“It’s only natural to think about it,” Ying Zheng said calmly. “Although the title of the Four Emperors includes the word ‘Emperor’... they are very different from real emperors.”
"An emperor needs strategy and powerful calculations! He also needs to work hard to devise all sorts of methods... But for the Four Emperors, strength is more important than anything else."
"How did we suddenly jump to the grand strategy?" Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little confused. Weren't we just discussing the future of the Illya world?
After hesitating for a moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Illya and asked, "Speaking of which, Miss Illya, have you run into Miyu yet?"
“No.” Ilya shook her head, clenching her fists with a complicated expression. “But it should be soon… Miyu! My future best friend? She is indeed a pitiful person.”
She hadn't just watched *Fate/kaleid liner Prisma Illya*; with Waver's prompting, she had also watched *Fate/Zero*. Combined with the many scenes shown by the Council Speaker, she had become aware of what fate awaited her in other worlds…
She even felt that Miyu was another version of herself with a different name and a different appearance.
They share the same fate: she is the sealed Lesser Grail, while Miyu is the child of God who can grant wishes.
Like many others, Miyu also has a father named Kiritsugu Emiya and an older brother named Shirou Emiya.
The reason she lived a peaceful life was simply because after her parents won the Holy Grail War, they destroyed the Holy Grail ritual and sealed away the essence of her Lesser Grail... This was the first time Ilya had felt her parents' love for her so deeply.
“However,” Ilya suddenly puffed out her cheeks, “why is our family so rich in Mr. Webber’s world!”
Thinking of the Einzbern family's enormous castle, and then of her own ordinary two-story house... Ilya suddenly felt that something was very wrong.
“Isn’t this normal?” Saeko Busujima shrugged. “Nothing in this world is perfect. You’ve lost your tragic fate, and you’ve also lost your money.”
Ilya was momentarily speechless.
“Actually, I feel… Miss Irisviel is quite wealthy.” Conan pushed up his glasses. “It’s just that, in order for Illya to live an ordinary life… in the end, she could only come to Japan to buy a simple little house.”
“Don’t worry, Ilya,” Tony Stark coughed, speaking earnestly, “When you grow up, your mother might suddenly take you to Germany…to show you your family’s ancestral castle. Then you’ll naturally live the life of a second-generation noble…”
"What a wonderful life," Sawada Tsunayoshi thought with a touch of longing.
"If you want, you can do that too," Daigo Madoka said, staring at Tsunayoshi Sawada with a wry smile. "The future Tenth Vongola."
The Vongola family's wealth in Italy is in no way inferior to that of the Einzbern family. After all, they are top-tier mafia organizations.
"I'm almost driven crazy by Reborn right now." Sawada Tsunayoshi slumped into his chair as he talked about reality. "Although knowing the future made me realize that getting stronger now is the best thing to do... and I've also fought a lot during the Training Month."
“I even materialized Byakuran on the day of the final battle. But he was too strong. No matter how I circulated my death energy, I was no match for him.”
Sawada Tsunayoshi was feeling very discouraged. He had tried his best, but the harder he tried, the more he felt the gap between himself and Byakuran.
“After all, you were able to grit your teeth and continue along the original historical trajectory, with the companions by your side,” Saeko Busujima said softly. “Right now, you may feel that you are working very hard... but in fact, your potential has not yet been fully realized.”
"Is that so?" Sawada Tsunayoshi fell silent. However, he also felt that Saeko Busujima's words made a lot of sense.
"So, next time an evil entity invades the world, participate more!" Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile. "If you feel your talent isn't good enough, then use some extra methods... such as strengthening it with the power of an evil god."
"There's nothing shameful about it... Strength is what matters! Strength enhanced by the power of the evil god is the same as strength gained through self-cultivation. There's no need to worry too much about rapid improvement in the early stages leading to an unstable foundation later on."
“After all, the power of the evil god is a divine grace bestowed upon the council chairman,” Aizen said with a smile. “Don’t you agree, council chairman?”
Madara Uchiha's pupils dilated as he looked at the bronze throne, where he saw Su Han sitting quietly, looking down at the crowd below.
After a brief silence, Madara Uchiha nodded slightly and said, "Good evening, Speaker of the Council."
Su Han nodded to him, his demeanor composed and mysterious.
“Mr. Speaker of the Council,” Ilya looked at Su Han, who was shrouded in mist, feeling a little scared, but she still cheered herself up and said earnestly, “Thank you for telling me about the future.”
"It's just an equal exchange." Su Han's voice remained unchanged. "You have already given me a return of equal value."
"A return gift, I suppose." Tony Stark rubbed his temples.
He naturally didn't think that the feedback Su Han mentioned was the compensation they provided. He felt that the feedback Su Han mentioned was more about the performances they put on for Su Han.
Scanning the members present, Su Han had a thought and summoned Number Ten, who then spoke through Number Ten, "So you're just going to keep discussing the world of Ilya? Aren't you going to talk about the Drunken Sword Immortal at all? The story of that world is also very exciting."
"Hmm?" Accelerator narrowed his eyes, looking Number Ten up and down. "Such words... don't seem like something a cold-blooded guy like you would say."
Before Number Ten could speak, Conan retorted first, "Don't joke around... Number Ten has his own feelings. It's just that his way of expressing his feelings is a little different from ordinary people."
"You've been bought off with just a little favor?" Accelerator's gaze was deep and unfathomable. "Don't forget... the true nature of Number Ten is..."
Seemingly considering something, Accelerator hesitated for a moment and remained silent.
Boros's brow suddenly furrowed as he scrutinized Number Ten, then turned to look at Accelerator. "Why do you only say half of what you mean?"
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Chapter 206 Ying Zheng: I am half of the Heavenly Dao of my world (Fifth Update)
The Sword Immortal's expression was also quite subtle. He opened his mouth, but seeing that no one seemed inclined to ask, he thought it might involve some secret and swallowed his doubts. However, his curiosity only grew stronger.
“But speaking of the Drunken Sword Immortal,” Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly, his expression somewhat melancholy, “the lineage of Nuwa’s descendants is truly tragic.”
"Even as a descendant of gods, I am still willing to dedicate my strength to the common people and even sacrifice myself in the end."
“Speaking of which, the most hateful one is that Lone Sword Saint.” Tony Stark began to grind his teeth. “I saw him in the StarCraft universe acting like a hermit master… I thought he could turn the tide in the end.”
"So, he just stood on Mount Shu and watched Zhao Ling'er die? What kind of sword saint is he!"
"Although I am also saddened, I can understand my senior brother's decision." The Drunken Sword Immortal gripped the armrest of his chair, his gaze distant. "After all, that's a matter concerning the Nanzhao Kingdom, and he is the Sword Saint of the Shu Mountain in the Central Plains. How can he recklessly concern himself with what is happening in another country?"
"Moreover, he has already fought against Zhao Ling'er's fate of death."