Illya's Complete Coma

Lancer, clad in a blue bodysuit, rested his crimson spear on his shoulder and waved at Sasuke Uchiha with a grin:

"Little brother, we meet again."

"Don't worry, I just got here."

"Besides, I'm not the type who enjoys eavesdropping on others."

"But I'm not here for you this time."

As he spoke, Lancer stood up from his crouch on the rooftop railing, brandishing his spear and pointing the freezing, blood-red tip toward Archer:

"My target tonight is him."

Sasuke had kept his Mangekyou Sharingan active the entire time, and he replied with a blank expression:

"Do as you please."

"But you'd better stay far away, otherwise..."

"I might just slaughter you both."

Lancer had been nearby when Sasuke fought Gilgamesh at Einzbern. For a Heroic Spirit like him, missing such a fierce duel would have been a terrible shame.

Although Lancer could hardly have imagined Gilgamesh suffering such a defeat back then, he had to admit, he was somewhat impressed by Sasuke.

Lancer felt that if he were to face a serious Sasuke, he would likely be defeated in just a few exchanges.

Fortunately, Lancer's Master wasn't entirely foolish; at least, they hadn't ordered Lancer to deal with Sasuke.

Though Lancer still couldn't fathom why his Master wanted him to eliminate Archer.

Lancer curled his lips, his eyes locked onto Archer:

"Archer, since the little brother isn't exactly welcoming us, do you dare follow me somewhere else?"

Archer hadn't expected his conversation with Sasuke to be interrupted like this. Though displeased, his expression remained unchanged:

"My apologies, Lancer, but I snuck out tonight behind my Master's back."

"I'm afraid I must decline."

With those words, Archer leaped into the air!

Seeing this, Lancer snorted coldly, gripped his spear, and gave chase toward Archer!

It wasn't until both had vanished into the shopping district that Sasuke's Mangekyou Sharingan reverted to the Three Tomoe, finally fading back into his deep, dark eyes.

A cold wind swept through the shopping district, weaving through the labyrinthine streets.

Though the wind howled, a sense of tranquility finally descended.

Sasuke stared at the bright moon hanging in the sky with a blank expression, seemingly lost in thought.

Archer never returned, and it was unclear whether Lancer had killed him.

The night passed without incident.

The next day was like any other; Sasuke opened the doors to Fish Fresh House early in the morning.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the morning mist was thick, casting a hazy veil over the distant streets.

Just as Sasuke was checking the facilities on the first floor, soft footsteps echoed from upstairs.

Illya, dressed in pink and white pajamas, descended the stairs while gripping the banister.

The loose pajamas she wore clearly belonged to Kaoru Sakura.

Illya's demeanor was noticeably better than it had been yesterday.

Perhaps it was because she had finally gotten a good night's sleep.

Sasuke merely glanced at Illya before returning to his work.

"Thank you."

Illya said.

Sasuke, wearing rubber boots and a waterproof apron, calmly searched the tanks for sluggish fish, scooping them into a bucket with a net.

"It has nothing to do with me."

"If you want to thank someone, thank Kaoru Sakura."

If not for Kaoru Sakura, Sasuke would have had no interest in keeping a nuisance like Illya around.

But it didn't matter; as long as Kaoru Sakura was happy, that was enough.

As for the trouble that was Illya, it wasn't a big deal to Sasuke.

Illya understood this perfectly.

If not for Kaoru Sakura, Sasuke Uchiha would never have paid her any mind, let alone saved her.

Regardless, she was grateful to Sasuke.

So, in response to his words, Illya nodded:

"Yes, Kaoru has been very kind to me."

"I like her too."

Sasuke's expression didn't change at these words; he simply picked up the bucket of fish and headed to the cutting board, preparing to fillet them.

Seeing that Sasuke didn't seem particularly welcoming, Illya offered her thanks and prepared to head upstairs to her room.

Just as Illya was about to lift the hem of her dress to bow and take her leave of Sasuke:

Kaoru Sakura, rubbing her sleepy eyes, walked downstairs wearing a white nightgown. Her hair was a tangled mess, and she yawned with a long, drawn-out tone:

"Ah..."

"Good morning... Illya..."

"Big brother... thanks for your hard work starting so early..."

"What are you two planning to eat for breakfast?"

"I'll go prepare it right now."

Sasuke looked toward the still-groggy Kaoru Sakura while continuing to clean the fish:

"It's still early. If you're tired, go back to sleep."

Hearing this, Kaoru Sakura rubbed her eyes, which were tearing up from the yawn, and felt a bit more awake:

"I definitely won't be able to fall back asleep now."

Since she couldn't get an answer out of Sasuke, Kaoru Sakura quickly shifted her target to Illya.

She lunged forward, clinging to Illya's back in a lazy, languid manner:

"Illya, is there anything you want to eat this morning?"

Although Illya was struggling to support the weight of Kaoru Sakura draped over her back, she smiled happily:

"There isn't anything in particular I'm craving."

"But as long as it's something Kaoru makes, I'll love it."

Illya's answer filled Kaoru Sakura with joy. She squinted her eyes to inspect the fish Sasuke was processing and said:

"Big brother, that's a sea bass you're cleaning, right?"

"I want a portion for some pan-seared fish fillets this morning."

"Please call me once you've finished slicing them; I'm going to go steam the rice."

"Pan-seared fish fillets that are crispy, crunchy, and fragrant are the perfect match for rice!"

"Illya, you're definitely going to love it!"

"I still have some confidence in my cooking, after all!"

Kaoru Sakura had made herself hungry just talking about it, and she dragged Illya upstairs.

Sasuke silently sliced the fish, and once he had enough for a portion, he set it aside for Kaoru Sakura to use for breakfast.

It was a scene full of the simple atmosphere of daily life.

Noon and evening.

Both passed with the same tranquility.

Time slipped away with unusual speed in this peaceful environment.

The busyness and trivialities of the day at Fish Fresh House had gradually faded away, leaving behind only a sense of quiet and contentment.

As night fell, the shopping street was brilliantly lit, filled with women chatting about their daily lives and children playing in the streets.

Perhaps the day would have ended in such peace.

However, Sasuke, who had been downstairs at Fish Fresh House cleaning up the day's refuse, suddenly heard a dull thud from the second floor.

Sasuke instantly sensed an ominous premonition.

The moment Sasuke appeared on the second floor, his brows furrowed.

Illya had collapsed onto the living room carpet, completely unconscious!

Kaoru Sakura was kneeling on the floor, looking at the unconscious Illya in a panic.

Just a moment ago, Illya had said she felt a bit dizzy and wanted to go to her bedroom to rest, but the moment she stood up, she had collapsed directly onto the floor.

Kaoru Sakura had no idea what had happened.

She only knew that Illya's forehead was burning hot, yet her hands and feet were ice-cold, as if she were suffering from a high fever.

No matter how many times Kaoru Sakura called out Illya's name, she couldn't wake her.

Seeing Sasuke come up, the frantic Kaoru Sakura finally felt like she had a pillar of support, though her voice was already thick with tears:

"I don't know what happened to Illya, she just suddenly fainted!"

"Her forehead is burning up..."

"Should we hurry and take Illya to the hospital?"

As she finished speaking, the anxious Kaoru Sakura looked up at Sasuke.

Before Kaoru Sakura could even fully catch sight of Sasuke, she felt an overwhelming wave of exhaustion wash over her.

"Brother..."

With that final word, Kaoru Sakura collapsed limply against Illya.

Sasuke stared at the unconscious Illya with a blank expression, his Mangekyou Sharingan glowing with a dark, blood-red light.