A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

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Even through the thick glass windows, Irisviel could still hear the howling of the cold wind outside.

Snowflakes fell continuously outside the window, making the world a uniform color.

A chilling aura seeped into the room through the window cracks, and a chilling sound followed.

It was the sound of countless people crying, as if the cries of all those who had died tragically in the past had been preserved and had entered Irisviel's ears.

Disturbed by these sounds, Irisviel, who had been leaning against the bedside, slowly opened her eyes.

"what happened……?"

Her crimson eyes scanned the room but found nothing unusual.

Therefore, Irisviel naturally attributed the sound she had just heard to auditory hallucination.

"Woo..."

Suddenly, Ilya, who was lying on the bed, curled up in fear.

"Mother, I had a nightmare, a dream in which Ilia turned into a wine glass."

The tiny hands gripped the mother's arms tightly in search of protection.

Seeing her daughter like this, Irisviel quickly hugged her.

As Irisviel asked in a gentle tone, she softly stroked her daughter's cheek. The sound and touch of her mother, who was always by her daughter's side, eased her initial fear.

Then, she told her mother about the nightmare she had just had.

"In Ilya's heart, there were seven large pieces. When Ilya felt she was about to die, was terrified but unable to escape, she heard Lady Stessa's voice, and a large black hole appeared above her head..."

As Ilya was saying these things, she suddenly realized that nightmares seemed to symbolize something bad, and her small body trembled with unease once again.

Seeing Ilya's fear, Irisviel gently stroked her cheek with a touch of tenderness.

"It's alright, Ilya... I'll stay here with you."

Upon hearing this, Ilya immediately buried her face in her mother's arms.

Irisviel, with a maternal smile, held her daughter tightly in her arms.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

Shouldn't his own daughter, Ilya, be far away in Einzbernburg, Germany?

And I, clearly in winter

Why was Kishi able to suddenly appear here and embrace his long-lost daughter?

When she realized this, Irisviel suddenly felt dizzy, and her memory of how she got here was a complete blur.

I feel very strange right now. My consciousness is incredibly sharp, yet I can't think clearly and logically.

What became murky and meaningless was not her own spirit, but the world she lived in.

Many scenes flashed past her eyes.

Looking at these scenes only evokes a sense of pointless and unbearable sadness and emptiness.

The scenes reflected in my eyes were all devoid of joy and happiness.

What they have in common is a kaleidoscope of chaotic scenes.

There is pain, humiliation, regret, resentment, and loss.

Bloodshed and scorched earth, betrayal and revenge, exhausting efforts yet gaining nothing—this is the costly chain of futility.

The familiar snow scene kept repeating itself.

Irisviel finally understood that she was now inside the Holy Grail.

Every inch of this place, even the endlessly looping scenery outside the window, is merely a manifestation of her past memories.

She is having a dream from which she will never wake up.

Just as Irisviel realized this, the snow falling outside the window suddenly stopped.

Mixed in with the darkness of the night is thick, swirling black mud.

Black mud seeped into the room from all sides, dripped down from the chimney, and slowly spread toward her.

"no, do not want……"

A look of panic crossed Irisviel's face, and she instinctively wanted to take her daughter and leave.

But when she tried to pick up Ilya, she suddenly realized that the hands holding her arms were tightly bound to her like shackles.

Then, the young girl who looked exactly like her daughter Ilya raised her expressionless face and looked at Irisviel.

"Why run away? Mother...wouldn't it be better to stay here with Ilya forever?"

The little girl's dress, which should have been white, turned to the same color as the spreading black mud.

Looking at the young girl, Irisviel suddenly understood, and her pupils contracted sharply.

"You...you're not Ilya!"

Her daughter is in reality, not in this illusory dream!

"It's too late to realize this now!"

The young girl said this with a mocking smile on her face.

Being stared at like that, Irisviel felt her hands and feet turn cold, and fear began to spread through her.

She immediately struggled, and for some reason, the little girl suddenly let go of her hand, thus freeing Irisviel from her restraints.

Before she could understand why the other person was doing this, she immediately fled the room and ran down the narrow corridor.

The stairs leading down lead to the end; if we can reach that place, we might be able to escape from here.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as Irisviel had hoped.

When she was just one step away from the steps, black mud that kept spreading in from the walls and windows blocked her way. The scorching black mud, like lava, stained the hem of her skirt black.

Only now did Irisviel understand why the little girl had let her run away.

Because there was no way she could escape this castle (cage).

The thought of her daughter Ilya, still alone in the real world, waiting for her parents to return, brought tears to Irisviel's eyes.

"Waaah... Ilya..."

call out----!

The sound of a sword piercing the air rang out. In front of Irisviel, who had fallen to the ground, a long sword pierced through the obstacles formed by black mud and landed on the ground in front of Irisviel.

The sword, embedded in the ground, trembled.

hum!

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Promised Future

Then, Irisviel suddenly heard a strange sound.

It was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and they were getting closer and closer to her.

The woman subconsciously looked up and saw a red-haired boy who, in her opinion, shouldn't be in this kind of place.

Following closely behind the boy was the face of the Knight King, which Irisviel knew all too well.

"Orihara...and Saber? You guys..."

Saber spoke first to Irisviel.

"Although I don't quite understand the process yet, we've already found a way, Irisviel."

"For the sake of your daughter Ilya, pull yourself together, madam."

With these words, Shirou and Saber reached out their hands to the distraught woman before them.

"Come on, we'll take you away from here!"

Upon hearing this, Irisviel's expression became somewhat blank. After confirming that these were not hallucinations, warm tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

……

When Shirou opened his eyes again, his consciousness had returned to reality.

"It seems we succeeded..."

Shirou looked at the small, crimson orb of light resting quietly in his palm and smiled.

"Is this... Irisviel's soul? I never imagined there was such amazing magic in the world." Saber walked forward with some curiosity and looked at the ball of light in Shirou's hand.

“That’s right, this is Irisviel’s soul. Now all we need to do is put it away and find a new body for her at the Einzbern family to allow her to be reborn.”

Shirou explained to Saber with a smile.

“Is that so…that’s wonderful.” Saber breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Shirou turned his gaze to the sword sheath "Avalon," which lay quietly on the ground as Irisviel's body disappeared.

Its exterior is decorated with striking blue enamel on a golden metal background, and in the center is the long-lost fairy script.

The scabbard possesses the ability of immortality, healing the wielder's injuries, and halting aging.

Furthermore, this scabbard is the strongest defensive Noble Phantasm, possessing "Absolute Protection." When its true name is released, neither the five great magics nor Gilgamesh's Ea can touch it. The existence of the scabbard itself is equivalent to "magic."

If Saber had possessed this Noble Phantasm from the beginning, she would have been the only winner of the Holy Grail War.

Shirou picked up the scabbard and handed it to Saber.

"Don't lose it again!"

"Ah."

Saber took the scabbard from Shirou and stroked the patterns on it with a touch of nostalgia.

After turning her gaze away, Saber then looked at the Holy Grail on the pedestal, from which black mud was constantly overflowing.

Upon seeing the overflowing filth within the Holy Grail, Saber bit her lip in resentment.

"...This Holy Grail is simply incapable of granting my desires!"

Saber's grip on the sword tightened involuntarily, and the "Sword of Excalibur" trembled. The black mud that was constantly spreading around them dared not approach after being illuminated by the dazzling light emanating from the holy sword.