"Assassin Kojiro Sasaki, let me ask you one last time, do you know that Caster treats the ordinary people in this city as grass mustards, wantonly collects souls to accumulate magic power, and has suffered at least 100 evil deeds so far?"

Staring at the expression on the other party's face, Bai Hua asked very solemnly.

It is a question, but it is more like an ultimatum.

If the other party knows, then ······

Hearing this, the refreshing and elegant momentum that originally surrounded the Assassin suddenly dissipated, and his calm face sank.

As a servant summoned by Caster, how could he not know?

However, the Assassin does not have the support of the master like other servants, and relies on the mountain gate of the Yanato Temple as the master, and can only move around, and cannot even go down the mountain, similar to the existence of the earthbound spirit.

Therefore, he could only remain silent.

"Is that so······"

Sighing regretfully, Bai Hua's tone turned cold: "Although you have no intention of involving irrelevant people, you can't say that you are innocent, so ······"

Hearing Bai Hua's words, Assassin didn't refute, but smiled lightly as if he had figured it out.

"Although I hate that she-fox very much, but the thing is what you think, although you are not the perpetrator, and you can't see it as an accomplice, but it can't be regarded as irrelevant to this matter, if you want to define 'evil' and crusade to show justice, just come."

The Assassin glanced meaningfully at the magatama hanging from Bai Hua's chest and continued.

"Of course, if you want to use the combat method of defeating Rider, there is nothing to say below."

After all, this is a fight for your life, and there are no rules to speak of.

Bai Hua silently tightened his sword.

Sure enough, Caster had been monitoring the Servant's movements, and even the moonlit night was exposed.

"It depends."

The words fell, and Bai Hua's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was in front of the Assassin, and a sword slashed down mercilessly.

Stirring the air-like blade, it is obvious that he is exerting his A-grade strength to the limit.

"-Boom!"

The hand-to-hand combat was fought, and sparks were emitted from the collision of swords and swords.

The battle between the two Assassins begins.

In the castle of Einzberen, Illya silently stared out the window, feeling the magic lost in her body, and her delicate face was expressionless and unusually cold.

"Has Bai Hua already started fighting Caster?"

"Miss, is it really okay to let the Assassin go like this?"

Serra, one of the two maids behind her, asked with some concern.

In fact, a week ago, after Illya refused to attack Caster, Bai Hua would go to the city every night to ambush Caster, trying to stop him from collecting the souls of ordinary people.

However, this method is extremely inefficient, and it is often only after Caster has completed the magic and left that Bai Hua arrives at the scene.

Illya saw all this, but she didn't say a word of blame to Bai Hua, and even today, she directly ordered an attack.

It's not that it's bad to exclude other servants, it's part of the Holy Grail War, but it's a dangerous thing for the master to follow the ideas of the servants like this.

Moreover, there are only 19 spells left on Illya's body at this moment.

This is the ultimate and strongest means of restraining the Servant.

In addition, Bai Hua himself knows the technique, so he can't feel at ease.

"I'm the master of the Assassin, and it's not your turn to worry about doing things." Illya glanced back coldly, then continued to look out the window.

"But ······"

Serra eagerly stepped forward, as if realizing that her actions at this moment were disrespectful to her master, and immediately retreated unwillingly, but her eyes were firmly fixed on Illya, waiting for an answer.

But this behavior is undoubtedly challenging Illya's patience.

This eldest lady will not be polite to her maid.

"The 77 Spells were originally intended to strengthen the control of the Servants, because according to the predetermined plan, the Servants to be summoned were Berserker, who had no reason to speak of when they were corrupted by the madness, and were prone to rage in battle.

With the blessing of 77 mantras, even if I don't use it, every word I say will have a binding effect on the servant, and even the irrational Berserker can control it well.

But the Assassin is sensible and will judge for himself, and he doesn't need me to give more orders, which means that the order is superfluous, and in battle, my words may hinder the Assassin's judgment, so it is necessary to reduce the command spell. ”

After saying it impatiently, Illya snorted coldly, and then turned around, a pair of red eyes revealing murderous aura.

"These words should be enough, now, let me out."

The unquestionable tone made the two maids unable to even raise the idea of resisting, so they could only retreat helplessly.

Calm returned to the room, and Illya sighed and sat down on the couch.

This snow-like girl knows very well why she exists.

But even so, I still yearn for the diversity of the outside world and want to be protected.

Finally, the countdown to her life began, and the Holy Grail War began.

summoned Bai Hua, which can only be said to be an accident.

But it was this accident that brought her a person who really wanted to protect herself.

From the initial distrust, to the later attempts to trust, until now there is some dependence on Bai Hua.

“··· It's really incredible, it's just a servant, and sooner or later he's going to disappear like me. ”

Later, with some negative thoughts of 'indulgence at the last moment of life', the girl took the servant to the outside world.

However, the outside world is not as colorful as she imagined, but it is plain, but it makes the girl more memorable and fascinated.

Countless times, the girl wants to stifle this thought.

I am an artificial man from Einzbelen, with a mission on my shoulders, to win the Holy Grail War and then to face death as a sacrifice.

Ah, that's it.

But ······

Why do you feel so unwilling?

So, the girl tried to open her heart, play a posture that matched her appearance and age, and be coquettish, willful, and naïve like an ordinary elementary school student.

Since Bai Hua wants to protect himself, then I will repay him and treat him as a little girl for the time being.

But this is disguised after all, no matter how happy you laugh, you can't escape the final fate.

She can't live like this, the more she remembers, the more reluctant she becomes, and the more she knows her fate, the more unwilling she feels.

But...

"I can only live as Illyasfil von Einzberen, not as Illya."

But at least, before ushering in his own final, he can accept Bai Hua's protection as 'Illya' with peace of mind.

"Ah, and Shirou, like Kiritsugu, people can't put their minds at ease······ It's a little lonely. ”

Illya closed her eyes tiredly.

Just as the girl's vigilance relaxed, the invisible silk threads slowly gathered towards her.

Immediately after, a large amount of purple magic brilliance emerged.

"Looks like you've been hurt a lot, little girl from Einzberen."

A woman covered in a cloak and unable to see her face quietly descended here.