Illya's Multiverse Odyssey

"Damn that Acht!"

Before the classical, luxurious castle, Acht was already waiting for her.

"Well done, Illya."

Acht smiled benevolently.

Unfortunately, Su Ning wasn't just Illya—she wouldn't be fooled by his hypocritical face.

Few magi in the Type-Moon world were mentally sound, especially old monsters like Acht who had lived for centuries.

The original Illya had been deceived by him into believing that Kiritsugu Emiya had abandoned her as a daughter. In truth, Kiritsugu often returned here, trying to rescue Illya.

But every time, Acht wounded him and drove him away. Within a few years, Kiritsugu died from his severe injuries.

Calling Acht Illya's father's murderer wouldn't be an exaggeration.

"Hmph!"

Su Ning snorted coldly, ignoring him completely. She brushed past him and walked straight through the main gate.

Acht, true to his nature as a centuries-old monster, showed no anger. Instead, his expression grew even more genial.

After all, whether Illya grew close to him or forgave him didn't matter at all. As long as she obediently participated in the Holy Grail War and achieved final victory, that was enough.

By then, Illya would become the Lesser Grail, completely losing her self-awareness, while he could seize the chance to make a wish through the contingency the Einzbern family had left when setting up the ritual.

"Heh. Old monster, do you think I'll let you live that long?" Su Ning sneered.

Now that she had left the Winter Forest, she could use magecraft again.

Though Acht had deliberately ensured she learned almost no spells in the past ten years, she still knew basic magical perception.

The shifts in Acht's expression couldn't escape her senses.

Likewise, her every move was under Acht's surveillance, so she could only put on a poker face, pretending to still be angry.

"If I had Heracles launch a surprise attack right now, could I take out Acht..."

"No. A monster who's lived that long definitely has plenty of trump cards. Better to be cautious."

"At the very least, I need to get the Dress of Heaven first."

Su Ning pondered silently.

"Young lady!"

"I want to bathe and change clothes!"

"Yes, young lady!"

It was worth noting that, to create homunculi comparable to the Winter Saint, the entire Einzbern family—aside from Acht—consisted of female homunculi, inside and out, all bearing similar faces.

If someone were a bit face-blind, they probably couldn't tell who was who.

Fortunately, Su Ning had inherited all of Illya's memories and didn't slip up.

Still... bathing was far too awkward.