Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

As the golden-eyed youth finished speaking, Kenneth let out a sigh of despair.

One person can easily escape these petty tricks, but the problem lies with him.

He was not a baby like Liu Shan, nor did he have the good fortune of Zhao Yun, not to mention that their enemies were not ordinary armies, but more dangerous magicians and followers.

It's impossible for him to break through enemy lines seven times like Zhao Zilong of Changshan, who was surrounded and forced to retreat seven times.

The moment their stronghold was discovered, Kenneth's fate was sealed.

Even so, Kenneth would not give up hope of survival, nor would he abandon his lord.

“I have a question,” Diarmuid stepped forward. “Why did you kidnap my lord’s fiancée? If you challenge me, I will gladly accept, but if you threaten me with a hostage, this is something I cannot tolerate.”

Even if such rhetoric is somewhat despicable, what does it matter if he loses some of his reputation as long as it can restrain him?

"No, you're wrong." Faced with the questioning, Artoria shook her head, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "I saved Solau; otherwise, the Moonlit Night would have pierced her heart."

"They unleash evil spirits on me without a word, and they even try to kill me. How can I not fight back?" The golden-eyed youth shrugged, completely lacking any awareness of being an intruder.

He glared at the unreliable youth, but continued, "Logically speaking, this woman has been stripped of her right to fight, so I will not let her go. However, I also guarantee in the name of a knight that I will not harm her again."

After a pause, the noble knight king added, "Furthermore, I am here in a personal capacity. Rest assured, my master is unaware of this."

As for the reason?

Under the moonlight last night, Artoria had just found the unconscious Irisviel and Hisayu Maiya when she heard footsteps behind her.

Turning around, the young man's golden eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"Well, I'm having to let my group leave tomorrow."

It was something so important, but in Shuoyue's words, it was as simple as going out for a meal tomorrow.

"So, would you like to come with me to see Diarmuid off on his final journey?"

How could I not come?

The Knight King snapped out of her reverie and looked again at the spearman standing opposite her, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

You should know that we have a battle we've agreed to fight.

On the other hand, even though things had come to this point, Kenneth still wanted to make a last-ditch effort.

“Well, Shuoyue, we have, after all, exchanged magical skills…” The once arrogant, now humble lord rubbed his hands together, forcing a fawning smile. “If you spare my life, I swear on my noble name, you can choose any resources the Archibald family has to offer. If you wish, I can even recommend you to become the lord of the Clock Tower’s Modern Magic Department, and…”

"Come on, Kenneth, it's too ugly to live like this." Shuoyue interrupted Kenneth's persuasion with a smile, "However, considering that we've known each other, it's not impossible."

A glimmer of hope shone in Kenneth's eyes.

Unmoved, because all of this was exactly as expected.

Shuoyue maintained her harmless smile, stepped forward, and casually tossed the parchment in her hand. With a simple manipulation of airflow, the parchment, which was depicted with strange patterns and symbols, landed in Kenneth's hands.

To outsiders, the contents of this paper are probably completely incomprehensible, but to a magician, it is a mandatory, standard spell document.

[Binding Spell - Target: New Moon. By swearing an oath with the New Moon's magic crest, and provided the following conditions are met, the contract will become a commandment, binding the target without exception.]

[Oath: The Magician Sakumoku is permanently forbidden from any intention or action to kill or harm Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald and Solau Nazele Sophiari, and will prevent any malicious acts against them by any participant in the Holy Grail War.]

[Conditions: The new moon grants secondary control over the Archibald family, and Kenneth and his Servants win two battles.]

The writer also added explanations to the "two battles" rune in the conditions.

[Battle 1: Fight and defeat Master Sakuzuki.]

[Battle 2: Fight and win against the Servant.]

If Master Kenneth fails to win any of the battles, he will be considered to have breached the contract.

Chapter 93: The Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain! (Seeking First Subscription!)

Self-enforced certificate.

This is a magical contract used by magicians when making an agreement that cannot be broken. It is the most absolute guarantee to prevent breach of contract. The contract is usually carried on parchment and includes the binding spell, the object of the binding, the formal content of the oath, the conditions for fulfilling the oath, and the signature of the oath-taker (the bound person).

Using the function of one's own magical crest, a "forced curse" is imposed on the caster, and in principle, its effect cannot be removed by any means. Once the magician signs the certificate and fulfills the conditions of the oath to make the certificate effective, even if the oath-taker is dead, as long as the magical crest is passed down to the next generation, even the soul after death will be bound.

For a magician, producing such proof in negotiations means making the greatest concession possible—because it means that once the proof is established, the party in the superior position must relinquish a portion of its free will.

This wasn't the first time Shuoyue had used the "Self-Forced Verdict"; he had used it in Einzbern Castle and at the Matou family's residence.

That's why Ahadion never dared to disobey him, and Kariya... well, that self-forced certificate is only related to Sakura.

Of course, this is because the new moon has no magic crest and is not afraid of being used against her, so she abuses the self-forced proof. Ordinary magicians value magic crests more than their own lives and would never use such a taboo casually.

Even the Lord of the Clock Tower hadn't seen it many times, but it was indeed the correct written form, without any omissions. The signature written in blood by the sworn brother himself showed magical movement, proving that the spell had taken effect.

He understood the meaning of the condition that "Shuoyue possesses secondary control over the Archibald family." Even if he defeated Shuoyue consecutively, it didn't mean he had won the Holy Grail War. However, if he made a single wrong move, he, the head and first ruler of the Archibald family, would die, and Shuoyue would rightfully become the new head of the family.

As for the family's resistance... no one can defeat someone as powerful as the Servant, Sakugetsu.

Kenneth's eyes followed the text again and again, racking his brains to avoid leaving any ambiguity in the document's content that could be interpreted in other ways.

But the clearest part of his mind had already admitted that he had given in—at this point, he had no other choice.

It's either lose everything, or hold onto this certificate as your last lifeline... that's the only difference.

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald gave up thinking.

Blood becomes a signature, and the signature becomes a spell.

Accompanied by a dazzling red glow, the self-forced proof burned away, announcing the establishment of the spell.

"Then, happy working together."

The golden-eyed youth clapped his hands, smiled, and then—

A chilling, sharp edge of the weapon surged forth from behind him.

"Let's begin!"

The red spear swept across, shattering the randomly projected weapons.

The warriors of the Fiona Knights, wielding twin pistols, had their sorrow vanished from their eyes, replaced by a renewed burning passion for battle.

"Just what I wanted, Your Excellency Shuoyue!"

He swung his two pistols as if trying to shake off all the sorrow and frustration in his heart, and clashed with the young man who was charging at him with a knife!

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the abandoned factory, leaving behind a poignant, blood-red hue, a lament for the fleeting nature of time and the passing of beauty.

The youthful vigor of the past has vanished, and the days of drinking and laughing together have disappeared amidst the clash of guns and blades.

But even in this life-or-death struggle, some beautiful things remain, shining with a golden light.

That was mutual recognition among martial artists.

That was mutual respect between enemies.

Even a battle that requires all-out effort can be a channel for conveying emotions and will.

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As Diarmuid's spear approached, Shuoyue threw out her twin swords, then grabbed her new Gan Jiang Mo Xie and pressed forward.

"Well done! I can do two things at once. With my left hand, I wield the 'Yellow Rose of Destruction,' forcing Shuoyue to take a small step back. With my right hand, I thrust out the 'Red Rose of Demon-Slaying,' deflecting the flying twin swords back into the spirit realm."

But when he looked down, he was astonished to find the young man in red and white robes sliding in and closing in, then drawing his bow and nocking an arrow!

"Project, fire!"

The enormous beam of light stubbornly shot into the sky, then split into five arrows, which exploded the moment the spearman landed, destroying the open space with a thunderous roar.

Kenneth and the others had already evacuated, and even they were speechless when they saw such a huge scene.

From this perspective, Shuoyue really did go all out...

As she pondered, the young man's offensive continued. He leaped high into the air, and a caltrop-like arrow was already nocked on his black iron bow.

"Red Plains Hound!"

Arrows that tracked the blood slashed out and charged toward Fiona's warriors.

The spear, gleaming with a proud red light, pierced through everything, shooting down the archer who had been briefly suspended in the air, causing him to fall into the ruins.

The bright yellow spear parted the air currents, revealing the spearman's slightly disheveled figure, but he had a smile on his lips and a light in his eyes.

"Hey, Lord Shuoyue—you're not going to admit defeat so easily, are you?"

Amidst the ruins, a figure in a tattered white robe leaped to the ground, defiant and determined:

"Even if I'm not a Servant, you don't have to look down on me like this, Diarmuid?"

Then the two figures sprang up again. Diarmuid pulled out the crimson spear blade stuck in the ground, and Shuoyue conjured weapons in both hands again, colliding at the same spot.

Under the relentless pressure of the spearman, the Yin-Yang Twin Blades shattered easily. The young man's golden eyes reflected the fragments of the weapon, and with a wave of his hands, he once again raised his blade to meet the attack.

In the heat of battle, there was no time to unleash his Noble Phantasm; for Diarmuid, his cursed twin pistols were everything.

Shuoyue had to guard against the injuries caused by the yellow rose, and also try to avoid the demon-dispelling effects of the red rose—his body was not that of a normal person.

If you try to outsmart your opponent, there's no doubt you'll only end up losing.

However, he also has advantages that Diarmuid does not have.

The twin blades shattered once more, and Diarmuid's power paused slightly due to the disappearance of its vessel. Shuoyue's eyes flashed, and seizing the opportunity, she nimbly rushed into Diarmuid's close range. Then she turned around, her hands moving like tigers climbing a mountain. First, she used one hand to rip off Diarmuid's right arm as he tried to block her, and then she used her other hand to deliver a palm strike towards his chest. This struck Huang Qiangwei, who was blocking her way, and she tore her hand apart with her claw-like hand.

Diarmuid realized something was wrong and quickly retreated. However, Shuoyue raised her left hand again and struck him on the head with a palm strike. Her right hand was merciless and lunged again. She attacked and grabbed him inch by inch, twisting and turning her steps. Her right elbow struck the spearman's solid chest.

It is the killing move of Bajiquan - Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain!

"Ugh!" Amidst the excruciating pain of his chest wound, the handsome spearman opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood!

Come to think of it, Shuoyue could have easily moved everyone to another place to avoid being disturbed by other participants... Guess why he didn't do that (laughs)?

Chapter 94: Victory in the Battle! (Please Subscribe!)

The severe blow to the heart caused a momentary daze in his mind.

The smell in my nostrils was no longer that of rust, but the fresh scent of trees in the forest and the rotting smell of falling leaves.

The sound of guns clashing with swords was crisp, just like... back then.

He also had his moments of despair, when he pledged himself to become an exile to keep his vow, fighting against gunfire from all sides on his own.