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Under Illya's gentle reassurance, the irrational Hercules stepped into the center of the magic circle.
Medea activated it.
Driven by mana, the formation released a soft, steady glow.
Hercules stood there without expression, unmoving, as if the magic had no effect on him at all.
Then, in the next instant, Medea took out a bottle filled with blue liquid and threw it.
The bottle shattered.
The liquid splashed across Hercules's body, seeping into him through his pores.
His body trembled.
Illya immediately spoke up, gently comforting him.
"This is the moment," Medea said calmly. "Begin."
Illya nodded.
She raised her hand and activated a Command Spell.
"With this Command Spell, I order you-regain your sanity, Berserker."
One Command Spell vanished.
Hercules's body shook violently.
The madness inside him erupted like a flood bursting through a dam.
He threw his head back and roared at the sky.
At the same time, the light beneath his feet rose upward, forming a circular barrier that sealed him inside the magic circle.
The intense light swallowed him whole.
Hercules let out an earth-shaking roar.
"What are you waiting for?" Medea shouted. "Use another Command Spell, now!"
Illya didn't hesitate.
"With this Command Spell, I order you-regain your sanity, Berserker!"
Another Command Spell disappeared.
"AAAAAAHHHH-!"
Hercules's roar grew even louder.
The circular barrier trembled violently, cracks spreading across it as if it would shatter at any moment.
Illya clenched her teeth, about to use the third Command Spell-
Then the roar weakened.
Emiya raised an eyebrow.
At the same time, the unstable magic circle slowly settled.
Medea smiled.
"It's fine now, Master."
She dispelled the magic circle.
The light faded.
Hercules was revealed.
But he was no longer the same.
The wild, irrational Berserker was gone.
Standing there was a towering man over two and a half meters tall, his muscles dense and powerful.
Though not as exaggerated as his Berserker form, this appearance was far closer to the hero of myth.
His physique surpassed that of any human.
It was like a statue carved by the gods themselves.
Muscles and blood brimming with pure internal mana-divine power.
Just standing there, his presence dominated the space.
Even a small movement carried weight, making observers unconsciously straighten their posture.
Yet despite that overwhelming power, his demeanor was calm.
Refined.
Noble.
"Thank you for your assistance," Hercules said, turning toward Medea and Emiya. "Both you, and your Master."
Now fully sane, he immediately expressed his gratitude.
No Servant wished to be summoned as a Berserker.
To lose reason and act on instinct alone was a nightmare.
So the moment he regained himself, his thanks were sincere.
Illya looked up at him.
This Hercules felt unfamiliar.
Still, she gathered her courage.
"...Are you still my Berserker?"
"Yes, my Master."
Hercules smiled gently.
For the first time, he spoke to Illya with words.
He was exceptionally patient with children.
He was the kind of Heroic Spirit who would never accept an order to harm a child for the sake of victory.
Anyone who issued such a command would be his enemy.
In the Rin route, he had even surpassed his own legend to protect Illya.
From this alone, it was clear how he felt about children.
Perhaps it had something to do with the tragedy of killing his own children when he went mad in life.
Whatever the reason, in Emiya's eyes, Hercules and Illya were the real "true love" pairing of the Fifth Holy Grail War.
Medea spoke with a playful smile.
"Hercules, while Illya is your Master, it was my Master and I who restored your sanity. So how do you plan to repay us?"
Emiya glanced at Medea, saying nothing.
He let her handle it.
Hercules answered without hesitation.
"If the opponent is not a child, then I am willing to fight for you and your Master, Medea."
"That would be wonderful," Medea replied, clearly pleased.
"But I have one request," Hercules added.
"Oh?" Medea said. "What kind of request?"
"As a disciple of Hecate, you should already understand my Master's condition," Hercules said as he lifted Illya and seated her on his shoulder.
Medea nodded.
She already knew.
Illya was the Lesser Holy Grail.
"I need your help," Hercules said frankly.
Fighting was never an issue for him.
No matter how many enemies there were, or who they were, he only needed to know where to strike.
But when it came to saving Illya, he was helpless.
He was still only a demigod.
Fortunately, a true Age of Gods magus stood before him.
"Alright," Medea said easily. "It's a little troublesome, but not difficult. We just need to replace the body."
This level of work posed no challenge to her.
"Tell me what you need," Emiya said.
"No problem," Medea replied with a smile.
She knew her Master could create materials out of thin air.
That made things simple.
Following her instructions, Emiya quickly prepared everything.
At this point, Rin Tohsaka realized she had nothing left to do.
She said goodbye and hurried off with Archer.
Of course, she wasn't going home.
She was going to school.
Among everyone present, she was the only actual student.
A high school student who could save the world.
Illya's physical age was also that of a high schooler, but as the last Master of the Einzbern family, she was rich enough to never worry about school.
Rin, on the other hand, was genuinely poor.
Jewel Magecraft was expensive.
Medea spent the entire day creating a suitable doll.
By evening, she transferred Illya's soul into the new body.
Between Emiya's materials and Medea's craftsmanship, the doll was indistinguishable from a real human.
After the transfer, Illya was no different from a healthy little girl.
The body had a lifespan of several decades.
When it wore out, it could simply be replaced.
In a way, this was a form of immortality.
Of course, it had a flaw.
It couldn't stop the soul from deteriorating.
A perfect example was Zouken Matou-Makiri Zolgen.
Once an idealist, he slowly forgot his original goal as time passed.
In the end, all that remained was a man who feared death.
That, too, was a tragedy.
Preserving the soul over long periods was never simple.
Still, Emiya wasn't worried.
He had plenty of solutions.
After receiving her new body, Illya looked at her old one with a complicated expression.
After a moment, she turned to Medea.
"I'll leave it to you."
"Don't worry," Medea replied, gazing at Illya's original body lying quietly on the sofa. "I'll make good use of it."
She seemed to already be considering how to turn it into the Lesser Holy Grail.
Just then, Rin Tohsaka and Archer returned from school.
Emiya, lounging on the sofa, looked at Archer.
"Since you're back, why don't you make dinner?"
Archer frowned.
"Don't order me around. I'm not your Servant."
Emiya turned to Rin.
She waved her hand.
"Go make dinner."
Archer clicked his tongue and headed into the kitchen anyway.
More and more, he felt like a nagging mother.
Rin walked over and sat across from Emiya.
"I saw Shinji today."
"And?" Emiya asked.
Rin's expression twisted with disgust.
"I want to kill him."
"Then why didn't you?" Emiya shot back. "With your strength, Shinji Matou shouldn't stand a chance."
As long as Archer kept Medea busy, trash like Shinji wouldn't last a second against Rin.
Rin hesitated.
"Killing Shinji is easy. But if I do it myself... I don't know how I'll face Sakura afterward."
Emiya understood immediately.
"So you want me to do it."
Rin's face reddened.
"...Anyway, you're not from this world. If you kill him, you can just leave. There won't be consequences."
Emiya thought it over.
"Alright. It's not troublesome."
"We'll do it tonight, after dinner."
"We'll raid the Matou household."
"Don't hurt Sakura," Rin said quickly.
"Relax," Emiya replied. "I know that better than you do. She's a pitiful girl."
He shook his head.
If he had arrived during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Sakura Matou might have been named Emiya Sakura.
This could only be called bad luck.
And there was nothing Emiya could do about it.
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