Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The handsome man with a beauty mark at the corner of his eye was already waiting here.

To be honest, Sir Kenneth Almelo Archibald did not like the hotel, neither its layout nor its furnishings.

In his view, the vulgar person who built this suite had no idea what "honor and luxury" meant; it was just a large but inappropriate room, filled with expensive furniture and some lavish but empty decorations. Kenneth, born into nobility, was very sensitive to the ostentatious luxury that ordinary people pursued. This suite was just like that, lacking any historical origin or cultural atmosphere. It was nothing more than an ugly pigsty that used plagiarized sentimentality to superficially possess a magnificent decoration.

But that's all in the past.

At least for today, he had no heart to lament that a distinguished knight had been tarnished in such a place, just as the ancient Eastern country said, 'A mountain is not valued for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there.'

Even the most humble place would become a sacred place in the hearts of magicians after the two magicians' magnificent performance.

He had already been dispatched downstairs to wait for orders. Whatever he did, he only needed to make sure that the other Servants wouldn't get in his way. Although his beloved fiancée volunteered to go downstairs to support Kenneth, there was no need for her to add to the glory of such a matter. As the lord of the Clock Tower, he, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, would naturally dedicate the glory of victory to the love of his life.

Sensing the feedback from the magic barrier, the blond man, hailed as a "prodigy" in the clock tower, revealed a cold smile. He picked up a test tube with his gloved right hand and slowly poured the silver liquid inside onto the ground.

(Boiling, my blood!)

He whispered the incantation to activate the magic, and the seemingly 100 ml solution began to expand wildly once it left the test tube, eventually growing into a silver sphere with a diameter of nearly one meter, which then spread in all directions.

This is Kenneth's trump card, and also his proudest achievement.

The Mystic Code is named "Moon Spirit Essence," a unique combat Mystic Code created by Kenneth by combining his dual attributes of wind and water with his expertise in fluid manipulation magic. The essence of the silver sphere is specially treated mercury, which Kenneth can manipulate at will, shaping it into any form.

Although he has transformed the entire floor into his magic workshop, it doesn't mean he'll stay in the center of the workshop and wait for unpleasant guests to come knocking.

His prized magical costume was Kenneth's winning weapon.

"Come, for the Holy Grail we both seek, let us wager glory and our lives in a fair fight!"

An arrogant laugh echoed in the room.

Chapter 55 Today's Meal at the Emiya Family - Hyatt Hotel Exclusive!

Chapter 55 The Emiya Family's Meal Today - Hyatt Hotel Exclusive!

Diarmuid

[Character Information]: Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne, a famous hero in Celtic mythology and a popular knight of the Fiona Knights. The tragedy of Diarmuid's life begins with Finn's marriage to Granny, the daughter of King Commark.

[Hidden Information]: Insufficient conditions

Recording conditions

1. Gain Diarmuid's approval (Completed)

2. Defeat/kill Diarmuid (Incomplete)

[Record condition 1 has been met, reward received: a slight increase in the "Agility" parameter!]

It's not enough to directly raise the parameters by one level, but you can definitely feel the improvement in action and reaction speed. If you have to quantify it, assuming it takes ten points to break through a level, then this reward has increased by about one point.

Turning her gaze away from the panel, Shuoyue reached into the virtual number pocket and continued to rummage through it.

Those were steaming hot dishes, exuding a delicious aroma.

On the first floor of the Hyatt Hotel, people evacuated in an orderly fashion under the guidance of a large-scale suggestive magic spell, while the three people in the reception room were shielded by a barrier, like rocks stable in a turbulent current.

The warriors of Fiona and the magical girl sat facing each other, while the dinner on the table continued to be served in abundance.

Teriyaki chicken rice, spring chirashi sushi, fried anchovies with eggs, wakame miso soup, and foil-baked salmon.

Dutch pancakes, fries with white wine soup, smoked pork with potatoes, cheese fondue, paella, fava bean cream salad, pan-fried foie gras...

For some reason, there were far more European dishes than Japanese dishes, enough for at least two Servants. What seemed like a masterpiece requiring the combined efforts of several chefs was actually the work of a single young man.

"Magic is so much better in this respect; it can maintain its original taste even after half a day." Once the last dish was served, Shuoyue clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Alright, Meiyou, eat up! This was prepared carefully for you by your brother! Don't be shy, try my cooking! I spent the whole morning preparing this!"

"Mmm." The response was cool and indifferent, but Miyu's eyes had already narrowed into crescent shapes. After simply saying "I'm going to start eating," she began to enjoy her delicious dinner.

Meanwhile, those who had been coaxed and tricked into sitting there by Shuoyue put down their knives and forks, looking somewhat bewildered:

"I said, Your Excellency Shuoyue..."

"Just call me Shuoyue, Diarmuid, or Gunner for short."

“Alright, Shuoyue.” The handsome man coughed lightly. “No matter what, I am your enemy’s servant. Even if we haven’t fought each other, you shouldn’t make me sit at the same table as your servant.”

The implication is: Aren't you afraid I'll stab you?

In response, Shuoyue stood behind Meiyou with a smile and pinched her chubby cheeks: "The question is, can you bear to do it? Can you bear to kill a girl who has no hostility towards you and is so cute? Your chivalry will cry."

"Hmm..." Diarmuid was speechless. After all, in his time, protecting the elderly, women and children was a belief that every knight had to uphold. To be honest, he really couldn't bring himself to lay a hand on a little girl.

"Anyway, Kenneth only asked you to defend against enemies downstairs, he didn't say you had to defeat my servant, right?" Shuoyue pressed her advantage, speaking slowly and deliberately. "I will leave Miyu behind and challenge Kenneth's magic workshop alone. There's no need for you two to fight, so why bother to determine who's better? Could it be that the 'Radiant Face' of the Fiona Knights is just a brute whose mind is full of fighting and killing?"

“Of course not.” After subconsciously retorting, Diarmuid finally sighed helplessly. In the strange atmosphere of ‘enjoying dinner prepared by the opponent’s servant’, he cut off a piece of foie gras and put it in his mouth.

Then his eyes widened.

Even though he was a Servant, the delicate, melt-in-your-mouth texture and the subtle, wine-like aroma were something Diarmuid had never experienced in his past or present lives.

He glanced up casually and saw the little girl in front of him squinting her eyes, looking completely satisfied. Diarmuid finally understood why she hadn't said a word since she started eating.

He didn't want to waste time talking nonsense before he had finished the delicious food in front of him!

Are there flowers blooming around him now? Why is the background suddenly getting all cozy? This is the set of Fate/Zero! Did you guys come to the wrong place?!

Dirumdo stared at Miyu in disbelief for a long while, then finally gave up thinking and started eating.

Really fragrant!

The two Servants were enjoying their meal, while Shuoyue herself was slowly sipping a glass of orange juice. She secretly took out her phone and took pictures of Diarmuid and Miyu, who were engrossed in the food, as well as the large array of dishes on the table. She also glanced at the time.

It was 11 p.m., just when night owls were starving.

With a wicked smile playing on his lips, Shuoyue moved his fingers swiftly, then, as if realizing something, he simply put down his phone, used magic to take a screenshot!

The image quality of a 90s cell phone is terrible, but magic is able to capture every detail of the scene.

Lock onto the aura, create a magic guide path, load the magic imagery—send!

Four streaks of light shot into the sky, then flew off in different directions.

A national highway runs westward from Fuyuki City, leading into a vast, undeveloped forest. This highway meanders through the tranquil forest until it crosses the prefecture's borders.

Although it was a two-lane road, the streetlights were sparse and there were no vehicles on it. At midnight, the national highway seemed to have been forgotten in this tranquility.

A silver-white beast suddenly broke the tranquility of the night and galloped away.

It was a Mercedes-Benz of a certain model. Its classic, graceful lines were like those of an elegant noblewoman, while the roar of its inline six-cylinder SOHC engine was like that of a wild beast.

The one driving this high-class classic car at a dangerous speed exceeding 100 kilometers per hour—that's none other than our gentle and elegant Mrs. Irisviel!

To be fair, 100 km/h on a national highway isn't that fast. However, the road where the Mercedes was speeding was a winding mountain road with a cliff on one side. To take a corner at that speed, you'd need either an exceptionally skilled driver or a crazy biker gang member.

Thus, following Kiritsugu and Sakuzuki, I was also honored to experience my wife's incredibly ferocious driving skills.

"Look, look. This car is fast, isn't it?" Irisviel gripped the steering wheel, a smug smile on her face.

"Yes...yes." Sitting in the passenger seat, he was covered in cold sweat, feeling even more pressure than when facing the onslaught of both.

"Right? Don't let my appearance fool you, I've practiced a lot." Irisviel said, letting out a sharp cry as she casually shifted gears. Her gear-shifting motion was incredibly smooth, suggesting that her driving skills had greatly improved after the race against Shuoyue.

"Huh? Wait a minute, Irisviel. You seem to have been walking on the left side of the road the whole time?"

"Ah, yes."

Irisviel smiled and nodded, as if she had made nothing more than a trivial mistake. She suddenly turned the steering wheel and changed lanes.

Just then, a streak of light, imbued with the aura of magic, flew over. The lady quickly braked and stopped right in front of the magical light.

"This is...from the new moon?"

The next moment, the magical light ball unfolded, revealing a scene of Diarmuid and Miyu enjoying a delicious meal.

The dazzling array of food on the table momentarily dazzled the two beautiful women.

"This...could it be...?" he swallowed hard, then said with some difficulty, "The Hyatt Hotel?"

“No, it seems that Shuoyue made this herself. I was fortunate enough to eat the food that child made with Ilya in Winter City.” The lady held her face in her hands, looking delighted. “But this is the first time I’ve ever seen so many exquisite dishes.”

"Ugh, what an insidious tactic!" The girl's ahoge (cowlick) immediately stood up, then quickly drooped back down. "They actually showed me this kind of thing in the middle of the night... How could I possibly miss such a sumptuous banquet!"

The King of Knights' lament echoed through the empty corridor.

It seems like he was a little hungry, which is embarrassing.

Finally, the red dragon of Britain, the glorious king revered by all, his holy blue eyes hardened, as if he had made a momentous decision.

"It's decided! In my new identity, I will go to punish the rebels! I absolutely cannot let those delicacies fall into the enemy's hands!"

Tempted by the delicious food, the petite girl unleashed tremendous energy, taking Irisviel's place in the driver's seat, shifting gears, and pressing the accelerator!

"Wait, Kiritsugu said... Ugh!"

The Mercedes roared, turned around, and charged off with an even wilder momentum than it had come.

"To hell with Kiritsugu and all that stuff! Forward, East Starlion!"

Tempted by the delicious food, Artoria, completely unaware that she was somewhat drunk, slammed on the gas pedal. Amidst her wife's excited exclamations, the Mercedes sped off towards the Hyatt Hotel!

Chapter 56 A Photo Causes a Turmoil

Unlocking the door with the key—this simple action alone took almost three minutes. For the already exhausted Matou Kariya, this small task was an incredibly difficult task, even if he mustered his last bit of strength.

Like a junior office worker returning home after a social engagement, Yan Ye dragged her weary feet, not even wanting to turn on the lights, and threw herself onto the sofa, letting out a long groan that was half comfortable and half helpless.

Although we were prepared, the amount of magic power consumed to support the operation was still excessive.

Recalling the jar of magic insects that he had completely consumed, Kariya couldn't help but sigh again.

Unlike other Masters, he was merely a hastily trained magus. Carelessness and arrogance were foreign to him. Even if he went to battle alongside his Servants like everyone else, he lacked the confidence to fight other magi. Furthermore, his Servants were notoriously difficult to control, even if he wanted to provide strategic instructions.

So he simply threw the liberated troops into the enemy's camp like a bomb, letting them run rampant. Yan Ye believed that he should prioritize self-preservation and simply observe the battle from a safe place.

Actually, it wouldn't have consumed so much magic power... but after seeing it, he could no longer control himself. The frenzied emotions coming from the other end of the contract still send chills down Kariya's spine when he thinks about it.

That blonde, seemingly petite female knight, who is she to Lancelot, one of the Knights of the Round Table?

Silently suppressing this doubt in her heart, Yan Ye immediately began to ponder another important question.

That golden, arrogant, hero-king Gilgamesh.

Can we defeat him?