"...What are you going to do?"
Although her restraints had been removed, Illya did not stand up or let down her guard. She continued to glare angrily and coldly at Anno, who stood before her.
Anno shook his head and released his grip once more.
The Holy Sword vanished again. He turned around, and all Illya could see was Anno's silver-white cloak, along with the patterns upon it representing the creed of the Knights of the Round Table.
"Leave."
"Even if you refuse to acknowledge Emiya Kiritsugu, you should at least acknowledge Irisviel."
"I once cared for her with my own hands. I watched her walk toward death, yet in the end, I could do nothing."
"So leave."
"I won't let Shirou seek revenge, on the condition that you don't try to attack Shirou's stronghold again."
Having said that, Anno fell silent.
"Huh?"
Illya clearly had not expected Anno to let her go so easily.
"...You're really letting me go just like that?"
Anno did not answer Illya's question. Nor did he linger in the room any longer. He simply walked out, leaving the door open behind him.
Illya lowered her head and pondered for a moment. Gritting her teeth, she cautiously followed behind Anno and moved to the side of the doorway.
She did not immediately walk out. Instead, she poked her head out from the room and carefully looked around twice.
Shirou Emiya, Hinako Akuta, that Rider, Saber Anno, were all in the courtyard. Berserker was also there, sitting on the ground with his hands bound just like hers had been.
Shirou Emiya did not notice her head peeking out at all. He sat alone on the steps with his head lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
When Hinako Akuta saw her, she narrowed her eyes. A dangerous aura