Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The most surprised person was Webber, who was squatting in the driver's seat.

"What are you thinking? You idiot!"

"A true conqueror should be this dignified and upright."

A cheerful laugh grew louder as a young man riding a cool motorcycle suddenly appeared in this battleground where heroes gathered, saving Webber from the danger of being snapped in the head.

"Moreover, her Noble Phantasm is far too obvious. Rather than being easily recognized, it would be better to be more open and announce her arrival directly."

"Isn't this also a provocation? It's like saying 'you can't do anything to me even if I introduce myself'..." Irisviel smiled bitterly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shuoyue removed her helmet, making no attempt to conceal her face, and openly met the gazes of the heroic spirits.

"Master Shuoyue greets everyone. Don't mind me, I'm just here to watch the show."

"Master?" Holding twin pistols, he raised an eyebrow. "Where is your Servant? Coming here alone is quite dangerous, you know?"

"Don't underestimate him." Unexpectedly, he reminded his opponent.

"Oh?" The chief of the Fiona Knights raised his eyes, intending to examine the young man closely, but was interrupted by his words.

The red-haired, burly man clapped his hands forcefully, drawing everyone's attention, and then stated his purpose in a relaxed and friendly tone:

"I know you are all fighting each other for the Holy Grail. Before we clash, I have a question for you. Would you like to join my army and give me the Holy Grail? That way, I can treat you as friends and share the joy of conquering the world with you."

This was an utterly absurd suggestion. He was stunned without even getting angry, and the person opposite him was also speechless, just standing there dumbfounded.

Only then did they break through the barrier of time and truly realize that standing before them was the renowned "King of Clubs".

Iskandar, the Conqueror, is a hero of unparalleled stature even in the grand scheme of world history. The lands he conquered rank second among all kings throughout history, second only to Genghis Khan Temujin, and even surpassing Attila the Scourge of God. He possesses the legendary tale of conquering the greatest empire in the shortest amount of time.

His short life of thirty-three years left behind an endless legend of conquest. In human history, no one was as eager to realize his ambition to conquer the world as he was.

Now, this king, who had spent his life conquering, stopped his horse and extended an olive branch to them.

Perhaps this king's gaze has already turned to this vast world, and this Holy Grail War is nothing more than a small corner that will inevitably be crushed by his iron hooves. That is why he ignores the rules of the Holy Grail War and casually invites the Heroic Spirits to conquer the world with him.

If it were an ordinary person, they would surely be impressed by Iskandar's magnificent magnanimity, right?

However, among the heroic spirits present, which one was not a warrior tempered by blood and fire, with a will as firm as steel?

This proposal is so outlandish that I'm so angry I don't know what to say. The person on the other side also seems completely bewildered and doesn't know how to react.

Iskandar, the Conqueror, was indeed an extraordinary Heroic Spirit. In the history of mankind, no one came closer to realizing his dream of conquering the world.

But even if he is great, such an arrogant proposal is another matter entirely. Suddenly appearing, loudly announcing his name, and then demanding submission without even fighting—this unprecedented behavior completely disregards the rules of the Holy Grail War, making it difficult to judge whether it's a wise decision or a foolish act.

"I admire your boldness in introducing yourself, but I regret that I cannot accept your proposal."

He shook his head with a wry smile, but his eyes held no trace of amusement. His sharp, intimidating gaze met the Conqueror King's domineering stare, sparks flying.

“I will only offer the Holy Grail to the new monarch with whom I exchange vows in this life, and that person is definitely not you.”

"Are you trying to sabotage my duel just to spout this absurd nonsense?"

She continued, "Unlike the handsome spearman, there wasn't a trace of a smile on her face. For someone as serious and earnest as her, the proposal itself already made her very unhappy."

"Your joke has gone too far, Conqueror King. As a knight, such humiliation is unbearable."

Faced with the intensely hostile gazes of both sides, he seemed somewhat embarrassed and mumbled something, rubbing his temples with his knuckles protruding. While the gesture looked amusing, it did nothing to diminish his imposing aura.

"Can the compensation be discussed further?"

"Long-winded!"

They all refused in unison. They added, displeased, "No matter what, I am the ruler of a nation, responsible for the entire Great Britain. No matter how great you are, Emperor, I will never submit to your command."

"Oh? You say you're the King of Britain?"

He seemed very interested in the speech, raising his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

"It's really surprising. I never expected that the famous Knight King would be such a young girl."

"How about wielding this little girl's sword, Conqueror?"

Like a dragon whose scales have been touched, he gripped his sword with both hands, the fighting spirit emanating from the blade even stronger than during the battle. He frowned and let out a deep sigh.

"The negotiations broke down. What a pity, it's truly regrettable."

Not only did people find the Conqueror King's behavior absurd, but even the lurking observers couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Was the world almost conquered by that kind of idiot?" Kiritsugu Emiya said speechlessly, as if he couldn't bear to look at them, and moved the sniper scope away from Iskandar and Waver.

Meanwhile, a Master finally came to his senses from the chaos caused by his Servant.

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Under the hostile gazes of the two Servants, Waver's panicked voice even changed tone:

"Let's see what you do now. You talk about conquering and conquering, but in the end, everyone is against you... Do you really think you can bring He under your control?"

The giant servant burst into laughter, dismissing his master's questioning with a laugh, showing no remorse whatsoever.

Well, isn't there a saying that 'you should be brave enough to try everything'?

"So you're revealing your real name because you believe in 'daring to try everything'?!"

Enraged, Weber, with tears welling in his eyes, pounded his two weak fists against the proudly erect... Looking at the scene before him that left him at a loss, Irisviel felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment.

As for the new moon...

Well, he was holding a video camera and smirking rather unkindly.

This inexplicably relaxing atmosphere—

"Really? It was you..."

Because a hateful voice, as if from the depths of hell, froze again.

“I was wondering what got into you to dare steal my relic… I never imagined you were planning to participate in the Holy Grail War yourself, Mr. Waver Velvet.”

Chapter 41 Gilgamesh's Killing Intent

Yes.

Weber thought to himself.

He should have thought of it earlier.

That person's status allowed him to serve as a lecturer at the Clock Tower, and even if Iskandar's cloak was stolen, he could still obtain the relics of other Servants. Therefore, that man would naturally become Waver's enemy, appearing before him in Fuyuki City.

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower of the Mage's Association, and the monarch of the Minerals Department (Kishua).

The current Master.

That cold, pale face typical of a traditional magician, and those eyes filled with contempt and pity—once he recalled that arrogant lecturer, Weber was enveloped in a mixture of resentment and fear.

"What a pity, it's truly regrettable. I really hoped that my lovely student could live a happy and fulfilling life. Weber, a mediocre person like you could have lived an ordinary and peaceful life like any other mediocre person."

The sound was obscured by illusion, its origin unknown, yet Weber could recall the nausea he had experienced several times before, as if he were still standing in the classroom, receiving the contempt and ridicule of his classmates, teachers, and everyone else.

Waver wanted to retort with a witty remark to mock him. He had already beaten him to the punch, successfully making the Heroic Spirit Iskandar his Servant. Wasn't this a satisfying revenge for the humiliation he had suffered in the Clock Tower for so long?

That's right. They're no longer mentor and student; now that guy is a true enemy. Weber can hate him as much as he wants, and he can even openly take his life.

But—the same is true for the other party.

“I really can’t do anything with you, Mr. Webber. I’ll give you a special extra lesson. I’ll teach you the true meaning of magicians killing each other—that kind of horror and pain. You should feel very honored.”

His cold yet deliberately gentle tone, carrying the magician's true murderous intent, terrified the naive and arrogant newbie into trembling.

The true meaning of a magician lies in seeing through death… Weber had only known this principle literally before, but now he finally experienced it firsthand. The gaze that man cast from somewhere was terrifying and fierce. Weber had never known that the killing intent in a magician's heart could be such a resolute "declaration of death."

If this continues, this newborn calf will surely be crushed by the overwhelming killing intent.

However, a strong and powerful warmth embraced the boy's trembling, thin shoulders.

"Hey, magician, it seems like you want to replace this boy as my Master, don't you?"

He asked the question from who-knows-where, his smile both cunning and pitying.

"If that's really the case, it's utterly ridiculous. Only a warrior who can fight alongside me on the battlefield can become my Master. A coward like you, who doesn't even dare to show yourself, is not qualified at all!"

A moment of silent simmered, then the unseen rage of someone spread through the night. A loud laugh erupted, and a shout rose into the empty night sky: "Hey! There are others hiding in the darkness, spying on us!"

"I'm sure I'm not the only heroic spirit drawn here by such clear sounds of gunfire and swords!"

The red-haired burly man pounded his chest heavily, producing a deafening roar like a war drum, but his roar was even more impassioned:

"Now! All Heroic Spirits chosen by the Holy Grail, assemble here. If even one coward dares not show himself, he will face the contempt of Iskandar, the Conqueror!"

Tonight, tonight, now, here.

It is unrelated to good or evil, unrelated to conspiracy or scheming, and even the original reasons and order are abandoned.

The once-conquering king roared, questioning the heroic spirits who descended with him:

Yet, it still retains the magnanimity and boldness of a hero!

Do you have the guts to accept the Conqueror King's invitation and stand before my Iskandar's iron hooves?

The golden-haired, blue-eyed knight king held his sword, his appearance unparalleled.

The Knight of Fiona, with a beauty mark at the corner of his eye, holds a gun and has a captivating smile.

The young man, who had inherited the power of the guardian, raised his eyes, flames burning in them.

They were already standing before the King of Conquerors.

The assassin in the shadows sneered, unaware that a knight in black armor stood behind him.

The radiant, moon-like Shenzhi'er stood high in the sky, her eyes clear and calm.

Not all heroic spirits flow with the blood of battle. Just like the progress of human civilization, in addition to courageous advancement, there are also plans and sacrifices hidden in the light.

But apart from them, there is indeed a heroic spirit who would not refuse such a provocation.

A golden light gradually shone forth, announcing his presence to everyone.

The beam of light finally descended upon the top of a streetlamp more than ten meters above the ground, transforming into a tall figure clad in gleaming armor. Upon seeing the person's dazzling appearance, the Masters couldn't help but gasp, with Kiritsugu Emiya pointing his gun directly at him, his wariness undisguised.

"That person is..."

Although I only saw him briefly before, his presence was so strong that it was impossible to mistake him for someone else.

The person standing leisurely on the tall street lamp is the mysterious Servant who displayed overwhelming destructive power last night, crushing the invaders of the Tohsaka family to death.