Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"We've already entered the area of ​​effect interference." Irisviel's calm voice rang out.

"Hold the intruders back before we evacuate."

"Understood." Irisviel understood immediately. "Defeat."

"As you command." The Knight King's reply was extremely brief. By the time the others heard her voice, she had already disappeared from the drawing room. Only the lingering wind behind her spoke of her conviction.

The moment after he left, Kiritsugu Emiya, who had been silently organizing his weapons, spoke:

"Maimi, take Airi and leave the castle. Go in the opposite direction."

Upon receiving the instruction, Maimi nodded in agreement without hesitation. Irisviel, however, could not hide the surprise on her face.

"Can't I...stay here?"

"Since we're fighting far away, this castle isn't safe anymore. There might be some guys who think the same way I do."

After leaving, it's entirely possible that someone might try to attack the Master left behind in the castle, hoping to reap the benefits. If someone wants to kill the Master, the best time to strike is when the Master and Servant separate.

Between a Master protected by Servants and one guarding their own workshop, which is easier to deal with? If Kiritsugu were to decide, he would choose the latter. If any other magician reached the same conclusion, seeing that Irisviel was fighting alone, they would target her remaining in the castle.

After briefly explaining his reasoning, Kiritsugu Emiya carefully fastened the various grenades and the small pouches containing the cursed bullet clips to the suspenders under his coat. He didn't look like a magician preparing for battle at all.

However, upon seeing Kiritsugu's formal attire and the single-shot magic gun holstered in the leather case on his belt, those familiar with him would understand the extent of mental preparation this magician assassin had made.

Irisviel felt uneasy that her husband would leave again to act alone so soon after their meeting, especially after learning that Kiritsugu was hiding his unstable mental state. However, she also knew that even if she went with Kiritsugu, she would only be a hindrance.

But besides these, there are other factors that can cause feelings of unease.

After calmly examining her own thoughts, Irisviel finally understood. The reason she was uneasy wasn't because of being separated from Kiritsugu, but because of having to act with Maiya. From Kiritsugu's perspective, he wanted Maiya to protect Irisviel. However, deep down, she still couldn't completely shake off her resistance towards Maiya.

Yes, that was something she had sensed from the very beginning—the black-clad woman who remained silent, both just now and now, leaving everything to Kiritsugu. This woman was another reason for Irisviel's melancholy.

During today's meeting, the cold-blooded and ruthless demeanor displayed by her husband, Kiritsugu Emiya, even made Irisviel, who had been with him for nine years, feel fear and even disgust.

There was no morality or ethics, no obligation as a magician, only tactics calculated according to the law of the jungle, like a hunting machine. After abandoning the warmth she cherished, every word and action of this magician assassin felt completely foreign to Irisviel.

But at this meeting, Hisayu Maiya remained completely unmoved and kept silent. To her, the current Kiritsugu was probably the original—the Kiritsugu Emiya she knew best.

Is it possible that the person closest to Kiritsugu Emiya right now isn't himself, his wife, but rather Maiya Hisau...?

Did she harbor thoughts similar to jealousy?

That being said, Irisviel would certainly not be so naive as to contradict Kiritsugu's opinion with such personal feelings.

"I see."

Just as she nodded dejectedly, a new stinging sensation flashed through her magic circuit.

This is a new feedback signal from the forest monitoring barrier.

"What's wrong, Alice?"

Kiritsugu, someone else has come in.

It transformed into a silver gust of wind, speeding through the forest.

The conflict with Kiritsugu is now behind her. Once on the battlefield, her spirit is like a sword—a sharp, flawless longsword capable of cutting through gold and jade, without a trace of confusion or hesitation.

Even though her left hand injury has not yet healed, her most relied-upon weapon has never been her Noble Phantasm, but her belief.

The girl has always held onto honor and kept her integrity in mind as she fought her way to this point.

Maintaining such unwavering conviction, even the white dragon that dwells on the island of Great Britain would be slain by the holy sword in her hand.

The servant's speed allowed her to travel several kilometers in just a few minutes, and the black-armored figure came into view.

The armor, which combined sturdiness and flexibility, gave her an overwhelming sense of familiarity—it was a symbol of honor, a proof of identity, worn by those who fought alongside her on the battlefield in her previous life.

That is the knight, a noble person on the battlefield.

But the one figure before him was the only one whom the King of Knights would not acknowledge as bearing that name.

A knight must appear noble and majestic, illuminating the battlefield with his own light. He must restore honor and dignity to those who have fallen into hellish demons, restoring them to human form. This is the responsibility a knight must fulfill, a responsibility far greater than his own anger, sorrow, pain, or suffering.

What lay before them, however, was at best a raging beast bound beneath the knight's armor.

As if hunting a magical beast, the girl-like knight king neither announced her name nor showed any desire to communicate. She simply raised her holy sword and solemnly proclaimed:

"bring it on,!"

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Then a beast clad in black armor galloped from afar, and a knight with flowing golden hair rushed out of the castle.

They will face off head-on and decide the outcome together!

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Chapter 79 The Lancer Group that followed

The best performing class across all abilities, sacrificing sanity for enhanced attributes. 20

This should have been a close and exciting match—if his wrist hadn't been injured.

The enormous canopy swayed, and the red patterns stained on the trunk seemed to still be flowing with blood, pulverizing all its kind.

Roaring wildly, he clasped his hands together around a large tree he had casually pulled from the forest, spinning rapidly as he ravaged everything on the battlefield.

The weapon he wielded was not like the spear of Romulus, the progenitor of the gods, which encompassed all things and symbolized Rome itself. It was merely an old tree by the roadside, blackened by the berserker's twisted and frenzied will, transforming it into such a huge and grotesque weapon.

With its high level of endurance and strength, the enormous alien began to spin, transforming into a millstone as it chased after the golden figure on the battlefield.

"I didn't expect that she could even do this. She used 'magic release' to infuse her limbs and moved swiftly. However, this action was not for attacking, but rather the minimum guarantee that she could survive in a wide-range attack."

It's generally accepted that the larger the weapon, the heavier it is, but the weapon in my hand was surprisingly light and agile, so much so that I was almost hit by the tree several times, only escaping thanks to my intuition.

If we could cut down the giant tree with our swords, our predicament would be solved.

However, the weapons transformed from knights who do not die unarmed possess at least the quality of a D-rank Noble Phantasm, and even the holy sword in one's hand would find it difficult to cut them.

So, retreat?

Her intuition told her that the person in front of her was not there to invade Einzbern; his target was her.

Is he a war-loving heroic spirit? Or simply an anti-hero who enjoys killing?

But in any case, this means losing the right to escape.

This means it becomes a contest of magical reserves. Knowing this will be a protracted battle, immediately reduce the power of your sword strikes. Continuously swinging your sword at full power is unsustainable; use only the minimum amount of stamina to avoid frantic attacks.

Magic power cannot be infinite. Wielding a weapon weighing nearly a ton like this will eventually exhaust magic power. The question is whether one can last until then.

The thought of his left hand being useless filled him with frustration. To wield the sword with only his right hand, he absolutely had to use magic to compensate for his lack of arm strength. In the current situation, the excessive consumption of magic was the most fatal burden. Besides, if he could grip the hilt of the sword with both hands, he could unleash his Noble Phantasm and burn the giant tree to ashes.

Anxiety made her grit her teeth, but she continued to hold out, searching for a possible turning point in the battle.

This turning point came quickly.

Two streaks of red and yellow lightning flashed through the forest. Two spears thrust out, one forcing the opponent to parry, the other slicing through the tree that had been transformed into a Noble Phantasm.

She took a deep breath, panting, after breaking free from the struggle. A tall, slender figure in a tight-fitting bodysuit blocked her view.

"This looks terrible. The reputation of the King of Knights is in tears."

The handsome man, almost sinisterly so, winked at the stunned man. His bewitching gaze was not something an ordinary person could withstand. Unlike the dangerous and ferocious spears in his hands, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne's smile was so relaxed and carefree.

Why did you…

He was surprised, but smiled at her and then pointed his spear at the dazed woman.

"And who gave you permission to act so lawlessly? This head is the medal that adorns my spear. Outsiders trying to steal is nothing but the act of a thief who doesn't know the etiquette of the battlefield."

The unbridled declaration of the hunt did not cause any displeasure. On the contrary, as if stimulated by something, they directed all their murderous intent and resentment towards the dual-wielder blocking their way.

This is the second time that an attack has been stopped. Even the most magnanimous hero would be dissatisfied with this.

However, Artoria inexplicably felt that his anger was not because his offensive was thwarted, but rather because of some more secretive and unspeakable emotion.

But now is not the time to ponder the reasons, because the black-armored berserker has already charged forward unarmed.

"Watch out! They can turn any weapon they acquire into their own Noble Phantasm!" He responded to the loud warning with a refreshing smile.

"Thank you, but I'd also like to know—"

The Yellow Rose Spear was discarded on the ground, and the handsome spearman grasped the "Red Rose of Exorcism" with both hands, crouching low in an ambush stance.

"The power that can steal a Noble Phantasm, will it still be effective against my anti-magic spear?!"

It was no accident that Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald found his way here.

As dusk fell, when he emerged from his newly established base, he was astonished to find magical inscriptions carved on the gate of the abandoned factory.

After easily deciphering the code, Kenneth was given a simple sentence.

"More than 30 kilometers west of the city center, deep in the forest along the national highway, lies the Master's stronghold—the Master will launch an attack on this place tonight."

The only way to start a Servant battle is to choose a place where no one can see you. So when Kenneth confirmed the accuracy of the information through his own means, a sense of smugness flashed through his mind, but he quickly fell into hesitation.

Kenneth had heard about the Einzbern territory during his pre-battle investigation. Since it was a mage's domain, it naturally possessed a certain level of protection or enchantment, making it difficult for outsiders to gain the upper hand in battle. However, although he didn't know the full story—his Master's initiative in launching an attack clearly indicated a desire to challenge the Einzbern forces, so there might be an opportunity in this battle.

Whether it was because of his injuries or because Kiritsugu Emiya interrupted the sacred magical duel, it was worth the trip.

Having made up his mind, he led the way into the forest barrier the moment he appeared.

As Kenneth had predicted, a battle ensued. Although the Master had retreated from the beginning, leaving no opportunity for an attack, the Master also failed to appear. The opposing Master likely believed that since they were in their own territory, they could protect themselves even without their Servant, and thus decided to observe from their rear base.

So Kenneth decided what to do.

In any case, Kenneth first ordered her to be held back to prevent her from leaving the front lines to defend, while also greatly depleting her stamina.

And he, the great Sir Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, ventured alone into Eindzbern Castle. Though it was a daring challenge, it did not shake Kenneth's confidence. Whatever defenses Eindzbern might have, he was prepared to risk everything, even the name of Sir El-Melloi, to utterly destroy them.

To make up for his blunder last night, he had to show this ruthlessness, especially since his fiancée, Solau, had already expressed great dissatisfaction with the new base, including Kenneth's performance.

For Kenneth now, getting his fiancée to retract her disdain is his most important task.

Filled with high spirits, Kenneth pressed on into the depths of the forest.

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Chapter 80 The Battle Between Magicians and Magician Assassins

(Boiling, my blood!)