I, Li Xiang, Sister Control Giant

"The upper limit of the class card is beyond imagination."

Glancing at it, I saw Beatrix smashed Enzworth Castle abruptly and broke into the barrier.

Lixiang took it along and extracted all the information about Enzworth to complete the reading.

The information of the fake house is in front of me in every detail.

Just as Rika was flipping through the information in her mind and was amused and surprised by Enzworth's information, a timid voice came from behind her.

"Sister...cough, Miss Emiya, this, this?"

Little Illya pulled the corner of her clothes and looked at the world with some fear.

Suddenly losing all colors and looking gloomy, she was a little scared.

Then, an extremely gorgeous light appeared in front of her eyes.

That's a long gun.

After the Thor's Hammer was put away, Lixiang took out the [Fan Shi Spear] that Di Shitian had obtained, and forcibly shoved it into the hands of little Ilya.

Lixiang opened her arms and grinned.

"—Little Illya, welcome to my world."

第467节 第四百Chapter 17 弑神料理

"This is my sister... Miss Wei Gong's house? It's very big."

Stepping through the snow hoarding in front of the door, little Ilya followed Lixiang and returned to the palace of the guards that had been renovated.

Under the dark night, the courtyard is brightly lit.

The season is summer.

Maybe the world is dying, the earth veins and spiritual veins are gradually drying up, and the seasons are completely abnormal.

Even using his own world to cover this 'dead' world.

It just stopped the decline.

If you want to alleviate, there are not many things to do.

Sighing incessantly, Illya came here with a woman who looked just like her sister.

This is probably the next temporary stronghold.

"Is it big?"

Li Xiang tilted his head, noncommittal.

The surrounding courtyards are all of this size. The Empress Palace is at most the largest one, but it is not outstanding overall.

In her opinion, the size is just right, if it is too large, it will be more troublesome to clean.

"Come in first, I'll boil water for you."

"There's so much snow and mud on your body, hurry up and wash it..."

In the rather Japanese-style residence, Tachika heated up the bath water and brought Ilya, who had picked it up, here.

By the way, I took out a pair of pajamas that Miyu had left behind and put it at the door for Illya to use.

The figure looks similar, and it is not difficult to make the pajamas fit just right.

"M-"

puff puff.

In the rather large wooden bathtub, Illya buried her mouth below the surface of the water.

She looked at the mist on the window, lost in thought.

'Miss Emiya... Are there really people who look alike in this world? '

Doubt arises in the heart.

Although their faces are exactly the same and their voices and expressions are very similar, she can clearly distinguish the two.

From Illya's point of view, Emiya-san, who brought her home, has a more mature voice.

It also feels very calm, and the strength is simply outrageous.

The enemy who made her feel powerless was easily suppressed and resolved, and said something like 'Welcome to my world'.

"Could it be too hasty?"

Ilya muttered softly and glanced outside the door.

Even so obediently followed home, without any suspicion of the other party's identity.

Maybe the two parties directed and acted by themselves, trying to gather them all together and make a round of it?

I recalled everything I saw after seeing Miss Emiya, and the feeling that the body did not belong to me, and the time and space were controlled by the other party.

Seems like I'm thinking too much...

"Well, it's so warm~"

He curled up in the bathtub, his cheeks hidden in the smoke.

Suddenly, a voice entered her ear.

"Take a bath, take a bath, take a bath..."

A character who seemed to be humming a song appeared at the door, and a shadow was printed on the glass.

Elijah's eyes widened suddenly.

She got up quickly and shouted towards the door.

"Wait a minute, there are still people inside..."

"Tanaka, come take a bath!!"

The interrupted words, the people outside the door did not notice her existence at all.

Bang!

With the sound, the bathroom door was opened directly, and a figure rushed in with strides and jumped up.

As Ilya watched with tears in her eyes, a pair of heroic chests hit her face.

"Gum!"

The whole body sank into the bathtub, leaving only some bubbles floating and a lot of water splashing.

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The aroma of the meal stimulates the hungry stomach.

Ilya came out of the bathroom, put on a cat doll pajamas, sat on the sofa and covered her red nose with her hands.

The towel was also brushed through her hair.

"Uuuuu... Stupid Tanaka."

Tanaka, who was sitting at the dining table and eating supper, suddenly raised his head.

She looked at Ilya dumbly.

"Has Tanaka been denied?"

The expression that seemed to know nothing, only knew how to eat, made Ilya lose her desire to complain.

As she wanted to get up, she immediately felt a pair of hands on top of her head.

Then he was gently pushed back onto the sofa.

"Xiao, Yi, Li, Ya...you have to dry your hair first."

"With your physique, if you don't take it seriously, if you get sick, I don't care about anything."

Illya immediately showed a subtle expression.

That said, but when she really catches a cold, Miss Emiya will definitely not leave her alone.

She has such an intuition.

"Okay, let's eat."

"Great!"

Ilya, who was about to faint from hunger, immediately jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the table where there was not much left to cook.

It started with Tanaka, who didn't know where it came from, but was quite strong to grab the supper.

Li Xiang returned to the kitchen and brought out his share.

"Tanaka! This croquette is mine!"

"Illya, don't think about it..."

Two pairs of chopsticks staggered in front of him.

The reaction speed and strength were far inferior to Tanaka's Illya, and in the end she was defeated.

Looking at the last piece of delicious croquette, the happy Tanaka put it into his mouth.

"If you want to eat it, I'll make it another day."

"Sister...Miss Emiya?"

Illya, who put her face on the table, showed a very moved expression.

"Thank you for not only helping me resolve the crisis, but also willing to cook for me."

She glanced curiously at the thing in Lixiang's hand, and then lost her ability to speak, and her mouth gradually opened wide.

That's a bowl of noodles.

Looking around, there is no such thing as noodle soup at all, and there is no trace of Hong Tongtong meeting at all.

'Blood red blood red...'