't spoken all this time.

As Illya's head maid, Sella was in charge of food and drink. She'd let Liz continue adjusting things.

That's right, because Liz was a homunculus, she hadn't finished her "adjustments" yet. That's why her speech was so slow and awkward.

However, she was very suited for combat and was part of Illya's (Heaven's Feel dress) form, so her job was to protect Illya.

But likewise, her fate was already decided. The moment Illya died, her life functions would stop.

As for herself, she would remain in the place where the Holy Grail War took place, the Einzbern Castle in Fuyuki City, and die in solitude.

That is the fate of the Einzbern homunculi.

═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═

patreon.com/AmbitiousTranslator

🥳Joining Patreon keeps me motivated and eager to work diligently, so please consider joining.🥰 You can access upto 20 advance chapter through Patreon.

https://discord.gg/bYAfGyp98y