Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

No further words were needed; both parties knew the vows they should make to each other.

One day... we'll settle this once and for all.

After confirming this, he transformed into a spirit and disappeared. A moment later, the barrier that Kenneth had set up in this area was also dispelled.

As if forgotten, the sound of waves crashing against the rock walls and the distant clamor of the city began to gently vibrate the night air, descending upon the battlefield ravaged by the destructive winds.

I suddenly remembered Tiamat's voice message mentioning "Gilgamesh 2.5," and Tiamat's subsequent apology was so adorable (chuckle).

Chapter 53 Cute?

They had already retreated and left with their Masters; now, only the Master freaks of the group remain on the field.

He looked at the young man, who was clearly just a human, with a complicated expression.

"What exactly are you here for, Shuoyue?"

Looking back at tonight's battle, not to mention that the new moon's servants never appeared from beginning to end, he himself fought against and then ignored the best opportunity to defeat them, confronting and delaying their retreat... Finally, he challenged the master of the new moon, clearly showing that tonight's turmoil was not over yet.

But from beginning to end, Shuoyue did not show any intention of eliminating a Servant. Instead, she moved around and maintained a delicate balance.

"Who knows about things like that?"

When asked, Shuoyue shrugged as if it were none of her business.

"To borrow the words of the Conqueror King, 'Let future historians worry about the reasons, the plans, and all those complicated matters. We heroes just need to follow our hearts, fueled by passion, and gallop across the battlefield.'"

"That's not something a king should say." The disappointed reply was firm in its tone.

The Knight Queen believed in chivalry, and her beliefs were far removed from her wild and unrestrained motives.

"If we meet again, I will definitely have a showdown with him..."

"Alright, alright, I regret saying that." Before she knew it, Shuoyue had appeared beside her and lifted her left hand.

"New Moon!" Startled, he didn't have time to dodge.

Not only because Shuoyue's actions were not hostile and her intuition gave no warning, but also because the fatigue from the series of battles made her movements a beat slower.

"This is very rude, Shuoyue, please let me go!"

"Don't be angry, I'm just trying to help you." Shuoyue's fingers moved rhythmically on the wound, weaving magical runes that, to Artoria's astonishment, eased the numbness and pain caused by the curse.

After casting the spell, Shuoyue cleanly released her hand: "Although my magic has reached the realm of concept substitution, mystery will yield to higher mystery... Unfortunately, 'The Yellow Rose That Must Be Destroyed' is, after all, a Noble Phantasm, and the curse power it contains is too high. I cannot completely eradicate it."

The golden-eyed youth held a short dagger in his hand, its blade adorned with golden patterns—clearly, he had transferred some of the curse from his hand to the dagger through some kind of magic.

“No, that’s enough.” She stretched her left hand. “Thank you so much, Shuoyue.”

"Your serious personality is also one of your charms," ​​the young man said suddenly, stroking his chin. His expression resembled that of a certain eccentric swordsmith.

"Cute points"? What does that mean?

Despite having absorbed modern knowledge, she still couldn't fully grasp its essence, and her ahoge (cowlick) twitched involuntarily. Irisviel, who knew a little about it, covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, cleverly refraining from warning her.

Seemingly realizing her slip of the tongue, Shuoyue coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Then, would you like to come with me?"

"To the Hyatt Hotel, Kenneth's workshop?" There was no answer, but Irisviel stepped forward and spoke to Sakugetsu as her Master.

“That’s right.” Shuoyue also looked solemn and said seriously, “For you, the most important thing is to lift the curse, and I happen to be going to challenge Kenneth’s Magic Workshop tonight—I think we already have a basis for cooperation.”

"Speaking of which, why did you deliberately barge into a magician's workshop, Shuoyue? That would be very dangerous, wouldn't it?" Irisviel asked, puzzled.

Shuoyue laughed at this, saying, "Perhaps it's out of curiosity."

"Curious? Just for such a simple reason?"

"Curiosity is human nature, madam. Now that I already know about this interesting place, what reason do I have not to take on the challenge?"

Is it really just like that?

The young man's smile was so sincere, yet it concealed a secret. Under such a peculiar smile, even Irisviel was momentarily speechless, and only after a moment did she say, "So, what do you want us to do?"

"It's very simple. I'll go and fight Kenneth, and you'll fight him. That way, whichever side wins will break the curse, and whichever side loses... can't blame anyone else."

“A very straightforward plan, but it works.” Irisviel thought for a moment, then her smile suddenly became mischievous. “But in a sense, it’s also protecting that little girl named ‘Miyu’, isn’t it?”

After all, his servants had never appeared in Shuoyue's plans.

"That's only natural. Isn't it only right for an older brother to protect his younger sister?" Shuoyue made no attempt to hide her feelings. "So, how about a pleasant collaboration?"

“I don’t think I have any reason to refuse…” Irisviel was about to answer when she suddenly tugged at her sleeve and whispered something. The lady’s expression gradually became awkward. She looked at Shuoyue again, opened her mouth, but then suddenly fell silent.

"I'm sorry, Shuoyue..."

"Ah, I understand, it must have been Kiritsugu who said something, right?" Sakuzuki interrupted his wife's apology, secretly pursing his lips.

Although I had anticipated that Kiritsugu Emiya would refuse, I didn't expect him to react so quickly. Otherwise, the rift between us could have been even greater...

"Tell Kiritsugu that although I don't expect him to repay the favor, at least tonight, he should slow down so that I can properly enjoy the magic competition... otherwise he will regret it."

After her request was rejected, Shuoyue left with this nonsensical remark, got into the car cleanly and decisively, turned the handle, and disappeared from Madam He's sight.

Silently gazing in the direction Shuoyue had left, her beautiful profile betrayed neither the excitement nor the exhaustion of surviving the fierce battle. The armored female knight stood majestically on the battlefield, a picture of beauty and inviolability.

"Thank you. I was able to survive because of you."

Irisviel smiled in response to her gratitude. "I can fight the enemy without any worries because you are behind me, Irisviel."

Irisviel once again deeply realized how strong, resolute, and gentle she was.

Although she looks a full twelve years younger than herself, and still has the appearance of a young girl who hasn't grown up—so petite in stature and so slender in wrists—she is a perfect knight and a true hero in both heart and mind.

"The battle is only just beginning, Irisviel. Tonight's events are merely the first night of a series of battles to come."

yes."

“All the opponents are formidable enemies, heroes summoned from different eras… none of them are easy to deal with,” he murmured.

Even the young man named "Shuoyue," in the midst of battle, with his imposing and powerful figure, made everyone forget the fact that he was not a heroic spirit, but a person of this era.

But who would refute him when he calls himself a hero?

Despite the many heroes vying for her attention, the young woman's tone was neither anxious nor fearful. Facing the impending storm, she simply rallied her spirits.

This feeling of exhilaration and surging passion will never change, regardless of the world or the era; it is proof of the spirit of a hero.

Gazing at the star-studded night sky, the King of Knights whispered.

"This is...the Holy Grail War."

Chapter 54: Individual Preparations in Front of the Hyatt Hotel

On the top of the high-rise building

After the new moon left, Kiritsugu Emiya did not put away his gun. Instead, he took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it skillfully, let the smoke fill his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

White smoke curled up and dissipated into the air.

He raised his arm, and one of the three Command Seals on the back of his hand dimmed slightly, returning to its original state.

"Use the Command Spell to cover Master New Moon and kill him completely."

After retreating, such a strategy is undoubtedly the most reasonable and effective. Even if it cannot kill him, it can inflict great damage on him in a short period of time.

But in the end... Kiritsugu Emiya gave up.

Undoubtedly, the self-proclaimed knight would not agree to such behavior, but with just one more Command Seal, even the most disobedient machine would run smoothly as if it had been lubricated.

But when that time comes, will he be met with the cold blade of a gun, or the merciless blow of the moon, the one who trampled Einzbern underfoot?

"Chivalry... such outdated things." The man, still recovering from his injuries, sighed softly. "Why can't the Holy Grail erase the memories of its followers as well?"

And then there was that last sentence the young man uttered.

Tell Kiritsugu that although I don't expect him to repay the favor, at least tonight, he can slow down so that I can properly enjoy the magic competition.

A chill ran through my body from the feeling that I had been seen through, and a cold wind blew in the frigid night.

As an assassin lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike, the worst thing is for someone to see through your actions.

That one too, they were initially lured away by his tricks, but returned because of the Master's reminder, almost driving him to the brink of despair.

...Kirei Kotomine, the man whom he was wary of even before the war began.

He's still got his eye on me.

The scorching heat kept getting closer, almost burning his lips. Kiritsugu Emiya tossed the burnt-out cigarette butt away and quietly watched the embers die out.

He was not a warrior, nor did he have any sense of honor. When facing Kirei Kotomine and Sakugetsu, he felt not the joy of meeting a worthy opponent, but fear—a fear of the future.

Can I obtain the Holy Grail? Can I fulfill my wishes?

Is Ilya alright? And what about his wife, Irisviel…?

A sharp pain shot through his heart, but Kiritsugu Emiya's expression remained unchanged. He remained silent for a long time before finally putting away his gun and making a decision.

tonight.

The plan was brought forward.

A vibrant blue fluorescent light traversed the streets of Fuyuki City.

At a certain corner, the swift motorcycle paused briefly, and when it started moving again, a cute girl was on the back seat.

Having removed her formal attire, Miyu, now dressed in a floral kimono, wrapped her arms around Sakugetsu's waist, a satisfied expression on her face.

"You've seen Kiritsugu?" The young man's laughter blew from ahead.

Miyu didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

After that, they said nothing more to each other, simply enjoying the night breeze.

Just like the years that were briefly possessed in the past.

After an unknown amount of time, the motorcycle slowly came to a stop in front of a tall building.

This is the highest building in Fuyuki City and the best place to overlook Fuyuki City – the Hyatt Hotel.

Not only is it the highest-altitude hotel, but the Hyatt Regency also boasts unparalleled facilities and services in Fuyuki City, making it the premier hotel in the city. It was only natural that the noble "Clock Tower Lord" Kenneth chose it as his residence and temporary base. A month before his arrival, vassals of the Archibald family had already booked the presidential suite on the top floor (32nd floor), demonstrating their immense wealth.

"This is it, we're here."

Shuoyue got off the train, and even wearing a kimono did not hinder his movements. He held Miyu's hand, and the two figures, one big and one small, dressed in floral kimonos, looked up and gazed ahead.