Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Weber was flattered by Shuoyue's praise and couldn't help but grin foolishly: "Well, it's not actually that good..."

In any case, if they could have allies to provide them with intelligence, they could conserve their strength and take advantage of their class's high mobility to launch attacks on other groups at any time—this was indeed an incredibly tempting offer for Weber.

Clearing his throat a few times, Waver feigned a mature and composed demeanor, turning to look at his follower. "If what he said is true, then we can indeed..."

With a sharp crack, the sound of a merciless flick to the forehead echoed through the night sky. Miyu trembled in fright, while Weber, clutching his swollen forehead, crouched down with tears welling in his eyes.

Aside from his right middle finger, he looked as if nothing had happened, turned to look at Shuoyue in front of him, and asked:

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Shuoyue, you can just call me Shuoyue."

"Shuoyue, is that it? Hmm, that's an interesting name." The red-haired burly man nodded seriously, then suddenly asked, "Shuoyue, I have something to ask you."

"Please speak." This time, Shuoyue gave a truly bitter smile.

Iskandar scratched his head, looking quite troubled, and said, "I have fought on all sides and have encountered quite a few magicians who wanted to surrender, but this is the first time I have met someone like you who came in person without needing to communicate with a familiar."

"On the contrary, those warriors who are arrogant because of their strength, who pretend to surrender but actually want to assassinate me, often appear before me." At this point, the conquering king no longer concealed his killing intent.

"Yes, that's right!" Reminded, Weber momentarily forgot his pain and subconsciously raised his head to look at the young man who claimed to be "weak" and his followers, who were standing in front of them with an air of superiority.

Was it because the Holy Grail War was so special that he forgot the essence of a magician?

So-called magicians are just a bunch of stubborn individuals who stay in their magic workshops and never make a move unless absolutely necessary!

How could someone possibly appear before a Servant without any warning?

Facing the group that had become alert, Shuoyue sighed and said, "As a king who can distinguish right from wrong, you should feel the sincerity of my alliance."

“That is indeed the case. You do indeed wish to form an alliance with me.” Iskandar had already drawn the Cyprus Sword, its blade pointing directly at the new moon. “Frankly, your terms are very tempting, and I almost agreed.”

"Then why-"

"But!" The roar startled Waver. The Conqueror King, with his gruff expression, glared and roared, "From beginning to end, you have never uttered a word about giving up the Holy Grail! Since you have chosen to block my path of conquest, then we are enemies!"

"Come forth, Divine Wheel!"

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, and the giant bull, which had been restless for a long time, snorted and charged out of the void, bursting forth with purple lightning, as if the wrath of the god Zeus had descended from the sky.

Grabbing the meek Master by the collar, he leaped up and landed steadily on the chariot, roaring as he charged towards the new moon:

"Feel the power of the Conqueror, then obediently offer up your head and chariot! I've had my eye on this handsome war machine from the very beginning!"

"You're not refusing to form an alliance because you want to steal Shuoyue's motorcycle, are you?!" Weber huddled on the thunderous war machine, his face almost green.

"How could that be, hahaha...!" Amidst the laugh that only served to cover up the truth, the Divine Wheel descended from the sky, chasing after the figure of the golden-eyed youth!

"boom--!"

Chapter 26 Retreat

"boom--!"

If it were to crash into an unsuspecting human body, the sound of flesh being crushed would surely be drowned out by the rolling thunder.

Therefore, the loud noise was not caused by an egg hitting a rock, but by a violent conflict caused by a head-on collision!

But what could possibly withstand such a powerful chariot charge?

The answer is Miyu's attack, who is also a Servant!

"Fire!"

A beam of light, maximizing its output by channeling all its magical power, surged forth from the sapphire staff. Supported by Miyu's exceptionally superior magic circuits, the powerful beam of light clashed with the Divine Wheel for a moment before dissipating, thus halting Iskandar's charge.

Holding the reins, Iskandar exclaimed, "Is this the power? I never imagined that this seemingly aloof girl would be so wild."

“It’s not good to describe a girl as wild, especially a cute girl like Miyu.” After the alliance request was rejected, Sakuyue no longer needed to pretend to be submissive. She sat on the Kawasaki and retorted with a smile.

"Oh, so you're leaving already, magician named Shuoyue?" On the chariot, Iskandar raised his thick, fiery red eyebrows and provocatively said, "So you're going to cower back in your magic workshop like a rat, waiting in fear for my might?"

"Radiate!" In the face of the taunts, Miyu did not hesitate to launch a barrage of magic balls, which shot towards Iskandar from all directions, forcing him to jerk the reins to avoid the attacks that were harmless to the Servant but extremely damaging to the Master.

Taking advantage of this lull, Shuoyue did not choose to start the car and leave. Instead, as if in response to Iskandar's words, she raised her left hand high:

"Although starting a war at this time would only benefit other Masters, since the King of Conquerors has spoken, it would be unreasonable not to return the favor—let's exchange, space!"

"Oh no, he's about to cast a spell!" Waver suppressed the urge to vomit, his eyes fixed on Shuoyue's movements. After a moment, his expression changed. "How is this possible? Why have I never seen this kind of spell cast in the Clock Tower?"

"Don't just stand there, brat!" The sturdy Cypriot sword was swung out, deflecting the magic ball that almost hit Webber. His expression was grim as he maneuvered the chariot through the ever-present magic ball. "Anything can happen on the battlefield. Instead of wasting time being shocked, why don't you take a look and see what we should do now!"

Reminded by [someone], Weber finally came to his senses, but the perilous situation triggered a new round of astonishment: countless orbs of light containing deadly magic followed the Divine Wheel like ghosts, and even if some were destroyed by the burst of lightning, new ones would quickly take their place and continue to relentlessly pursue it.

If that were all, it would be fine. However, what's even stranger is that those magic orbs that had clearly left the chariot's range suddenly returned to the vicinity of the chariot after passing through a diamond-shaped door. Some even broke through the blockade of the divine lightning and headed straight for Waver!

"It really was that guy's doing!" After frantically dodging the magic ball's attack, Waver couldn't help but look at the young man on the ground with his left hand raised. "To actually attack the Master directly, how despicable!"

“You can’t say that, kid.” The one retorting was none other than Waver’s follower, “To win, you should use any means necessary. Blame it on your weakness, or perhaps on our lack of caution, which allowed the enemy to seize the opportunity first.”

"You bastard!" Waver roared in fury at the taunts of his Servant, but the magic sphere that had been shattered before him was like a bucket of ice water poured over him. Under the pressure of death, he racked his brains and finally, as Master, issued his first command: "Unleash the lightning at full power! Suppress this space!"

"Are you sure? Wouldn't this be a huge burden for you?" Iskandar glanced at Weber, his tone tinged with doubt.

Waver Velvet, a student of the Clock Tower, is often looked down upon by other families and his mentor because his family has only been a magician for three generations. He also stole his mentor Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald's relics to participate in the Holy Grail War because he was dissatisfied with his mentor's behavior. Incidentally, the quality of his magic circuits is below average.

If Waver were to unleash his full power with his Noble Phantasm, his meager magical energy would likely be quickly depleted, making it difficult to withstand his attacks.

"I don't need your nagging! Do you think you can get away with this stalemate? My mana is almost depleted, you idiot!" Under normal circumstances, Waver would have been furious, but the current situation didn't allow him to lose his temper. He could only glare fiercely and command again, "Aim, unleash the Noble Phantasm, quick!"

"Then I'll listen to you, kid!" Without hesitation, he unleashed the full power of the chariot. "Forward, towards the distant horizon! Wheel of Divine Might!"

Amidst the dazzling lightning and deafening thunder, and the furious roars of the two divine bulls, the thick, pillar-like bolts of lightning seemed poised to shatter the surrounding space, sweeping across all directions before finally carrying the chariot toward the flower-like purple-clad girl.

"Oh dear, the space displacement has been cracked." Before the Kamui Wheel arrived, the golden-eyed youth withdrew his left hand, said with a half-smile, and then snapped his fingers again, appearing at the other end with Miyu and her beloved car.

The attack, "Boom!", missed its target as expected. The aftershocks were absorbed by the earth, raising several meters of soil, which was then blasted away by the lightning. Sharp eyes pierced through the black mist, and the gazes directed at Shuoyue and Meiyou were filled with solemnity.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The flying dust choked Webber, but his eyes were full of defiance as he looked at Shuoyue. "By launching an attack and then using your magic to guide the trajectory of the attack, you achieved an effect similar to locating the enemy. I never expected you to come up with a tactic against me so quickly."

"It's just a tactical advantage. If anything, I didn't expect you to realize the problem so quickly and disrupt my magic guidance with the power of your Servant." Sakuyue looked at the young-faced Waver, held Miyu's hand and smiled, "Let's stop testing each other here."

Upon hearing this, Webber instinctively clenched his right hand, the three lines on the back of his hand glowing slightly: "Come on, we'll keep you company..."

"Beautiful nights are always so short, let's say goodbye happily!" Before Waver could utter his harsh words, Sakuyue and Miyu had already gotten on their motorcycle, started the engine, turned the handlebars, and sped away. The whole process was smooth and effortless. "See you next time, King Iskandar and Queen!"

"Huh?" Waver was all ready to use a Command Spell, but then Shuoyue just left like that. "You're just going to leave like that, you coward! And what does the Queen mean by this?!"

A large hand slapped him on the shoulder, making Webber stumble. Webber laughed heartily, showing no sign that his magic was exhausted: "Isn't this great, kid? If we kept fighting, it would really be a fight to the death!"

Before Webber could argue back, the red-haired burly man continued in his hearty voice, "This decision is quite good. I'm starting to look at you in a new light, kid!"

"Well, you don't even need to tell me!" Weber snorted, turning his head away somewhat embarrassed. "Anyway, go back and rest, you idiot!"

A moment later, the Divine Wheels set off again, speeding towards the horizon and disappearing into a ravaged forest.

Shortly after the group left, a shadowy figure appeared in the mixed woods, searched in vain for a moment, then rolled up his cloak and disappeared as well.

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Chapter 27 Reunion a Year Later

Iskandar

[Character Information]: A renowned military strategist and statesman in ancient world history. He ascended the throne at the age of 18, unified all of Greece, and then launched an eastern campaign, creating one of the largest empires in human history, profoundly influencing human history. His dream was to see the sea to its end. Because of this unwavering dream, the warriors' will remained faithfully guarding Iskandar even after their deaths.

[Hidden Information]: Insufficient conditions

Recording conditions

1. Gain the Conqueror King's approval

2. Defeat/kill Iskandar

3. Defeat the Noble Phantasm "King's Army" without using any special Noble Phantasms.

Weber Velvet (teenager)

[Character Information]: Originally a young student at the Clock Tower, he was bursting with confidence in his youth. He submitted a paper criticizing the theory of bloodline to Kenneth, the leader of aristocracy, and was humiliated in public. In order to prove himself, he stole Kenneth's relic and secretly came to Fuyuki City to participate in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

[Hidden Information]:

Recording conditions

"Onii-chan, is that red-haired man really the legendary Alexander the Great?"

The silver-green motorcycle had already left the forest and was now slowing down as it traveled along the dimly lit streets. Miyu sat sideways on her seat, looking up, as if she could still see the lightning-shining chariot in the starry sky.

Ahead of her, Shuoyue, feeling the cool night breeze, laughed and said, "What's wrong? Doesn't it seem like it?"

"Hmm~" Miyu, who had removed her formal attire and was now wearing what appeared to be an elementary school uniform, blushed slightly and shook her head. "I just feel... it's very strange."

"Is that so?" The young man's laughter carried on the wind. "Those shining stars in history, whose originally unrelated trajectories converged in this small city, they conversed amidst the clash of swords and the singing of their lives at banquets and feasts, freely and unrestrainedly expending their brief second lives. And we, these tiny humans bathed under the starry sky, can also stand shoulder to shoulder with them, fight alongside them... This feeling is truly wonderful."

"The night is still long, Miyu." On this quiet night before the storm, the most special Master in this war spoke his wish to his equally special Servant, his sister.

"With anticipation and joy, let's enjoy this magical journey together."

"Mmm." After giving a soft reply, Miyu turned around, put her arms around Sakugetsu's waist, and felt the reassuring aura emanating from him.

Is it Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly remembering Zhuangzi?

Which is true and which is false? Is it real or not?

Even though her past memories are hazy, the girl still knows clearly who she is meant to protect.

"Look there, Miyu." Her brother's call brought her back to her senses.

Following the direction of Shuoyue's finger, Meiyou suddenly opened her eyes wide and let out a small gasp.

"Wow……"

Kawasaki kept driving forward, the buildings on both sides of the road had disappeared, and the moist sea breeze gently brushed against my cheeks.

They were driving on the Fuyuki Bridge, which spans the entire Miwon River and is located not far from the estuary. Standing on the bridge and looking out, one can see the magnificent view where the water and sky meet.

And beneath the bridge, the Weiyuan River is bathed in a dreamlike glow under the brilliant starry sky.

“If it were daytime, this place would be a completely different experience.” The young man tilted his head slightly, looked at his sister with sparkling eyes, and smiled contentedly. “If we have time tomorrow, we’ll go to a farther place and take you to see the real sea.”

From beginning to end, Shuoyue never forgot the last wish of the man who had given everything for his sister before his consciousness faded.

He said he wanted Meiyou to see the sea, so Shuoyue took her to see the sea.