Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

It was as if they had returned to the beginning. Under the fierce attack, the other two Servants could only keep moving and began a war of attrition on the level of magic power.

The crucial point is that, compared to the mana consumption required by constant movement, it only requires pulling the trigger—the difference in mana consumption is enormous, meaning the Master has far more mana to support their actions.

This time, however, it was the one that seemed to have the upper hand who changed tactics first. But rather than saying it was a change of tactics...

The roar of gunfire, no less deafening than a berserker's fury, ceased. He threw his two weapons toward He and then vanished into spirit form from the sight of the two Servants.

"Gone?" He muttered to himself, effortlessly shattering the gun.

On the other side, however, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

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Chapter 87 The Forest After the Battle

,What's wrong?"

Noticing the change in his expression, he asked naturally.

“My lord is in danger... It seems he left me here and attacked your stronghold himself.” He said slowly, his voice strained.

The fact that this dual-wielder could show such an expression suggests that his master's current situation is probably far more dangerous than he described.

"In the end... is everything still under Kiritsugu's control?"

She felt helpless. Although she did not intend to deny the necessity of ingenious strategies and tactics, the trap set by Kiritsugu was completely contrary to the ideals of the King of Knights.

However, this is the Holy Grail War.

Moreover, it is only natural that the Master would be at the mercy of others after the war was started by the Master and the Master was defeated.

Her blue eyes trembled slightly as she stared at him, whose expression had calmed down.

If they want to win the Holy Grail War, the most reasonable strategy is to block him here and buy time until his Master dies.

So, her choice was already made...

"It must have been done by my Master. Go and help your Master!"

Hearing the unwavering urging, she first showed surprise, then bowed her head deeply in profound admiration. To her, her judgment was clearly tantamount to betraying her Master.

"Knight King, thank you very much."

The handsome spearman nodded and vanished as a spirit. He transformed into a whirlwind and sped towards the castle deep in the forest.

The blonde girl remained alone in the forest, her blue eyes unwavering. Guided by her senses, she ran towards a certain part of the forest.

Yes, this is the Holy Grail War, and she has vowed to obtain the Holy Grail at all costs.

As a Servant, she was supposed to work with her Master to eliminate other opponents and obtain the Holy Grail together.

As a queen, she descended upon this land to save her country and should not have shown mercy.

but……

Under the moonlight, the beautiful young woman continued to move forward, her noble posture unchanged for thousands of years.

Before that, she was first and foremost a knight.

As if he had thought of something, the Knight King stopped and smiled slightly, with a hint of self-deprecation.

Even so, how many dark thoughts does she harbor that are unknown to others, by letting her leave but not rushing to Einzbern Castle?

Just how much does she have to hate Kiritsugu Emiya before she's satisfied?

No, rather than saying she loathed Emiya Kiritsugu as a man, it would be more accurate to say she resisted certain aspects of him that she saw in him...

He shook his head, started walking, and continued walking further and further away from his Master.

What exactly happened?

Before he even realized it, the devastating pain had already overwhelmed Kenneth's thought process.

Before he could even let out a scream, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His nerves went haywire, causing his muscles to spasm all over his body, making his tall, slender body, dressed in a smart suit, perform an ugly and ridiculous dance.

The intense pressure caused the high-density magic circulating in the magic circuits to suddenly begin to erratically and recklessly, damaging the caster's own body. When the attack was blocked by the Moon Spirit Fluid, Kenneth suffered damage far more severe than if he had been hit directly by a bullet.

"Sizzle." The spent cartridges flowed freely in the unrestrained mercury solution, reflecting the bright, cold moonlight.

With an involuntary, painful howl emanating from his throat, the once invincible Clock Tower Lord collapsed in the mercury sea, his body convulsing instinctively, proving that he still had a glimmer of hope.

One bullet, just one shot, destroyed the brilliance of a genius's life and the glory of a family for nearly a thousand years.

Kiritsugu Emiya, who caused this nightmare, pressed his finger on the trigger and swung the long gun downwards as if shaking off blood.

The empty cartridge case bounced out of the folded magazine and into the air, landing on the marble floor with a faint trail of gunpowder residue.

The fortieth source missile successfully destroyed the target.

He felt no emotion about the victory; it was just like before—successful guidance and a calculated conclusion, nothing more.

The destructive power of the Origin Bullet depends on the extent to which the target's magic circuits are activated at the moment of impact, because what destroys the caster's body is his own magical power—this is extremely fatal for the genius Kenneth. Kiritsugu repeatedly provokes Kenneth, precisely to lure this red-eyed bull to the edge of a cliff and then let him fall.

If Kenneth were simply left there, he would be dead in no time, but Kiritsugu Emiya always understood the importance of finishing him off. He switched his submachine gun, which still had bullets, to single-shot mode and walked towards the zombie-like Kenneth.

If a single shot is fired at his head from the closest possible distance, one of the seven groups vying for the Holy Grail will be eliminated.

But at that moment, Kiritsugu Emiya felt a massive magical force approaching. Without hesitation, he raised his submachine gun, aimed, and fired several shots at Kenneth's head.

Amidst the interplay of red and yellow, bullets exploded in the air, and the handsome lancer appeared before Kiritsugu Emiya, picking up the fallen Kenneth.

Kiritsugu Emiya was speechless and helpless. Even he couldn't have predicted that the enemy's Servant would come out to cause trouble at this time.

Kiritsugu always thought that Kenneth was able to break into the castle alone because he was held back. So how exactly did the spearman break through the King of Knights' obstruction?

If he were defeated, Kiritsugu should have sensed the destruction of the object from which he was supplying his mana. However, the one currently somewhere is still absorbing Kiritsugu's mana, and his servant is indeed still alive.

Therefore, there is only one conclusion that can be drawn—it must have been deliberately allowed to pass.

While staring coldly at the shocked Kiritsugu, he gripped both pistols with his right hand and used his free left hand to scoop up Kenneth's body. These actions seemed completely unprepared at first glance, but Kiritsugu was utterly unable to retaliate.

The bullets, imbued with necromancy, were inside his coat, but now, the moment he moved, the sharp tips of the guns would pierce his heart.

"You should know how easy it would be to pierce you right now, Master."

If he hadn't heard it from her own mouth, it would have been difficult for anyone to believe that the man before him, who didn't look like a magician at all, was actually her Master. However, he knew how capable his Master was; the other party was capable of defeating El-Melloi's magic, so his identity was beyond doubt.

However, or rather, precisely because he is the Master, one cannot point the spear at him.

“I will not let you kill my master, but I will not harm my master either. Neither she nor I want to settle the score in this way.”

"Never forget that you are still alive because of the noble character of the Knight King."

After speaking coldly, he grabbed Kenneth and leaped through the window beside him, flying out of the city.

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Chapter 88 The Night That Never Ended

Moonlight streamed through the broken glass window, and the man, who had just survived a fierce battle, hid in the shadows and took a cigarette from his pack.

They have already left.

He has missed the best opportunity to kill a Master.

After realizing this, Kiritsugu once again understood how terrible the relationship between himself and the Servants with whom he had made a contract could be.

That's right, he really did escape with his life. Now that he's not here, he's helpless.

No, even if she were here with him now, could Kiritsugu really entrust her with handling things?

Diarmuid, the lancer's heroic spirit, was already a rather naive and kind-hearted boy, but his chivalrous spirit was no less foolish, completely beyond Kiritsugu's comprehension.

She probably genuinely believed she wouldn't kill Kiritsugu; that's utterly absurd. The King of Knights actually left his Master to face the enemy's Servant alone. If she had betrayed him, her Holy Grail War would have ended in that instant. Even if the Lancer didn't intend to kill Kiritsugu, if Kenneth was still conscious, he would have forced him to do so with a Command Spell. Didn't she even consider that possibility?

Kiritsugu shook his head in utter helplessness and lit the cigarette in his mouth. It was truly ironic that a Servant could develop such a foolishly trusting relationship with their enemy, while simultaneously drifting further and further away from their Master.

Even if she claims to be the strongest Servant, where in the world can you find a subordinate as disobedient as her?

If only I had known this would happen, I should have been more careful when choosing my Servants—Kiritsugu sighed, deeply pondering this too-too-late thought, and exhaled a puff of purple smoke.

After all, they haven't arrived yet.

"Kiritsugu may not be making any moves on the surface, but he's probably seething with anger inside, isn't he?"

The golden-eyed youth leaned against the tree trunk, watching the images on the portable monitoring screen, and laughed with obvious schadenfreude.

"You should know that it's not just Masters who choose Servants, Servants also choose Masters."

Pokémon will disobey commands if their trainer's level is too low, let alone the charismatic heroes.

Now, the chaotic battle between the three Servants has ended, and the duel between the two Masters has also been decided—but the Holy Grail War tonight is not over yet.

"Miyu, quick fire."

"Alright!" The magical girl Cangyu stepped on the invisible magic barrier, leaped into the air, and threw out dozens of magic bullets of various sizes, which collided with the incoming treasures and exploded.

The reason why Sakumo could be so relaxed and even lean against the tree to spy on Kiritsugu Emiya was because he had summoned his own Servant to fight in his place.

Of course, this also includes a certain hero king letting him win.

"What's your opinion of it?" Gilgamesh asked, sitting in his ornate chair, as he poured himself a glass of wine, maintaining the output of the Gate of Babylon.

"What else can I do?" The projection magic reappeared, helping Miyu knock away the extra Noble Phantasms. Sakugetsu said calmly, "Just a little girl who deserves to be protected."

"Huh? Interesting assessment. She's the King of Knights of Britain, you know?"

"So what? Now that I'm here, standing here, all she has to do is be beautiful."

"Are you trying to keep her like a caged bird?"

"Imprisonment play is indeed great... but I'm afraid of getting my face splattered with light beams."

"Hahahaha... I never expected you to have such a talent for comedy, clown." Amidst hearty laughter, the Golden Heroic Spirit slapped his thigh without any regard for his image, not even noticing the wine he spilled. "It's clearly just a mortal's delusion, yet he manages to make it sound so convincing. It's truly laughable!"

"And what about you, King of Heroes?" The golden-eyed youth wasn't annoyed. He gestured for Miyu to come back while rolling his eyes. "Even though you're just a phantom, you're still attached to the moon reflected in the water?"

"What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard!" The Hero King drank his wine heartily, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I hold the key to all the world's treasures. There is not a single treasure in the world that did not originate from my treasury. Doesn't such a slender body and such a holy appearance deserve my pampering?"

"So we're competitors?" The golden-eyed youth licked his lips, as if asking a question, or perhaps provoking.

He responded with a maniacal laugh that was a mixture of murderous intent and pleasure: "Who do you think you are? A cook, a master, or an ignorant traveler?"

"From the very beginning, it was destined that only one of us could survive!"