Lighting Incense for the Holy Grail

In the spacious study, Maiya Hisau leaned against the window. She lowered her binoculars and shook her head at Kiritsugu Emiya. Her expression was cold and she said nothing, but the meaning was clear: no enemies had followed them. Irisviel had indeed returned alone.

Kiritsugu nodded. Maiya Hisau was his eyes, and he trusted her as deeply as he trusted his own hands and feet. Their relationship could not be explained in just a few words.

Without a doubt, Irisviel knew she had been somewhat cuckolded, yet she trusted Maiya Hisau just as much. It was not because she was airheaded or soft-hearted, but because she had never sensed any threat from Maiya Hisau. The latter was like a part of her husband. If Maiya Hisau were gone one day, Irisviel would probably find it difficult to adjust.

When it came to keeping a harem harmonious and stable, Emiya the Young Hero still had much to learn from his father!

The reason father and son could both become winners in life had much to do with their personalities and beliefs. Though allies of justice were destined to crash and burn until death, girls happened to like men who looked strong on the outside but were soft within. Such men could indulge their girlish natures while satisfying their latent maternal instincts.

That was why men who were too hard could only get into gay relationships. Only those who combined strength with gentleness attracted girls. And if they also had the grand dream of saving the world, that was even more incredible. No girl could refuse a man like that.

Yet Kiritsugu Emiya, a winner in life, was feeling a little flustered. The moment his missing wife returned home, Saber monopolized her. The two were wrapped in each other's arms, leaving him