Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The next moment, the handsome spearman stared wide-eyed and roared, his spear thrusting with even more ferocity, deflecting the approaching Shuoyue and the dozens of weapons that followed his attack!

But no matter the circumstances, he remained the leader of the Fiona Knights, and the exceptionally skilled spearman Diarmuid!

Unable to withstand the onslaught of the enemy, Shuoyue had no choice but to project her black and white twin blades to block the crimson spear in order to advance further. Her knees trembled, and she almost knelt down.

As a third-class Rider, Diarmuid's stats far surpass his. Moreover, although he is injured, his momentum has only increased. If he continues to fight like this, Sakumo will only be torn apart by the twin spears.

Although her skills were inferior... Shuoyue smiled and charged forward with her sword.

I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve!

The spear blade clashed with the twin swords, sparking intensely once more. But then, Diarmuid looked surprised, and the spear he was gripping shot up high like a python that had been punched away!

Upon closer inspection, the golden-eyed youth was holding a heavy hammer in both hands. He grinned at him, spun around, and smashed it!

"Boom!" Amidst the powerful shockwave, Diarmuid, who had hastily raised the Yellow Rose, was sent flying backward. The moment he landed, he exerted force with both legs and spun back like lightning.

Close range and long range both belong to this young man; victory for Diarmuid Ua Duibhne is only within the reach of his lance!

Shuoyue was clearly aware of this as well. She conjured two Uzi submachine guns and pulled the triggers while quickly retreating, trying to create distance.

"Useless!" His twin pistols spun, deflecting most of the bullets for Diarmuid. Even stray bullets that struck him were deflected by a mysterious suppression. With his A+ agility boost, he approached Shuoyue in the blink of an eye, like a sports car, and mercilessly thrust out his demonic spear:

"You lost, Shuoyue!"

"No—" The golden-eyed youth stopped, his smile as refreshing and confident as ever.

"It's my victory."

The red spear that shattered the demon and the yellow spear that brought certain destruction slashed open two blood grooves in the fragile flesh, one after the other.

"What!" Kenneth, who was watching from the sidelines, widened his eyes and coughed violently due to his extreme emotions.

"How could this be..." Even he was slightly agape, stunned and speechless.

How can this be?

This shouldn't have happened at all!

The same shock lingered in his mind. His warrior instincts made him retreat quickly to create distance, but the overwhelming shock left him speechless as he touched the two wounds on his arm and waist.

The "Red Rose of Exorcism" and the "Yellow Rose of Destruction" did indeed work, inflicting great damage on the enemy.

But the enemy was not Shuoyue, but him, the owner of these two demonic spears!

"When an archer stops using his bow, it's not because he's panicked and has lost his way."

Opposite him, the unharmed youth smiled, the two demonic spears in his hands, one crimson and the other bright yellow, were so captivating.

Vermilion against vermilion.

True yellow against true yellow.

Using projection magic to create a replica of the two spears, Luna released Diarmuid's grip, severely injuring him first. The two demonic spears dissipated into spiritual particles, and he grasped the pitch-black, nameless iron bow in his hand.

"It's because I'm worried that my arrows will be too powerful, leaving the enemy no chance to even trigger the traps!"

As the twilight faded, the young man's confident and proud voice echoed through the abandoned factory, proclaiming victory in this confrontation.

After the initial shock, the two bystanders regained their ability to think.

He placed his hand on his chest and let out a long sigh of relief: "I didn't expect Shuoyue to have such a move. I didn't lose unjustly."

However, another bystander was not so shocked. Kenneth's face was grim, and his whole body was trembling with anger and fear.

No one understood the power of these two Noble Phantasms better than him—he had only injured his finger before his strength was greatly reduced and his Noble Phantasm was sealed, but Diarmuid had his entire arm cut off. With such an injury, his defeat was already inevitable!

Suddenly, the flames in Kenneth's eyes went out, and his eyes transformed into an unfathomable sea, with raging waves surging beneath the calm surface.

No, there is another way to turn defeat into victory.

He lowered his head, summoning his last strength to communicate with the miracle he still possessed.

Diarmuid

[Character Information]: Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne, a famous hero in Celtic mythology and a popular knight of the Fiona Knights. The tragedy of Diarmuid's life begins with Finn's marriage to Granny, the daughter of King Commark.

[Hidden Information]: Known as "Diarmuid the Radiant One" and "Diarmuid the One with the Beauty Mark," his beautiful appearance earned him the title of "the dream lover of all women and girls in Ireland" at the time, but he seemed quite troubled by it.

Recording conditions

1. Gain Diarmuid's approval (Completed)

2. Defeat/kill Diarmuid (Completed)

[Record condition 2 has been completed. Reward received: "Diarmuid's Spear Skill Experience"!]

A flood of knowledge rushed into his brain. Shuoyue shook his head, and all of it became nourishment for him, including his close-combat spear skills, which were able to compete with and even slightly outperform Shuoyue's.

If Sakumoku now possessed a Noble Phantasm no less powerful than Diarmuid's, she would surely be able to put on a spectacular duel with him, rather than relying solely on the battle memories brought by the projected weapon.

"Although the wound carries a similar curse, it's not beyond healing." After a brief moment of distraction, she realized something was wrong with her injuries. "Is that so? It's... a fake."

"There's no other way. If we don't have enough raw power, we can only rely on these replicas to win," Shuoyue said, shrugging.

"You are too modest." Even though the injury to his arm could not be healed for a while, the spearman still showed an appreciative smile. As the yellow demonic spear's spiritual energy dissipated, he raised the crimson demonic spear with one arm. "Playing hard to get, luring the enemy deep into your territory... your tactics are truly brilliant."

"But even so, will you continue to fight?" Shuoyue had already sensed the fighting spirit and calmly drew her bow.

“Indeed.” Diarmuid, whose wounds were still bleeding, charged forward again, attacking the new moon. “Although I lost the battle, this ‘war’ for my lord is not over yet.”

But this time, the young man with the bow showed no mercy. He struck the iron bow repeatedly, each strike, brimming with magical power, was like a bomb!

Even so, the crimson spear light still pierced through the blockade—simply because Kenneth raised his arm high and shouted from the sidelines:

"By the Command Spell, you must bring me victory!"

"Yes, my lord!"

For the first time, I was summoned, and for the first time, I accepted the Command Seal entirely by my own will.

In the blink of an eye, the one whose body was engulfed in magical flames was right in front of her. A magic spear broke through the blockade of the twin swords without any hindrance and was placed against Shuoyue's vulnerable neck.

"At least in terms of Command Seals, my lord has never been stingy!" The handsome spearman, his left arm hanging limply at his sides, announced with a radiant smile.

"Is that so?" Shuoyue remained noncommittal, turning aside from the still red rose and walking back to her side.

He has already gotten what he wanted; the so-called honor and victory are utterly insignificant.

Moreover, he also looked forward to the battle between them.

"It's your victory."

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Shuoyue." Diarmuid bowed slightly, showing respect to this powerful yet humble opponent.

When he looked up, his gaze inevitably passed over the fiercely competitive Solau behind her, who had awakened at some point.

Although unable to speak, this woman, who was not in control of her own destiny and was the fiancée of the second lord, was gazing intently at the hero's figure with her sincere, sorrowful, and desperate eyes, as if she were telling him everything.

Chapter 95 The Continuation of the Battle of Warehouse Street

Again, that look in his eyes...

The excitement of winning the first battle with the help of his lord dissipated. He closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and his handsome face was full of pity.

What is loyalty? What is love?

After Diarmuid and Princess Grani fled, Finn Markul, filled with jealousy and rage, sent all his troops to hunt down the eloping couple, treating them like wild beasts.

The battles against the giant Halbon, the nine Galba, and Finn's wet nurse, the "Morphine"... Diarmuid's heroic deeds during his escape with Granny far surpassed his reputation in the Order of Fiona. But for Diarmuid, who aspired to be a loyal subject, these heroic tales were far too ironic.

As his twin spears sliced ​​through his enemies, his chivalry was simultaneously torn apart. The conflicting principles of loyalty and his sacred oath tormented him, yet the two skillfully wielded magic spears still managed to pierce his opponent before he could succumb to confusion, causing pointless deaths.

A woman and two men—blood flowed like a river, corpses piled up like mountains, all for the affection and perseverance of these three people.

Seeing these pointless sacrifices, Finn was the first to succumb. The old monarch finally acknowledged Diarmuid's marriage to Granny, granting Diarmuid the status and land he deserved, and once again making him his subject.

This was the peace that Diarmuid had longed for, but Finn did not truly forgive Diarmuid.

He knew that Diarmuid had been cursed with the curse of "dying as a wild boar (his half-brother turned into a wild boar)," and deliberately orchestrated Diarmuid's encounter with the wild boar.

After Diarmuid was severely wounded by the boar, Finn, knowing his healing water could save him, twice spilled the water he was holding. By the time he retrieved the water for the third time, Diarmuid had already stopped breathing.

Now, Diarmuid has been summoned to the modern era as a Servant. When he looks back on his past ending, he still feels no regret, nor does he hate anyone. He wants to repay his wife's love and understand Finn's anger. It's just that fate is too cruel.

Diarmuid's life was not all suffering and sorrow. The exhilarating drinking with his lord and the tender moments with his beloved wife became irreplaceable and precious memories in his heart. Even though his life ended in tragedy, Diarmuid had no resentment towards his fate, because he and those around him had lived life to the fullest.

He didn't want to deny that one and only time in his life that was already in the past.

But if it were possible, if he had a second life, and could once again wield a lance as a knight—

The possibility of such a miracle became Diarmuid's deepest wish. He longed for a chance to reclaim the honors he had lost and the pride he could never achieve.

Unable to achieve this in a previous life, a path lived for the original intention of chivalry.

His wish was just this, which shouldn't be some unattainable luxury.

Unfortunately, his lord Kenneth also had a fiancée.

As if it were a predetermined fate, the woman named "Solau" was also a "princess" of the Sofiali family, also disliked her husband, and was also... captured by the incomparably handsome Knight of Tears.

An ominous dark cloud loomed over Diarmuid's future, and the sins he bore about his demonic appearance would once again drive a wedge between him and his new lord, Kenneth.

If he wins this battle, he will be caught in a dilemma between his lord and Solau; if he loses this battle... his lord will die because of him.

A sense of unease naturally rose in my heart, but it was dispelled by a clear and crisp voice.

"What's wrong,?"

Opening his eyes, Diarmuid saw the blond knight king holding an invisible longsword, casting a calm gaze at him.

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"The battle is about to begin. If you don't concentrate, you'll lose very quickly."

She wasn't joking. Her powerful aura, accompanied by magic, formed a shimmering armor that enveloped her entire body, making her petite frame appear as if she were hundreds of thousands of feet tall.

The Wind King's barrier was broken, and a dazzling golden sword appeared from the swirling wind. Suddenly, as if realizing something, the ahoge (cowlick) on its head bobbed, and it turned to look at the golden-eyed youth who had already laid out sunflower seeds and soda:

"New moon".

She didn't say anything, but Shuoyue already understood what she meant.

"Okay, okay... By the way, you're clearly still injured, aren't you? Is it really okay to be so generous?"