Irisviel Enters the Battle (Two Chapters Owed)

Suddenly, the driver saw a hooded person waving at him under a streetlamp not far ahead. The dim streetlamp cast a long shadow of the person.

Creak--

The man opened the door of the taxi that had just stopped in front of him, got in, and then heard the driver's question:

"Sir, where are you going?"

"There."

The person in the passenger seat pointed in a direction.

Following the direction the man was pointing, the driver, who was intimately familiar with the terrain of Fuyuki City, naturally recognized the direction.

--Miyama Town

But...

"Sir, could you tell me the exact location?"

The driver asked the passenger sitting in the front passenger seat.

"No."

The brief answer left the driver speechless.

Well, based on the driver's many years of experience driving taxis, most passengers with no destination are just in a bad mood and randomly hailed a taxi for a aimless drive.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The most important thing is that these people usually don't have enough money in their pockets to pay for the taxi fare, which makes the driver, who has encountered this situation many times, very frustrated.

"Sir, what are you doing over there?"

Clinging to his last hope, the driver asked one more question.

"Find a 'friend'"

The passenger's answer made the driver breathe a sigh of relief; since the passenger was going to visit a friend, his fare was definitely covered.

The driver, now relaxed, stepped on the gas, but as he started the car, he clearly didn't notice the hidden meaning behind the word "friend" uttered by the passenger beside him.

As the car started moving, the interior gradually became stuffy.

But as a good taxi driver, he obviously wouldn't let the atmosphere remain in such an awkward situation. He started trying to strike up a conversation with the person next to him:

"Sir, didn't your friend tell you where he lives?"

"No, but..."

"But what?" The driver asked, curious about what he was about to say.

"But I have the guidance of 'God'!"

This sudden change in tone caused the driver's hand on the steering wheel to tremble violently, and the car wobbled forward for a short distance before the driver's skillful maneuvering brought it back to normal.

However, the passenger in the front passenger seat was not affected at all; on the contrary, their interest only increased.

"A 'god' is whispering in my ear; all I need to do is follow his instructions!"

Good heavens...

After hearing what the person next to him said, the driver felt like crying. He knew he was wrong; this person wasn't in a bad mood at all, but rather seemed like a patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Don't end up not only failing to get your fare back, but also causing someone else to get hurt.

But since they're already on the bus, it wouldn't be appropriate to ask them to leave now...

"Driver!"

The voice coming from the passenger seat made the driver instinctively shudder:

"You... no, no, you... you said..."

Do you know what 'God' likes?

The driver almost cried when he heard this question. How am I supposed to know what you patients are thinking?

"You don't know either... So, do you think God would like this?"

"Ah?"

The driver's heart was in his throat once again because of this "patient's" problem.

"For example... like this!"

The passenger had barely finished speaking when the driver, who had glanced to the side out of curiosity, was suddenly horrified to find a dagger in his hand. In the blink of an eye, the blade sliced across the man's wrist!

Squeak--!

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and the taxi's tires left a black tire mark on the road.

Hey! Sir!

The driver, who had stopped the car, nervously looked at the passenger in the front seat.

Don't be nervous, it was just a joke.

Seeing the driver's horrified expression, the passenger suddenly laughed, and the "blood-stained" knife tip was pressed against the driver's lips without him even noticing.

"Don't believe me? Smell it; it's just ketchup."

"Uh, this..."

Although the liquid pressed against his lips did indeed smell sweet and sour, the gleaming blade in front of him made the driver's heart pound with fear.

"Just kidding, I didn't scare you, did I?"

The passenger casually put the dagger back in his pocket and asked the driver with a grin.

He cried; the driver was truly crying this time. But facing this "patient," he still answered in a trembling voice.

"No... no..."

Aside from giving directions, the two didn't exchange any more words during the rest of the journey, and the driver didn't dare to bother the "patient" in the passenger seat anymore.

Soon, the taxi stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.

After the passengers got off, the driver didn't even ask for the fare, and drove off into the night. Sitting in the driver's seat, the driver made a silent decision—he would never drive at night again!

Watching the taxi drive away, the "passenger" who had just gotten out showed a regretful expression:

"What a waste of 'material'! Why did 'God' warn me against indiscriminate killing? I just don't understand!"

Scratching his head, the man pulled down his hood, turned around, and surveyed the mansion, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"But compared to 'materials,' I still prefer you, Wang-san ~"

As he said this, the man lifted his foot to take a step forward, but before he could take two steps, he suddenly stopped, held his breath, and tilted his ear as if someone was whispering in his ear.

But what was truly chilling was that he was completely alone.

The moonlight streaming down from the sky only cast his shadow.

"I see..."

Having apparently finished conveying the message, the man nodded. Looking at the mansion before him, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Wow, there are so many intricacies involved! What a pity!"

As the man spoke, he closed his eyes, but the next second, when he opened them again, a pair of eerie eyes appeared in his sockets.

--A pair of eyes filled with an icy blue iridescent light, the center of the pupils resembling the color of an iridescent rainbow.

Looking up at the courtyard in front of him again, the man found that the scene before him had changed:

Twisted lines of varying thickness surrounded the entire mansion, constantly operating according to some kind of pattern. Although it was unclear what these things represented,...

"Why not just 'kill' them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man began his actions!

Step forward! Bend over, and while avoiding eye contact with the "unknown thing" hurtling towards him, the dagger in his right hand is already in his grasp, and he lightly slashes along the line in front of him.

Puff--

The outer barrier surrounding the mansion was like a deflated balloon; as the magic power continued to dissipate, the outer barrier was completely "killed."

"Phew~"

Wiping non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead, the man whistled softly, his icy blue eyes once again fixed on the mansion situated on the land. The lines surrounding the mansion had largely disappeared, but the remaining lines were moving at an increasingly rapid pace, their trajectory completely unpredictable.

Looks like there's still a lot of work to be done.

With these thoughts in mind, the man continued with his "work" until—

"Trespassing on another's territory, Magecraft! Your actions are considered an act of aggression!"

The sudden sound made the man pause, his dagger momentarily lost in his grip. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, narrowly dodging the barrier Magecraft. He looked up and saw—

A silver-haired beauty emerged from the mansion and stood in the moonlight, gazing at him with a stern expression.

Please forgive me Orz

Chapter 109. Irisviel, Entering the Battle (Two chapters owed)

Matou House

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Irisviel gazed at her two sleeping children's faces in the moonlight streaming through the window, a gentle smile curving her lips.

"If Illya were here, these children would surely become very good friends."

Perhaps because they were the same age, although her time with the two children was short, Irisviel couldn't help but think of the little princess who was still waiting for her and Kiritsugu to return to Einzbern Castle.

After the Holy Grail War ends, let Kiritsugu take Illya to see the world beyond Einzbern Castle. Even though I might not be able to see it myself...

"Um?"

Lost in thought, Irisviel was suddenly awakened by a noise coming from the courtyard. Looking out the window, Irisviel was surprised to find a man breaking down the protective barrier around the mansion.

Destroy?

Irisviel was taken aback. Despite being a homunculus, her Magecraft abilities were still top-notch. In her view, Medea's barrier should be impossible to break, yet the person in the courtyard...

In just a few seconds of stunned silence, the man had already broken through most of the courtyard's barrier!

We can't let him continue like this!

Thinking this, Irisviel quickly got up and walked out of the room.

"Trespassing on another's territory, Magecraft! Your actions are considered an act of aggression!"

Irisviel, who had come to the courtyard, looked at the man not far away with a solemn expression.

"Eh~ Madam, who are you??"

To Irisviel's surprise, the man opposite her merely glanced at her before urging Irisviel on:

"Where's Wang-san? Tell him to come out quickly!"

Is this person looking for Caster's Master?

Although Irisviel was surprised, she remained outwardly calm.

He's not here right now.

"What the heck~"

Upon hearing Irisviel's reply, a look of disappointment suddenly appeared on the man's face, but even more so, a look of boredom.

"Since the person you're looking for isn't here, Magecraft, are you still going to stay here?"

"Irisviel asked with a cold expression."

If possible, Irisviel would not want to directly clash with the man in front of her, as the person capable of destroying Caster's barrier must be incredibly powerful, and fighting him could very likely harm the two children.

"I absolutely cannot let him hurt the two children," was Irisviel's only thought at that moment.

"Emmmmm..."

Upon hearing Irisviel's question, the man scratched his head in distress, looking like he wanted to leave but couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Um?"