Chapter 13: The First Einzbern Racing Competition Begins!
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Updated : Sep 12th, 2025
At dawn, the little girl opened her eyes, gazing at the unchanging white world outside the window.
White.
White.
White.
She was born in this place. She was the princess of this cold city.
She had parents who loved her. When the weather was fine, Kiritsugu would take her to play in the forest, and her mother would prepare snacks and meals in the castle, waiting for the father and daughter to return.
"Living happily ever after"—this was a phrase she had learned from books Kiritsugu brought back from the outside world. In those books, after experiencing all sorts of adventures, the protagonists always end their stories with such words. It seemed that all efforts would be rewarded, and every journey would reach its shining star.
So, why did Papa and Mama look so sad? Why did Kiritsugu cry when looking at Mama?
Her body ached. When would the adjustments be over? Grandpa Acht's expression is so scary...
Though she didn't fully understand the meaning of life yet, little Illya had already vaguely sensed her fate.
If nothing changed, she would grow up in this cold castle like her mother, waiting for the day she would be 'used.'
By then, would someone as reliable as Papa Kiritsugu be there to protect me?
It still feels a bit scary.
Fixing her gaze on a certain part of the forest outside the window, Illya suddenly smiled expectantly, jumped off the now empty bed, put on her snow boots, and ran towards a certain place.
But this monotonous life had begun to change with the arrival of one person.
Just as the forest outside, after a brief period of clear skies, had gained a few patches of fresh new green.
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Einzbern Winter Castle, Front Courtyard.
[004: Irisviel von Einzbern]
[Character Information: Created by the Einzbern family for the Fourth Holy Grail War, she is the wife of Kiritsugu Emiya. Although an artificial human, she gained emotions because of Kiritsugu. She deeply loves and trusts her husband Kiritsugu, supporting his ideals even if it means her demise.]
[Hidden Information: Locked.]
[Record Conditions (0/1)]:
[•Gain Irisviel's approval (Incomplete).]@@@@
[•Additional Condition: Protect Irisviel von Einzbern (Not accepted).]
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"Brother Shirou! Daddy and Mommy, you're playing games without me! I'm angry!"
A small figure huffed, clinging to Satsuki like a koala.
"I want to play too, big brother, you promised!"
Now, Satsuki couldn't laugh anymore.
"Even Illya's joining? No way, Mom doesn't want to lose!"
Irisviel turned her gaze towards Kiritsugu turning pleadingly coquettish.
"Kiritsugu~~"
"..."
Kiritsugu's mouth twitched, his gaze darting around until it met Satsuki's, who was being pestered by Illya.
The two men, sharing the same plight, had eerily similar expressions of joy.
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Einzbern Forest, Entrance
A luxury car and a racing motorcycle stood side by side, their engines growling like beasts ready to pounce.
Inside the Mercedes-Benz, Irisviel, in the driver's seat, rolled down the window, waving with a smile, while Kiritsugu in the passenger seat silently adjusted his seatbelt over and over again...
"Illya do her best. Mom won't go easy on you!"
"Illya doesn't need Mom to go easy! Brother Shirou is the best!"
Seated in the back, the little girl shouted. A blue magical strap was tied around her waist, connecting her to Sakatsuki, to prevent her from being blown away by the wind pressure.
Momentarily stunned by Illya's words, Sakatsuki quickly donned his helmet, laughing loudly.
"Ready, Madam?"
"Of course, right, Kiritsugu?"
Rolling up the window, Irisviel took a deep breath, a rare, unladylike, excited smile on her face.
"Contestants, prepare!"
With dark circles under his eyes, Acht, who Sakatsuki had forcibly dragged along, waved the flag viciously.
"The first Einzbern Racing Competition begins!"
"Woohoo—!"
Turning the throttle, gripping the clutch, and shifting gears, the motorcycle beneath Sakatsuki roared. Amidst Sakatsuki's excited shout, the 1000 CC engine unleashed its 310-horsepower might, violently propelling the beast forward!
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