"Ugh, idiot Evan! Hurry up and compensate me for my berserker!"
In the living room of the Emiya family, Evan was watching TV. Illya was riding on Evan's shoulders and shaking Evan's head with her arms.
"Evan! You've traumatized my berserker! Hurry up and make it up to me! Like, make me your servant or something!"
As Illya spoke, she pointed at the berserker in the corner. The berserker was now squatting in the corner, faithfully carrying out Illya's orders, stretching out his thick fingers and drawing circles on the ground. Because he used too much force, the floor of the Emiya family was broken by him. Emiya Kiritsugu could only watch with a wry smile.
On one side is his willful daughter, and on the other side is the even more willful Evan. Kiritsugu Emiya decisively chose not to help either side.
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