"Mm, overall, judging from the results, although you're a little anemic, you're generally very healthy."
"Still, why would expelling that stuff from the body cause anemia?"
Adelson scratched his head, unable to make sense of the causal relationship.
"Um, Mr. Adelson, that thing from before..."
"What exactly was it?"
Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling above, Illya wore an uneasy expression.
Anemia was completely negligible right now. What Illya desperately wanted to know was what that black thing was—the thing that had been deceiving her for ten years.
It had disguised itself as her mother, hidden within her body, and guided her.
"Overall, we believe the most likely possibility is black mud that acquired your mother's memories and personality."
"The connection between the Greater Grail and the Lesser Grail provided a path for the black mud to emerge. Other than the final stage, the previous Holy Grail War proceeded normally, so it was probably at the very end of that war that the black mud obtained your mother's personality and memories, then transferred itself into your body."
"More or less... that's how it was."
"If you're feeling unwell, you can rest a little longer."
Adelson smiled at Illya.
Honestly, he now utterly detested the Einzbern family.
Absolute rationality had never been a good thing, especially when paired with a willingness to do anything necessary.
He had no intention of directing his hatred for Einzbern at the child before him. She, too, was a victim of Einzbern.
Perhaps this family truly should not continue to exist.
A trace of coldness entered Adelson's gaze.
Once the dismantling of the Greater Grail was complete, he would find a way... to make Einzbern disappear as well, then return to the Throne of Heroes.
After all—the target was only Jubstacheit. As long