Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 97

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 97

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 97 Irisviel

Fuyuki City’s western district, over 30 kilometers away in a straight line, had a dense jungle that shouldn’t have been left behind in the real estate development boom over a decade ago.

This forest was purchased by the Einzbern Family during the Third Holy Grail War, and they relocated a subsidiary Einzbern castle from Germany to this location, using it as their base of operations during the war.

At that time, just before the outbreak of World War II, it was taboo for foreigners to buy such a large piece of land in Japan, especially in a region close to Osaka, the economic center of the southern island nation.

Compared to the funds spent by the Einzbern Family, the Tohsaka Household, who worked as intermediaries for the land and handled covert operations, paid a similar price, but now no one knows or cares about it.

The entire castle, along with the surrounding forest, was shrouded in a Barrier, and although this led to occasional rumors of a mystical city in the forest, it also kept the area pristine, with flowers that shouldn’t be in bloom during winter still vibrant and scattered about.

In the lavishly decorated, brightly lit first-floor hall with sparkling windows, the air was somewhat stiff.

“Ah! Ilyasviel! The blonde girl in armor is especially cute, isn’t she?!”

Although Irisviel flashed a bright, sweet smile and had a clear, pleasant voice, Ilyasviel felt that her mother was emitting an intense, palpable aura of darkness, like a living shadow, and couldn’t help but feel dizzy and tremble, shrinking into her chair like a frightened dove.

Even the most naive child will become clever when they’ve made a mistake, instinctively learning many ways to save their own skin.

They might cover up their mistakes, pretend to be clueless, or even shift the blame to the family cat or dog, or even the flowers and trees.

As the saying goes, “If you have a younger brother, you blame your brother; if you don’t have a younger brother, you blame the dog; if you don’t have a dog, you run away at night.”

Unfortunately, Ilyasviel had no younger brother, sister, or dog to take the fall for her, no one to help her bear the blame for getting Gil beaten up and causing a conflict with her father.

“Yes, yes!”

“I always thought she looked like a little lion, so cute, yet so brave and majestic; I was really surprised to find out she was King Arthur, though!”

“Yes, yes!”

“I wish I could see her in a maid outfit, a sailor fuku, a super short skirt, a lion onesie, and a wedding dress; it would be so much fun!”

“Yes, yes!”

Maintaining her smile, Irisviel went along with the atmosphere, clapping her hands and making a graceful turn, her slender figure swaying…

“Hey, Kiritsugu, Gil, what do you think? This idea of mine is pretty great, right? Hmmm!!”

She looked up with a smiling face towards the left.

Gilgamesh, now in white casual wear, his spiky golden hair let down, was resting his cheek on one hand and sipping red wine with the other.

“Saber? That little lioness, she’s not bad as a pet for this king… Heh, I’d love to see the look of despair on her face…”

Letting out a few dangerous chuckles, Gilgamesh continued to deplete the Einzbern Family’s wine reserves in the castle without sparing Irisviel a glance.

Learning that he had just been soundly thrashed by an unnamed Otherworld Heroic Spirit, ending up with a dirt-smeared face and even a nosebleed, Irisviel dared not joke with this ancient king as she had before.

Maintaining a stiff smile, Irisviel turned her gaze elsewhere.

“Hey, Kiritsugu, what do you think?”

Emiya Kiritsugu, with a cigarette in his mouth, was examining the various records spread out over most of the conference room’s long table.

There were altitude maps of Fuyuki City, urban development maps, Leyline distribution maps, and the recently compiled known Master and Servant records.

Behind him, Hisau Maiya stood silent and still like a statue, meeting Irisviel’s gaze for a moment before looking away.

In response to Irisviel’s friendly smile, Emiya Kiritsugu merely glanced at his wife, gave a silent nod, and then returned his gaze, his expression somewhat grave.

Normally, if her husband treated her so coldly, Irisviel would puff up her cheeks like a pufferfish and give Emiya Kiritsugu a piece of her mind.

But, considering Ilyasviel’s recent mischief, Irisviel, as her mother, had to take responsibility for not keeping a stricter watch.

At the root of it, Irisviel hadn’t been able to resist Ilyasviel’s pleading and agreed to let her and Gilgamesh come to Japan without Emiya Kiritsugu’s knowledge, and allowing them to run amok led to this situation.

“Hey, hey, Kiritsugu, what are you looking at? Let me help too, and we can think of ideas together, okay?”

Pressed against his chest by Irisviel’s affectionate snuggle, the coldness in Emiya Kiritsugu’s eyes could only melt into helplessness.

To be angry, Emiya Kiritsugu really wasn’t that upset.

After all, Gilgamesh isn’t easy to manage; he’s well aware of that, otherwise he wouldn’t have resorted to a hands-off approach, taking action on his own.

If he can’t control his own Servant, can he really expect Irisviel to do a better job?

Although Gilgamesh’s attitude towards Ilyasviel and Irisviel is as kindly as an addled old grandfather, Emiya Kiritsugu doesn’t have any illusions that he’s easy to talk to.

This is a tyrant who, once a decision is made, won’t allow anyone to alter it.

So, Emiya Kiritsugu has no intention of blaming Irisviel, or anyone else for that matter.

It’s just that, men are not like women.

When women encounter problems or feel unwell, they like to confide in others, seek support, share, communicate, and seek validation.

But when men feel pressured, they need some quiet time to analyze the situation and think about how to solve the problem.

This is also why, when couples argue, women often feel that men are cold and ignore them, rushing to their girlfriends to cry about it.

Now, Emiya Kiritsugu’s stress is immense, like a mountain, perhaps it can be simply described as stress-mountainous.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu knows that Irisviel is just a bit playful and doesn’t really have a tendency to throw tantrums.

She’s only clinging to him now because she thinks he’s still angry.

“Iri, there are several individual Records that are too vague, making them rather tricky for me to deal with.”

Having been together for years, Irisviel can tell from Emiya Kiritsugu’s tone that he’s no longer angry, and she can’t help but breathe a silent sigh of relief, then turn her gaze to the Records laid out on the table.

Some of the Records were prepared long ago.

Such as Kenneth, Sola-Ui, Tohsaka Tokiomi, Matou Zouken, Matou Kariya.

There are also Records that were just sent in real-time through Magecraft technology from Einzbern Castle in Germany.

Such as King Arthur, the Conqueror King, Waver Velvet…

Although the battle at the seaside park has only been over for less than an hour, various Records have already been collected very thoroughly, with new information continuously coming in.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu doesn’t look at the new Records that Hisau Maiya has placed on the table, but instead continues to silently focus on the two in front of him.

Irisviel saw a picture of a silver-haired boy in one of the files.

Noah Cipher, the boy who suddenly appeared in Fuyuki City a year ago, lived in the Matou mansion and adopted the daughter of the Mifune City Asagami family.

He then traveled the world, loved food, and sought out many martial arts masters, winning almost all of his matches before leaving again…

But besides pictures from various angles and different regions, that’s all the information the file contained.

His life story, origins, family, and even his experiences a year ago were all blank, as if he had appeared out of thin air.

Suddenly realizing something, Irisviel’s eyes widened slightly.

Ah, this individual, is that the nameless Servant who beat both King Arthur and Gil?

He appeared a year ago?

Is this Holy Grail War experiencing an anomaly?

And his class hasn’t even been confirmed yet.

Last night, Assassin broke into the Tohsaka Residence and was impaled by a crimson spear that fell from the sky.

All the Servants witnessed it clearly.

From an inertial perspective, it seems more reasonable that the Tohsaka Household summoned a Lancer.

Of course, it’s not impossible that it’s a special Noble Phantasm.

Even if you expand the range to the 3 classes whose true identities are still unknown, it’s still difficult to determine Noah Cipher’s class.

After all, he shows no signs of Mad Enhancement and doesn’t use a spear.

It’s not like he’s a Caster, is it?

That would be too OP, like a real-life Gandalf.

So there are a few possibilities… a special Noble Phantasm negates the Mad Enhancement effect, a special Noble Phantasm allows him to use close-combat weapons, or perhaps a special class.

Like the Einzbern Family’s unconventional summoning in the last Holy Grail War.

Regardless of which it is, this Otherworld Heroic Spirit adds too many ambiguous elements.

For a Magus Assassin who relies heavily on information, this opponent must be quite a headache.

Glancing at Gilgamesh, who was still sipping his wine, Irisviel didn’t dare speak up and quietly looked towards Emiya Kiritsugu.

After all, given Gilgamesh’s personality, being beaten to a pulp, covered in dust, and even bleeding from the nose, mentioning that Servant’s name at this time would be like pouring oil on fire.

Emiya Kiritsugu also nodded slightly, giving her a nod of confirmation, and then looked away.

“However, what I’m more concerned about is this individual.”

Picking up the intelligence report, Irisviel read out the name on it.

“Kotomine Kirei? Sounds like a woman’s name, what’s the problem with this individual?”

Irisviel slowly scanned through the Records.

Born in 1967, he was the son of Kotomine Risei, born when Risei was middle-aged and had almost given up on being an Inheritor.

From a young age, he went on a pilgrimage to various Christian holy sites…

Graduated at the top of his class from the St.

Ignacio Academy in Mura…

Joined the Holy Church, but was part of the internal organization, the Eighth Secret Society…

Was “dispatched” to the Mage’s Association, becoming a disciple of Tohsaka Tokiomi…

“…Agent?”

Noticing this, Irisviel slightly furrowed her brow.

According to the teachings of the Holy Church, all things were created by God, including demons, so humans did not have the right to kill them, unless it was in the name of the Lord, as an agent of God to eliminate Xenos.

That’s what an Agent was, a human tool specialized in doing the Church’s “dirty work”, dedicated to killing, walking in the darkness of the world.

In a sense, he and Magus Assassin Emiya Kiritsugu were similar, belonging to the two major factions of the Church and the Mage’s Association.

It was understandable that Emiya Kiritsugu would be concerned about him.

But from Irisviel’s perspective, no matter how capable Kotomine Kirei was, he was still human, and couldn’t compare to the dangerous Otherworld Heroic Spirit, Noah Cipher.

Even from a human perspective, Kotomine Kirei couldn’t compare to Kenneth, the prodigy of the Clock Tower, in terms of magical prowess.

Compared to him, even the Einzbern family, one of the Three Noble Families, would be like a country bumpkin begging for food at the Clock Tower, while the Tohsaka and Matou families would be like exchange students from a primitive tribe.

After all, who would have thought that the ultimate wish of all Magus to reach the Root would be realized in the form of the Holy Grail War at the farthest edge of the world, so far from the Clock Tower?

That kind of shock is probably akin to ‘Ding, a villager from the Bronze Age shared controllable nuclear fusion technology with you.’

Emiya Kiritsugu noticed her confusion and lit another cigarette.

“Because I can’t see through him… I can’t fully see through that silver-haired Heroic Spirit either, but at least I can feel that, while he is obsessed with and enjoys battle, he is not addicted to killing. He is complex yet pure like a child, but Kotomine Kirei…”

The smoke he exhaled slowly rose, making Emiya Kiritsugu’s face somewhat blurry.

“Whether it’s learning Magecraft or working in various positions, no matter what it is, he always puts in several times the effort of an ordinary person, sweat and even blood, yet when he is just a step away from the top, he will discard it without hesitation… It’s as if he can’t feel his own existence and is striving to experience something.”

Emiya Kiritsugu reached this conclusion and, after a moment, added another sentence.

“This man is very dangerous!”

Seeing her husband show such a serious expression for the first time, Irisviel not only tightened her grip on her skirt, but Hisau’s eyes also became increasingly dangerous.

Across the table, Gilgamesh, who had been listening to the entire conversation, swirled his wine glass, his crimson vertical pupils revealing a keen interest.

As it neared midnight, Ilyasviel quickly began to doze off and was carried to the bedroom by Irisviel to rest.

Emiya Kiritsugu only finished the remaining preparations in the early hours of the morning.

As he left the hall, the previously silent voice of Gilgamesh suddenly echoed.

“Kiritsugu, do you know? Deciding the fate of all individuals is my power, and to profane it at will is a death sentence, you know?”

Feeling the overwhelming bloodlust emanating from behind him, Emiya Kiritsugu stopped in his tracks.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Not at all, I want to see how far you, this clown, can go for your ideals… Do your best to please me, and if you can make me sufficiently pleased, perhaps I will pardon your death sentence.”

After Emiya Kiritsugu left for a while, Gilgamesh turned his gaze back to a corner.

“Doll, how long do you plan to hide?”

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