A/N: Hello, welcome everyone. This is a rewrite of my second fic of the same name, you check my profile for that.

For everyone that has read the original here are the changes:

-New pacing

-Aged down Shirou's reincarnation (27-20)

-Shortened his new name

-New introduction

-Aged up Illya's reincarnation (16-18)

-Some story changes

Disclaimer: This is newbie work so don't expect too much.

Now without further ado let's get started!

Cold, everything was so cold. The room was dark, my eyes barely even opening themselves. I knew my death was near, sooner or later this artificial life would be taken from me. My friends, my family, everything would be taken away from me.

I see silhouettes besides me, a girl with long hair and another one with twintails stood in front of me. A woman with short hair holds my hand as they weep… And finally, a boy, my younger brother… I love him the most, he gave me the life I never thought I would've ever had.

'Mama, Kiritsugu? Are you watching me? Your baby girl had lived a good life, I've met many friends, and I enjoyed the little pleasures life could give. But I'm leaving it now, and maybe I'll meet you soon.' I thought.

I smile as I look at my brother one more time, god he's such a worrywart. My breath starts to shorten, I feel myself drift away from consciousness. My brother hugs me as he shares his body heat one last time.

Even in my last moments he helps me overcome my fears. I suddenly felt a cold substance trickle down my back. Was that- tears? The boy who barely knows how to project emotions genuinely is crying.

"Shhh, Shirou you have done enough for me." I said as I stroke his back.

"I-Illya?" He responds to me, clearly trembling.

"I don't need anything else besides this, so don't cry." I touch his cheek as my hand were wet with his tears. "Thank you… for everything." I hug him even tighter, using every ounce of my remaining strength.

"Illya, stop that, you'll strain your body even more." See? Extreme worrywart.

"Silly Onii-chan, if I die here I might as well do the thing I love the most." I told him, my voice getting weaker every second.

"Again… Thank you-" My tears well up as I knew what my last words would be.

"-My hero."

"That… dream, what was it?" A young woman said as she opens her eyes. She looks at the mirror beside her. A frail body despite being seventeen years of age, her hair as white as snow and her eyes as red as blood. Though- those eyes never had a shine in them, it was always empty.

The princess of Antaria, Florence Elise Meriallis. A beautiful woman who has always live inside her room and was never seen in public due to her frailness.

"Ah, I see nothing changed." She said emotionlessly. She expected as much, in all her life she has been devoid of emotion and will. She was more of a doll than human, a decoration. "But, what is… this ache in my heart."

Many things perplexed her in life. Like how people laugh, cry, and get angry. But most of all: Why does brother Isaiah visit her every single day? For the longest time her brother had always visited her, not a single day he would miss. Even if he was ill or fresh from battle.

She'd long accepted that she was empty, a person who cannot in their life decide for themselves has no business in pretending to be human. But today was different, she felt something, somehow.

Then suddenly she felt a heavy sensation in her chest. "What…?" She clutches it as she knelt down the floor.

"Urgh!" She suddenly vomits an excessive amount of blood, it was trickling down from her throat as she gasps for air. A loud thud was heard as she collapses on the floor.

"Your Highness!?" A maid knocks from outside. "Are you alright!?" There was no answer. "I'm entering now!" the maid opens the door with their own designated key.

"Kyaaa!" They jumped out as they see their princess bathed and passed out in the pool of their own blood, their white dress stained red with it. "I-I will call the doctor! Hang in there princess!" The maid ran as fast as they can.

(2 hours later)

The princess was lying in her bed in a sitting position. She was in her usual dazed-like state, although she hadn't talked in hours. The servants knew this was normal though.

There was man wearing a brown trench coat sitting beside her bed, he has white hair and wrinkles, it was a doctor.

"She seems… to be alright." The doctor said as they put their stethoscopes to princess' chest. "She seems to be brimming with mana though. Has she ever practiced magic before?"

"N-no, as far as I know she's incapable of magic." The maid responded.

The doctor cups their chin. "Hmmm, how peculiar. Above average output certainly, but not life threatening." He checks his notes. "Last time I saw this much output was with the arch-mage, but he's been practicing magic his whole life."

The door suddenly opens from the outside. They all look to know who was entering. Fiery red hair and olive eyes, he was wearing a blue military coat with lion designs in it. It was the crown prince, he was panting heavily.

"Your Highness Isaiah, you have come." The doctor bowed.

Isaiah nodded. "So I did." He looks at his sister. "I came as fast as possible, is she alright?"

"She is, my lord." The doctor nods. "You are free to approach her." He backs away to give way to the prince.

"Thank you." The crown prince walks and sits beside the princess' bed. "Elise? It's Isaiah. Do you recognize me?" He said gently, as if talking to a child and not a grown woman.

She looked at the prince for a few seconds. Then, her eyes suddenly changes: it bore a little glimmer. "That's…not right." She spoke on a very soft voice. "Your name…not…Is...aiah." Elise suddenly grabbed Isaiah's hips and hugged him tightly. "Hmmmm, very warm."

"E-Elise!? What's the meaning of this?" Isaiah said, extremely perplexed.

"Shhhh." She spoke, she then caressed the prince' back, like a mother consoling a child.

Eventually she stopped, she was still looking at Isaiah. "Your name…Shirou, Onii-chan!" She touches both of the crown prince' cheeks. The doll princess, the one cursed by the gods to have no will: Smiled widely while tears come down her eyes. "Hehe~"

All the people in the room were silent. How can such a pure beauty be allowed outside and be corrupted by the ugliness of the world!? They all thought. Isaiah however, was thinking something diffirent:

"Illya?"

Winter has passed, it is time for the tired souls to be born anew.

(1 year later)

"Big Brother!" A young woman opened the door to the kitchen. She saw a man with rugged clothes and red hair, he was surrounded with distressed cooks who were trying to stop him in some way.

"What the hell are you doing!?" The young woman asked the red-haired man. Her hair was white as snow and her eyes were blood red.

"Oh, Elise." He smiles awkwardly. "Forgive me, the magic-powered stove broke down." He rubbed the back of his neck. "The cooks were complaining about it and I happen to come by."

One of the cooks stepped up and spoke. "Y-your highness, the blame solely lies on us. We tried to stop him but he was too stubborn."

The now identified Elise ignored the cook, knowing exactly who to blame for this. "Crown Prince Isaiah Meriallis of The Great Kingdom of Antaria, why are you not prepared yet? The coronation starts three hours from now, are you planning on wearing-" She points at his greasy clothes "-Those on the parade!?"

"Elise, I-"

Elise sighs and puts her hand on her temple. "Nevermind, why do I even bother? Come here!" She grabs his hand as she drags him outside of the kitchen.

"Illya, s-slow down!" Isaiah said.

"No, Shirou we are not slowing down." She said as she walks faster. "You need to get ready before the parade starts, which is an hour from now."

They arrived at the dressing room and she shoves her brother with the maids inside. "Get him dressed in less than an hour, remove the grime from him as much as possible, understand?" She commands the maids and beauticians.

"Yes, your highness." They bowed in unison.

(3 hours later…)

The crowd cheers as the crown prince enters the throne room after a procession. He looks up and sees the current king, Helmsly Ionius Meriallis, the late king's brother, forced into a role that he deems himself unworthy of for fifteen years.

But finally, after years of waiting he could finally crown the rightful king of this nation.

"Nephew…" He looks at Isaiah proudly.

"My king." Isaiah responds by nodding. He then kneels in front of him to start the ceremony.

"Do you- promise to serve this kingdom in all of your being?" Helmlsy shouts as the crowd went silent.

"I do."

"Do promise to bare its burdens in silent sacrifice for the sake of its people!?" He shouts louder.

"I do!" Isaiah shouts, still kneeling.

"Do you promise- to roar loudly as a lion and to proudly bare the banner of Antaria!!?"

"I DO!"

Helmsly smiles. "Then you are ready!"

A priest brings the crown in a cushion. Helmsly takes the crown and potions it to Isaiah' head. "From this day onward, I declare you: sovereign of Antaria! May it prosper in your hands!" He lays the crown in Isaiah's head, signaling him to rise and for Helmsly to bow. "Take the throne." He puts his hand on his nephew's shoulder as he smiles proudly. "Your Majesty."

The newly-crowned king steps forward as he approaches the throne. There, besides the throne was his sister. 'Onii-chan.' she says to him mentally using magecraft.

'Illya' He nods. He sits down in the throne and takes the monarch's scepter.

"ALL HAIL KING ISAIAH!"

"ALL HAIL ANTARIA!"

The crowd cheered in admiration as their new king waved his hand.

"The stage is set, brother" Illya spoke.

"Yes, It is." Shirou responds.

(One week later)

A young man with brown hair and bright blue eyes stands in front of the castle. His name is Lars Watson, he was suddenly invited as the newly crowned king's second aide after graduating. He couldn't exactly say that he was not nervous. I mean come on! He's an amateur that suddenly got roped in high society.

"It's now or never!" He fixes his tie as he enters the castle gates.

At the same time, there was a carriage that arrived at the gates. A person then came out of it.

It was a man with flowing blue hair wearing a monocle. He was hired as the new librarian of the grand library at the castle. His name was Raul Edinburgh, an intellectual and a certified scribe. He is the son of a marquis that runs their business in printing newspapers for all of the kingdom.

Next to him was Jackson Antares, Raul's friend, a knight in training who was recommended for the royal platoon. He excelled in his class in the knight academy, graduating top of the class, he is the son of a duke, and the king's cousin. Contrasting his friend's demeanour: He has a happy-go-lucky personality, often times being called an airhead. He has blond hair and he was wearing a knight academy uniform. It was a polo with slanted red stripes in the hips, in its right shoulder is a lion insignia roaring proudly.

"Ya ready for this?" Jack said to his friend.

"How uncouth." Raul fixes his monocle. "Of course I am ready."

"Let's go!"

Above them, in a balcony was the princess Elise, looking down at them in anticipation. "Capture targets are here." She turns back and closes the door to the balcony. "Gotta tell Shirou."

A mile away was the city square, it was busy with all kinds of shops and people. At the fountain was a woman in a black hood that conceals her face, she was looking at the air and talking to herself.

"So I AM in the game, interesting." She grins. "This is gonna be SO fun."

The king was signing papers with his first aide. It was a bunch of hiring fliers for new staff at the castle.

One is for maids, another for coachmen, gardeners, cooks, etcetera.

"So its started." The king said as he looks at the clock.

"My king, I may not know about yours and the princess' schemes. But isn't this thing too risky?" His aide said.

"No Bart. I know exactly what I'm doing." Isaiah responded with confidence.

Bart shakes his head, he couldn't in his life around what the royal family is thinking. "As you wish." He said to the king.

Shirou looks at the papers that Illya gave him.

Capture targets:

-Lars Watson

-Raul Edinburgh

-Jackson Antares

-Isaiah Meriallis

Heroine:

-Meriel Mayfield.

Villains:

-Florence Elise Meriallis

-Elizabeth Nightwillow (MIA)

It was the characters of an otome game that Illya played. Apparently they are living inside it. Shirou couldn't understand it at first but came to terms with it after a few explanations. At the second page was their profiles, that's when he knew that their cousin is involved too.

There was one problem about this whole endeavour. The villainess has been missing for a few weeks now. No one knew where she is.

"This is gonna be a hassle." Isaiah spoke as he closes the document.

A/N: I have regrets over my story decisions in the past. It was everywhere with no path and the plot is moving really slow. I had a plan but I got distracted. I got back the drawing board and re-evaluated my plans. This is the result.

My desire to elongate the chapters is also the reason why it became like that. So now, I'll just write short but compact chapters.

This fic would update sporadically as classes are now starting. I would update it in my free time!

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