Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

“You suppressed my injuries, so I hope you can heal the curse you inflicted.” He adopted a serious expression. “What I desire is the continuation of the Warehouse Street battle, not the start of another unfair duel.”

Deeply moved, I thought, "Only your noble spirit can bring a breath of fresh air to my heart."

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue raised an eyebrow.

What's wrong with me? I went easy on you during the fight and even helped you heal, and you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are actually giving me the cold shoulder!

Then, changing the subject, the golden-eyed youth held up three fingers and added:

"I can help you if you need it... It's a clothing store, this price."

"Ah!" Realizing what Shuoyue was implying, Artoria's pupils trembled, her ahoge drooping, and she fell into a state of confusion.

Diarmuid

Your chivalry is crying out!

After Shuoyue mercifully lowered two fingers, he finally nodded solemnly, turning his grief and anger into strength: "Come and fight!"

"Oh, just what I wanted!" With the curse of the sea god lifted, his body was rapidly recovering under the power of Solau's magic. He was focused and no longer bothered by anything else, exuding a fierce aura.

The next moment, both sides simultaneously took their first step in the attack.

The vow of duel was finally fulfilled, and the duel, which had been postponed for two nights, resumed.

Although this battle mirrored the fight on Warehouse Street three days prior, the two fighters were quite different from their first encounter – their moves were more direct and intense, more concise and brutal, a direct clash of strength.

Neither side resorted to deceptive tactics nor probed the other's movements. Their dual pistols whirled like the wind, and they made no attempt to conceal their swordplay. Neither side employed any surprise attacks or secret strategies; both sought greater speed and power, aiming for a decisive blow that would overpower the other's offensive. They continuously swung and twirled their weapons, engaging in a fierce battle of offense and defense, each move a sharp exchange.

The intertwined, inseparable holy sword and demonic spear sparked a thousand times, like a hundred flowers blooming. The legendary Noble Phantasms, wielded with superhuman strength and speed, clashed, exceeding the speed of sound and approaching the speed of light. This duel, a contest of ultimate martial arts techniques fought in the blink of an eye, made observation of the battle almost impossible.

Kenneth had already closed his eyes to avoid being burned by the intense battle of magical clashes, while Shuoyue stared intently at the battle between the three ranks, trying to integrate the newly learned spear techniques with her own swordsmanship, rapidly absorbing experience.

Compared to his battle with Diarmuid, the clash with [another character] was more pure, because they were both knights who galloped across the battlefield, so their battles were more brutal and dangerous.

Whether it was ten or a hundred rounds, after a fierce battle, the two sides finally distanced themselves and moved out of the range of each other's weapons.

Chapter 96 The New Moon's Heartfelt Words

This is a civil war between Celtic heroes.

This is a battle of the strongest, where mind, skill, and body are all flawless.

In this brief and swift exchange, there was no doubt that the other side had the upper hand.

Compared to the first battle in Warehouse Street, her sword strikes tonight were lighter and slower because she held her left thumb tightly in her palm instead of pressing it on the hilt. The remaining four fingers lightly gripped the hilt, only used to assist in controlling the direction of the sword tip. She did not use the strength of her left arm when slashing.

It was clear that the injury was caused by his Noble Phantasm, "The Yellow Rose of Certain Annihilation".

In the intense battles where there was no time to recite the true names of the Noble Phantasms, his twin pistols were so sharp that even a trace of their attributes would cause the enemy to pay a heavy price.

However, Diarmuid did not want to challenge the King of Knights who was not fighting at full strength.

"Don't misunderstand."

Perhaps noticing the hesitation in his heart, he shook his head with a spirited air and said:

"This battle is a continuation of the Warehouse Street battle. The injuries you sustained then are your medals. For me, injuries and the power of my attacks are secondary factors in battle. The only factor that brought me victory was how to concentrate my fighting spirit and make my fighting will more refined and acute."

The golden longsword swept across the night sky, and the fluid movement proved it was true. Even when at a disadvantage, her eyes were filled with a firm and clear fighting spirit, without any slackness or hesitation.

She is indeed "giving it her all," and she herself hopes to fight in this state—

Once I understood this, a strong yet exhilarating sense of numbness welled up from the depths of my heart.

Ah, how fortunate he was to appear in this war, and to encounter this noble knight, as pure as moonlight, among countless heroic spirits…

"May your knight's sword live on forever! It's such a blessing to have met you!" The handsome spearman smiled contentedly, his eyes shining brightly.

That's the joy and gratitude you feel when you meet someone who shares your ideals.

Both sides share the same goal.

If this is a path with no turning back, the one who stays behind must respectfully watch those ahead continue forward.

Then let's fight a battle without restraint, without regrets, a battle where we risk our lives to test the true value of swords and blades.

The crimson and bright yellow spears swung like lightning, whistling like never before, tearing through the surrounding air and expressing their master's soaring fighting spirit.

"Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the vanguard lancer of the Fiona Knights—I challenge you to a duel!"

"I accept! Artoria Pendragon, Queen of Britain, accepts your challenge—!" She drew Excalibur from the ground, charged forward without hesitation, and swung her sword. "Come on!"

The weapons clashed again, flying back and forth, and the sparks that flew out looked as if the joy of those who valued martial arts was radiating outwards.

Kenneth hid in a dark corner deep within the abandoned factory, watching the battle unfold outside. He felt none of the two knights' integrity; only a burning anxiety simmering within him.

The longer the battle went on, the more anxious and frustrated he became.

Why can't we win? Why can't our spears hit our targets?

Now, Kenneth deeply regrets not obtaining Iskandar's Servant. At that crucial moment, the relic was stolen, and Kenneth quickly sought out the Servant Dimurdor to replace him. Although the Servant's abilities were inferior, he was undoubtedly a top-tier Master, capable of compensating for any disadvantages. At the time, Ser El-Melloi even harbored a bold idea: that his own talent would suffice to overcome the Servant's shortcomings.

However, Kenneth has now lost his magic circuits and can no longer be as optimistic as before. If he wants to survive this battle with his last remaining Command Seal and a poor follower, he must be even more careful.

The self-mandatory certificate has been signed; running away will only hasten death.

Damn it… Kenneth groaned inwardly, unable to resist casting a resentful glance at the young man beside him. The drinks and snacks on his table were so utterly unpleasant—

His golden eyes held an almost tangible majesty that forced Kenneth to awkwardly avert his gaze.

“There’s no need to stare at me like that.” Without letting his offense slide, Shuoyue held up her Coke cup and casually uttered words that were incredibly humiliating to Kenneth.

“You’re just a good-for-nothing who’s all talk and no action, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald.”

"Being obsessed with doting on your fiancée and refusing to accept reality, being obsessed with your own talent and acting foolishly and recklessly, being obsessed with jealousy between men and refusing to face your servants... this is the end result you will get."

The loyal spearman was thoroughly enjoying the battle, so Shuoyue was finally able to speak her mind freely:

“There is no one easier to control than this spearman… no, I mean, someone easier to get along with. As long as you entrust him with your trust, he will give you his martial arts, his spiritual foundation, his life—everything he has.”

"Although Diarmuid, who descended as a class servant, did not bring his sword of wrath, the 'Yellow Rose of Destruction' is dangerous enough in my opinion: not only to the servants, but also to the master."

At this point, a mocking smile appeared on Shuoyue's lips.

"After all, a Master is not like a Servant; they are essentially spirits who can stop bleeding from wounds at any time."

This demonic spear, capable of inflicting permanent wounds, is incredibly useful in the midst of a massive seven-faction war. While there's a possibility of being attacked from all sides, if the Master uses skillful diplomacy to win over, form alliances, and divide the enemy, many Masters would be happy to see other enemies bleed to death.

When the situation finally becomes clear, all that is needed is to drag the remaining enemies into close combat—who would dare to guarantee that they can defeat the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights?

Although it was an idealized outcome (after all, most of the Servants in the Fourth Shinobi World War were exceptional), it also proved that they had the potential to win the final victory. Not to mention that Kenneth's abilities as a magician were outstanding in this war, and his magic was provided by his fiancée, Solau.

As a result, a winning hand was ruined by Director Ken.

"I don't want to hear your rebuttal. Reality has already proven everything." Shuoyue waved her hand impatiently, forcing Kenneth to shut up. Then, she rested her chin on her hand and quietly watched the two figures fighting in the open space, her calm whispers sounding like a dream.

"In the end, this is just the ramblings of a dying man... nothing more."

One more update to come.

Chapter 97. Commit suicide, Lancer!

Even if everyone else has forgotten, Shuoyue himself could never forget—his remaining life was already counting down.

Perhaps in that timeline, the Great Hero was directly blasted to pieces by Gilgamesh's Ea, leaving no trace of his body. Therefore, the reborn Sakumo could only walk in this world with a body made of magic.

From a player who followed a cheat code to complete quests, to a mortal struggling to survive, Shuoyue had secretly felt anger, cursed, and scorned the cruel joke of fate.

But in any case, if he didn't want to die, he had to save himself.

This is the Type-Moon world. If it's just a matter of transferring consciousness, there are ways to do it—at the highest level, there's the legendary Third Method, and the techniques of the Grand Puppeteer Aozaki Touko; at the lowest level, there's the old bug's lingering life, or becoming a Dead Apostle, or even nurturing a Chaos Nest within one's body like Nero Chaos.

So, after realizing her problem, Sakugetsu thoroughly reviewed the Einzbern family's information on the Third Law. On the day she arrived in Fuyuki City, she massacred the Matou family. After obtaining the information, she ordered them to leave the battlefield and search for the hidden Grand Puppeteer and possible traces of the Angels...

But he himself remained in this Holy Grail War.

Part of the reason was to meet characters from his past life, but an even more important factor was the omnipotent cauldron of wishes—even if it had been corrupted.

Gilgamesh was expelled by the evil of this world and gained a physical body.

Having already grasped the basics of the Third Law, Sakugetsu naturally also has a way to break free from the curse. Moreover, besides Aozaki Touko, he also has another important figure in the search for 'Kara no Kyoukai'—Ryougi Shiki.

Although the current Shiki is far from awakened from a timeline perspective, the Root Shiki has existed since its birth.

Awaken her, and many things will be solved.

...But placing your hopes on others is ultimately too risky.

The golden-eyed youth closed his eyes and let out a barely perceptible sigh.

Call him arrogant or foolish, but his vision has transcended the simple desire to "live at all costs" and has reached the goal of "living a more perfect life."

Therefore, he must personally compete for the Holy Grail and gain the favor of the Third Law through his own power.

He also has his reasons for participating in the Holy Grail War.

As the oldest hero-king, Gilgamesh could end the Holy Grail War in a single night if he were to get serious.

With the advantage of foresight and considerable strength, Shuoyue could also end this battle in a short time—but that would be meaningless.

What he needs is not victory. In order to achieve his goal, Shuoyue still needs time to prepare everything thoroughly.

Shuoyue longed to meet the heroic spirits, yearned to fight them, and looked forward to the inevitable King's Feast... But before that, he had to make sure he survived.

Only by living can one see more scenery, witness more encounters and partings, and fulfill the small wish that man entrusted to him.

He couldn't let Miyu go to a life-or-death battle; that girl should enjoy a beautiful reunion, not a bloody night.

But the Holy Grail is also something he seeks.

Therefore... he needs a new Servant.

I'm sorry, Artoria.

Behind him, Kenneth, his eyes bloodshot, raised his trembling arm and unleashed his final act of power as Master.

"By the Command Spell—commit suicide!"

That was a few minutes ago.

"No, it's not me, it's all his fault! If he hadn't been so weak, how could I have been forced into this situation!"

Kenneth vehemently refuted Shuoyue's words, but the young man only gave him a cold back view and did not utter a word.