Roland looked at Illya in a trance, staring at the other's pupils. Different from the remaining anger he gave to Matou Kariya, the demonic energy in Illya's body had already taken a clear form. In the dark purple halo, there was a breath of admiration and attachment.
She has the same snow-white long hair and red pupils as her mother, small and cute hands, and an appearance that is almost cast in the same mold.
"Father, Illya misses you so much..."
Roland stroked her little head gently while checking her physical condition. Unlike the devil dragon in the original book, Illya's condition was quite strange.
The Shendu is the last dragon and the only fire demon. Although the little demon dragon claims to be his child, judging from the appearance, even the righteous side has doubts about this. After the fire demon energy was extracted, its combat effectiveness plummeted.
From Roland's current perspective, the existence of the demon dragon was not a success, but it was barely acceptable. After all, the body brought by its natural bloodline had an innate compatibility with the magic energy of fire, just like using silver as a conductor.
But Illya is different. She was born based on artificial human technology, with magic energy as the source, and then through a specific container in a natural way. In this case, she retained her external form, but can enjoy the gift brought by the magic energy of fire, and is extremely plastic.
Even the biggest problem of artificial humans' lifespan has been solved. The only drawback is that their appearance will stagnate after a certain period of growth.
"Before father came back, Illya was very well behaved. She looked forward to father picking me up every day. Mom refused to bring Illya here, and only agreed after great grandfather agreed."
"If not for this, Illya should have met her father a few days ago!" Thinking back to Irisviel's actions, Illya's face suddenly puffed up and she said angrily.
Roland couldn't help laughing and stroked Illya's little head: "It's not too late now. We still have a lot of time to spend together. Now, let's start by getting to know each other."
Thanks to Rin and Sakura, Roland is now very skilled in dealing with little girls. The scattered demonic energy has a natural sense of belonging to the devil itself, and the obedience engraved in the android technology makes this clear.
"What does Illya like?"
"flame!"
"Why?"
Roland was a little surprised. As a fire demon, he did not live in magma. Compared with the hot environment, the magnificent palace was more to his liking. There was no reason for him to have any problems in Illya.
Illya raised her head proudly and declared confidently, "Because it is versatile! If you want to warm up, you can use fire to do it. If you are tired, you can eat some fire to feel refreshed. If you get dirty, you can use fire to burn it clean."
"Throw the annoying creature into the fire. It will be noisy at first, but it will soon quiet down."
"Ah," Roland smiled, "It seems I have to teach you more from now on. Einzbern has a lot of problems with education."
Looking at the heartwarming scene between the father and daughter, Irisviel opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't.
It was incredible. She had always regarded the father that Illya mentioned as a demon who would end their happiness, but at this moment, Irisviel only felt a sweet happiness.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, Irisviel took the initiative to hold Roland's hand and whispered softly.
"Okay, Illya, let's talk to Dad tomorrow," she took a deep breath, suppressing everything in her heart, leaving only the mother's love, "After that, Mom may have to leave for a while to complete Dad's plan. Although it may be a long separation, you have to stay at home obediently. Dad will come to take care of you later."
Where Illya couldn't see, the hand she was holding Roland's was trembling slightly, and she spoke as if entrusting her son to someone else.
She had already made up her mind that if the fate of becoming the Lesser Holy Grail ended in her generation, Roland would not have to desire the next Holy Grail, and Illya's fate would be avoided. With such a powerful father, she could also obtain the happiness of an ordinary person.
Illya nodded, not quite understanding. "Dad and Mom are going to fight, right? It may take some time, but Mom will come back, right? Otherwise, Illya will be very lonely."
Irisviel stared at Illya with her red eyes without blinking, wanting to show her flawless gentle smile as usual, but a feeling of sadness had already risen from her heart. She subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands and turned her back, not wanting Illya to see the tears overflowing from between her fingers.
But another voice answered for her.
"Of course, Mom will come back to you."
"Father, will you promise?"
"There aren't many people in this world who can make me keep my promise, but if it's Illya, I think even the former owner of that power would allow me this tolerance."
Roland narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was unquestionable conviction in his words. He put Illya on the ground, waved his hand gently, and watched her figure gradually disappear into the gate.
"Huh?"
Irisviel hadn't yet reacted to Roland's words. "If you don't sacrifice me, you won't be able to get the Holy Grail!"
"That's based on the premise that the Holy Grail is still preserved. Unfortunately," Roland stood up, "I said a long time ago that I would blow up that broken cup sooner or later."
"Besides, who allowed you to make your own decision? You don't belong to Einzbern, but to me, Roland!"
"Now, do you understand what you should do?"
Irisviel finally raised her head, stared at Roland, and spoke slowly.
"Yes, Lord Roland."
Roland laughed loudly and hugged Irisviel tenderly.
"After the battle is decided, hand over Saber's contract to me. But before that, I will deal with the idiot who came to my door."
At some point, Roland held the search device of the four-headed dragon sculpture in his hand again, and a scorching light was already lit in one direction.
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"Are they still fighting?"
"Yes, Master."
Darnic met Lancer's calm gaze and stopped hesitating.
"Although I don't know why the Berserker Master wants to target Saber, there is no doubt that this is a good opportunity."
Enkidu's excellent breath perception always allows Danic to gain the upper hand, and the battlefield being a forest is even more perfect. With the help of Enkidu's power, the trees around him respond to his will, swaying, growing, rippling slowly, and producing lush new leaves, completely avoiding the detection of the barrier and hiding their breath.
"If we attack now, Einzbern will definitely not be able to react in time. Not only can we take out Saber, but we may even be able to take out the Berserker's Master as well."
Darnic subconsciously clenched the cold talisman on his chest, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.
"It just so happens that I have a new body. The combination of the talisman and the body is still a little unstable. It should be enough to devour the souls of the two masters."
Darnic was full of confidence and took the lead to head towards the Einzbern City, whose outline had already appeared in his sight.
Whether it's a sneak attack using the power of a servant, or a despicable two-on-one fight, no matter how you look at it, the advantage is on my side!
"Lancer, let's go!"