Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

When the dispatched familiar finally arrived, the sight that greeted Tokiomi Tohsaka almost made him faint.

What did he see?

His servant, Gilgamesh, is currently beating up three people!

He held his own against three opponents, truly worthy of the title of King of Heroes... what a load of rubbish!

To Tokiomi Tohsaka, Gilgamesh's casual use of the Noble Phantasm "Gate of Babylon" was like blatantly exposing his trump card to other Masters. In his cautious nature, this was a colossal mistake!

What if the intelligence is exposed?

What if someone notices the flaw?

What if other Masters gang up on me?

"To continue using a deadly weapon in full view of everyone is far too reckless..." Tokiomi Tohsaka rubbed his forehead, a bitter smile on his lips.

Always maintain composure and elegance, no matter the time or place—this is the family motto passed down through generations of the Tohsaka family. Tokiomi had always kept this motto in mind, yet he never imagined he would face the prospect of being forced to consume Command Seals earlier than other Masters…

Clenching his teeth, Tokiomi Tohsaka finally raised his right arm:

"By the Command Spell, King of Heroes, please calm your anger and retreat."

The moment the red glow of the Command Seal illuminated the Magic Workshop, anger suddenly ignited in his eyes, and he turned his gaze to the southeast.

That area is the hilly region and upscale residential area of ​​Fukayama-cho, where the Tohsaka family's mansion is located.

"You think you can make me retreat based on your advice? You've got some nerve, Tokiomi."

With a disgusted smirk, he uttered these words in a low voice, but still concealed the brilliance of the Gate of Babylon. The sword mounds of various sizes stuck in the ground immediately vanished without a trace.

"You've escaped with your lives, you bastards. 20"

Although his face was still filled with anger, the murderous intent in his eyes had subsided. Gilgamesh, dressed in golden robes, remained as arrogant and unruly as he glared at all the Servants present.

"Bastards, continue this tedious slaughter until we meet again. Only true heroes can pay homage to the majesty of the king."

After uttering those words, he disintegrated. The golden armor lost its texture and vanished, leaving only glimmers of light.

After a moment of silence, Shuoyue and the others also put away their weapons.

"It seems the Master isn't as tough as he seems. *Sigh* "Honestly, I'd rather fight to the very end; at least let me throw a spear."

"It feels like punching cotton." Shuoyue shook her head, suppressing her fighting spirit, and began to think about the Tohsaka family's problems.

As the oldest hero-king, Gilgamesh's self-centered personality, coupled with his class skill "Act Independently," allows him to act independently of his Master, greatly reducing his dependence on him. Even when Tokiomi Tohsaka serves Gilgamesh as a subject, it only slightly restrains Gilgamesh, who still continues to do as he pleases.

Normally, Tokiomi Tohsaka would have indulged Gilgamesh, and even though he was running around Fuyuki City, he never said anything.

But the conflict between them will eventually erupt—for example, right now, their values ​​are in serious conflict.

Gilgamesh considered himself invincible and looked down on other Servants. In his view, punishing those who disrespected the king was a natural thing to do, and releasing the King's treasure was no problem either, since even if his opponents found out, they could do nothing about it.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, however, adhered to the rationality and caution typical of traditional magicians. He believed that one should not reveal one's hand too early, especially when dealing with an enemy whose strength is unknown, for fear of backfiring.

This time, in order to restrain Gilgamesh, Tokiomi Tohsaka used a Command Spell.

"That's the limitation of a magician. Gilgamesh is a king, an arrogant and domineering ruler. How dare you forcibly restrain him?" Shuoyue muttered to herself, her tone full of schadenfreude.

Ultimately, Tokiomi Tohsaka is still a magician at heart, and a traditional magician who sees familiars as tools.

The so-called "servants" are nothing more than more powerful familiars.

The role of pretending to be a subject was just a means to an end. In his heart, Tokiomi Tohsaka always regarded Gilgamesh as a tool, only that this tool was a little disobedient.

Gilgamesh must have seen this out, which is why he was so furious.

The relationship between the two has already developed cracks.

If this rift is not mended and continues to spread, it will eventually cost Tokiomi Tohsaka his life and cause a series of misfortunes for the Tohsaka family and even Fuyuki City.

Even knowing this, Shuoyue had no intention of changing anything; he would kill those who needed to be killed and bury those who needed to be buried.

He's not Emiya, nor is he a partner of justice, so why care so much?

Anyway, the night is still long. Kirei Kotomine must die, and he and Gilgamesh will inevitably have a battle.

Wait and hold onto hope.

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When Shuoyue and Diarmuid retrieved their weapons, the man standing beside them did not conceal his resentment and murderous intent.

The red light deep within the gaps in the mask began to flicker as if it had lost its initial target, but when a knight bathed in moonlight came into view, it seemed unable to suppress its trembling.

Being stared at by those eyes filled with resentment sent a chill down my spine.

The voice seemed to come from the depths of the earth. It was a disaster, a curse, a grieving groan devoid of any linguistic meaning.

This was the first time anyone present had heard a sound other than a growl.

! ”

Amidst the clanging sounds of metal aging, the black beast roared to the sky, and six tail whips suddenly shot out from behind it, flailing wildly.

"Irisviel, step back!" Artoria's pupils shrank, and she only had time to shout those words before she transformed into a black shadow. She casually pulled up a roadside telephone pole and, like a humanoid curse with arms and legs, her whole body filled with killing intent, charged towards the Silver Knight King.

Pole vault, jump, grip the magic-infused pole tightly, smash!

"Holy crap, that's such a perfect Eagle Dance! This guy's playing Crouching Dragon's Fall too?!" Shuoyue blurted out a joke that no one could understand.

"Bang!" A shockwave exploded, and she blocked the attack with her sword held horizontally. The crater that instantly sank beneath her feet proved just how violent the slam was.

"Oh no, her arm is weak." Diarmuid frowned as he stared at the blonde girl's trembling arm.

The so-called berserker is one who sacrifices reason to enhance all attributes.

Even the strongest in terms of overall ability would probably not be able to withstand this attack from Kuang Jiang, who possesses both A-level strength and speed.

As expected, after a brief stalemate, Artoria changed her move first, turning to the side and skillfully swinging her sword. Sparks flew as the sword and the long pole rubbed against each other, then they moved apart. The girl-like knight shouted, twisted her body, and slashed horizontally with her long sword!

However, the longsword, which had been prepared, was pushed aside by the raised pole and slid backward a distance, landing just outside the range of Excalibur's effect.

This guy... seems to be very familiar with my martial arts techniques!

He gritted his teeth and couldn't help but look at his wildly trembling left hand.

If there were no injuries...

"!" Irisviel's exclamation will awaken them.

She looked up and saw a dark telephone pole coming straight at her. With a roar, she was violently knocked away!

The injury to his left hand made it difficult for him to exert his strength, but as if stimulated, he launched an attack on her even more frantically than in a battle.

First hit.

Second hit.

The third strike.

Their attacks grew increasingly powerful and heavy, while their defenses weakened with each passing moment.

The damage inflicted by the "Inevitable Destruction of the Yellow Rose" was having a significant impact at this moment. Her swordsmanship, relying solely on her right hand, was extremely clumsy. Although she could barely hold her own with the aid of magic, the overwhelming, raging attacks forced her to defend with all her might. She couldn't find an opportunity to counterattack and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

"You bastard... who exactly are you..." The excruciating pain in his left hand made his eyelids twitch, but he showed no mercy in his fight against her. He knocked the longsword aside with a single blow, and taking advantage of Artoria's wide-open defense, he twisted his wrist without hesitation, and the end of the telephone pole turned into a black shadow, smashing down towards her head!

"Shh!"

The stunning red light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The exorcising red rose severed the magic power on the iron rod, cutting off a section of it, which flew high into the sky and finally crashed heavily into the ground.

A man with bangs falling across his forehead and a beauty mark at the corner of his eye appeared before the black knight, coldly declaring:

"Let's stop this prank. I made an appointment with the person over there."

"If you continue to interfere, I will not stand idly by."

Chapter 51 Command Spell

Chivalry.

It was a standard established to fulfill the obligation of protecting one's lord. Chivalry and morality are the aristocratic cultural spirit of the upper class. It is a moral and personal spirit based on a sense of honor of personal identity, and it also contains some positive elements of the ancient martial spirit of Western European peoples.

In those dark ages in Europe, chivalrous heroes roamed the vast lands, wielding their guns and swords to save civilians and drive away wild beasts, like beacons illuminating the path to Europe's future.

Humility, honor, sacrifice, heroism, compassion, honesty, justice, and the soul.

Those warriors who upheld the code of chivalry ultimately became the mark of a nation and an era, and were written into legends by bards, passed down from generation to generation.

At this moment, the way this lancer spirit, who chose to turn his back and point his spear at the enemy, practiced his sense of dignity, is a true reflection of the heroes who walk the path of chivalry.

The iron pillar, severed in the middle, flew through the air before embedding itself in the ground with a loud thud.

“I already have an appointment with this person… If you still insist on interrupting, I won’t stand idly by.”

I was moved by the integrity of my opponent.

However, not everyone present agreed with this noble sentiment.

"What are you doing? Now is the perfect opportunity to defeat you!"

The invisible voice coldly questioned him, yet its expression was extremely serious. He lowered his head in humility, but his body remained upright, standing on the ground like a spear.

"I, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, swear by my honor that I will defeat them!"

He shouted into the void:

"If you don't believe me, I can deal with this mad dog first to prove it to you! I beg your permission, my lord!"

Warehouse Street fell silent for a moment, as if the whole world was listening to the noble man's request.

A gentle evening breeze blew by, bringing a refreshing coolness.

“Command it with a spell.”

The silence froze instantly.

"Cover, will"

The light in the man's eyes went out, and Shuoyue sighed softly beside him.

"Kill."

The hidden spot was illuminated by red light, and after returning to darkness, Kenneth only had two Command Seals left in his hand.