Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Shuoyue's expression stiffened slightly: "Why do you think I would do something like this! If it weren't for our friendship..."

"Okay, okay, you're so long-winded. This isn't like you at all."

“That’s because it wasn’t me before.” Shuoyue replied casually, then leaned against the wall with Yanye, looking at the starry sky outside the window. “So, how do you feel now that the person you hate is going to die?”

"I still hate him... of course I still hate him, but I'm just a little resentful."

"Unwilling to accept it?"

"Yes, I'm not reconciled." Yiyan Ye raised his head; now, he finally understood why he had saved Tokiomi Tohsaka—

"Tokiomi Tohsaka must die, but he must not die so hastily."

“But his death must be caused by me, because I come with the flames of revenge. I want him to die in pain and regret after realizing that he pushed his daughter into the fire with his own hands.”

Recalling Kirei Kotomine's purely malicious smile, Kariya couldn't help but clench his fists.

"We can't let him die so easily, betrayed by some scoundrels just to satisfy their own desires. That kind of death is too good for him!"

"I see." Shuoyue naturally wouldn't expose anything, she just smiled and was about to speak when the door of the magic workshop suddenly opened.

The sound of two girls sobbing followed. Standing at the door, Aoi, her eyes red and swollen, looked on the verge of collapse, but still managed a forced smile for Asahi.

"Kariya, Tokiomi wants to see you."

Yan Ye opened his mouth and subconsciously looked at Shuo Yue, but the latter had already taken a step back rather slyly and given him a thumbs up.

Go for it, bro! You can do it!

...That disloyal little bastard.

With the feeling of a bad student being called to the teacher's office, Kariya took a deep breath and walked towards his family's magic workshop.

After watching the two figures disappear into the basement, Shuoyue blinked and turned to walk towards the door.

Kariya Matou didn't seem to realize what his joking remark after arriving truly meant.

"Everything is done according to your needs, but the commission fee won't be low, you know?" Shuoyue murmured to herself, then opened her hands and rhythmically wove the rhythm of a substitution magic trick with her fingers.

"But first, we need to invite the guests, and then—all irrelevant people should step aside!"

The displacement magic was activated again. Hundreds of meters away, the black-clad man and his assistant, who were watching, were immediately caught in the trap and fell into the displacement space. When they came to their senses, they were back in Einzbern Castle. Only when facing the wary Knight King did the displacement space appear before her politely. After hesitating, it stood tall and accepted Shuoyue's invitation.

Thus, at the Matou mansion, the King of Knights met the young man.

"Lord Shuoyue, why did you send Kiritsugu and Maiya away, but only have me come here?" Under the moonlight, the blonde girl tried her best to display the majesty of a king, asking the knight she had personally appointed.

Shuoyue returned the salute with the demeanor of a knight: "As before, this time, please have my king witness the farewell ceremony of the Knight of the Lake."

As if realizing something, his azure pupils contracted sharply.

"Father, father, father..."

Rin, who had just entered adolescence, sat by Tokiomi's bedside, her hands tightly gripping his arm, calling out to her most respected relative as if she could call him back from the Sanzu River.

Sakura stood beside her sister, her lips pressed tightly together, her purple eyes filled with sorrow.

Regardless, Tokiomi Tohsaka is her father, and blood is thicker than water.

When Yan Ye walked in, this was the scene that greeted him.

雁夜

If I am guilty, please let the new moon punish me, instead of making me witness this scene.

The sadness that had been lingering vanished instantly. Yan Ye leaned against the doorframe and said somewhat irritably, "So, what did you call me here for?"

Upon hearing Kariya's voice, Tokiomi Tohsaka suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilating again as soon as they regained focus.

He confessed his love, which he had kept hidden deep in his heart, to his two daughters, apologized to his lover, and entrusted his affairs to her—at this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka's life was like a kerosene lamp about to burn out, flickering on the verge of collapse.

But he still had things to say, even if those words would shatter the pride he had always been so proud of.

"Kariya, I have one last request for you—I'm entrusting Sakura to you."

"understood."

Also, please take good care of Aoi and Rin!

"!!!"

Yan Ye stared wide-eyed at the man who, though his gaze was unfocused, was still stubbornly fixed on him, and for the first time, he felt a sense of defeat.

"You don't need to tell me that!"

"Then I can rest easy..." With his last worry finally gone, Tokiomi Tohsaka took one last look at the people he loved around him, slowly closed his eyes, and finally stopped breathing.

Tohsaka, the head of the Tohsaka family, died in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

The man's arm fell limply to the ground, and the girls' heart-wrenching cries rang out. Aoi cried so hard she could barely breathe and almost fainted. Kariya stared blankly at Tohsaka Tokiomi for a long time before finally staggering upstairs. He had no interest in dealing with the sudden appearance and instead called Sakugetsu downstairs.

After calming the girls down, he declined Sakugetsu's offer to accompany him and escorted them, along with Tokiomi Tohsaka's body, to the Zenjou residence alone. Half an hour later, Kariya, empty-handed and with a lonely expression on his face, returned to the desolate Matou mansion once again.

No, I take back what I said—it's anything but quiet!

The clatter of pots and pans filled the air, and the enticing aroma made Matou Kariya's mouth water.

Under Yan Ye's astonished gaze, Shuo Yue, wearing an apron, skillfully manipulated the spatula, and after expertly stir-frying, another delicious dish with perfect color, aroma, and taste was ready. It was then placed on a plate and transported to the dining table in the courtyard by a substitution magic.

Meanwhile, the petite ones and those clad in black armor sat obediently at the dining table like elementary school students, waiting for Kariya's arrival (although the rationality of the one with the ahoge was already teetering on the brink of collapse...).

"What are you..."

"You're back?" Shuoyue put away her tools, took off her apron, and then Chaoyanye gave her a malicious smile.

"Would you like to attend the banquet first, or—"

"Eat me first?"

Chapter 163 The Round Table Civil War

"On the first day of the lunar month, we must show respect to the dead." Her gaze remained fixed on the dining table, yet the queen's composure still compelled her to admonish someone's inappropriate behavior.

“I have not been disrespectful, Your Majesty.” Shuoyue waved to the dumbfounded Yanye, signaling him to come back to his senses. “As the saying goes, ‘When Zhuangzi’s wife died, he sang while drumming on a basin.’ Although Tohsaka Tokiomi did not live a long and happy life, as a magician, he died on the road to pursuing the Root. It can be considered a worthy death. It is worth holding a grand banquet to comfort the dead and to ease the hearts of the living.”

Especially Kariya, Tokiomi entrusted Aoi and his two daughters to you before he died, didn't he?

"That's only because the Tohsaka family doesn't have anyone capable of taking over. In the end, he still wants to use me to support the Tohsaka family and let his two daughters learn magic better. Hmph, deep down he's still that magician I hate."

"Stop acting innocent after getting the benefit. Tell me, are you happy or not?"

"It would be a lie to say I'm not happy, but..." Yan Ye sighed, "How could Sister Kui, who is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, remarry so easily?"

"That's simple, force yourself on her, and time will tell. You can interpret it however you like," Shuoyue said, and as expected, she was glared at.

"Shuo! Yue! Qing!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore..."

I always felt that Shuoyue was just looking for an excuse to feed him. Although I had a feeling about it that night at the Hyatt Hotel, I didn’t expect this guy’s hobby to be so strange. Even if he is beautiful, aren’t heroic spirits all dead people engraved on their seats?

Kariya's lips twitched, but out of politeness and survival instinct, he naturally wouldn't criticize Sakugetsu's XP system. Instead, he said, "Speaking of which, Sakugetsu, do you have any way to protect the Zenjou family? Since Kirei Kotomine assassinated Tokiomi Tohsaka, he might target Aoi and the others. Besides, the Command Seals on his hands disappeared before he died..."

"Worried about your future wife and children?" Shuoyue nodded seriously. "That's easy, you can just go and guard them yourself. In the game, that's the best way to increase favorability."

"But I still have to participate in the Holy Grail War..."

"What other wishes do you want to have fulfilled? Or have your masochistic tendencies suddenly kicked in and you want to resurrect Tokiomi Tohsaka?" The young man glanced sideways and tapped the table before Kariya could erupt in rage. "Besides, didn't I say something—asking for my help comes with a fee, you know?"

Kariya blinked: "I'll return your class card to you..."

"No need. I invited you here not for this kind of thing." Shuoyue smiled coldly, crushing Yanye's hopes.

"Come on, tonight we'll put on the Round Table's traditional show—a civil war, or rather, Lord Lancelot."

The white-haired, golden-eyed youth crossed his arms and, under the astonished gazes of Yan Ye, revealed an arm full of Command Seals.

"I'll give you three more Command Seals for free, Kariya. I want to overthrow my superior, not some old man who has lost his mind."

"By the Command Spell—restore your sanity, Lancelot!"

"I command you with my second command spell—restore your sanity, Lancelot."

"I declare with my third command spell—restore your sanity, Lancelot."

It was the same recipe, the same familiar taste. Kariya stared with dead fish eyes and recklessly used up the three Command Seals he had just acquired. Even his words of command lacked the passion he once had.

"Ding-a-ling." The black mist dissipated, and the tall knight raised his wine cup, poured wine, and handed the cool wine to his master, who was exuding an aura of 'I really want to die,' with a charming smile on his lips.

"Please don't look so regretful, Master. Although it was only for a short time, I, Lancelot, have never regretted traveling with you."

"And to fight a good, decisive battle here is also my destiny."

"If I hadn't summoned you in this way..." Kariya took the wine glass, looked at the ideal knight under the night sky, smiled bitterly and drank the wine in one gulp, "However, there's no point in saying these things now. I'm grateful for your companionship along the way, and now, I should let you go and pursue your wishes—go, and bring me victory!"

"Yes, I will not fail in my mission!" Lancelot pounded his chest, expressing his deepest respect and gratitude to the Master who had summoned him.

If it weren't for Kariya Matou, he would probably still be imprisoned by a lifetime of regret and madness, instead of, as he is now, joyfully rushing towards a glorious duel under the gaze of our King.

Turning around to look at the young man who was already standing opposite him waiting, Lancelot's charming smile became even more genuine.

And the luckiest thing was that he and our king met the new moon.

A young man from a thousand years in the future thus intersected with their time and space, untangling the knots in the hearts of these people who lived in legend.

Moreover, inheriting the glory of our Round Table, after the endless night that ended the legend of King Arthur, a new sunrise has risen.

Ah, what a lucky thing this is—

As he sighed this, Lancelot's eyes sharpened, and his demonic sword pointed directly at the white-haired, golden-eyed youth:

"Unfortunately, I'm not skillful enough to let them win. Realize that!"

That is why, as a senior member of the Round Table, I must make this ray of light even more resilient!

Faced with the challenge from the First Knight of the Round Table, the young man donned a red robe and white garments, grasped a red spear in his right hand, and responded with equal spirit and arrogance:

"Anytime!"

After a brief silence, a violent storm swept through, and the sound of weapons clashing exploded outwards, centered on the two intersecting figures!

The spear shot out like a dragon, and the demonic sword drew out a clear light like lake water.

Shuoyue let out a soft shout, took a step forward, and suddenly summoned the Yellow Rose of certain destruction with her left hand, stabbing it directly at the head!

"Clang!" The hard gauntlet swung out from the side, hitting the shaft of the yellow spear and deflecting the attack's trajectory. At the same time, Lancelot shifted his feet and, with a steady stance like a heavily armored fortress, broke into Shuoyue's blockade. He twisted the magic sword and used its sharp blade to cut towards Shuoyue's chest!