Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Whatever, I just want the result." The golden Heroic Spirit, with his back to Kirei, waved his hand impatiently.

Having received the promise, Kirei Kotomine finally smiled, looked at Waver who was unable to move in the room, and clapped his hands.

The skylight opened, and the pool water that had been accumulating outside was suddenly forced out and poured down, soaking the unsuspecting Weber.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Kirei Kotomine ignored him and continued, "At first, I wanted to seduce the Master and get him to cut off the head of the Holy Grail. Then, when he was caught up in the joy of obtaining the Holy Grail, I would appear and let him lose his life in regret and despair."

"However, I didn't expect the Master to be so determined, and the King also showed mercy by not killing him directly—but it doesn't matter, the reverse would be the same."

"When the Master, having lost his Master, finally breaks through our 'barriers' and enters this secret room, only to find the Master's corpse, what expression will that self-proclaimed king have on his face? Heh... Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it."

Staring intently at Kirei Kotomine's eerie smile until the sealed door of the secret room slowly closed, Waver felt the water instantly rise to his ankles. He gritted his teeth and, once again, reached his hand towards his feet—

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside the secret room, along with a familiar, booming roar:

"Weber! Where are you, you brat? I'm coming to save you!!"

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Chapter 171 The Countdown to the Final Battle

Tick-tock, tick-tock. 卄υ乂

Raindrops fell from the eaves, and the bamboo groves by the pond rustled softly, section by section.

The aroma of tea filled the air as a white-haired youth sat on the veranda, gazing up at the gray sky.

The moon will be very bright tonight. If the temperature is cool, we can enjoy the moon here with Miyu and the others.

The young man emptied his mind, letting his thoughts wander freely, until a beautiful head of silver hair entered his field of vision. Turning his head, he saw that the ruby-like eyes were full of resentment.

"Irisviel."

"Little Sakuzuki, you've left me at a loss for what to do." Despite being a mother, Irisviel pouted, her brows still holding a girlish coquettishness. "Taking me away like this, Kiritsugu must be frantic."

"It's alright, I've already left him the information." The young man picked up the teapot and gazed at the emerald green water flowing into the celadon teacup.

"Sit down. Even though there's no moon, listening to the rain can help you relax."

"He's clearly a young man, but he looks like a little old man." Irisviel muttered, sitting down next to Sakutsuki, who was dressed in a black and white kimono. She picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then stuck out her tongue as she put the teacup back in its place. "Is this tea? It tastes so bitter."

"That's because you're not used to it yet, Madam." Shuoyue smiled as she picked up her teacup, the tea going down her throat before leaving a sweet aftertaste. "Back to the point, what brings you here?"

"Of course, there are many things I want to ask you, such as what's going on with Ilya? Can the magic on her heart be untied?"

"You care more about your daughter than the Greater Grail? Well, I can remove the spell from her anytime, but..."

"but what?"

“However, if you want your daughter to escape the fate of the ‘Lesser Grail,’ it’s best to maintain this state,” Sakuzuki said. “Through Miyu’s magical perception, I was able to use projection magic to create a simulated heart for Illyasviel and then asked a puppeteer to remake it.”

"But...isn't this the tactic you used to threaten us, Shuoyue?"

"Yes, it's both a threat and a salvation. Just as what truly threatens humanity is the very desire to protect it, things always have two sides—although that puppeteer is currently in the throes of a 007 work schedule, she'll have time to deal with Ilya's matter the day after tomorrow, right? At that time, I'll use displacement magic to help her escape her future misfortune, so..."

"so?"

Seeing Irisviel's puzzled expression, the young man revealed a sly look: "So, even if it's just for Ilya's sake, you all have to protect me, okay?"

"How cunning you are." Irisviel gave a helpless wry smile, her eyes gleaming with joy. "So when will the Holy Grail War end? In the end, we don't even know what your purpose is."

This time, the composed young man finally fell silent. After a long while, he said, "There's still some time. Let me tell you a story, Irisviel, a story that... happened in another world."

"You really do enjoy telling stories, Xiao Shuoyue."

“Not at all, it’s just that some things are easier to say from an outsider’s perspective,” Shuoyue said. “So, where should we begin…”

"Let's begin with the story of a man named 'Emiya Kiritsugu' who, along with a minor Holy Grail named 'Irisviel,' brought his Servants to Fuyuki City."

"It's just that there is no 'new moon' in this story."

The rain pattered softly, the aroma of tea wafted gently, and the young man's voice, as if in a dream, recounted the gray past, the silver present, and the crimson future.

Ultimately, Shirou, the boy adopted by Kiritsugu Emiya, vowed to become a hero in Kiritsugu's place, to become the person Kiritsugu once admired but ultimately gave up on. The desire to protect smiles and gentleness, the wish for happiness to be eternal, was passed on to his adopted son from a man who had lived a life of nothingness and achievement.

"And so, the gears of fate continued to turn, leading to a predetermined yet unknowable destination."

Sakuyue finally stopped speaking. Before he knew it, Miyu and even Hisayu Maiya had gathered around him, while Irisviel, who had been sitting beside him from the beginning, was now in tears, choking out as she asked:

"Back then, the 'Shirou' you called yourself was..."

“Yes, that was me, or rather—that was the original power I inherited. A man in another world, also called ‘Emiya Shirou,’ gave me everything he had left, including his bonds and destiny.” Sakuyue confessed. “Although the story unfolds differently from this world, due to the corruption of countless ‘Shirou’s’ on the Throne of Heroes, and my memories as someone who knows the trajectory of destiny, everyone who has a connection with an individual ‘Emiya Shirou’ will affect me.”

"So you were influenced by 'Shirou Emiya' to be so lenient with Kiritsugu Emiya?" (Thoughtful)

Shuoyue nodded: "I have to admit that because of this way of being, I do feel guilty and grateful towards Emiya Shirou. It's normal to have some favoritism towards his family. At the same time, the fragments of his soul that he left behind are also influencing me, making me subconsciously let go of many things. Otherwise, Kiritsugu would have been in my hands long ago."

"But that's all in the past. Thankfully, someone didn't play the riddle-maker. I've now realized this mistake, and Shirou Emiya's emotions can no longer bother me. Also—"

The young man stood up, stretched, and walked into the house, leaving behind a casual remark.

"My pilgrimage in this Holy Grail War will come to an end in one or two days. At that time, the mourning for a certain man will also come to a close."

"I will live on in this world in his place, with the respect due to 'New Moon'."

The gossip among Sakuzuki and the others came to an end, while in another corner of Fuyuki City, Kiritsugu Emiya was still busy trying to save someone important to him.

After signing the master-servant contract, and receiving a supply of magic power, they arrived at the church entrance at lightning speed with Kiritsugu Emiya, and then stopped.

“There’s a warning barrier outside the door. If we take another step forward, the people inside will sense our arrival,” he said. “Do you have any good ideas, Kiritsugu Emiya?”

"A solution?" Kiritsugu Emiya said, taking out his pistol and locking the safety. "The solution is for us to rush in together. If there are any Servants, you can handle them. While I'm killing Kirei Kotomine, I'll search for your Master's whereabouts."

"Finding my Master is my top priority."

“That’s impossible.” Kiritsugu Emiya turned his head to meet her gaze. “My mission is equally crucial.”

“Then let’s each do our own thing after we join the church—maybe the Servants there are more interested in the Master.” She raised an eyebrow, not backing down at all.

Faced with this blatant threat, Kiritsugu Emiya ultimately chose to back down first. "Alright, I'll help you find your Master's whereabouts first, then I'll deal with Kirei Kotomine. Do we need to sign a contract, Conqueror King?"

"No need, I'm not good with that thing. Just let me trust you this once, Master." Iskandar said meaningfully, emphasizing the last sentence, before riding the Divine Wheel and charging into the church.

"Weber! Where are you, you brat? I'm coming to save you!!"

The peace of the sacred land was shattered. Lightning crashed through concrete walls, shattered precious statues, and rampaged into the heart of the land, searching for the Master's whereabouts.

"What are you doing, King of Conquerors!" The golden hero was the first to appear before the King of Conquerors, angrily rebuking him, "You are invading my private domain, which means you are already prepared to wage war against me!"

"What kind of rambling is this!" Gilgamesh responded with a hearty laugh. "Of course I wasn't prepared! After all, you've already kidnapped my Master!"

"Then you return it!"

"However, Hero King, it wouldn't hurt for you to take a look at the mighty army under my command. How about it? Please prepare for the might of the King's army!"

The Reality Marble opened, pulling the two Servants away from the battlefield. Inside the church, a figure in black moved like a ghost, searching for his target. The priest in his robes took out his black key, ready for battle. The imprisoned little Master reached out his palm and finally touched the sole of his shoe.

The mysteries that defied common sense have been eliminated; within this church, the struggle of humankind has only just begun.

The veranda is a platform on the outer veranda of a Japanese house, used for sunbathing and watching the rain. Kiritsugu Emiya and Shirou often admired the moon here. It is also the place where Shirou was drugged and fought over by three girls in Carnival Phantasm.

Chapter 172 Servant vs. Servant, Master vs. Master

Should we abandon Kirei Kotomine and go find our Master, Waver Velvet?

Kiritsugu Emiya moved swiftly forward, his mind like a frozen lake, reflecting the entire surrounding landscape like a clear mirror. He made himself a keen probe, more sensitive than hearing and clearer than sight, with no blind spots, able to immediately detect any slightest movement, and slowly advanced in the darkness.

At the same time, we should devote some energy to thinking about our next steps.

Under normal circumstances, faced with such a request and so-called 'trust,' Kiritsugu Emiya would have scoffed and abandoned the task entrusted to him, focusing instead on saving Irisviel and killing Kirei Kotomine.

But this time is different. In the face of Servants, the power of an individual is too insignificant. For Kiritsugu, he will not only face the dangerous Kirei Kotomine, but also Sakugetsu, whose strength is comparable to that of a Servant.

Kiritsugu Emiya was confident of defeating Kirei Kotomine, but he had no confidence whatsoever against Sakumo, who still showed no signs of going all out. Moreover, Sakumo had conquered Einzbern Castle a year ago, and the seeds of fear had already been sown.

Yes, he acknowledged his inner fears, which is why, at the beginning of the Holy Grail War, the new moon did not show any hostility, and why Kiritsugu Emiya still plotted against him time and time again.

If he wants to seize the Holy Grail, the person named 'New Moon' will inevitably become his final obstacle.

Kiritsugu Emiya firmly believed this, and his intuition has been proven true. In just a few days, everything around him was taken away, and he himself was in a precarious situation.

Perhaps it was all his own doing, but Kiritsugu Emiya never wasted time on regrets. In any case, he had been abandoned, and he refused to believe Sakuzuki's lies. On this point, he shared Sakuzuki's view.

— Believing the enemy's words is foolish, and following the enemy's lead is even worse than foolish.

In order not to provoke Sakugetsu, he would kill Kirei Kotomine, but when it came time to go to Mount Enzo, Kiritsugu Emiya did not intend to follow Sakugetsu's lead.

But resistance requires resources, and for this reason, even the omnipotent magician assassin had to seek the help of a servant.

The person who took the initiative to come to him was none other than the capable assistant that Kiritsugu Emiya was looking for.

Even if they renew their contract after rescuing Waver, given Kiritsugu's understanding of them, those two naive guys will definitely repay the favor, but...

"To actually place my hopes on someone else's trust, what was I thinking..." Kiritsugu Emiya muttered to himself, then stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't that I changed my mind, but rather that I had to stop.

Before him, a man in a robe slowly emerged from the shadows, blocking Kiritsugu Emiya's path.

The two met in a narrow, straight passageway with no obstructions.

Across the corridor filled with statues, Kiritsugu Emiya saw a figure dressed in a robe.

Beyond the enamel window, Kirei Kotomine recognized his enemy's black coat.

No sooner had he made his decision than his destined adversary stood before Kiritsugu Emiya.

He held a gleaming black key in his hand, and his pupils reflected the gun barrel, which shone with gun oil.

The murderous intent naturally filled the corridor.

Amidst the murderous aura, the silver blade flashed.

With three swords in his right hand and three in his left, the executor wielded a total of six black swords with exposed blades, and sped off.

The assassin aimed his gun at the figure rapidly approaching, creating a gust of wind.

The silent duel between the assassin and the proxy unfolds here.

For him, this was the third time he had deployed his royal army.

But for him, this was the first time he had ever seen the Conqueror's army.