The First Meeting of Siblings and the Attacking King of Heroes

Let us turn the clock back to evening.

Illya, with the spiritualized Heracles at her side, slowly walked through the streets of Fuyuki City.

The Emiya Residence stood quietly at the end of the street. Its old wooden gate and weathered stone walls bore the marks of time.

Standing before the house, Illya let her gaze wander over every brick and tile as complicated emotions welled up within her.

This was where her father, Kiritsugu Emiya, had once lived. Here, he had adopted her younger brother, Emiya Shirou. Here, his life had come to an end.

"That man..." Illya's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an almost imperceptible tremble. "After abandoning Mother and me, he adopted my little brother here... and then died?"

Her gaze lingered over every detail of the residence, as though she wanted to find traces of her father within it.

"What a shame. I can't kill that man with my own hands." Though her words were cruel, her expression was strange.

Was the expression on that little face one of relief, or regret?

Even she could not tell, and perhaps she never would.

Just then, the house's gate gave a soft creak, breaking the stillness around them.

Illya turned her head and saw Emiya Shirou standing in the doorway.

Bathed in the light of the setting sun, his figure cast a long shadow, giving off a warm and welcoming feeling.

It was already after school. Having not participated in any club activities, Emiya Shirou had returned home early.

As he pushed open the gate and entered, a white figure caught his eye.

"Little girl, are you lost?" Looking at the young Illya, Emiya Shirou spoke gently and with concern, his eyes full of kindness.

He walked up to Illya, crouched down, and met her gaze at