Irisviel and Illya have very similar faces, but they are essentially different. Illya is an embryo formed by a normal mother. The reason why she is still a man-made person is that she has undergone many abnormal magic adjustments before she was born. Her growth is very slow, and she completely stopped growing before the second characteristic appeared, so her body shape and appearance remain at the age of 9.
According to Duke's judgment, even if she survived the Holy Grail War, her remaining life span would be less than a year. It can only be said that the Einzbern family, as one of the three great families, has become abnormal in its desire for the Holy Grail.
None of this meant anything to Duke. He only knew that after Irisviel, he had unlocked all of Illya's abilities, plus Sakura... the only thing missing was Rin Toosaka! The door of the training chamber opened, and Illya walked out naked. Her new body was adjusted to 18 years old, the same age as her original body. Duke looked at her from top to bottom, left to right, front to back, and nodded as he looked: "Tsk tsk, she really looks like your mother!"
Although Illya was immature, she had a sense of shame. She snatched the white coat handed to her by Duke and put it on, gritting her teeth and saying, "Don't tell me that this was also the process when my mother reshaped her body!"
"Of course, science is a rigorous matter, and necessary processes cannot be omitted. Come, take your hands away, and I will take a few photos of you for archiving to facilitate subsequent research."
"A pervert! A big pervert!"
"Interesting, they are indeed mother and daughter, even their lines are the same."
Berserker——Lancelot! Duke looked at the four people with satisfaction and said, "There are two groups of Masters and Servants who have fallen into the trap outside the barrier. Treat them well. Be careful. It doesn't matter what happens to the Servants, but don't hurt the Masters. I promised Sakura."
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Rider——Medusa!
“Emiya Kiritsugu is a big shot who can conquer the Four Heavenly Kings. To be fair, let Berserker go with Illya…” Duke gave a wicked smile: “Kiritsugu, don’t blame me for being rude, I’m doing this for your own good. Who told you not to appreciate what you have so well?”
"No, no, this is my body, you can't do this."
Berserker said nothing, picked up Illya from the wall and left. Duke looked at their backs thoughtfully. If Illya were to go alone, her fighting ability would be worrying. She would probably be captured by Kiritsugu Emiya in a few moves, and then they would act like a loving family.
"No, the situation at home is a bit complicated, and I haven't mentioned it to anyone." Sakura was not serious about the Holy Grail War and was prepared to be a bystander throughout.
Illya swallowed her saliva and said in a flattering tone: "Um...Uncle, what are you going to do with her?"
Duke snorted coldly and ignored her, starting to study the 9-year-old girl on the test bench. Although she was an empty shell without a soul, she was still breathing and had a heartbeat, just like she was asleep.
Lancelot would be really surprised if the Saber of this Holy Grail War was called Jeanne d'Arc.
After a while, Illya was exhausted and panting. She was still a little uncomfortable with the new body she had just taken over. She held her knees to catch her breath. Then she remembered that she still had a thug who loved her father as much as a mountain. She waved her hand and said, "Berserker, break this door open!"
"Berserker, you can't fail to recognize me? I am your most beloved Illya!" Illya was dumbfounded.
"Open the door quickly and give me back Berserker!"
Berserker, a hardcore lolita fan, said that you look older than 14 years old and he will never be a fan of a lolita that has exceeded its shelf life.
It was not until Sakura's figure disappeared that Duke put away his smile, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The obscure magical fluctuations dissipated, and servants appeared in front of him one by one.
"Thank you, teacher!" Sakura enjoyed the warmth above her head and trotted out the door.
Duke rolled his eyes. Xiaolan was becoming more and more boring. In the past, she would definitely say that it was all up to the Master.
Can this be called good news? Lancelot almost bleeds out of his seven orifices: "Master, didn't you say that there will be no king in this Holy Grail War, the probability is less than one in ten thousand?"
"Listen, Ran! The good news is that the Saber of this Holy Grail War is still King Arthur. Yes, that's right, the one you swore allegiance to and then gave him a hat as a gift."
Lancelot: But every time this happens, you always trick me!
"Then why can you?"
Illya: “I see!”
"Not now. It is the Holy Grail, my trophy."
Illya's face turned pale immediately, and she leaned against the wall and fell into the trough of her life. After taking a break, she began to pound on the door desperately: "Pervert! Pervert! Change me back to my old self quickly————"
The door to the basement was closed, and the sound of electric saws cutting could be heard faintly. Illya raised her fist and hammered on the door, but the door was welded shut and she couldn't get in.
"Little brat, you are no longer valuable. You can go anywhere from now on. Get out of here!"
"Why?"
Duke walked up to Sakura and rubbed her head: "I told you, Sakura, whatever the teacher wants, I will give you. If you don't want to hurt them, then I won't hurt them."
Berserker didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear anything at all. In fact, he heard it, but with his zero IQ, he didn't really understand who was in front of him, so he chose to ignore it.
"Master, what can I do for you? Do you have any special task for me?" Lancelot bowed slightly and saluted like a knight.
Berserker—Hercules!
Duke shrugged: "I am special. You can think of me as more dangerous than the black mud."
Lancelot was very afraid of meeting the King of Odd Fur again, especially when he was in a group with Duke. But when it really happened, he suddenly felt that it was no big deal. It was not because he had a more mature mentality, nor was it because he was indifferent to the world, but because he had been tossed around by Duke many times... He was used to it!
"Really? Then I'll go call them in!" Sakura said with a smile, feeling relieved.
"You did a great job. Hurry and bring your classmates in. Don't let them wait outside the door for too long." Duke smiled warmly and hospitably.
Lancelot lowered his head silently and asked, "Why don't you have any idea yet?"
Duke was also very annoyed: "I just found out too. If Saber wasn't so close to the barrier, I wouldn't believe her luck was so good."
Illya tried to stop him, but Duke was determined, especially what she could change. Illya felt her eyes blurred, and she was thrown out of the basement and fell into Berserker's arms.
Duke shook his head: "Just look at it, don't touch it. You can't bear the pollution of black mud, you will go crazy!"
The four servants received the order and faded away. At this time, Duke suddenly spoke and kept Lancelot.
"Sakura, you didn't tell anyone about Berserker, Caster and Lancelot, did you?" Duke asked. This was very important.
After working for an entire afternoon and analyzing the Holy Grail, Duke finally walked out of the basement with satisfaction. As soon as he walked out the door, he saw Illya sleeping against the wall. Duke wanted to ask Berserker to throw her out, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he thought of a bad... ahem, good idea.
What would happen if Illya, who hated Emiya Kiritsugu, was brought to his original world? "Seeing the misfortune of others always makes me happy. Berserker, find a room and throw Illya in. Don't let her run away." Duke ordered.
Lancelot held his breath and complained: "Excuse me, this is not called good luck!"
In the evening, Sakura returned home from school and brought Duke some unexpected news.
Sakura stood still, hesitating for a while before saying, "Teacher, I heard from Caster that they are also Masters participating in the Holy Grail War... Teacher, can you please not hurt them?"
…
"If the teacher doesn't want to, I'll let them leave now." Sakura pinched the corner of her clothes. She didn't want to reject either Rin Toosaka or Shirou Emiya, so she chose a compromise. "It doesn't matter. They'll come to me sooner or later anyway, just one or two days in advance." Duke said this because the Holy Grail was in his hands. Any master and servant who aimed to win would come to him sooner or later.
It was as if some magic was calling Illya. She felt something in her heart and couldn't help but reach out to her former self, but before she touched her, she was stopped by Duke.
Caster——Medea!
Duke put on a serious face: "Xiao Lan, I have two pieces of news. One is good news, and the other is bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Illya was so angry that her liver hurt. She walked around Duke and quickly came to the test bench. A 9-year-old girl was lying quietly on the table. This was her former body.
As the earliest servant to follow Duke, Lancelot knows his master very well and is sure to have other plans.
"You have to listen to these two pieces of news. I told you this for your own good. Didn't you see that I sent the other three people away?" Duke looked heartbroken. He didn't even appreciate my kindness.
Lancelot's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged: "Master, if possible, I don't want to hear any of it."
"Cut off the limbs and head, keep the Holy Grail part and put it in the refrigerator." Duke said something that made Illya's hair stand on end.
"What's the bad news?" Lancelot felt that this was the worst news and it couldn't get any worse.
"The leader of your Knights of the Round Table, King Arthur of Great Britain... was slept with!"
"What!?"
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