As Illya spoke, she pointed at Chloe. A golden beam descended onto Chloe, enveloping her completely.
"—Even if I maintain maximum magical output, the speed won't increase!"
As she spoke, Little Black's body was rapidly strengthening at a terrifying rate.
"And I've already mastered this power!"
Illya couldn't help but reveal an excited smile.
Although this power couldn't increase strength, and its boosts to agility and defense weren't particularly obvious, it could replenish vitality while locking it in place, making the body incomparably stable—this was a power that could grant eternal youth and immortality!
Unfortunately, it had little effect on a Heroic Spirit's body, whose essence was a fusion of soul and energy.
The group left the Greater Holy Grail, which had exhausted its mana and entered dormancy, returning to the interior of the mountain.
"Goodbye, Illya!"
"Goodbye... Berserker!"
Illya looked at Heracles, who only had his final life remaining, her eyes filled with deep reluctance.
To be honest, she had wanted to keep Heracles with her, but he had no wish he wanted to fulfill. It would have been too selfish of her to force him to stay.
"Oh, right, I have a gift for you—"
As he spoke, Heracles suddenly plunged his hand into his chest and pulled out a sphere of light.
"This is—"
"The manifestation of the Noble Phantasm Twelve Labors. Unfortunately, Hyakume leans more toward a martial skill, so it can't be manifested into a physical form like this."
Illya understood his meaning and immediately began analyzing the Twelve Labors before her.
The bond between her and Heracles was nowhere near as deep as the one between the original Illya and Berserker. Their relationship was simply that of an ordinary Master and Servant. Yet Heracles had specially prepared such a gift for her, and she