That evening, at the Einzbern Family's castle.
Warm pool water gave off a hazy mist as the completely naked Illya slowly rose from the bath. Beside her, the serving homunculi hurriedly wiped her body dry—
"It's already been three days." Illya expressionlessly allowed the attendants to dry her off, then suddenly said softly, "Berserker's Noble Phantasm has fully recovered."
"Yes." Behind her, the equally expressionless homunculus attendant held Illya's clothes in both hands and nodded lightly. "According to the familiars' investigation, the Archer who defeated Berserker three days ago has already..."
"Berserker wasn't defeated!" Illya turned back in displeasure and shot her a cold glare. "He was merely caught in a two-against-one trap because he wasn't prepared and they appeared suddenly."
"...Yes, but that Archer has already defeated Assassin and Rider, and is currently doing his utmost to eliminate Caster. I believe we could..."
"Hey, have you finished investigating that Archer's information?" Illya impatiently cut her off, casually taking
the clothes and long boots from her hands and slowly putting them on herself.
She was truly fed up with these servants who spoke of nothing but the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail, but...
There seemed to be nothing she could do about it. After all, this was her fate and mission.
Illya lowered her eyes. Just as she was about to fasten her buttons, she glanced at her undeveloped chest... After all, she herself was the Holy Grail.
Illya sighed. After getting dressed, she accepted the reports on the other Servants and the familiars' findings from the attendant. Unlike the other Masters, after their previous failure caused by leaving everything entirely to Kiritsugu Emiya's discretion, Acht, the head of the Einzbern Family, not only maintained constant contact with Illya this time, but also sent several homunculi to