In the large room filled with strange aroma, Roland rubbed his forehead in confusion, opened his eyes, and looked at Irisviel beside him. Even in his sleep, that noble and alluring appearance was not affected in the slightest. Instead, because of the blush on his face, he became more alluring, and the long frost-white hair like a moonlight was gently laid on Roland's body, with an itch subtle touch. Roland quickly left the bed to avoid Irisviel's lingering entanglement, otherwise he would spend the rest of the day on this big bed again. As a result, as soon as he got out of bed, he stepped on the garter stockings that were randomly discarded on the floor, and there were scattered clothes everywhere. But this time, before he could summon the Shadow Corps, the highly educated android maid had obediently left Come here, and start to consciously pack up everything around, and put on clothes for Roland. This was the first time that Roland had enjoyed such a corrupt life. Although Einzbern's artificial man was not good at fighting, he was very good at it. "Where is Ahad?" Roland casually asked the android maid named Sera, as if the patriarch who ruled Einzbern was just a dispensable role in his eyes. "Already waiting to report to you, Lord Roland." Since the end of the Holy Grail War, in order to avoid any moths, Roland immediately took Irisviel and Illya to the home of Einzbern, which was shrouded in ice and snow, and walked towards the stunned Ahad. declared a fact. "The future Einzbern belongs to me."
Faced with this request, Ahad made a decisive decision, immediately handed over the highest authority to Roland, and immediately stopped the experiments and scrapping of artificial humans, and directly confirmed the mission of Einzbern as serving Roland. It was completely different from the bewilderment in Roland's impression. He didn't understand the reason until he found that this guy's thoughts had been completely rewritten by the concept of serving the fire demon. Walking on the wide chapel, this respectable old man was following behind Roland respectfully. "Part of the core cyborgs have already rushed to Fuyuki, and the construction of related barriers and workshops is also under preparation. Soon, there will be Einzbern's second palace to serve you." "Um……" Roland responded noncommittally, and looked at the statue on the chapel. After passing the uncommon Holy Master and the three charms, he looked at the newly hung paintings with strange eyes. It was a magnificent and sacred giant oil painting full of religious sense, better than any previous one that recorded the history of Einzbern, but compared to other works, this oil painting did not have many images, only The appearance of a young man holding up a golden cup. Even people without much artistic attainment can see the creator's strong desire to praise the greatness of the young people in the painting as much as possible. Roland stared at the work, squinted his eyes, and said lightly: "Now that I see this kind of thing, I don't even feel ashamed. It seems that I have grown a lot." "It's just because this mortal work can't touch even a shred of your brilliance." The silver-haired old man said indifferently: "Recording the results of the Holy Grail War in history with oil paintings is the right thing to do, let alone you who have fulfilled Einzbern's long-cherished wish? If Lord Roland wants to , I even plan to hang your holy image all over Einzbern..." "This is still free." Roland quickly rejected the fanatic's plan. Suddenly, his eyes moved, and he looked behind him. Ilya, who was wearing a white dress, threw herself into his arms like a smart deer. "Father, it's so boring here... When are we going back to Fuyuki..." Illya rubbed against Roland skillfully, and immediately began to act like a baby. For Illya, who was locked up in the castle and grew up, compared with Einzbern who was buried in the snow and ice all day, everything outside looked like It's all so fun. "I'm going back today, where's your mother?" "It seems to be still wearing clothes..." Ilya blinked her eyes: "Every time my mother doesn't let me sleep together, I always wake up late the next day. Why is that?" Roland laughed dumbly and did not explain: "For this kind of thing, you should find out the reason when you grow up. Now, let Irisviel prepare faster. We are going back to Fuyuki this afternoon, and we have something to do tomorrow."
In the morning at Fuyuki Airport, after getting off the special chartered plane, Roland wandered around with Illya. Although it would be faster to use the Shadow Corps, but because of Illya's begging, this trip is still by plane. Transportation. Just as Irisviel, who obviously didn't have much experience, enthusiastically introduced the surrounding stores to Illya pretending to be very skilled, Roland was attracted by a somewhat unexpected figure. The slightly curly long silver hair falls down naturally, and no superfluous emotion can be seen in the pupils between amber and gold. The same dress, but also an illusory beauty. Although she has not yet grown up, anyone can detect that she is a beauty embryo. At this moment, the girl stood where she was, staring closely at Roland with eyes that seemed to be talking. Roland can confirm that he does not know this child, but the child's eyesight is too sharp, as if he recognized himself. With a curious mind, he took the initiative to walk towards the girl. Seeing his actions, the silver-haired girl's expression remained calm, but her little hands still unconsciously grasped the hem of her nun's dress. "Well--!" As Roland approached, the girl unconsciously made a short sound, her face became paler, and a few drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. I am afraid. The girl is very aware of this point. Since she was a child, she has a very vulnerable physique, and scars often appear on her body for no reason. And after that man appeared, every inch of her skin felt aching, as if she was going to roll over, pouring blood and pain on everything. The reason why such a scene hasn't happened yet is because the man's eyes are watching her, as if he can't be rude in front of the superior, but there is no wound on her body. Reason was telling her to retreat quickly, but she was so frightened that her whole body became stiff, as if she was being placed under the butcher's knife, and could only quietly wait for the little sheep to be devoured. Even the thought of running away couldn't arise, and the courage to sarcasm easily in front of adults disappeared without a trace. The silver-haired girl knew her own essence. She didn't know whether it was inherited from her father or mother, or she was born with it. Since she was a child, she felt a sense of destructive emptiness lingering around her. Compared with normal people, she is distorted, not only happy, but even sad negative emotions, she can't feel them. No matter what kind of tribulation befell her, she couldn't feel it, whether it was sadness or hatred, anger or even pain, so she always faced everything with an indifferent attitude, pretending to be a well-behaved doll to cover up own essence. Even if she was taken away by her father, whom she had never met since birth, she couldn't understand what the warmth of family affection was all about. Since she was a child, she has lived as a sinner's daughter, because her mother committed suicide and betrayed God's love, so although the priest who raised her received a generous amount of money for her upbringing, she refused to let her go. She was baptized and refused to let her enter school to learn knowledge, but kept praying and laboring to her as a young child. Then, she was taken away by the father who also possessed the essence of nothingness, but couldn't feel the emptiness. However, just now, this sense of emptiness was completely broken. Obviously, she can hardly see anything with her right eye, and her sense of taste is also very thin. Compared with ordinary people, she always has a somewhat duller perception of the world, but as the man approached, everything around her became turbulent. All kinds of extreme emotions are constantly impacting the silver-haired girl's brain, and the clear world is engraved on her body with extreme pain. If it is an ordinary person, he will be destroyed the moment he realizes the essence of this man, but at this moment The girl, however, only felt a kind of extreme pleasure. Her petite body kept trembling, and she looked at Roland, who was approaching step by step, at a loss. How could there be such a powerful malice? So cruel, but with a kind of kindness, so chaotic, but with a sense of holiness. Although she was asked to follow the priest to pray to the gods in the church countless times, this was the first time for the girl to feel the proof of the real existence of the gods. If there is a god in this world, it will only be this evil man in front of him who makes people feel a kind of pure love. Every time Roland took a step closer, something seemed to be wailing on her body, and every time she moved forward, she felt more and more suffocated.
Finally, accompanied by the sound of being dismayed, the layer of glass separating her from the world was completely broken. In the black and white world, only the man in front of him exudes color. She just felt as if her soul had fallen into the abyss. Before the endless coldness and darkness came, she gazed greedily at the only color in the world that she could feel, and revealed happiness in the extreme joy. smile, then completely passed out. "what's the situation?" Roland looked at the girl who suddenly fell down a little strangely. He was still preparing a suitable opening speech to talk about the strange physique because of the changing expression of the other party, but she passed out in the end. Subconsciously hugging the girl's soft and light body, Roland realized that although it looked slender on the outside, it was surprisingly sensual. "Next, what should we do..." Hugging the fainted silver-haired girl, Roland, who was in distress, was just about to avoid the gradually suspicious gazes from the people around him, when a steady voice stopped him. "Master Roland... why are you here? My little girl, this is..." Kotomine Kirei looked at Kallen who was being hugged by Roland with a confused look on his face. "Kirei, is this your daughter?" Roland blinked his eyes before matching the girl with the poisonous school doctor he remembered. "Yes, because her mother committed suicide, and I was still looking for answers at the time, so I handed her over to a priest I knew to raise her, and I just picked her up today." Kotomine Kirei narrated his past indifferently, and only remembered something in the middle of the talk. "Speaking of which, this child's physique is a bit special. Although there is no stigmata yet, I judge that he was possessed by a sadistic spirit. It is very easy to attract demons and be hurt by demons. Under certain circumstances, he can also expel demons as a demon detection For Yi, it couldn’t be more useful.” That's it, Roland nodded knowingly. After all, according to the original destiny, Karen will become a toolman of the Holy Church after her physique is fully awakened, and will not come to Fuyuki to take over his father's position until Kotomine Kirei's death. People with this physique also have the same ability as chronic demon possession, so they can accurately detect the demons around them. However, for Roland, who has inherited the evil identity of human beings, this natural exploration is a dead end up. However, it seems that it is because of his holding back. Looking at Karen's previous performance, it seems that it has produced a positive effect. After all, the girl's character has inherited Kotomine Kirei's emptiness, so she just doesn't know. , Has the direction of this correction been shifted? "The little girl passed out because of the effect of her physique. There is no other way." Seeing Roland's expression, Kotomine Kirei also understood the whole situation, and shook his head casually, as if he didn't care about his daughter's safety at all. "Well, it's not entirely a bad thing. This physique seems to have been distorted by me. Although it is a bit inappropriate, I remember the mark of the beast. I am afraid that there will be no demons without eyes to possess her. gone." "If so, all the better." Kotomine Kirei nodded slightly, and stopped when he was about to say something more. Roland also lowered his head and looked at Karen who was being held by him. The other party's eyes had already opened dimly, and those scattered golden pupils were staring at him closely, filled with blood that seemed to want to swallow him. The intoxicated mood of the girl, the magical charm of the girl, seems to have bloomed after the incident just now. "Hello, my name is Roland. I'm your father's best friend. What's your name, son?" Holding Karen's petite body, Roland greeted casually, not really expecting to get an answer. After all, regardless of her empty nature and weak body, Karen is not an easy person to get along with. But to his surprise, although the blush on her pretty face hadn't dissipated, the girl's cold eyes were filled with rich emotions. She looked at Roland and repeated her name earnestly.
"Karen, my name is...Karen Ordesia."