Looking at herself in the mirror, Illya felt as though a lifetime had passed.
Was she still herself, really?
If that guy inside her had been leading her down an evil path all along, then everything she had done up to now—
At that thought, Illya's face flushed with anger.
Hating her father and hurting her "brother." That was more or less how her past actions could be described.
If everything had truly happened as it had in Anno's memories, then she...
Fine. As his daughter, there was still nothing wrong with resenting Emiya Kiritsugu's actions. After all, Emiya Kiritsugu had intended to gamble Irisviel's life on a peaceful future. No explanation could refute that.
But—Irisviel had supported Emiya Kiritsugu.
She had offered herself willingly.
If Emiya Kiritsugu had sacrificed Irisviel's life unilaterally, Illya could have hated him without reservation, just as she had before. But now that she knew the truth...
Illya clenched her fists.
How was she supposed to face Emiya Kiritsugu, her father?
And how was she supposed to face Shirou Emiya, her "brother"?
She... couldn't figure it out.
At least, not yet.
Were the others waiting for her outside?
—Splash!
Illya suddenly scooped up some water and splashed it over her face.
"—Illya." Seeing Illya come down the stairs with her lips pressed together, Anno stood up.
Though Hinako Akuta had said "everyone," there were actually only a few Servants waiting here, along with the Demi-Servant Shirou Emiya.
Everyone else had gone to sleep. Though Einzbern Castle had suffered some damage, there were still quite a few habitable rooms. With Sella and Leysritt's help, everyone had been assigned a temporary room.
Seemingly sensing his Master's presence, Berserker, who had been sitting quietly alone at the edge of the hall, stood and walked over to Illya.
"Roar..."