[FMMISM] Chapter 29: A 'Warm' Meeting

Irisviel was a homunculus created in the image of the Holy Maiden of Winter, Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern.

Although Irisviel looked like she was in her twenties, her true age was only nine.

As the Lesser Holy Grail prepared by the Einzbern family for the Fourth Holy Grail War, she was responsible for retrieving the fallen Servants.

In name, she was the esteemed lady of the Einzbern family, with a noble mission and status, but in reality, she was just a disposable tool prepared for this Holy Grail War.

Because of this, Irisviel had never been allowed to leave the castle before.

Describing Irisviel as a princess imprisoned since birth couldn't be more appropriate.

Seeing the outside world for the first time, Irisviel's eyes sparkled with joy, causing her movements to become more carefree than usual.

However, in her excitement, she accidentally bumped into a boy while walking backward, knocking him to the ground and ending up on top of him.

"A-Ahh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, really, I'm very sorry!"

Irisviel, who had fallen to the ground, didn't bother to stand up and kept apologizing to the boy lying on the ground, pinned down by her buttocks.

"It's common sense to move your butt off someone's back first when you're apologizing, you know?"

"…Ahh! You're right!"

Confused for a moment, Irisviel quickly blushed deeply and immediately stood up from the boy.

Only then did the boy, Ragna, slowly get up from the ground and look at the woman who had just given his spine a soft, fleshy impact.

"..."

The woman bowing to him had beautiful silver hair, her shapely figure wrapped in a white fur coat, and she wore luxurious long boots.

Seeing who she was, Ragna couldn't help but feel that Japan was really small.

Without delay, Ragna discreetly set his brain into high-speed processing mode.

'Irisviel has arrived in Fuyuki too? If that's the case, then she should be accompanied by...'

Ragna looked past the homunculus and, sure enough, found his target.

'Artoria… Hahhh, so it really is like this...'

Ragna sighed before talking to Morgan telepathically.

[Caster, how does it feel to reunite with your sister? Do you feel abundant joy or something?] 

"..."

Morgan remained silent.

At the same time, Artoria, already noticed them early on, quickly arrived beside Irisviel.

"Iri, step back."

Artoria gripped Irisviel's hand and shielded her behind as she glared fiercely at Morgan.

'...Not Saber Artoria, but Lancer Artoria, huh...'

Ragna observed in the tense silence, shifting his gaze from Artoria to her sister, Morgan.

Morgan crossed her arms, meeting her overgrown younger sister's gaze with an astonished expression.

Her astonishment was not missed by Ragna, who seemed equally astonished by Artoria's Servant class.

"Huh? What's going on? Did something happen?"

Irisviel was the only one in the dark about the current situation.

Unable to communicate telepathically with Irisviel, who was not Artoria's Master, was a significant inconvenience in battle.

However, after a brief exchange of glances with Artoria, Irisviel immediately understood something.

"...Is it an enemy Servant?"

"Yes." Artoria confirmed firmly, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on Morgan.

No one knew better than her how cunning and formidable the witch named Morgan could be.

As if infected by the standoff between the Pendragon sisters, the entire BBQ restaurant fell into a deathly silence.

Realizing this situation, Artoria looked tense.

She hadn't immediately armored herself or drawn her weapon upon encountering an enemy, mindful of the many ordinary people around.

She knew Morgan's strength well; the consequences would be dire if Morgan chose to engage here.

Clap!

In this tense atmosphere, the sudden crisp sound of hand clapping shattered everyone's tension in the restaurant, courtesy of Ragna.

"Everyone, just relax. We can't possibly fight here, yes? And Master, I don't know who this big sister is to you, but there's no need to be so tense."

Ragna's words left Artoria looking surprised.

'What does he mean? Is this boy a Servant? Doesn't that mean my sister is a Master in this Holy Grail War?' Artoria thought incredulously.

As she looked at the back of the boy's hand, it bore no Command Spells. When she discreetly glanced at her sister's hand, wrapped in what appeared to be a luxurious silk sleeve, they were hidden from view.

"May I assume you have no intention of fighting?" Irisviel asked carefully.

"That's right." Morgan swiftly assumed her role as a Master. "I don't want to start a fight in a place like this either. It's just that the murderous intent exuded by my foolish sister is... Heh..."

A trace of mockery curled her lips, making Artoria stare at her sternly.

For the Caster group, this was flawless coordination, despite not having rehearsed it before.

If Ragna answered Irisviel's question just now, or if Morgan had hesitated in her response, this reversal of roles would have been exposed immediately.

Morgan's words made Irisviel ponder.

'Foolish sister? Did she mean... she is Artoria's sister?'

'Impossible... Artoria lived in the 5th century AD—no, wait a moment... Arthur's sister is... Morgan le Fay!'

'If she is Morgan le Fay... Even if she had lived until now, it wouldn't be surprising for her to participate in the Holy Grail War as a mage...'

"Big Sis Einzbern, may I say something to you?" Ragna suddenly asked.

"Hmm?"

Hearing Ragna's question, Irisviel and Artoria redirected their attention from Morgan to him.

"I have something I want to tell you." Ragna approached Irisviel on his own initiative.

"Yes, what is it?" Irisviel was half-bent where she stood, waiting for him to come closer.

"No, Iri! Don't be deceived by his appearance, he's dangerous! My instincts tell me he's incredibly dangerous!"

Artoria's urgent voice came from behind, but unexpectedly, Irisviel raised her hand and shook her head at Artoria's concern.

"It's okay... If it's this child, it's okay..."

Standing only 1.5 meters tall, with limbs even more delicate than Irisviel's, Ragna looked harmless no matter how she saw him.

However, it wasn't just that.

Not only did she sense a warm feeling from him, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, but this handsome boy was also looking at her with eyes longing for love.

Unconsciously, she couldn't help but overlay the impression of him with that of her beloved daughter, Illyasviel.

Watching Ragna approaching her step by step, Irisviel gently asked.

"Little Brother, what's wrong?"

In the next moment, amidst the incredulous gazes of the three women—

"Ehh?!"

Ragna, as if no one else were around, directly embraced Irisviel's delicate body, his left arm encircled her waist, while his right hand cradled her perfect face.

"Ahh..."

During this moment, Irisviel seemed entranced, unable to speak, only staring into his black pupils.

"Finally, I meet you, the beautiful daughter of Justeaze... My dear granddaughter..."

With that, Ragna tiptoed forward and gently parted Irisviel's soft, moist lips with his own.