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Interlude - Silver kiss Gold (Illya)

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The first stroll in town wasn't meant to be something of a scouting mission.

Convincing Sella that she was not planning to dilly-dally in this important circumstance took a lot out of her mental and physical capacity to handle her chiding. She meant quite well, but she was truly a nag when she wanted to be. Still, the young leader of the Einzbern clan had not jested with that reasoning.

Illya may have planned to end this war fast, but she knew better than just barge in unknown territory and expect for things to go as smooth as she wanted these to go. In fact, this was meant more to acclimatize with the new environment. The entire city was far more different than those she visited in Europe while she took the flights to reach Japan. Fuyuki was indeed a curious case when it comes to how modernized and yet how traditional it was compared to other towns with the same population.

One may say that it was all thanks to the efforts of the three founding families as many mundane people would have found the unusual combination of riches and limited population somewhat shifty, even if one was to take into consideration the small international hub that Fuyuki represented. There were some discrepancies which Illya spotted right as she was wandering on her own, accompanied by her Berserker.

The walk ultimately found a few stops through a few shops, mostly clothing-related ones as Illya found the Japanese dresses to be as alluring as they were exotic. She was tempted to buy a kimono, but she was told by the owner of the shop she was browsing in that it was best to have a taylor go through the hassle of creating a custom order for her.

Luckily for Illya, the owner was a certified one and she gave the foreign girl some assistance by picking her measures, establishing which colors and 'theme' were to be followed and then providing her with a date when to retrieve the piece. Two days? That was awfully fast, but it was going to spare her from worrying over getting the custom kimono from the older woman.

With that done, Illya went out to check all important elements of Fuyuki such as Homurahara Academy as a potential nest for young masters due to many of the magical groups having heirs studying there. Then the Ryuudou Temple, where she found a deactivated barrier which made it clear that someone may have set a base there. Possibly Caster, but she wasn't willing to take chances unless strictly necessary.

Her Berserker was strong, but not enough to actually handle any trap of the magical kind which may rely on trapping physical specialists such as him. Yet, the most important element was when she ended up finding a Servant in her strolling. Wearing a formal outfit, yet looking slightly plain despite bearing the right energy pattern that only a Servant would.

He was standing on the other side of a cross, giving her a smug smile that yet held a degree of nostalgia that make her stiffen in confusion. Why did he feel familiar- no, actually, why did it feel like she had a connection to him. Nothing in her mind, both her own memories and Justeaze's, gave her insight on this correlation, yet she knew it existed and that the Servant knew about it from what he said next.

"I always thought my wife's family looked quite cute, but you sure look quite adorable, child," The man commented and then Astralized, bolting to where his Master was.

Illya bolted after him despite Berserker's telling her to stop, magic boosting her pace as she tried to catch the Servant, knowing that what he just said had to mean something- she knew it meant something but- But as she turned the corner, she stumbled on someone and tripped on them. Before she knew it, Illya's lips were being greeted by another pair of lips. These more tender, sweeter and owned by someone that made her heart skip as her red eyes were met with blue ones.

Pretty face, gorgeous eyes, smooth and silky blonde hair. All of that made her heartbeat skyrocked in a sudden shift into embarrassment and brief want. She pulled up, nervous yet shocked as she realized the girl she had just harassed was younger than she was. The ramification, through what culture shock she went through after regaining her freedom, left her in a state of horror and yet intrigue.

"I-I am sorry."

It wasn't Illya that spoke, despite the fact she knew she was at fault for this. Instead, the blonde seemed to be so confused that she blurted out these words.

"I should be apologizing," Illya remarked. "In fact, I almost bruised such a pretty face with my clumsiness."

It took her a moment to realize how flirty that sounded, how bold it really was as the blonde's face burst red at the phrasing. She could have worded it better, but the way it came out so naturally just felt... fitting. Why? She couldn't tell, not when she had other things to attend.

"I... Uh..."

Illya also realized she was wasting time, pulling herself up and then resuming the blind chase. If she had paused for just a moment, ignoring the sheer awkwardness her mind was riddled with, she would have realized that the one she was trying to catch had paused right by the blonde side. Her Berserker did notice, but rather than stop and engage in combat, Herakles gave chase to his foolish Master and hoped she wasn't going to elude him for long.

As Ria got up from the ground, dusting herself while reorganizing her mind, her Servant manifested again and chuckled a bit while helping her up.

"Seems like you now have two girls after your heart, Master. Perhaps it's best you find a way to keep this womanizer luck of yours under check."

The ensuing cussing only made Saber even more amused. This world was just funnier than he had initially thought it to be.

AN

Next time, the first real big clash in the war. I have been delaying a lot, but I felt like I had to set this one up rather than wait for too long. What can I say? Seiba as a Harem Protagonist is predominatedly a Womanizer by charisma and luck. If Shirou has three routes (plus the botched Illya one), then she shall have her big share as 'King of Fuyuki'. Heh~.