Chapter 704: Irisviel: Husband, Please Let Me Serve You!
"..."
The silence in the opulent bedroom was heavy, laden with a tension that was thick enough to cut with a blade.
Ria, the blackened King of Knights, stood by the doorway. Despite her earlier resolve to maintain her dignity, despite her swearing to herself that she would not obediently follow Ren's command like a common concubine, she had come.
Her feet had moved on their own, betraying her pride.
The bedroom was spacious, a testament to luxury, dominated by a bed wide enough to comfortably fit four people. The lighting was dim and warm, casting long, soft shadows against the walls.
Three people, dressed in comfortable, high-quality silk pajamas, looked at each other.
Ren sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed, a sovereign surveying his domain.
Standing before him was Irisviel von Einzbern. She was calm—unnaturally so. Her posture was perfect, her hands clasped demurely in front of her. She clearly knew her mission. She had been created for a purpose, and if that purpose shifted from being a Grail vessel to serving this powerful man, she would execute it with the same flawless dedication.
To use her body. To offer her purity. To serve Ren well and honestly become his woman. This was the directive etched into her soul.
But Artoria... or rather, Ria... was having a much harder time.
Ria's face was flushed, a stark contrast to her pale, alabaster skin. Being stared at by the two of them—one with a predator's amusement, the other with a doll-like serenity—made her skin crawl with embarrassment.
She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to salvage the remnants of her composure. She narrowed her golden eyes, glaring at Ren.
"Tell me," she said, her voice sharp but inwardly lacking its usual tyrannical weight. "What exactly do you want from me by calling me here at this hour?"
She huffed, turning her head slightly to hide the redness of her ears.
"If you're thinking of humiliating me by making me watch... watch that, you won't succeed! I am the King of Knights! I will not be reduced to a spectator!"
"Yes, yes, yes. The King's dignity must not be insulted, I understand completely."
Ren waved his hand perfunctorily, dismissing her outburst as one might dismiss a hissing kitten.
His gaze didn't linger on her. Instead, it fixed intently on Irisviel.
She had just emerged from the bath. She was clean, pristine, and radiated a faint, sweet fragrance like winter flowers blooming in the snow.
Her face was a masterpiece of alchemy—so beautiful and perfectly sculpted that it truly resembled a porcelain doll brought to life. Her skin was flawless, glowing with a soft, ethereal light under the room's lamps.
Her eyes were the color of rubies, deep and clear, reflecting Ren's image without a hint of deception. Her long silver hair, shining like spun moonlight or fresh snow, cascaded down her back, framing her delicate shoulders.
The silk nightgown she wore barely concealed the curves of her figure. It clung to her waist and hips, teasing the imagination.
She was truly a peerless beauty. The 'White Shape' of the Einzbern family.
Especially that combination of silver hair and red eyes... Hiss.
Even Ren, who had seen countless beauties across the multiverse, couldn't help but admire her. There was a fragile, ephemeral quality to her that made one want to protect her, and yet, a hidden strength that made one want to conquer her.
He reached out, his fingers trailing through the air, before he turned his head to tease the sulking Dragon King.
"Ria," Ren said softly, his voice low and magnetic. "Don't you feel a familiar aura on Irisviel?"
"A familiar aura?"
Ria frowned. She uncrossed her arms and took a step closer, her golden eyes scrutinizing Irisviel from head to toe.
She sensed the high-density mana characteristic of a homunculus. She sensed the purity of her soul. But beyond that?
Ria scrutinized her for a long while but found no specific clues.
"I sense nothing but the mana of the Einzberns," Ria admitted, looking puzzled. "Why? Is there some trickery?"
She didn't think Ren had any reason to trick her about something like this. He was arrogant, yes, but he wasn't a liar.
"You really can't feel it?"
Ren shook his head with a slight smile. "Perhaps it has been integrated too perfectly."
He reached out and placed his thumb gently against the center of Irisviel's forehead (glabella).
"Unnh..."
The gentle touch made Irisviel's body tremble. She didn't pull away; she leaned into his touch like a moth seeking a flame.
Ren channeled a tiny sliver of his power.
Hummmm—
A low resonance filled the room. A circle of golden light, faint but majestic, rippled out from Irisviel's body. It wasn't the white light of the Einzberns; it was the golden light of legends.
And in that moment, Ria finally felt it.
Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched in her throat.
That magical signature. That comforting warmth. That distinct conceptual weight.
"Avalon!"
Ria blurted out the name, her voice cracking with disbelief.
Ren nodded, withdrawing his hand. "That's right. She has your scabbard, Avalon: The Everdistant Utopia, implanted inside her body."
The Scabbard of Excalibur. The ultimate defense. The artifact named after the land of fairies where King Arthur rests.
Its wielder would not age. Their injuries would heal almost instantly. It was a crystallization of the concept of "protection."
"Why..." Ria murmured, staring at the silver-haired woman with new eyes. "Why does she have Avalon in her body? That was lost... I thought it was lost forever."
Ria wasn't excited about getting back her lost Noble Phantasm for the sake of power. With Ren here, she lacked nothing. She wasn't worried about combat.
She didn't even realize that subconsciously, she had come to trust Ren completely.
"That's because of Irisviel's identity," Ren explained calmly.
"You... You know about that?!"
Irisviel, who had remained silent and doll-like, showed a shocked expression for the first time. Her ruby eyes trembled. Her secret—the purpose of her creation—was the deepest lore of the Einzbern family.
"Hehe. My dear Iri," Ren chuckled, his confidence radiating like the sun. "If you want to hide anything from me, you'd have to hide beyond the boundaries of countless universes. And even then, I would find you."
Ren began to explain her identity, laying bare the cruel reality of her existence to Ria.
"She is actually the vessel for the Lesser Holy Grail, prepared by the Einzbern family for the Fourth Holy Grail War."
"She is responsible for collecting and retaining the souls of Servants who are defeated. As the war progresses, as more Heroic Spirits fall, their souls enter her. She will slowly lose her human functions."
Ren's voice turned colder as he described the mechanics.
"The collected Servant souls will perform an important task in the final stage of the ritual performed by the Greater Holy Grail. She is the key. But keys are often broken when the lock is turned."
"Irisviel's life is designed to be consumed rapidly. She is a sacrifice."
Ria listened, her expression darkening with every word.
"And Avalon," Ren continued, pointing at Irisviel's chest, "was sealed into her body as a conceptual armament. Even without Kiritsugu Emiya in this timeline, Old Man Acht—that rotting pile of obsession—still did this."
"Why?" Ria asked.
"Because of its ability," Ren replied. "This Noble Phantasm heals the wielder's injuries and halts aging. It keeps the vessel pristine. It keeps the meat fresh until it's time for the slaughter."
"So that's how it is..."
Ria's enlightened gaze lingered on Irisviel. The initial awkwardness and jealousy vanished, replaced by a profound sense of pity and kinship.
She looked at this fragile woman, created only to die.
"In that case," Ria said softly, turning her head away. "Let Avalon stay with her."
"Ria?" Ren raised an eyebrow.
"I said, let her keep it," Ria insisted, her voice firm. "If that scabbard is the only thing keeping her alive, then I, the King, grant her permission to use it. I do not need it."
She couldn't bear to see such a life fade so quickly. Especially after learning that the other party was also a homunculus—created, not born. As someone who carried the burden of a kingdom alone, Ria felt a strange resonance with Irisviel's fate.
However, Ren shook his head slowly.
"Your things must, of course, be returned to you, my Queen."
"But—!"
"Ren-sama is right."
Irisviel interrupted, her voice trembling but resolute. A bitter look flashed deep within her ruby eyes—the resignation of a tool that knew its expiration date had arrived.
She bowed respectfully to Ria, then to Ren.
"Mmm. Everything is up to Ren-sama. I am yours to command."
She stepped closer to Ren, placing her hand over her heart.
"Even before my life passes... even if I only have a few moments left... Irisviel will definitely serve you well. That is my wish."
After everything was revealed, she had prepared herself mentally. She assumed Ren wanted the Noble Phantasm back, and once it was gone, her weak homunculus body would likely collapse under the strain of existence.
But she didn't mind. To serve a Lord like this, even for a moment, was a better fate than becoming a cup for souls.
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, quietly waiting for Ren to reach into her chest and take Avalon. She waited for the end.
Suddenly.
A warm, passionate touch pressed against her lips.
"Hmm?!"
Her eyes snapped open in shock.
What she saw was Ren's face, close to hers. He wasn't reaching into her chest. He was kissing her.
And he wasn't just kissing her; with one hand, he pulled her whole body into his embrace, crushing her soft form against his chest. He began to take more, invading her mouth with a dominance that shattered her resignation.
"???"
Ria watched this scene from the side, her heart trembling violently.
Her mouth opened slightly, then closed. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.
She didn't dare to interrupt.
Because she didn't know what identity she should use to stop him. Was she his lover? His servant? His King?
None of those titles gave her the right to stop him from claiming another.
She could only stare, her heart churning with a sour, burning feeling of jealousy mixed with a strange, voyeuristic arousal.
The room was filled with the sound of their kiss.
Five minutes later.
Ren finally released the soft, bewildered, and completely confused Irisviel. Her face was flushed a deep scarlet, her breathing ragged, her eyes swirling with moisture.
She looked like she had been thoroughly ravaged by that kiss alone.
Ren pressed his thumb against her forehead again. His aura flared—an oppressive, majestic Haki that filled the room.
"What are you thinking, you silly woman?"
He looked into her eyes, his voice commanding and absolute.
"Since I said I'd marry you and make you my wife, how could I let you die? Do you take my words for lies?"
"I..." Irisviel stammered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Trust me."
Saying that, Ren's hand glowed with an intense, blinding light. He reached into her chest—not surgically, but conceptually.
Shing!
A sound like a sword being drawn echoed in the mental plane.
Ren pulled his hand back. In his grip was a sheath made of golden faerie metal, decorated with blue enamel that pulsed with the magic of the Everdistant Utopia.
He took Avalon out of Irisviel's body with one hand and casually threw it through the air.
"Catch."
"!!!"
Ria snapped back to reality. She acted on instinct, her hand darting out to snatch the relic from the air.
The moment her fingers touched the cold metal, a surge of magical energy rushed through her. It was a reunion of soul and armament.
But she didn't have time to dwell on it. She looked up, about to scold him for his crude behavior towards a divine construct.
"Ren! You can't just toss a Noble Phantasm like a frisbee—"
But her words died in her throat.
Because unexpectedly, Ren didn't stop there.
He grabbed Irisviel's shoulders and kissed her again.
"!!!"
This time, Irisviel was truly shocked.
The moment Avalon left her body, she had felt it—the sudden, terrifying void. The coldness. The structural integrity of her magical circuits beginning to fray. The pain of her artificial nature asserting itself.
She thought she was dying.
But when Ren kissed her again, a floodgate opened.
A powerful, tyrannical life force flowed from his lips into hers. It wasn't just mana; it was vitality. It was the power of a God of Creation.
It rushed through her teeth, down her throat, and spread throughout her entire body like wildfire. It filled the void left by Avalon and overflowed.
Buzz—
Points of light began to radiate from her body. The magical circuits that bound her to the Grail System were forcibly illuminated.
Ren's will clamped down on those circuits.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
The sounds of metaphysical chains breaking.
The light points condensed outside her body, forming a phantom image of a small, golden chalice—the Lesser Grail.
Their lips parted with a soft sound.
Ren reached out and grabbed the phantom Grail, crushing the connection between it and the woman in his arms.
"I've separated your biological existence from the Grail's magical system," Ren said gently, holding her face in his hands. "Now, you and the Grail are independent entities. You are no longer a vessel."
He smiled, his eyes glowing with power.
"And I casually used a bit of my authority to perfect the flaws in your homunculus design. No more shortened lifespan. No more genetic defects."
He looked at her with possessive pride.
"From now on, you are a true human, Irisviel. You will live as long as I do."
…
Irisviel's mind was in a whirl. The world was spinning.
She had never imagined this.
She was a tool. A doll. A sacrifice created by the Einzbern alchemy to retrieve the Third Magic.
She had resigned herself to her fate from the moment of her birth.
But now?
She touched her chest. Her heart... it was beating strong. Not with the rhythmic, artificial pulse of a homunculus, but with the chaotic, vibrant drum of a human woman.
She felt her body lighter than ever before. The cold weight of destiny was gone.
All of this… was brought by this strange, domineering man in front of her.
He had crashed into the Einzbern castle. He had demanded her hand in marriage. He had stolen her away.
And now, he had given her life.
The moment her burgundy eyes met Ren's, something inside her snapped. The dam holding back her emotions crumbled.
Her heart pounded rapidly—thump, thump, thump—deafening in her own ears.
In Irisviel's previously emotionless, doll-like eyes, a gentle affection emerged. It wasn't programmed loyalty. It was love. Deep, overwhelming, worshipping love.
This man was her God. Her Savior. Her Husband.
"Ren… No..."
She shook her head, her silver hair swaying. Her cheeks were flushed with a mixture of relief, joy, and a rising heat she had never experienced before.
She looked at him with eyes dripping with water and desire.
"Husband..." she whispered, her voice husky. "May I… serve you to rest? Please?"
"Huh?"
With the sudden change in her address and the intense look in her eyes, even Ren was momentarily caught off guard. He hadn't expected the "doll" to break her shell so quickly and so aggressively.
Before he could react, she moved.
Irisviel threw her arms around his neck and actively kissed him.
It wasn't like the previous kisses. This was desperate. It was a demand. It was a much more intense, wet, and clumsy exploration of her new feelings.
"Mmnn..."
There was also a tender, smooth hand reaching down, sliding under his shirt, exploring the muscles of his waist with trembling curiosity.
At this point, Ren certainly understood what she wanted to do. She wanted to prove her existence. She wanted to bind herself to him in the most primal way possible.
He smiled against her lips.
"As you wish, my wife."
He didn't hesitate. He simply laid her down on the large, soft bed, her silver hair spreading out like a halo around her head.
Ria, still clutching Avalon by the door, watched with wide eyes. Her face burned, but she couldn't look away. The air in the room grew hot, heavy with the scent of pheromones and magic.
"Wait... you..." Ria stammered, realizing she was trapped in the room with them.
But neither of them was listening to the King anymore.
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