Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Noticing that Artoria's strength was weakening, Shuoyue pressed her advantage, saying, "Lunch is on me today, no matter how much you eat, I'll cover it!"

Taking a deep breath, the young man then revealed his final trump card:

"I'll do it myself!"

"Wh-what!" A clear wavering appeared in his blue eyes.

A single, decisive blow, with outstanding results.

Number 1, heavily damaged!

"This, this is what you said..." Recalling the delicious food she missed last night, she subconsciously swallowed and released Shuoyue. "When is lunch?"

"Don't rush, Miss Knight Wang." The young man stretched his arms, grinned wickedly, and whispered devilishly, "First, satisfy my needs, shall you?"

"Damn it, how could they tempt me like this..." Faced with the temptation of the food, she humiliatingly succumbed and was pushed into the changing room by Shuoyue.

When the group of four came out of the clothing store, Irisviel had to rely on the magic of the new moon to move the dozen or so clothes in large and small bags to Einzbern Castle.

As for our lovely Miss Knight Wang, she was already leaning against Irisviel, looking completely exhausted.

Although everyone has a love for beauty, being treated like a figurine by some annoying young man and having to endure it for the sake of lunch... Artoria said she didn't want to go through that again.

She had already changed out of her tracksuit, but due to strong protests from Irisviel and Sakutsuki, she did not wear a black suit. Instead, she compromised and chose a white shirt, blue tie, and black stockings, which was her everyday outfit in FSN.

Incidentally, since the clothing store didn't have all the clothes, some of the outfits were made by Shuoyue herself using projection magic after she asked Irisviel for advice.

That's why it seems so powerless.

If she were dealing with someone lusting after her beauty, or someone with ill intentions, she would have already taught them a lesson with a barrage of words. But the problem is precisely that this smiling young man is genuinely doing this for her sake…

Rather than feeling powerless, it's more accurate to say feeling lost and helpless when faced with good intentions.

"I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now, Shuoyue. You seem to have a lot of knowledge about clothing." Irisviel smiled and helped her up, asking the question that had been on her mind all along. "It's like you had this planned all along."

The young man did not deny it, and said frankly, "That's right, after all, I used to be a top chef."

"Chef Wang?"

"Ten thousand Moon fans, a million King fans." After a pause, Shuoyue added, "By the way, the so-called 'fans' means 'to like,' you can think of them as fans."

"So, he's your idol?" Irisviel asked in surprise.

Not only her, but also Kazumi Yu, and even the other Masters and Servants, would be very surprised after they found out about this.

Despite being a powerful being comparable to Heroic Spirits with the abilities of a mortal, he voluntarily admits that he cherishes a certain mark from the past, a shadow that exists in human history.

“That’s one way to understand it.” Shuoyue didn’t intend to explain further, and nodded slightly. “The mysteriously vanished Britain, in that era, led knights to repel foreign enemies and protect the people… After learning such a story, no one would not feel admiration for that king who dedicated his life to Britain.”

Faced with Shuoyue's praise, she silently turned her head away, not wanting others to see the disappointment and sadness on her face.

"I'm not as good as you say."

"The Knights of the Round Table fell apart because of my poor decisions, and even after my return from the campaign against Rome, the Seven Clans and the eight lords betrayed me. Perhaps Lord Tristan is right, I do not understand people's hearts, nor am I suitable to be..."

! ”

The young man raised his index finger, interrupting Miss Knight Wang's self-pity.

"This isn't some melodramatic soap opera at 8 PM. Let the night take care of regrets, obsessions, swords, and battles. At least during the day, we can fully enjoy the beauty of Fuyuki City. You've been here for so long, but you probably haven't really seen this city yet, have you?"

Just then, another disdainful voice rang out.

"Stop making a fool of yourself, clown! This is my courtyard, and I have already spread my majesty to every corner!"

Turning their heads, they saw a blond king, dressed in modern clothes and exuding a wicked and unruly aura, standing on the other side of the street, casting an arrogant gaze at Shuoyue and the others.

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Chapter 74 You don't look like you'll live much longer, do you?

A layered black jacket paired with well-made casual pants, and even a normal hairstyle, all contributed to a reduction in the previously undisguised arrogance.

To be honest, Gilgamesh had quite good taste in clothing and appearance.

Gilgamesh…

He instantly rallied, took a step forward, and stood in front of the crowd.

"How will you be here?"

"I only came here to inspect the people's conditions, but I actually heard this bastard spouting nonsense."

The golden-clad king in motorcycle gear stood on the other side of the road, his voice brimming with arrogance from the moment he opened his mouth.

"He's probably just bored, isn't he?" Shuoyue muttered to herself. "He didn't even stand on the streetlight this time, so he seems to have some sense of shame."

In response, he crossed his arms and replied proudly:

"Foolish! It is the king's responsibility to sit high on the throne and guide the people, but if one is merely playing around with the people, why appear in such a majestic manner!"

In other words, this guy doesn't think there's anything wrong with standing under the streetlight... Irisviel and Miyu were speechless, while Gilgamesh turned his attention to the person in casual clothes, narrowing his eyes:

"Sensing the fluctuations of magic, I came to see what I could do to pass the time... But I never expected to witness such a wonderful scene."

“You flatter me, King of Heroes.” She remained silent, wary, while Shuoyue answered for her, “It seems my aesthetic sense does have some merit.”

"You mere bastard, you actually dare to bark? Did I ask you?" For some reason, Gilgamesh's expression darkened, and golden ripples spread behind him.

"Oh my, a mighty hero king, you dare to start a war in broad daylight?" Shuoyue replied with a provocative smile.

The surrounding pedestrians had long since dispersed. The two men stared at each other in the suffocating atmosphere, turning their will into swords and engaging in close combat, trying to defeat each other.

Miyu was so focused on protecting Irisviel that she was completely unaware of who had caused the tense atmosphere. She seemed to understand, but her wife seemed thoughtful. However, she wisely refrained from laughing out loud.

Realizing that they were both people of unwavering will, Gilgamesh snorted coldly and was the first to avert his gaze:

"As the targets of each other's attacks, you are willing to bring glory to someone else's servant. If you have already given up the fight, I don't mind having another dog wagging its tail under my command."

"Since there is no enmity between us, and we are only fighting for the same goal, then we can naturally chat happily after the battle. Or is it that the king of ancient Uruk doesn't even have this much magnanimity?" After a pause, Shuoyue did not say the sentence, 'No wonder that clay puppet died because of you.'

If that's the case, then it's likely that what follows will truly be a fight to the death.

"Hmph, boring. One cannot be a king without arrogance!" The golden-haired king scoffed at Shuoyue's question. "Throughout history, I have only had one friend. The rest are nothing but jesters to entertain me!"

"Oh?" The young man narrowed his golden eyes and probed, "Even that High Priestess, Miss Siduli, is the same?"

“Siduri… I never imagined that a thousand years later, someone would still remember her name.” As if recalling something, his aggressive demeanor softened slightly. “Verbal battles are meaningless, you bastard. Don’t be so hasty. I will show you the majesty of a king in the night.”

"I'll be waiting anytime," Shuoyue stopped the restless one. "Let's go, I still need to make lunch."

"Lunch?" He stared thoughtfully at the departing figures of Shuoyue and the others.

"If this chef made it himself..."

"Why won't you let me speak, Shuoyue?" After leaving the Hero King's sight, she spoke impatiently, "High and mighty, arrogant and domineering, that's just tyranny, there's something wrong with the way of kingship!"

"There's a problem, isn't there?" The young man, squatting at the shop entrance, carefully selecting ingredients, didn't even look up and said indifferently, "So what? He's different from you. He's just a reflection of a heroic spirit walking in the river of history, a profile of Gilgamesh at a certain point in time—what do you want to prove to this tyrant? And what do you want to get from him?"

Artoria froze, taken aback by the youth's unprecedentedly cold tone.

If Iskandar the Conqueror were present, he would probably just laugh off even the most absurd statements from the King of Heroes.

Alexander the Great spent his life praising dominance and ravaging the world. Countless countries and kings fell under his iron hooves. It was precisely because of this that he understood that the path of a king can only be crushed and conquered, and can never be shaken by simple words.

Otherwise, it is not the way of the king, but merely a path trodden on thin ice by a slave burdened by the "nation".

But it's different; she'll be angry about it and loudly condemn the wrongness of such behavior.

It's like being irritated by a wound that will never heal.

Considering the purpose of today, Shuoyue didn't say anything further. After selecting the ingredients, she led everyone to a small wooden house by the sea.

This place was originally an izakaya, but today it was booked out by Shuoyue and was not open for business. It was just quietly waiting for the arrival of the four of them.

No... five people.

The glittering man leaned against the entrance of the izakaya. As the crowd approached, he opened his eyes, his snake-like pupils filled with displeasure.

"Too slow! You lot have kept me waiting for so long!"

"It's you again!"

"How will you be here!"

"Uh, an omniscient and omnipotent star? That can't be true..."

Faced with a chorus of questions from the crowd, Gilgamesh gave a wicked smile, pushed open the door of the izakaya, and went inside first.

"Stop nagging, cook, I'm hungry!"

"A guy who's just trying to freeload should at least have the right attitude! How dare he!"

A young man, whose title had been upgraded from miscellaneous cultivator to chef, carried the ingredients and protested loudly.

The sound was loud, but it didn't reach Gilgamesh's ears, who didn't want to hear it.

Although the atmosphere between them was somewhat tense during the wait, once Shuoyue brought out plate after plate of delicious food, the ancient hungry king forgot everything else and began to enjoy the food to his heart's content.

To prevent Gilgamesh from further provoking her, Shuoyue had no choice but to sacrifice herself for the greater good, coaxing and persuading Gilgamesh to move to another table, only to end up getting herself involved as well.

"So, what do you want to say, King of Heroes?" The white-haired youth sat in the chair, looking at Gilgamesh who had asked him to stay, and frowned.

"I'm just interested in you, cook." For some reason, Gilgamesh's attitude seemed to have improved considerably after their brief separation. Even though Sakuyue deliberately showed impatience, he only tapped the lunchbox next to him with an unsettling smile on his face.