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Sera and Leysritt surrendered, and Emiya did not restrict their personal freedom.
Soon after, Emiya formally took control of the Einzbern Castle.
The two maids were furious and resentful, yet completely helpless.
Illya was in Emiya's hands.
"Medea, give me a hand," Emiya said as he placed the unconscious Illya onto the sofa in the living room.
"Can you strip her Command Seals and transfer them to me?"
Medea smiled charmingly.
"No problem at all, Master."
Rin Tohsaka had already calmed down on the way here.
She raised an eyebrow at this, feeling herself drifting farther and farther away from any chance of winning the Holy Grail War.
Still, she asked, "Are you sure your magic power can handle four Servants?"
Under normal circumstances, a Master could only support one Servant.
In battle, Servants relied entirely on their Master's magic power.
Once that ran out, they would forcibly convert the Master's life force into magic to continue fighting.
Four Servants.
That was enough to drain someone dry.
Emiya replied calmly, "Don't worry. There's no problem."
With Magic Stones available, numbers didn't matter.
Then Medea carefully removed Illya's Command Seals and transferred them to Emiya.
However, Emiya did not immediately summon Heracles back from the South Pole.
The reason was simple.
Heracles had no sanity.
Even with Emiya as his Master, there was a very real chance Heracles would attack him on sight.
So preparation was necessary.
"Medea," Emiya asked, "what if I use a Command Seal to directly change Heracles's class?"
He remembered something from another world.
In Fate/strange fake, a magus named Bazdilot Cordelion had summoned Heracles as an Archer.
In that state, Heracles manifested as the flawless great hero of legend.
He possessed chivalry.
He would refuse orders such as "harm a child for victory" and would instead treat the issuer as an enemy.
But because the Master desired not a noble hero, but a ruthless tool, she had used black mud and three Command Seals to twist him into an Avenger/Archer.
After that distortion, he abandoned the name "Heracles" and took his childhood name.
Alcides.
Since class alteration was possible through Command Seals and black mud, Emiya wondered if he could directly change Heracles from Berserker to Archer.
A sane Heracles would be much easier to deal with.
Medea considered this carefully before replying, "It's not impossible, Master. But it will require some things."
"What things?"
Medea smiled faintly. "Nothing rare. Leave it to me. I'll give you a surprise tomorrow morning."
Emiya nodded.
"Alright."
Then he turned to Rin Tohsaka.
"What about you? Are you staying here, or going back home?"
After some thought, Rin chose to stay.
She had no intention of becoming enemies with someone who commanded four Servants.
Emiya agreed.
He then returned the unconscious Illya to Leysritt and Sera.
After all, without her Command Seals, Illya was no longer a threat.
This completely caught the two maids off guard.
They had assumed Emiya would kill Illya.
They knew better than anyone that Illya was the Lesser Grail.
"Prepare a room for me," Emiya said.
Leysritt handed Illya to Sera and stepped forward, acting the part of a hostess.
"Please follow me."
Emiya ignored the subtle provocation.
After entering the room Leysritt prepared, he washed up and went straight to sleep.
Dungeon exploration by day.
Holy Grail War by night.
It was fulfilling.
And exhausting.
He slept deeply.
The next morning, a loud commotion woke him.
Emiya opened the door.
"What happened?"
In the hallway, Cu Chulainn stood facing Leysritt, Sera, and Illya.
The moment Illya saw Emiya, she rushed over and began pounding his chest with her small fists.
"Give him back to me! Give him back to me! Give Berserker back right now!"
Emiya: "...Do you have any awareness of your position as the loser?"
"I don't care! I don't care!" Tears rolled down Illya's face. "Give Berserker back! He's my Berserker!"
She had woken up to find her Command Seals gone.
After Leysritt explained what happened, she learned that Berserker had been taken.
So she stormed over in a fury.
But the moment she saw Emiya, the memory of being knocked unconscious surfaced.
Her momentum vanished.
What remained looked less like confrontation-
And more like childish sulking.
Completely different from the murderous Illya of last night.
Emiya admitted it.
He was charmed.
"...Alright, alright. I'll give him back to you."
It was just Heracles.
He could give him back.
"Really?" Illya looked up, shocked and delighted.
A tear still clung to the corner of her eye.
It was devastatingly cute.
"Really," Emiya nodded seriously.
"You're not lying?"
"I'm not lying."
"Then pinky promise."
She extended her little finger.
Emiya didn't hesitate.
They hooked fingers.
Both were satisfied.
Though Emiya vaguely felt Leysritt looking at him like trash.
Probably his imagination.
He told himself that.
Soon after, everyone gathered in the living room.
Rin Tohsaka, Medea, and Artoria were already there.
Red Archer was in the kitchen.
Cooking.
That caught Emiya's interest.
Everyone knew Red Archer excelled at housekeeping.
He was an outstanding chef.
Extremely popular in Chaldea.
"Mom, make me some soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tempura," Emiya ordered casually.
An irritated voice came from the kitchen.
"Who are you calling 'mom'?"
"Obviously you."
"I don't remember having that nickname."
"You will in Chaldea. Your cooking is way too popular. You're basically the official chef."
Red Archer: ...
Rin Tohsaka: ...
She knew it.
Even after becoming a Servant, Emiya Shirou couldn't escape cooking.
Because his food really was good.
Despite his reluctance, Red Archer still prepared everything.
Emiya ate enthusiastically.
"Not bad. There's still a gap compared to the Fairy of the Underworld, but it's at least on par with the top graduate of Totsuki Culinary Academy."
Rin couldn't help asking, "What's Totsuki?"
"It's a culinary academy in another world. Every graduate is elite. The top graduate is the best of the best."
"I've never heard of it."
"Another world."
"And the Fairy of the Underworld? She's not an actual fairy, right?"
"No. It's just a title. She's the head chef of the Kikkaro restaurant in Sichuan. Her dishes glow."
Red Archer snapped instantly.
"Hey, hey. Kikkaro restaurant, glowing dishes. Are you talking about Chuuka Ichiban!?"
"So that manga exists here too," Emiya said.
"It really does," Red Archer replied, covering his face.
After breakfast, Emiya followed through on his promise.
He returned Heracles to Illya.
Medea was surprised, but she obeyed.
She restored Illya's Command Seals.
"Master, should we proceed with the next step?"
Emiya turned to Illya.
He was no longer Heracles's Master.
Illya looked confused.
But Leysritt, who had overheard everything the night before, explained it all.
Illya's eyes lit up.
"Berserker can really regain his sanity?"
Emiya glanced at Medea.
"In theory, there's no issue."
"I want that!" Illya said immediately. "I want Berserker to regain his sanity!"
Her feelings for Heracles were genuine.
Emiya considered it.
Then agreed.
First, he signed a Self-Contract with Illya.
One clause was absolute.
Illya was forbidden from becoming Emiya's enemy in this Holy Grail War.
Illya accepted without hesitation.
With the contract complete, Emiya nodded to Medea.
She began.
The gate to the South Pole opened.
Heracles, wandering across the Antarctic continent, was retrieved.
Back at the Einzbern Castle, Illya stepped forward.
Her presence calmed the raging Heracles.
Medea prepared a magic circle in the main hall on the top floor.
Heracles stood at its center.
The ritual began.
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