Facing Illya's question, Annuo looked up to the sky and sighed.
Yes, maybe I don’t know what kind of person Irisviel is.
But, I at least know what kind of person she is.
"My child, please."
Anno sat opposite Illya, put his hands on his knees, looked at Adrosson, nodded, and then turned to look at Emiya Shirou.
"Shirou, sit over there too."
"well?"
Emiya Shirou didn't realize what Anno was talking about.
"I said, you should also sit next to your sister."
"I may be... a little lucky now that I can appear in two Holy Grail Wars in a row."
Annuo lowered his head, with a wry smile on his lips.
"In this case, at least I can let you two children take a look..."
"Take a look and see what kind of people your parents are."
Illya originally showed a disgusted expression when she heard the word "your sister", but after hearing Annuo's next sentence, she came back to her senses and the expression on her face changed to
Some expectations.
Mother...?
The few warmth in the memory is the memory left by my mother. As for my father...
What is left for Illya is loneliness and pain.
...Then, let me take a look, mother, and...Emiya Kiritsugu.
What kind of people are they?
"I see."
Looking at Shirou Emiya who was sitting next to Illya but still deliberately keeping a little distance, Adrosson nodded.
Annuo closed his eyes, and Adroson raised his hand and placed it on his elder's head.
Exploring within, Annuo took the initiative to recall the memories left in the last Holy Grail War, and the scene gradually took shape on the mirror in Adrosson's hand.
"That's..."
Through Anno's eyes, both Illya and Shirou saw it.
Annuo should be standing by a window, looking outside.
A snowy scene is the most common sight in the Einzbern family residence.
And below...
There was a little girl riding on Emiya Kiritsugu's neck. The girl looked very young, that is - Illya.
She was playing with her father in the suspended snowstorm, and she seemed to be enjoying herself.
The most important thing is...
Emiya Kiritsugu and Illya both had smiles on their faces.
"Is that your and the Master's daughter?"
As Annuo's voice sounded, the perspective in the mirror shifted and looked towards the back.
And the person he was looking at...
She is a woman wearing a white skirt, with white hair, red eyes, and a gentle expression.
Holding a plate in her hand, she stood beside the table and smiled when facing Annuo's question.
"Saber, do you like children too?"
Her voice was very pleasant, gentle and slow, and there was a hint of joy in it - she seemed to be very happy that the followers summoned by her husband were caring and happy.
"Mother......"
Illya murmured to herself outside the mirror, clenching her hands unconsciously.
This is the second time Emiya Shirou has seen this face. The one just now was the first time.
But even the second time, he could tell the difference.
The woman in Illya's inner space, both her expression and her tone were full of... suppressed madness, and her malice seemed to break through the blockade of space. It was not at all
What a normal person.
And this thing in Mr. Anno's memory...
As mentioned before, no matter who you are, you can hear her gentleness.
"Children represent hope for the future, so I naturally like them."
Annuo looked out the window again, where the father and daughter were playing.
His voice was filled with doubts.
Below, Emiya Kiritsugu had already put Illya down from his shoulders. He pulled Illya with one finger, and the two of them walked on the thick snow together, making a crunching sound.
.
Illya seemed very interested in the new buds on the pine trees beside the snow path.
"You should be concerned about Kiritsugu."
The perspective moved, and Irisviel's figure had appeared next to another window.
Her eyes were in the same direction as Annuo's. She looked at her husband and daughter and showed a happy smile.
No matter what, it is happiness to see the people you love playing together happily.
Illya looked at her mother like this and opened her mouth slightly.
Mother she...
Would you show such a smile for that man?
Emiya Shirou didn't react at all, he understood what that look in his eyes meant.
"No, what is hidden under her coldness is indeed like this. This is the kind of person he is."
"I'm just thinking...what would make a person like him become like this."
Annuo probably shook his head, and his perspective swayed along with it.
"This is also...a helpless thing."
A trace of regret flashed in Irisviel's eyes.
This kind of regret was captured by everyone.
After all--the look in his eyes that looked extremely happy turned into real pain in an instant. It was an extremely obvious change in his expression.
Her eyes then dodge, then she turned around and walked towards the table - she had just made black tea, and the tea sets were now on the table.
"However, what surprises me more than Kiritsugu's attitude is actually your reaction, Saber."
She lifted the teapot, poured two cups of black tea, placed the tea sets, and pushed one of the cups in Annuo's direction.
The conversation that follows is no longer important because the scene has changed.
It suddenly dawned on him from the darkness. Annuo stood at the boarding gate and looked towards the sky.
He and Irisviel landed in Japan together, and the Fourth Holy Grail War was about to begin.
"This... is the country where Kiritsugu was born..."
Irisviel stood on the gangway, with an expression of excitement and happiness on her face that seemed to overflow. She turned back and glanced at Annuo behind her.
"Saber, how do you feel about air travel?"
This was a bright smile that Illya had never seen in her heart, as if Irisviel was not a mother at all, but a happy young girl.
——In fact, perhaps it is indeed the case.
After all, Irisviel's age, or [production date]...
“Nothing special, but safe enough.”
Annuo looked at Irisviel's smile and smiled the same way.
Then, there was a discussion about airplanes.
But it doesn't matter.
The most important thing——Irisviel’s smile.
Mother......
It turns out that you can also show such a happy smile?
For the first time, Illya felt that her mother seemed a little strange.