Chapter 389

On the other side.

Illya also calmed down Kiritsugu and Irisviel.

Upon hearing Illya's reassurance, Artoria, who had just returned, felt some tension but did not go into full combat readiness—clearly, she still trusted Illya.

Amidst a brilliant flash of lightning, a piercing scream rang out, and a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of Illya's room.

Another perfectly hidden Assassin clone has died.

"What… there's a second Assassin still hiding!"

Artoria froze for a moment, then her eyes filled with disbelief as she realized.

"So that's how it is."

Kiritsugu, who had once been a killer himself, frowned—he clearly understood the opponent's tactic: "The first Assassin who attacked us never intended to succeed. He only wanted to provoke our anger and draw our attention."

"He just wanted us to let our guard down, then let the second Assassin strike… a clever move!"

Kiritsugu said no more, falling silent.

In his mind, the Assassin meant nothing.

Even without Su Han acting, it wouldn't have been a problem.

As long as the Assassin stayed hidden, fine—but if he dared to strike, his presence would be detected instantly by Su Han's Mind's Eye.

And then killed.

What Kiritsugu truly feared and dreaded was Su Han.

Su Han had killed the Assassin in their room, and earlier had appeared in their room in an instant—didn't that mean the entire castle was within Su Han's perception and spatial control? Add to that terrifying lightning power… Kiritsugu clenched his lips, feeling helpless.

The more time passed, the more he felt Su Han's strength.

That… overwhelming, comprehensive, utterly flawless power.

A sharp, thunderous crash.

The entire castle was cleansed.

Then, terrifying lightning surged from the castle toward the sky, and with a roar, the heavens grew thick with dark clouds.

In the Holy Grail Church.

Tokiomi Tohsaka frowned tightly, staring at his prized student, Kirei Kotomine.

Though as an elegant magus, he had no desire to win the Holy Grail War through assassination.

But his strongest Heroic Spirit, King Arthur, was dead.

Should he really give up the Holy Grail War? Tokiomi refused to accept it, so under Kirei's relentless insistence, he reluctantly turned a blind eye.

Whether it's a dishonorable assassination or not, let's see if it works first! Kirei opened his eyes, gazed at Tokiomi, and nodded with absolute calm.

"Master, everything is exactly as we predicted!"

"You mean… we've succeeded?"

Tokiomi's face instantly twisted with complexity.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry—himself, a magus who had broken the code of elegance yet won the war… "No… I mean, just as we predicted! Total collapse. The Assassin has been eliminated."

Kirei continued, expressionless.

He upheld the Tohsaka family's creed, taught by Tokiomi: always remain elegant and composed.

Tokiomi, utterly despondent, choked on his breath, coughing violently for a long while before regaining composure.

His expression was a storm of emotions as he stared fixedly at his student.

If we lost, why are you so utterly calm? And what do you mean "everything went as predicted"? You're making me misunderstand! Okay… Tokiomi rubbed his forehead, then remembered—when they planned this, they'd agreed the success rate was extremely low.

Since you lost, why are you still so calm? And what do you mean, "everything went exactly as we predicted"? You're making it easy for me to misunderstand—fine... Tohsaka Tokiomi rubbed his forehead, then remembered: when they'd planned this, they'd already said the success rate was extremely low.

Everything truly went according to plan. No fault.

Tokiomi's expression shifted repeatedly—anger, disappointment, anxiety, resignation—all flashed across his face.

Finally, Tokiomi let out a long sigh, both resigned and relieved.

"Very well… since the last Heroic Spirit is gone, I can finally make up my mind to withdraw from this battle!"

"If we can't succeed this generation, then we'll place our hope in the next!"

Tokiomi's gaze gradually hardened.

Clearly, having truly failed, he now felt at peace.

After resolving the enemy, Su Han scanned the Einzbern Castle once more with Kenbunshoku.

Finding no one else would disturb him, he typed a goodnight in the Bianzaigong Society chatroom, then closed his eyes.

Though at Su Han's level, going without sleep, food, or drink had no effect.

But sleep, eating—they were Su Han's habits, the foundation of how he enjoyed life.

So he had no intention of changing his lifestyle.

Time passed slowly.

The next morning, Su Han entered the Einzbern Castle's great hall and enjoyed breakfast.

Others were already present.

Alexander the Conqueror sat in his chair, lost in thought.

As for Wei Bo, he kept yawning, clearly having slept poorly last night.

After sitting down, Illya kept scanning her surroundings, sighing occasionally.

Illya fell into deep thought, considering the state of the Einzbern Castle.

She should have become a noble lady.

What happened to make her a regular elementary schoolgirl living in a ordinary house in Japan? Illya even wondered whether, after returning home, she should ask Irisviel directly—perhaps inquire if Irisviel had been hiding any crucial information… like whether, somewhere overseas, the Einzbern family possessed an enormous fortune waiting for her to inherit upon reaching adulthood, launching her to the pinnacle of life.

What exactly happened that made her a regular elementary school student living in a ordinary house in Japan? Illya even wondered whether, after returning, she should ask Alice菲尔 properly—like asking if Alice菲尔 had been hiding any important information from her, perhaps that one day she'd suddenly be told that the Einzbern family had an enormous fortune overseas waiting for her to inherit upon coming of age, propelling her to the peak of life.

Su Han gave a strange glance at Elia, who had fallen into thought, then at Wei Bo, who kept yawning.