Saber？
The attack just now was a noble relic, right? King Arthur's noble relic.
Gilgamesh made such a judgment. Although he had never seen the Ahoge King in this world line, he, who had almost all the heroes' noble relic, could determine the identity of a hero based on the noble relic of the servant.
However, for King Arthur, the girl in front of him was undoubtedly too young.
Moreover, although she used a noble relic, she was not a real servant. Instead, she was more like a reliance. He could even see that this false servant holding the holy sword was closely connected to the spiritual vein of the land of Fuyuki. This was a characteristic that only the Holy Grail's container had, and it was exactly the same as his goal. But in the end … Why would there be two Holy Grail containers in the Holy Grail War? Even a stupid human magician would not do such a meaningless thing.
Therefore, looking at the two almost identical girls in front of him, Gilgamesh was a little confused.
"Bastard! What are you? "he asked instinctively.
"I'm not a bastard!" The holy sword girl turned around and looked at the enemy in front of her. She patted her chest and said loudly, "I'm Ilya, Ilyas Fiel von Einz Bayren!"
Huh?
As soon as she said this, Gilgamesh did not have any reaction, but Ilya's eyes widened.
Although she felt a sense of familiarity when she saw the other party, she only guessed that the other party's origin was the same as hers, and it might be another android prepared by the Einz Bayren family. But … even their names were exactly the same?
"What a joke!" Ilya immediately bit her lip, and her face showed extreme anger. "How could you be Ilya!"
"Ugh … This feeling of talking to myself and being denied by myself is really not good." The holy sword girl complained to herself, and then said to Ilya, "That … Although this may make you feel strange, I am indeed Ilya. I'm Ilya from another world. Because … because of some reasons, I came to this world. That … You can call me little Ilya."
She knew that although the Ilya in front of her looked the same age as her, her actual age was already 18 years old. In comparison, she could only be little Ilya.
Another self from another world?
Ilya's eyes flickered. Although she still found it hard to believe, if it was from another world … The Einz Baylon Family did indeed have knowledge about parallel worlds, and the other party's tone was so certain.
"By the way, I still have photos here." Little Ilya was afraid that Ilya wouldn't believe her, so she took out a photo and handed it to Ilya. This was specially prepared to prove her identity. "Look, there are Daddy, Mommy, Big Brother, Sela, and Lize in this photo. We used to take it together at the seaside. You should still remember what they look like, right?"
Dad? Mom?
Ilya's gaze sharpened when she heard those two words. She looked at the picture. Everyone in the picture had a smile on their faces, and the background of the beach was filled with light. It was completely different from the cold Einz Behren Castle.
Was this his life in that world?
Mom is still alive, Dad didn't abandon me, Sela and Lize are still alive, and I have an older brother … Why am I smiling so happily? He was like a child without any worries.
This is … me from another world?
No-no!
Smack!
Suddenly, Ilya's expression darkened. She slapped the photo that Little Ilya handed to her and said in a deep voice, "We are different!"
Whoosh!
The photo that flew into the air burst into flames and was instantly burned to ashes.
"Wahhh!" Little Ilya exclaimed instinctively. She reached out to catch it, but only a pile of ashes came into contact with it. She couldn't help but reveal a sad expression. "You … Why did you burn it? I cherished this photo very much, and I have beautiful memories of it … "
"Because we are different." Ilya stared at her coldly. "Daddy? Mommy? Big brother? Beautiful memories? I don't need those things. Not only that, I have even abandoned the Einz Behren surname. Now, I am only Ilya. How can a little brat like you, who lives in a peaceful daily life, who knows nothing, who understands nothing, who is protected by everyone and who sings the praises of youth and childhood, be me! "
"Besides, I don't need your help. Go back! Or I will kill you. "
"You …" Under Ilya's cold gaze, Little Ilya couldn't help but take a few steps back. At that moment, compared to the anger of her precious photo being burned, she was more sorrowful. What kind of past did she go through in this world to have such a cold gaze?
She couldn't understand it at all.
Were the two people only similar in appearance and name, but were they two completely different people?
Unconsciously, Little Ilya retreated a little.
“Berserker！” At the same time, Ilya called out the only name she had. She shuddered as she looked at the giant with a hint of gentleness and a smile … That's right, she didn't need things like parents, family, or kinship. Ten years ago, she had already abandoned those things. So, ten years later, it was only natural that she would abandon them.
That's right, she only had Berserker. Berserker alone was enough!
"Rawr!"
The giant roared. Perhaps because Gilgamesh was pushed back, his struggle wasn't as intense as before, but he still tried his best to break free from the shackles of Heaven.
Little Ilya's eyes widened. "You … You still want to fight?"
She simply couldn't believe it. Although she wasn't a magician, she had read up on magic-related knowledge before coming here. She knew that Ilya's entire body was half-paralyzed due to overexertion of her magic circuits. She couldn't fight normally, and even … if she forced herself to fight, her lifespan would be reduced, and she might even die on the spot.
Ilya didn't answer. She kept shuffling her feet with difficulty, trying to reach Berserker's side. And with every movement of her body, Little Ilya could see the corner of her eyes twitching violently.
In such a state, she couldn't even move normally, much less fight!
"Wait, wait …"
Little Ilya instinctively rushed forward, but just as her hand was about to touch Ilya's shoulder, she froze. It wasn't because of an external force, but because she saw Ilya's gaze.
If Ilya's attitude towards her before was cold, then now it was complete disregard and indifference.
That gaze was like a knife stabbing into Little Ilya's heart.
"You … Are you going to die?"
"…"
Ilya still didn't answer, which was equivalent to a silent agreement.
And Little Ilya finally understood why she had such cowardly thoughts before. Because Ilya had long given up on living, and planned to die here with Berserker. For someone who had completely given up on living, no matter how hard she tried, there would be no results.
So, there was no meaning in her coming here.
All the preparation, all the effort, all the courage …
"Don't give up."
Just as Little Ilya was hesitating, a voice suddenly rang beside her ear.
Doctor Roman?
"Don't give up. Do what you want to do. Regardless of the outcome, as long as you work hard until the end, there will be meaning … Believe in yourself, you are a magus!"
Little Ilya's eyes instantly brightened. That's right, I am a magus, a magus of love and hope, a magus who never gives up.
Thank you, Doctor Roman!
In an instant, Little Ilya's gaze turned resolute as she quickly stepped forward, blocking Ilya's way.
Ilya frowned. "Do you really think I won't kill you? You … "
Slap!
Suddenly, a slap landed on Ilya's face.
"…" Ilya's words stopped abruptly as she was stunned. This brat … actually hit her?
"That's right, I really don't know anything." Tears flashed in Little Ilya's eyes. "I don't know your past, nor do I know what kind of pain you've gone through, nor do I know the despair you've faced. But I know, be it Daddy, Mommy, or Sela and Lize, they all want you to live, so … don't give up on life so easily!"
Ilya clenched her teeth. "This is my own business, it has nothing to do with you. If you want me to be helped by a little brat like you who glorifies peace and happiness, I'd rather die!"
"Then, you can die after I save you."
Ilya's tone was incomparably firm, but Little Ilya's attitude was even more resolute. "That's right, your business has nothing to do with me because we are in different worlds. If you reject my help, that's only your business. So … my wish to help you has nothing to do with you, I don't need your consent!"
"If you've really given up on living, then you can consider how to die after I save you. But now, I must save you!"
With that, Little Ilya turned around and faced the enemy in the distance. She raised the holy sword in her hand. "Gilgamesh, from now on, your opponent is me!"
"Haha, hahahaha!" Gilgamesh held his forehead and laughed. "Is it finally over? Not bad, not bad. What a wonderful farce. Puppets from a parallel world … You two bastards, you've really let me witness a good show. "
"Bastard … bastard?"
Little Ilya's mouth twitched as she stammered. "Erm, bastard means hybrid animal, right? Ilya and I are not bastards. To be honest … in the myths, your father is a human, and your mother is a god. Erm … Weren't you scolding yourself just now? "
Although Little Ilya's tone was weak, her words hit the nail on the head. But it was no wonder. After all, she was the one who ridiculed in Moira's film set.
As expected, upon hearing this, Gilgamesh's face instantly darkened.
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