There's No Way Emiya Shirou Would Attack Illya! / 1835. Those Sisters Are Just Flirting-Outsiders Should Keep Their Opinions to Themselves!

This was mainly a matter of presentation.

Having two battlefields mixed together was not ideal, so they needed to be separated at a time like this. That way, the audience could enjoy it properly, and the visuals would not become a mess.

Her left hand rose at the same time, fingers loosely curled as she flicked it diagonally downward.

Beneath the bridge, the waters of the Mion River answered her summons.

Three columns of water burst through the darkness, rising beyond the guardrails on either side of the bridge. They twisted and condensed in midair, transforming into three massive swords of ice and water that shot toward Illya.

"No matter how many times I see it, White's magecraft is beautiful. But this isn't built on a modern thaumaturgical foundation... Is this a fairy technique? No, it has elements of that, but swords of this caliber don't quite fit. Hmm... Could it be an Origin? Ah, is that why you can forge Noble Phantasms?"

After all, they had fought once already.

There was no way Illya would have gained nothing from their second encounter.

"But you know—I prepared some special magecraft for White too—"

As she spoke, a silvery-white familiar appeared before her, blocking her path.

This was Illya's magecraft: the White Stork Knight, a stork-shaped familiar woven from threads.

However, this White Stork Knight differed slightly from the one Illya had used before. This one was a larger White Stork Knight.

It stood nearly two meters tall, its surface reinforced. The ice swords crashed into the White Stork Knight with dull impacts, scattering shards of ice everywhere, but failed to cause any real damage.

"...Hm?"

Yet after blocking the attack, Illya froze for a moment.

Because those attacks had never been meant to hit her. They had merely been intended