Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"So you learned this from Ahadion a year ago?" Having her doubts answered, she nodded, putting that topic aside, and then asked, "Where are we going next?"

"Let's go to the clothing store first, the clothing store." At this moment, the food in Shuoyue's hand had been replaced with tsunayaki, and the delicious aroma spread all the way. "Besides the custom-made suit from a year ago and the kimono that Miyu picked out for me, I don't have any suitable casual clothes yet, not to mention you guys, the innocent winter princess and the knight king of ancient Britain, oh, and of course, my kawaii little sister."

The lady, dressed in a formal suit and wearing an expensive fur coat, seemed completely out of place in this small seaside town.

"Hmm, so it really is because of this outfit?" Hearing this, she gave Irisviel a reproachful look.

In the past, Irisviel would have clasped her hands together, smiled and begged for forgiveness, and let the matter drop. But now, she only returned an apologetic smile, then continued to hide behind her, looking timid, as if she were avoiding something.

Irisviel has been like this ever since last night.

Sighing silently to herself, Shuoyue seemed oblivious as she led everyone to the clothing store.

"This is the best clothing store in Fuyuki. Although we don't have time to order custom-made clothes, some of the ready-made ones are quite nice. Miyu, could you help me pick out a few outfits for the two older sisters? I can do it myself."

“Okay, brother.” Miyu nodded, her little face serious.

After taking the clothes to try them on, Irisviel did not immediately change her clothes. Instead, while Miyu was choosing clothes, she quietly came up behind the young man.

"Hmm, what's wrong, Madam?" Sensing the presence behind her, Shuoyue turned around and was startled by Irisviel.

"Um, I'm so sorry!" The wife's 90-degree bow startled Sakutsuki, who quickly dodged away. "I'm so sorry for what Kiritsugu did!"

For Irisviel, whose mental age is only nine, Kiritsugu Emiya's ungrateful behavior yesterday must have been very troubling.

She wouldn't oppose her husband's decision, but she also felt guilty towards Shuoyue, who had been helping them all along—this contradiction had been making her unhappy, eventually leading to the current situation.

"I wondered why you were so quiet today. Is it because of this?" The golden-eyed youth scratched his cheek and smiled calmly. "Irisviel, lift your head. You don't need to feel sorry about this."

"Huh?" Irisviel looked up in surprise, her ruby-like eyes filled with confusion.

As Shuoyue selected suitable clothes, she asked casually, "Madam, what do you think is the relationship between Kiritsugu and me?"

"Hmm... friend?"

“Wrong, rivals.” Sakuzuki shook her head. “As his wife, you should understand—when I chose to participate in the Holy Grail War, no matter how good my relationship with Kiritsugu was, we became enemies destined to fight.”

"Looking back now, I can't help but applaud Kiritsugu's plan. If it weren't for Kirei Kotomine's interference, I would have been seriously injured by him, right?"

The young man smiled faintly, his golden eyes showing only admiration, with no trace of resentment.

He turned his head, looked at the bustling crowd outside the window, and said softly:

“I don’t blame Kiritsugu. Since we are both fighting for our own desires, we should both give it our all and leave no room for retreat. It’s just a matter of risking our lives. Once that desire surpasses our entire lives so far, then death is not something to fear.”

Irisviel fell silent, suddenly recalling Kiritsugu's wish.

May world peace prevail, and may this Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City become humanity's last act of bloodshed.

Therefore, they spared no expense, even risking their own lives, and ruthlessly staked it all on this gamble.

How could someone like him choose to turn the gun away for the sake of mere friendship?

Can……

but……

Irisviel still vividly remembers the look of pain on her husband's face last night, the vulnerable expression on his face when he decided to "abandon everything and run away" and begged her to leave with him.

“That’s not right…” Irisviel murmured, while the young man beside her smiled and affirmed her.

"Yes, what makes us human is that we have thoughts, feelings, and souls. If we simply see ourselves as machines, how can we possibly achieve our desires as 'human beings'?"

Shuoyue slowly raised her hand, then brought it down heavily as if slicing something open.

"If there is any doubt, it must be corrected."

"If a loved one does something wrong, you must be the first to stand up and fight against their mistakes."

"Irisviel, what Kiritsugu Emiya taught you wasn't just blind obedience, was it?"

As if she had made up her mind, Irisviel clenched the clothes in her hands and gave her answer.

"No, Kiritsugu gave meaning to my life, therefore I will respect his ideals and fight for his wishes."

The young man smiled, waiting for the android to say something next.

"But, as you said, once I think such behavior will harm Kiritsugu himself, once I discover that Kiritsugu is fighting by suppressing his own emotions and sacrificing his own existence—"

As a homunculus of Einzbern, the Lesser Grail, on which great hopes were placed, the beautiful homunculus looked up and resolutely uttered these words:

Even if this Holy Grail War ends in defeat, I will not allow him to continue harming himself!

"!" Shuoyue smiled, her golden eyes filled with joy and relief.

I am delighted to have witnessed the awakening of an artificial human, and gratified that his efforts have not been in vain. The wings of this little butterfly have truly changed the trajectory of some people's destinies.

After saying those words, Irisviel's inner turmoil finally subsided. She turned to look at the woman who had been waiting nearby, her eyes shining. "You look beautiful in that outfit!"

"Ah, um..." However, he only responded blankly, his blue eyes fixed on Shuoyue, his heart full of doubt.

What you just said... it sounds so much like...

Galahad?

Just then, Shuoyue's gaze fell on her, and she froze on the spot.

My name is Mash Kyrielight, and the true name of the Heroic Spirit bestowed upon me is Galahad!

With my spiritual foundation, I will now sever the defilement of the Round Table!

Any doubts about Wang must be corrected.

If the king does something wrong, you must be the first to stand up and fight against her mistakes.

Isn't this the chivalrous spirit you champion?! —Little Eggplant

Chapter 73 Spirit Dress Unveiled, Saber in a Warm Mood?

A light blue and gold tracksuit paired with athletic shorts that don't even reach the knees, revealing a pair of long, snow-white legs.

Youthful and vibrant, once the serious armor and suits are shed, the young girl exudes a charm as bright as a blooming flower.

When the blonde, blue-eyed girl blushed and walked out of the fitting room, she naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Among them, a young man with memories of another world reacted the most, his eyes widening and a rare look of astonishment on his face.

"This...this is!"

Realizing what was happening, Shuoyue darted forward and scooped up Meiyou beside her, cheering as she lifted her high into the air:

"You're amazing! You're a genius! No wonder you're my cutest little sister!"

"Put me down, Onii-chan!" Miyu blushed deeply.

Beside her, he looked at Shuoyue with a puzzled expression, then at his own clothes, and nervously rubbed his bare legs.

"Guo, you really should change them. At least the pants should be longer..."

"No, you look beautiful like this!" Irisviel grabbed her hand, her eyes shining. "I was too conservative before... Girls really should dress up more beautifully!"

"Um... Irisviel, I'm not a little girl!" she protested, her appearance and demeanor both youthful and immature. "I'm the King of Knights!"

As the master and servant were playfully bickering, a baseball cap fell from the sky and landed perfectly on her head. Immediately afterward, a blue scarf embroidered with gold patterns gracefully reached out, wrapped twice around her fair neck, and fluttered down behind her.

"How's it going, Miyu?"

"Wow, brother is amazing!"

The brother and sister, who had completed the outfit together, high-fived in celebration, leaving onlookers looking utterly helpless.

"I don't think I agreed to you doing this..."

“No, no, no, you’ll definitely agree.” Shuoyue smiled and pushed her in front of the dressing mirror, then adjusted her hat and scarf before stepping aside to let Artoria see her current attire.

At this moment, her appearance was completely different from that of a Servant. Her blue and gold outfit made her look exceptionally clean and refreshing, and the draped scarf further highlighted her dashing temperament. As for the baseball cap she was wearing... her ahoge (cowlick) was sticking out, sticking out, completely sticking out!

As a player of FGO, Shuoyue is very familiar with this outfit.

This is clearly the outfit of "Mysterious Heroine X"!

Upon realizing this, a strange switch was flipped in Shuoyue's heart.

As we all know, in order to provide players with a better gaming experience (and to encourage them to spend money), FGO has introduced a variety of characters with different settings, classes, and personalities—but all with the same face.

For example, there are the Mysterious Heroine series, the Jeanne d'Arc series, the Nero series, the Okita series, Mozai, and so on... There are dozens of them in total. No wonder Mysterious Heroine X thinks that the Artoria species is the cancer of the universe and vows to eradicate it (although she herself is one of them).

And now, as the original Artoria species, this female form of the Knight King is standing right in front of him!

This is a superb clothes hanger!

If we can convince them to change clothes and then take a few photos...

"I have a feeling you're thinking something very rude." The tuft of hair on his head flickered like a radar, and he took two steps back, unconsciously adopting a defensive stance.

"Oh my, your eyes are shining, little Shuoyue~" The wife next to her laughed, enjoying the spectacle.

"Irisviel!" She gave her Master a reproachful look, then pursed her lips and spoke with the haughtiness and sternness characteristic of a knight, "No matter what you want me to do, I will not agree, Sakumo!"

"Oh? I didn't say anything, Knight King?" Like a cunning fox, the young man's golden eyes were full of amusement, making Artoria recall another flower magician, or rather, Nightmare, who had such eyes.

Therefore, the favorability towards the new moon increases.

I was so stupid, really. I thought this guy was some noble person like Lord Galahad, silently reflecting on my excessive leniency. Then, my face turned serious, and as Shuoyue stepped forward, I flashed behind him, grabbing his arms under his armpits in a grappling position, firmly holding him down, and said softly:

"Please stop now, Master, or I will consider your actions as a declaration of war!"

"Your seriousness is part of your charm... Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Feeling the girl's immense strength, like a red dragon, Shuoyue's lips twitched, but she still managed to squeeze out a voice, her voice booming:

"No FGO player can refuse a real-life version of the Spirit Dress release, no one!"

"I mean, I just wanted to get a nice outfit, what's wrong with that!"

Shuoyue, speaking with such righteous indignation, was completely unaware that Meiyu's gaze towards him was full of helplessness.

You're clearly lusting after her body, you're despicable!

My brother can't be that strange!

She clearly thought so too. As her blue eyes grew increasingly fierce, the force in her arm increased, as if she wanted to strangle this guy who was all talk and no action and looked just like Merlin.

However, at that moment, Shuoyue used all her strength to extend a single finger.

"A lunch!"

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