Faced with Illya's questioning, Anno let out a long sigh toward the sky.
Yes, perhaps I didn't know what kind of person Irisviel truly was.
But at the very least, I knew exactly what kind of person she was not.
"Children, please."
Anno sat down across from Illya, placing his hands on his knees. He looked at Adelson and nodded, then turned to glance at Shirou Emiya.
"Shirou, go sit over there too."
"Huh?"
Shirou Emiya did not immediately understand what Anno meant.
"I said, go sit beside your sister too."
"Perhaps I should be somewhat grateful that I was able to appear in two Holy Grail Wars in a row."
Anno lowered his head, a bitter smile lingering on his lips.
"That way, at least I can let you two children see."
"See what kind of people your parents truly were."
Illya had already shown a look of disgust upon hearing the words "your sister," but after hearing Anno's next sentence, she snapped back to attention, and a trace of anticipation appeared on her face.
Mother.
Among the few warm memories she had, they were all memories left behind by her mother. As for her father—
All Emiya Kiritsugu had left Illya was loneliness and pain.
Then let me see.
What kind of people were Mother and Emiya Kiritsugu, really?
"I understand."
Watching Shirou Emiya sit beside Illya while deliberately maintaining a bit of distance from her, Adelson nodded.
Anno closed his eyes, and Adelson raised a hand, placing it on the head of his elder.
Delving into his heart, Anno actively recalled the memories left behind from the previous Holy Grail War. The scene gradually took shape upon the mirror in Adelson's hand.
"That is..."
Through Anno's eyes, both Illya and Shirou saw it.
Anno appeared to be