Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Just set out a few beasts to guard the outer perimeter of the castle and prevent them from escaping. You are here to monitor and protect Miss Ilya, and it will definitely be a touching mother-daughter reunion program later, which will help you feel human feelings more clearly. Then hand me a [-]-word report, which will be very helpful for your subsequent actions."

"……All right."

Low-key is king. If you are ostentatious enough, you will be honest and lurking. Even Luo Pei feels a little troublesome for the secret treasure "Stomach World" in the burial institution.

In this world where "concepts" are always used, there are still many unreasonable things in the world with the biggest mushrooms, many...

"How to adjust your feelings and think for yourself, and then throw away the boring family responsibilities and the clansmen who harmed you. You are my lovely hostage now, and you only need to reunite with your mother in tears. The happiness in the future is because of me. It's flawed by your father's killer, but that's not a reason to give it up."

The black-haired youth disappeared into the shadows of the castle. No matter how panicked and frightened the magicians were, all that awaited them was death.

Death is one of the most efficient ways to deal with things, Rope firmly believes.

Faros watched his master leave, and spoke to Illya rarely.

"Little Miss, my master resurrected your mother, and even came to Germany from Japan in the far east for your mother's wishes, and called me and my subordinates to help you. I hope you can understand the hatred and kindness. Big or small, the dead in that kind of war are force majeure, and no one will be kind enough to use their own lives to achieve others."

It was rare for the monster to say a human word, thanks to Rope's request just now.

"..."

Illya didn't answer, she was still in a state of confusion.

The silver-haired girl looked extremely helpless at this time.

However, after thinking of the news of her mother's upcoming arrival, the girl couldn't help but look at the empty castle gate.

Never before has Ilyasviel longed for her mother's embrace and comfort, as well as to unravel her doubts, as she did at this moment.

If mom is alive...

Chapter [-] Mother and Daughter

Irisviel was walking in the forest.

Accompanied by members of the sect, stepping on the slightly damp soil, more and more familiar scenes came into her eyes, making the heart of the puppet who got a second life beat involuntarily.

In the end, it was a place where he had lived for a long time. Even if the blood flowing in his body no longer belonged to Einzbern, such things as memory were not so deceiving.All kinds of the past involuntarily appeared in her mind, disturbing her heart because she was about to see her daughter.

- The unpleasant smell drifted over.

Among the members of the cult, Mary, a blond woman who had met once, stopped, walked to Irisviel's side, and said in a low voice.

"Miss, for your sake, it's better to close your eyes in front of you."

"Huh?" Irisviel looked puzzled.

"There are corpses. I'm afraid it's a corpse you don't want to see."

Mary explained briefly.

Without giving Irisviel time to accept it, everyone turned in front of a tall and straight old tree in front of Einzbern Castle, and the silver-haired puppet caught the eye of the open space outside the castle.

——!

Blood, all blood and corpses.

The people of Einzbern, the androids, and even the "Grandpa Ahad" whom she once feared and respected fell to the ground and lost her head.

Irisviel instantly covered her mouth in horror.

How could... what the hell happened? !

On the way home, Irisviel had naively thought that it would be great if only a quarrel or a simple fight that was enough would solve the problem.

But apparently Rope's words meant much more than that.

This is...the way I choose...

Irisviel forced herself to bow her head, not to look at the terrifying corpses, her shoulders kept shaking in fear.

"Are you all right?"

Mary's face was as usual, and this woman was much more human than the coldness of her fellow cult members.

The remaining pagans didn't bother to care about Irisviel's situation. In their eyes, the silver-haired doll was just a toy for His Excellency the Great Mystic, and there was no need to respect it.

After a long silence, Irisviel shook her head.

"...I'm fine, thank you."

The shaking of her shoulders gradually stopped, and she took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of blood as if she had stepped over some difficult barrier.

The silver-haired puppet took the initiative to walk forward, walking among the corpses of the former tribe.

If this can save Ilya... Forgive me, Grandpa Ahad...

After all, in the heart of the former man, the weight of a daughter has overcome her dead husband, her family's mission, and her grandfather - this is her mother's instinct.

The closer he got to the familiar castle gate, the harder Irisviel's mood could be suppressed.

She felt that her daughter, Illya, could not be wrong with that wonderful feeling.

The half-open door was pushed open with all his strength, and the darkness in the castle was completely expelled by the sunlight in summer, and the stale air brought a warm smell.

Also silver-haired and red-eyed, a young girl very similar to her was standing in the center of the castle, staring blankly at her who pushed the door open.

"Illya..."