That was the look of someone seeing a fellow enthusiast.
"You look like a famous fighter! May I ask your name? And your group? Where do you mainly operate?!"
Heracles: "..."
"Berserker can't speak."
Illya was starting to regret this.
Had she come to the wrong place?
This was simply a terrifying idiot.
"As expected of Rin's relative... No, more accurately... her kind?"
"How rude! What do you mean, saying Miss Tohsaka and I are the same kind?!"
Luvia instantly turned red with rage.
She could tolerate anything else, but not this.
"Please correct that statement at once!!"
"..."
Illya fell silent.
Tired.
Her heart was so tired.
This was starting to feel more and more like Rin herself.
They were both idiots!
"...Yes, I suppose I do acknowledge your strength."
"Hmm~ At least you didn't misjudge that."
Luvia seemed quite pleased by that.
[Holy shit, Luvia.]
[In the end, Illya never apologized at all.]
[She got fooled.]
[She really got fooled, hahaha.]
[Illya and Kiritsugu finally realized that these two would never find Aozaki Touko on their own, even in a hundred years.]
[But there was nothing else they could do, hhh.]
[It's probably because of Rhinegold. That thing screws people over; the Einzberns got completely screwed by it.]
Though she was speechless, Illya could only accept it.
"I'm starting to feel like... we came to the wrong place?"
Illya muttered.
Then she turned to Luvia again. "Well, if you're prepared to lose, then we'll begin."
But Luvia proudly tossed her hair. "Listen well. The outcome of a battle is not measured by strength alone. The one who strives to do their very best, who challenges their own limits, who carries their fighting instincts and pride through to the end—that is the one who may be called the victor!"