"I'm on your side. I'm an Einzbern girl, and there are no Einzberns in the Lostbelt—so this is resistance, more or less."
Sitonai finally spared Fou, who had already begun to look mentally drained, and spoke with a smile.
This time, Norla's body showed no reaction.
Instead, he looked at his arm in surprise.
The Einzbern souls within his body did not hate Selim alone. Einzbern, who had given them to Selim and allowed them to suffer every torment, was equally an object of their hatred.
"So, you can call me Illya."
So are we close enough now?
Or did Fou just earn us a wave of favorability?
Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up the pitiful-looking Fou and smiled helplessly.
"Then, is the goddess Illya of Proper Human History standing before us now?"
Passing out counted as a form of sleep. She blinked and tilted her head as she looked at Illya.
"My, you really are quite carefree, aren't you? I don't dislike that."
With her hands behind her back, Illya smiled at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
For the time being, she was fairly satisfied with this Master.
"Still, that earlier battle was rather embarrassing. Judging by the timeline, I should have manifested around the same time as that emperor over there, but I accomplished nothing. Instead, Scathach-Skadi discovered me right away and threw me into the deepest dungeon."
"It was so boring during that time. So boring that there wasn't even anyone to talk to."
As she spoke, her expression became somewhat sorrowful again.
"But now that I have all of you, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"
"Fou!"
Fou leaped out of Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms and onto the culprit who had just been rubbing his head.
"Oh my, are you comforting me? Thank you."
This time, rather than rubbing Fou's head again,