I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

It was a feeling she had never understood as a cyborg.

Little by little, Illya stopped struggling.

Just wanted to say 'put me down'.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Ilya was covered by Mo Yusan on her chest.

Deep in the soft and soft fragrance, Ilya could hardly breathe.

This guy...

Bigger than Lijielit's boobs!

"Wooooow."

A girl's cute voice came from in front of her.

Touching Fish Three liberated Ilya from the soft ocean, seeing the girl's cute little red face, couldn't help but sip again.

"Illya is so cute!"

For a moment, Ilya froze there.

"It's too much... Really too much!" She waved her small fist and hit Mo Yusan's chest, causing a violent sway.

"If you like Illya that much, give the Holy Grail to Illya."

"Huh?" Mo Yusan looked at Ilya.

She slowly put the girl down, half-kneeled on the ground and looked at her, stroking Ilya's soft silver hair with her hand.

"Illya..."

"Trust me, the Holy Grail is not what you want."

The bright red eyes are as gentle as water, and the sweet breath blows on the face.

After staying for a while, Illya lowered her head.

"boring."

"It's so boring like this."

She turned and left without any fear of Moyu Sanhui sneaking up on her, and Illya greeted Berserker.

"Already done, let's go."

The petite girl and the huge monster disappeared in the thin mist.

Elijah clutched her heart.

"People who can only talk big and make sense are the most annoying."

The slender fingers clenched the purple luxurious dress tightly, and Kiritsugu's white sunshine-like smile appeared in his mind again.

"It's the most annoying, so next time, Berserker will definitely kill you."

"Roar—" Berserker let out a low growl, obviously a rational berserker who had been stripped away, but there was a little tenderness in his voice.

"But this time...forget it." With her head lowered, Ilya let go of her hand that was clenched tightly on her skirt, stretched out her index finger and wiped the spot on her cheek that had been slapped by Moyu San.

There seemed to be a little wet illusion on the fingertips.

She stared at the thin white fingertips, and the bright red eyes were reflected in front of her eyes, and then licked it mysteriously.

"Well--"

The petite body trembled slightly, and Illya wailed.

Doesn't it mean that the servants are the existences that need to replenish the magic?

why...

why...

It seems to be reversed?

"B...Berserker." With a soft voice, Berserker immediately understood what Illya meant, and he bent down to let the girl crawl into his arms.

"Let's go." Ilya buried her cheeks in her small hands.

"The last pair of masters and servants are already in place."

Some coldly dialing the phone, Tohsaka Rin squeezed the hand of the late returning girl, and pillowed the girl's head on his lap.

"Hmm..." Kotomine Kirei replied, the blond man in white slim shirt in front of him crossed his legs and held a glass of red wine in his right hand.

"Called me specifically. Rin, it's someone you know well."

"Tch." Tohsaka Rin tilted his head angrily. "He is a troublesome guy, so if I have time, I will let him come to you and tell him about the Holy Grail War."

"It's a complete layman who can summon Saber." Tohsaka Rin was still a little dissatisfied.

"Oh!?" Kotomine Kirei slightly raised his interest.

Rin spoke as if pushing back, and Kotomine Kirei heard the boy's name from Tohsaka Rin.

"Emiya—Shirou."