"Speaking of which, where's Ilya?"
I looked around but didn't spot the silver-haired loli who should be clamoring and rushing over, which seemed odd. Tohsaka Rin and the others should have come together with Ilya, right? From what I remember, that stingy Tohsaka had taken it upon herself to care for the little girl and even arranged for her education—uh oh, was it because of that reason that Demon Rin sent the poor child to work in some dark factory to earn money, and during festival celebrations like this, our pitiful silver-haired loli could only be hiding from the howling cold wind by a web-covered, cold fireplace gnawing on a half piece of hard bread she earned from a day's hard work while carefully guarding her accumulated coins, all to buy her freedom one day?
The image of a pitiable Ilya in a dark and cold, lonely mansion played across my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Miss Tohsaka: she's truly someone who knows how to live!
