Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

However, the natural-born wife didn't care about that. She looked down at the aloof Meiyou and finally opened her arms and hugged her.

"Mmm." A soft touch came over her face, and Miyu struggled a little, but Irisviel hugged her even tighter.

Under the watchful eyes of Shuoyue and Jueyou, Irisviel, overflowing with maternal love, raised her head, blinked her beautiful red eyes, and spoke in her usual innocent tone:

"So...Shuoyue, are you here to form an alliance with us, or are you an adversary?"

"They've captured all my Servants, what can I say?" Shuoyue laughed helplessly.

"I just came to hang out with you guys."

The winter sun had disappeared behind the mountains at some point, and the city streets, shrouded in night, began to show a different look. The colorful lights twinkled and shone, reflecting in the eyes of the group of people like stars.

Irisviel was undoubtedly the most lively one, walking ahead with Miyu holding her hand, occasionally letting out joyful laughter.

There are certainly many cities in the world with night views more beautiful than Fuyuki City. But for Irisviel, the night view she was seeing now, the emotion she felt, was the most precious treasure she had ever received.

"It's so beautiful... There are so many people living here, and it becomes so dazzling at night..."

Moved, Irisviel's whisper reached Miyu's ears.

Miyu looked up at the woman who appeared to be an adult but was actually as innocent as a child, and couldn't help but recall her past.

Because of the rules of the Holy Grail, most of her memories were sealed, but even so, Miyu still clearly remembered that she had been confined to a house for many years for various reasons, never stepping out.

She still remembers the loneliness and sense of loss that came from being confined for so long.

That's why Miyu understood all too well how pitiful Irisviel's feelings were.

She squeezed the hand she was holding, and as Irisviel looked down in confusion, Miyu tiptoed and gently pecked her on the cheek.

"Let's go play, Irisviel."

Although she didn't know why she did it, Miyu had a feeling that she had wanted to do it for a long time.

"!!!" Irisviel's eyes widened silently, then she quickly covered her mouth and laughed. "Hmm! Where does Miyu want to go?"

Miyu thought for a moment, then looked at Sakuyue walking beside her behind her. Seeing their well-matched dark suits, she pouted slightly in dissatisfaction:

"First, go to the clothing store."

A moment later, Sakutsuki, who had changed out of her suit and into a kimono, came out with Miyu, who was also wearing a kimono. Looking at Irisviel, who was looking bewildered and covering her mouth while laughing, they felt that something was wrong.

Was there anything wrong with that suit you wore before?

The next instant, everyone's expression changed.

Chapter 35 Warehouse Street and Drinking Buddies

That was an aura that only participants in the Holy Grail War could sense.

It shattered the false peace, pierced the harmonious atmosphere that surrounded the group, and its sharpness was impossible to ignore.

This is a battlefield.

Peace has never belonged to them.

He naturally grasped Irisviel's upper arm and gently pulled her to his side. With this simple gesture, Irisviel met his gaze with a calm look.

An enemy's follower?

"Yes."

As Artoria spoke, her blue eyes were fixed on two figures, one large and one small, dressed in kimonos.

As a class-agent presenter, she is not good at finding enemies, but if even she has noticed it, it means that the group has also sensed this provocative aura.

So……

"Don't even think about it." Before Artoria could finish speaking, Shuoyue cut her off. A refined-looking young man in a kimono picked up his Servant and declared righteously:

"The world is so beautiful, yet you are so irritable, always thinking about fighting and killing. Isn't that annoying?"

Eh?

The blonde, blue-eyed girl stared wide-eyed, her face blank.

A powerful figure who could pierce her heart with a thousand swords during an Intuition warning, is now holding a Caster-class support and seriously talking to her about world peace?!

Irisviel, surprisingly, believed her, nodding in agreement: "Indeed, how could we let Miyu-chan get involved in such a cruel battle? I'll go with her."

"Is...is that so?"

Miyu, who was being held in Shuoyue's arms and was capable of killing Medea with a single shot, stared blankly as the two unscrupulous Masters toyed with her. In the end, the two Masters parted ways in tacit agreement. Irisviel chased after the direction of the aura, while Shuoyue walked in the opposite direction, turning and twisting her way into a small shop in an alley.

As soon as she entered, the strong smell of alcohol made Meiyou cough repeatedly, and two large red patches rose on her face.

The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

Hearing the sound at the door, an old man came out from behind the counter. He smiled when he saw Shuoyue and said, "It's you again, young man. What are you buying this time? I have everything here."

The old man was right; on the wine rack beside him were fine wines from all over the world.

There are cocktails from Singapore, gin from the Netherlands; bottles of Spanish sunshine, famous Portuguese wines, and Japanese sake, developed by drawing inspiration from Chinese yellow wine brewing methods... Even Moutai, one of the world's three most famous liquors, is quietly placed at the top of the liquor shelf.

Wines from thousands of cultures are all found here; their rich aroma is so intoxicating that one might die here and never want to wake up.

Shuoyue was a regular customer of this shop owner, and upon hearing this, she didn't hold back: "Give me a few bottles of strong liquor, the stronger the better. Give me some Red Star Erguotou and Water of Life. Oh, and also a bottle of sake and a bottle of beer. Just deduct the price from my card."

"You have good taste, that's great!" The old man laughed, quickly tidying up the bottles, putting them in a bag, and handing them to Shuoyue.

Amidst the clinking of bottles, Shuoyue politely declined the old man's invitation to a drinking contest and left with Meiyou, who was walking unsteadily.

Stepping out of the alley, the cold winter wind sobered up Miyu, who never drinks: "Onii-chan, where are we going with all this alcohol?"

Facing the wind, the new moon smiled, as a silver-green motorcycle roared and howled beside her.

"Go find someone to drink with, and also..."

"Watch a show!"

The Fuyuki Bridge, which spans the entire Miwon River, is located not far from the estuary. It is 665 meters long and is a three-span continuous central arch bridge.

The top of the bridge arch is over fifty meters high. If someone were at that height and caught in a sea breeze, they would definitely lose their footing and fall into the river. Without safety ropes, even the most skilled maintenance worker would never go up there.

Webber Velvet was not strapped with any safety ropes or other equipment; he simply clung tightly to the cold steel frame with his hands and feet. He usually told himself to remain calm, but at this moment, he couldn't care less.

His follower sat cross-legged beside him. He looked imposing and infuriating.

"Let's... hurry up and get down from here..."

Weber said, his teeth chattering from the cold and fear. But his voice was just a passing breeze to him.

"This is an excellent vantage point for surveillance. Let's get up here and take a good look around."

Holding a bottle of liquor, he occasionally tilted his head back to take large gulps, while looking down at the vast seaside park stretching from the river mouth to the coast, located under the bridge to the west. Although Weber's eyesight couldn't see much, according to the description, their target—the aura of the follower they had been tracking for four hours—was there.

They wandered the city streets in hopes of making contact with the enemy, and it wasn't until the afternoon that they sensed the presence of the Servant.

As a king who conquers all directions, he saw through the other party's fishing intentions at a glance, and immediately decided to stand aside and wait for other followers to take the stage, and also wait for the opportunity for the fisherman to benefit from the fight between the snipe and the clam.

Having said that——

"This is too high! I... I want to get down! No, let me down! I... I've had enough!"

Weber's shouts were blown away by the wind and couldn't reach his ears at all.

"Alright, wait a minute. You're such a restless guy. Sitting and waiting is a kind of war too."

He sipped his drink and chatted leisurely, not even glancing at Weber's tearful expression. It seemed there was never any shared understanding between them that "high places are dangerous."

"If you have nothing to do, take a look at the books you left there." He suddenly stopped talking, turned his head sharply, and looked towards the entrance of the bridge.

This time, even Webber saw it. The cool and stylish motorcycle sped over, did a stylish drift, and stopped at their feet.

The man in the kimono removed his helmet, as if he had known of their presence all along, and shouted back:

"Iskandar, the Conqueror, what are you doing standing so high up? Come down quickly, let's have a drink together!"

Who wants to drink with you!

Even if Waver was terrified while he was up there, he wouldn't be stupid enough to jump down. This Master was fighting them to the death just a few days ago, and now he's suddenly showing up. Who knows what kind of trap he's setting...

The sudden tremor of the steel frame startled Webber. He looked down instinctively and found that the red-haired giant had already stood up and was reaching out his giant-like hand towards him.

Then she grabbed his collar, lifted him up like a kitten, and bounced him around.

"R, what are you going to do?" Weber swallowed hard.

However, she gave him a kind smile.

"Ready, kid?"

Amidst frantic screams of impending death, Weber felt as if he were sitting on a drop tower without any safety measures, beginning his descent.

“Aaaaaaaa——!”

The screams lingered on the Fuyuki Bridge for a long time.

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Chapter 36 The Dual-Gunner and the King of Knights

Fuyuki Bridge

Under the magic of dispersing onlookers, no one noticed the four figures beneath the bridge. Among them was a giant with red hair, beside whom sat fine wine, chatting amiably with a young man with golden eyes and white hair. A girl in a kimono stared intently at the image screen in mid-air, while behind her, a thin young man held a cup of sake and was vomiting.

It is precisely the Master and Servant of the group.

Meanwhile, the image screen in mid-air was displaying a fierce battle scene somewhere.

That was Warehouse Street, right next to the Seaside Park. In the rows of modular warehouses, the fierce winds generated by the clash between two figures tore nearby shipping containers to pieces.

Two figures appeared, one holding a gun, the other a sword.

The man holding the gun had a handsome appearance, with a high nose, strong eyebrows, and a sharp facial contour. His delicate lips gave him a strict and ascetic air, but his gentle and melancholic eyes made people strongly feel his masculine charm. In particular, the beauty mark under his left eye made his eyes even more alluring.

His weapons were quite eye-catching: he carried a two-meter-long gun on his right arm and a short gun, about a third the length of the other gun, in his left hand.

"Are they dual-wielding?" The red-haired burly man stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Both guns, from their handles to their blades, are completely wrapped in a cloth that looks like a spell, making it impossible to see their true forms."

“There aren’t many dual-wielders in history.” Shuoyue had the advantage of foresight, but she didn’t intend to reveal everything. She only said, “However, since you dared to reveal your aura and challenge me, you must have some skills.”

"If that's the case, then isn't the Heroic Spirit who responded to his provocation and chose to fight also a strong one?" Iskandar raised his wine glass, his gaze shifting to the person he was confronting, a look of amazement on his face.