Kiritsugu Emiya

Illya gently held Airi's hands in both of hers, her fingertips slightly cold. Her silver-white hair gleamed softly in the dim light surrounding the underground Great Cavern.

She tilted her head, a playful smile appearing on her face.

"Sorry, Mom. I was just making a little joke~"

Ripples stirred in Airi's crimson eyes as she gently caressed Illya's cheek.

"Fate truly is impossible to predict."

"I never thought I'd be able to keep living in this world."

As a sacrifice of the Fourth Holy Grail War, Airi should have perished with that war. This reunion now felt like a miracle.

She suddenly remembered that frozen...