Chapter 42 Carving a Mark

"Irisviel!"

When she saw Roland, the warning from her intuition made Saber instantly release the surging magic power, allowing the silver-white armor woven by magic power to wrap her entire body.

The burst of magic power created a strong wind in the air and finally fell into Saber's hand, transforming into an invisible sword.

In almost an instant, he was in combat mode, but it was too late for the knight who was eager to protect.

Although he could cross this distance in an instant with the release of magic power, the magic circle hovering in the air was already ready to drop a beam of destructive light at any time.

The witch in a purple robe grabbed Irisviel's shoulders, pulled her back, and raised the glowing wand in her hand.

"Stand back, Saber, or I won't be able to guarantee your Master's safety."

"Despicable fellow!"

Irisviel was the Master whom Saber had sworn to protect, and Saber could not sit idly by and watch her life being threatened. She could only barely suppress her anger and slightly lower the weapon in her hand.

"It's still daytime here. Are you planning on violating the rules of the Holy Grail War?"

Irisviel said calmly, "If you are exposed like this, even if you eliminate us, you will become the target of public criticism, and even be put on a bounty by the church, and become the enemy of all masters."

"Heh, Homunculi, if you're worried about that, then you're underestimating me. The moment you bumped into the Master, I had already deployed the concealing barrier."

Irisviel realized belatedly that Saber had already entered a fighting stance, but still no one was paying attention to her. In fact, there were only a few of them around, and everyone else had unconsciously left the area.

"Is he actually the Master of Caster?"

I was careless. I didn't expect the caster's master to take the initiative to attack.

Based on the experience left over from past Holy Grail Wars, Heroic Spirits like casters usually hide in one position to take advantage, but I didn't expect the caster group this time to be so bold.

"Since you don't plan to kill me right away, what do you want from us?"

Although she had always acted very weak, when the purpose of this Holy Grail War changed from Einzbern's long-cherished wish to Illya's future, Irisviel had already prepared herself for death.

She looked at Roland with amazing courage, as if she didn't care about life and death.

"The original first target should have been Saber's contract."

Roland said calmly.

"That is absolutely impossible. You can take away my Command Seals, you can take away my life, but you cannot take away my Servant."

"Oh, are you doubting that I can't do it?"

"No, a Master who was able to find the Einzbern's route in such a short time and hold me hostage would never be so short-sighted."

"I am only stating the facts," Irisviel's eyes sparkled. "Even if you really have the power to sever the contract between Master and Servant, it is still the same, because the contract between Saber and me cannot be terminated by a magical connection."

"That's right. I will never acknowledge a despicable and evil person like you as my master!"

Saber glared at Roland and said righteously, "Master, please give me an order. Even if it means failure, as long as it is your order, even if it means releasing the Noble Phantasm here and perishing together with them, I will obey."

Such words made Medea frown, and the next moment, the talisman that could break all laws appeared in her hand.

As long as the contract is interrupted, even the most powerful Saber will not be able to hold on to the magic power in his body for long and will disappear.

But Irisviel's words interrupted her.

"No need, Saber, you don't need to release your Noble Phantasm, you just need to run away, that's enough."

Irisviel's voice sounded gentle yet firm: "Please, if things are impossible, just run away. You are full of magic power now. As the strongest class, if you want to run away, the caster will not be able to catch up. When that time comes, please sign a new contract with Illya. Please."

"Irisviel…"

Saber tightly grasped the sword in his hand. It was the second time that the person he was protecting was in danger, but he could do nothing.

"Don't look so scary. It makes me seem like I'm some heinous villain."

When he said this, a hint of mockery appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his voice gradually became colder.

"When faced with a despicable thief, why didn't you kill him immediately? There is no Master more loving than me."

"Thief?"

Saber showed a puzzled expression, but Irisviel's expression suddenly became tense.

"I don't understand you."

"You're such a tough talker. Does your body say the same thing?"

Roland grabbed Irisviel's hand. Irisviel, who sensed something was wrong, screamed subconsciously and tried to struggle, but it was useless. Roland's current strength was not something she could contend with.

A huge and strange magical power rushed into Irisviel's body, and a tingling and slightly warm feeling rose from there, spreading throughout the body along with the flow of magical power until it reached her skin.

"Hahahaha…"

Hot breaths came out of Irisviel's mouth, and her pure and delicate face was stained with a layer of enchanting crimson.

Irisviel's round thighs were shaking so much that they could no longer support her body, causing her to fall into Roland's arms.

Even though her will still wanted to resist, her dazed brain was no longer able to transmit such orders. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making her look weak and seductive.

Roland lifted up Irisviel's soft body and whispered softly in her ear.

"This is the mark left by the fire demon energy in your body. Even if you are the vessel, you can still feel its power."

During this time, Irisviel seemed to be fascinated, just staring at Roland's pupils that were as gorgeous as rubies.

"I was going to take you away today no matter what, but you are lucky. I didn't expect that the Einzberns could do some good things."

As the Lesser Holy Grail, Irisviel's importance is unquestionable. Killing her before the Holy Grail appears will mean that all Masters will fail directly, just like the third time.

Roland could not accept this kind of situation. He was not interested in waiting another ten years. This time, he wanted at least a guaranteed wish.

Therefore, no matter what, Roland had to keep her under his control, whether openly or secretly.

But during the physical examination just now, he suddenly discovered something.

——Irisviel is special.

This does not mean that she is a clone of the Winter Saint, who is the core of the Greater Holy Grail. In addition to the functions of the Lesser Holy Grail, Einzbern added other technologies to her.

That is, the acceptance of the demonic energy of fire. The demonic energy is extremely polluting. Even if Einzbern wants to use him through breeding, it is not that simple.

In order to prevent the embryo of the demonic energy from running wild, Irisviel's body was highly obedient to Roland's fire demonic energy, even to the point of instinct.

Roland smiled slightly, stretched out his index finger, pressed it against Irisviel's lips, and transferred his magic energy into her.

As if she was called, Irisviel covered her hot belly. Even through her clothes, she could feel strange lines moving on her skin as if they were alive.

Then, he just let go of Irisviel, causing the lady to fall helplessly to the ground.

Irisviel covered her mouth and stared at Roland in disbelief, her pupils trembling unconsciously.

"What did you do?"

Saber, unable to bear it any longer, raised her drooping sword again, but Roland grinned, revealing a very vicious smile.

"As the owner, I am only leaving a special mark on my things to prevent the thief from appearing again."