Chapter 579 - 565: Miyu, the One Who Stole Your First Kiss Wasn’t Illya, But... Kuro!

Chapter 579: Chapter 565: Miyu, the One Who Stole Your First Kiss Wasn’t Illya, But... Kuro!

[ "No serious injuries, just some scrapes. How utterly boring..." Illya had just woken up in the school infirmary when she heard these piercing words. Focusing her gaze, she realized they had come from the mouth of the school’s very own angel in white.

The angel in white, Caren, showed no reserve towards her patient, continuing in a tone of profound regret, "Next time, come back when you’ve sustained a half-dead, critical injury!"

"Like an arm falling off, or your head spun around twice, something like that." Having said her piece, she didn’t offer to continue examining Illya. Instead, she abruptly pulled the curtain shut, partitioning the space and leaving the two alone.

Such a bizarre individual sparked doubt even in the usually frivolous Magical Ruby: "Is she really the school nurse?"

"I... I think so," Illya stammered, somewhat flustered, her certainty beginning to waver. ]

[ ..... ]

『 Viewers of Countless World 』

"Who the hell are you kidding... Listen to that! Is that something an angel in white should say!?"

The audience from other worlds rolled their eyes in speechlessness. Even they could see that this female doctor was clearly just someone who lived for the drama!

.....

?Type-Moon World, Carnival Phantasm Worldline?

"WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE—!"

Lancer, Cu Chulainn, who had been leisurely fishing, stood up abruptly. Watching the scene unfold before him, he felt a sudden, intense surge of cosmic imbalance.

"Explosions, lightning... and you say it’s just a scrape??"

In a flash, a thought struck the Hound of Ulster, a phrase echoing in his mind: The constitution of one person cannot be generalized to another...

But the problem is, I’m the Heroic Spirit, and she’s the human! Why is it that with similar mishaps, I end up half-dead, while she gets off with just... scrapes?

Feeling a wave of bitterness, Cu Chulainn silently turned and bent down. He stared into his fish basket—still empty after half a day of fishing—and fell into a heavy silence.

Is there not a single thing in this world that goes my way?

?A Certain Magical Index World, Academy City?

"Doctor... by your logic, she shouldn’t be sent to the infirmary, but to the morgue!"

Misaka Mikoto retorted, utterly exasperated by the unscrupulous physician’s words.

She was starting to doubt if this quack actually knew any medicine at all. It felt more like an excuse to tell them not to come back because it was too much trouble.

Compared to Mikoto’s indignation, Kamijou Touma seemed somewhat shaken:

"Forget the head, but losing an arm on the way to school... that actually doesn’t seem impossible, huh..."

It couldn’t be helped; who asked him to be so unlucky? These kinds of things weren’t out of the realm of possibility for him.

Otherwise, how did you think he became a VIP regular at the hospital?

.....

[ "BANG—!!" A soccer ball suddenly came hurtling towards Illya, who was lying on the sickbed. The force was so great that the ball exploded on impact.

If Illya hadn’t sat up suddenly just a moment before, it likely would have been her head that exploded!

"I’M LEAVING EARLY TODAY!!!" Illya, her patience exhausted, chose to skip school. Today was too unlucky.

And so, without even entering her classroom, Illya set off on the road home, accompanied by Miyu, who was too worried to leave her alone.

Just then, atop a telephone pole that served as Gilgamesh’s makeshift throne, a familiar black bow came into view. The archer drew the string, aiming directly at Illya below.

"FWIP—!"

"Look out!" Reacting swiftly, Miyu shoved Illya aside. The spot where they had just been standing was blasted into a crater by an arrow.

"Bang, bang, BANG—!"

Before they could recover, a relentless barrage of arrows rained down on Illya.

However, Illya dodged them by a hair’s breadth, leaving only a road pockmarked with craters.

"You really are only good at running away, Illya!" Dressed in Archer’s garb but looking exactly like Illya, Kuro appeared before the two once again.

"She has... her own personality?" Miyu watched Kuro speak, cold sweat trickling down her face. ]

[ ..... ]

?Projection of All Worlds?

"This Archer isn’t quite right. Is she actually using a bow? And by the way... isn’t that the King of Heroes’ lamppost throne?"

Seeing Kuro suddenly speak, the audience was surprised. Wasn’t it agreed that the Cards were just Shadow Servants? How could one have its own consciousness?

But then came another question: this girl, who bore a striking resemblance to Archer—would her inner self be Emiya Shirou?

.....

?Type-Moon World, Fifth Holy Grail War Worldline?

"By the way... is killing yourselves a traditional craft of the Emiya family?"

Cu Chulainn pointed a finger at Kuro on the screen, looking at Red A with a complicated expression.

He now understood why Illya was so unlucky today. It turns out it was all your doing... Is this the legendary Ally of Justice?

So the habit of killing oneself daily remains the same, even in a form borrowing power from Illya!

"Give me a break. You should know that isn’t me..."

Red A himself felt strange.

Why would an ’Illya’ wielding his power attack Illya?

After all, that was his sister. So, once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

Crap, my account got hacked!

.....

[ "Language seems to be shared. Hurry up and communicate with her!" Magical Ruby urged Illya, trying to avoid unnecessary combat.

Somewhat flustered, Illya pulled a super-sized lollipop directly from her school bag and held it out.

"I... I am your ally, not your enemy!" Illya used the tactic for tricking small children, even waving the lollipop in her hand.

Kuro looked at the goofy girl in front of her with speechlessness. Did she really think she could bribe her like a kid? With a raise of her hand, she projected a throwing knife and hurled it at Illya.

"Fwip—" Illya’s hat was pierced through, and the lamppost throne behind her was blasted with a large hole.

Kuro looked at the bewildered Illya with resignation: "Dodged again, huh! Your intuition and luck stats are ridiculously high."

"I originally wanted to finish you off as naturally as possible, but there’s no helping it." Saying this, Kuro projected Kanshou and Bakuya once more, grinning playfully. "I’ll just kill you directly!"

With that, a game of cat and mouse began... ]

[ ..... ]

『 Viewers of Countless World 』

"Tactical Lollipop... seriously? Though, that move might be better saved for Artoria; it might actually work!"

Watching Illya’s baffling maneuver, even the audience outside the video felt a wave of embarrassment. If you have that move, why didn’t you use it against Salter?!

Trying to buy someone off with a single lollipop now? Who are you trying to fool?

.....

?Type-Moon World, G?????r???a????n????d??? ????C????a???r????n????i???v???a????l??? Worldline, Chaldea?

"Now this feels right. An Archer should look like an Archer—melee combat is the way to go!"

Jeanne Alter felt much more comfortable seeing Kuro pull out the ancestral twin blades.

Beside her, Salter was displeased:

"Tsk, what a waste of such a big lollipop!"

Watching them start the whole ’killing oneself’ routine again, Salter only felt regret... for the lollipop, of course. It looked delicious!

"Forget it. I’ll buy you one after work, okay? Don’t say such mood-killing things right now."

Jeanne Alter facepalmed, sighing deeply.

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[ For the safety of the ordinary citizens of Fuyuki City, Illya lured Kuro away, arriving in a forest far from the urban area.

"Even if I make you suffer a bit, you won’t hate me, right?" Saying this, Illya fired a magical blast straight at Kuro’s face.

"BANG—!"

Kuro merely waved her hand, swatting Illya’s magical blast away with ease and grace.

"Huh?" Illya was dumbfounded.

Why did she feel like she had gotten weaker?

"That’s right, you’ve become weaker, Illya! It’s only natural, because I am right here!" Saying this, Kuro charged forward with her twin blades.

"Illya, get back!" Just then, Miyu instantly shielded the frightened Illya. Since Illya had become weaker, it was up to her to protect her.

In the next instant, the red phantom was already upon them. Before Miyu could react, her hands were pinned down.

Miyu’s pupils constricted as their lips gently touched, commencing the traditional ’mana transfer’

"..." Illya stared blankly at this absurd battle, the light long gone from her eyes.

Who am I? Where am I?

After a long while, accompanied by the sound of swallowing, Kuro finally released the limp and powerless Miyu, wiping the corner of her mouth with her hand.

"Mwah—thanks for the meal!"

Miyu, looking utterly bereft of the will to live, watched Illya run towards her, whispering faintly: "I’m... sorry!"

With that, she completely lost consciousness... ]

[ ..... ]

?Projection of All Worlds?

"Heh heh, Miyu, the one who stole your first kiss wasn’t Illya, IT WAS KONO KURO DA—!!"

Although the crowd didn’t quite know what Miyu was apologizing for... they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Are magical girl battles always this explosive?!

.....

?Type-Moon World, Fourth Holy Grail War Worldline?

"..."

Irisviel, the nine-year-old mother, was completely dumbstruck. Watching the actions of her dark-skinned daughter, she only wanted to say one thing.

WHY ARE YOU SO SKILLED AT THIS—!!

For some reason, she felt like Illya had lost.

Emiya Kiritsugu continued to analyze the situation calmly:

"That was a mana transfer. Miyu fainted because she lost too much magical energy in a short period."

This should hopefully pull Illya back, who seemed to be vaguely stepping through the gates of a new world!

?Type-Moon World, Fifth Holy Grail War Worldline?

Swish—

Everyone turned their gaze in unison to scrutinize Archer. You can go ahead and book a bed at the German Orthopedics Hospital; this is definitely a leg-breaking dark history!

"..."

Feeling the prickly stares from those around him, Red A remained silent, looking down at the floor. You don’t say, this floor is really made of floor.

Just as the crowd was about to speak, they heard Illya’s lament:

"Don’t do such weird things while wearing my face!"

Saying this, Illya slumped onto the table, her eyes empty, looking entirely hopeless.

In such a short time, she felt like she had been slapped with so many labels... the perverted sister who likes her brother, the magical girl in strange outfits, and now an elementary schooler with abnormal preferences!

She just wanted to say it was all fake! Fake news!

Just what kind of life is the Illya in that Prisma Illya world living?! Aren’t there way too many social death scenarios?!

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