Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Even though his lips were moving, as if he were saying something.

A chill ran through Kenneth's heart. In the eerie silence, he instinctively turned his wheelchair and changed the direction of his body.

The depths of the abandoned factory were pitch black, except for a beam of moonlight that shone like a searchlight through the skylight in the roof, illuminating a corner.

Under the pale, cold moonlight, Sola, who was under a spell, stared wide-eyed, tears of fear streaming down her bloodless face.

A black submachine gun was perched atop her head.

What a small, unassuming weapon it was—yet the bullets it spat out robbed Kenneth of his magic circuits, and next, they would take the life of his fiancée.

Following the arm holding the gun upwards, the man's face that Kenneth saw almost made him forget to breathe.

With a tattered coat, messy hair, and a full beard, the man put a finger to his lips, signaling Kenneth to be quiet.

He appeared extremely ordinary at first glance, but he had a pair of piercing eyes like sharp swords—Kenneth would never forget that it was this hateful lackey of the Einzbern family who viciously destroyed his magic circuits.

The man likely sneaked in through the back door while he was fighting with Quanxin. He held his submachine gun pointed at Sola's head, lying on the ground, and didn't move the muzzle.

“It was him…” Kenneth had personally experienced the man’s ruthlessness and meticulousness, which was like that of a viper. Anger and hatred ignited in his heart—but a deeper sense of despair made him slump down.

This couldn't be worse; the woman he loved had fallen into the hands of an enemy he never even wanted to imagine.

Kenneth's remaining rationality told him that this man must have some ulterior motive for deliberately showing himself to let him see that Solau was safe and sound.

However, he couldn't guess what Kiritsugu Emiya's intentions were, so he could only nod silently, indicating that he was willing to follow the other's instructions.

Seeing this, the man took a roll of parchment from his coat pocket with his other free hand, casually unfolded it, and tossed it into the air, where it landed lightly on Kenneth's lap.

[Binding Technique - Target: Emiya Kiritsugu]

[By swearing an oath by Kiritsugu Emiya's Magic Crest, and provided the following conditions are met, this contract will become a commandment, binding the recipient without exception.]

[Oath: Kiritsugu, son of Norikaze, the fifth heir of the Emiya family, is permanently forbidden from having any intention or action to kill or harm Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald and Solau Nazelle Sofiari.]

【condition

Thinking he was seeing things, Kenneth rubbed his eyes and looked closely. Finally, he clearly saw the only condition required by the contract—

[Use all remaining Command Seals to command the Servant to commit suicide.]

This was the second self-forced certificate after the new moon, but it did not cause Kenneth to show much shock or dissatisfaction. He simply looked with his tired, gray blue eyes at the people still fighting for him in the distance, and then turned his gaze lifelessly to Emiya Kiritsugu and Solau, whose eyes were full of pleading for help under his gun.

Kiritsugu Emiya arrived too late. He was unaware that his self-compulsory testimony had clashed with that of another young man—a fatal conflict.

However, Kenneth had no right to appeal because the life of the woman he loved had been transferred from one person to another, but Kenneth had never been able to take it back.

It was as if... he had never truly won Solau's heart.

Kiritsugu Emiya was unaware that Kenneth was prepared to die. He merely raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, as he watched this once-glorious genius raise his arm and calmly activate his final Command Spell:

"By the Command Spell—commit suicide!"

So, in the midst of the fierce battle, the spearman suddenly twisted his arm, and before he could even show a look of astonishment, he thrust the tip of his spear into his own heart!

Don't worry, I would never die this way.

Chapter 98 Your body is given to me!

Chapter 98 Your body—is given to me!

Mysterious, deceitful, and dangerous; we must be vigilant.

This was Kiritsugu Emiya's first impression of the young man, Sakugetsu.

Today, the man in the overcoat looked at the calm back that hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end, and silently revised his opinion of him.

Hypocrisy, mystery, danger, those who share the same path but not the same way—all must be eliminated.

To prevent Kenneth from attracting Servants by shouting, Kiritsugu Emiya quietly set up a soundproof barrier.

However, the barrier created by magic is itself a dangerous signal—Shuoyue, who is quite accomplished in the art of magic, will surely notice the anomaly around her.

Therefore, Kiritsugu Emiya's actions were almost an open secret. He admitted that there was an element of gambling involved, but more so, it was based on his speculation about the battle situation.

First, the new moon was borrowed, in front of Irisviel.

Didn't he know that Irene would definitely inform her husband, Emiya Kiritsugu, about this?

Secondly, even though they could have moved their position or used a magical barrier to envelop the stronghold, the young man remained unmoved.

Is he simply looking to witness a laughable battle between two Servants, or is he waiting for the real character to enter the scene?

Once the battle begins, it's impossible for a Master not to sense it. Through the causal link with the Servant, Kiritsugu Emiya could easily find this place—isn't this exactly what this young man, Sakugetsu, was aiming for?

He was certain that Kiritsugu Emiya wouldn't give up an opportunity that would allow both Master and Servant to leave the stage.

It's just that he can't do it himself, so he uses someone else to do the dirty work... Really, there's a limit to hypocrisy.

Kiritsugu touched the cigarette pack in his pocket, suppressing his craving for a cigarette, but still let out a deep sigh.

This feeling of looking in the mirror is awful, especially when you're being used as a weapon.

Kenneth had already raised his arm, but the next moment, the change in air pressure made Kiritsugu raise his eyes and look ahead.

The young man was no longer in his seat.

After a brief silence, Kiritsugu Emiya pressed the button on his headphones without hesitation.

"Do it, now!"

The Command Seal was so effective that almost the instant Kenneth finished reciting it, the tip of the gun was already close to his heart.

Even those with A-level intuition who were right in front of him didn't have time to react and could only watch helplessly as their lives ended in the next second.

But one figure moved faster than anyone else, or rather, he acted the moment the Master issued the command—

"Clang!" The twin pistols were knocked away by the twin swords. The white-haired, golden-eyed youth remained expressionless and plunged a lightning-like, multicolored dagger into Diarmuid's chest first!

"Shuoyue, you! You haven't recovered from the suicide attempt yet, and you've been plunged into a new round of shock."

Diarmuid, however, seemed to realize something. Ignoring the dagger still stuck in his chest, he suddenly turned around and ran wildly towards his lord Kenneth.

"My Lord——"

But it was too late; a gunshot rang out even before he did.

Solau, struck squarely in the forehead by a bullet, stopped breathing without uttering a single word. Blood mixed with an unknown substance flowed from the hole in her forehead, staining her beautiful face.

It wasn't Kenneth who died, but his beloved fiancée, Solau.

The assassin was not Kiritsugu Emiya, but Maiya Hisau, who was holding a sniper rifle on another building hundreds of meters away.

Kenneth didn't even need to waste a single bullet; his face contorted the instant the Command Seal was activated, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his soul boiled like water.

The leader of the clock tower opened his mouth, but not a single sound came out; his face was contorted like that of an evil spirit.

[The conditions have been met; the self-mandated certificate is valid.]

The conditions were not met, and victory in the second battle was not achieved.

[Self-mandated testimony: An heir has been born...]

[Self-mandated testimony: The new moon has been violated; punishment is being carried out.]

[The contract has been terminated, Kenneth's Master status has been revoked, and there is a command conflict.]

[Self-mandated certificate: Ichiji (the act of cutting off one's heir) has not taken effect.]

"boom!"

This time, Diarmuid clearly saw the man in black pull the trigger, decisively ending his lord's suffering.

That was not out of kindness, but a callous act to stifle any possibility.

"You... despicable scoundrel!"

The pain in his chest was like a cheap, foul drink. In a drunken rage, Diarmuid roared and, like a storm, thrust the crimson tip of his spear at Kiritsugu Emiya.

A fierce wind swept over him, but Kiritsugu Emiya remained expressionless. The Command Seals on the back of his hand had somehow quietly multiplied into two.

"Command my puppets with Command Spells!"

A gust of wind swept from behind, and the Knight King's golden holy sword once again met Chief Fiona's demonic spear.

! ”

"I'm sorry." The blonde girl lowered her eyes dejectedly. With her A-rank magic resistance, she could have blocked the Command Seals, but Irisviel's gentle smile flashed through her mind, causing her to give up her resistance to the power.

"No matter what, Emiya Kiritsugu is my... Master."

He was also the man Irisviel deeply loved.

What resentment and helplessness were contained in that tone!

Not only because she had to protect this despicable enemy, but also because the handsome spearman in front of her was uncontrollably emitting golden spiritual particles.

Even though the magical dagger in his chest saved him from the humiliation of suicide, he still uncontrollably headed towards his doom after losing his magical power.

The physical body that makes up his present life, the vessel of his noble will, is gradually collapsing.

Ultimately, they were unable to complete that final battle.

"Ah..." Diarmuid's gaze fell on Kenneth and Solau, who had already lost their lives. The fire of revenge had been extinguished, replaced by a heart full of sorrow.

This was the second time he had been murdered by his lord, and the first time he had tasted the bitter fruit of being too late in protecting him. Dimurd only hoped to overturn that unfortunate ending, so he accepted the summons to come back to this world from the Throne of Heroes, but in the end, the result was only a recurrence of the past tragedy, or even worse—he tasted that dark despair and grief once again.

"You people... just like that..."

The despicable man had vanished into the darkness, and the gradually dissipating spearman knelt on the ground, uttering low, hoarse sounds.

"You're so eager to win! So eager to obtain the Holy Grail! You're even going so far as to trample on my... my only wish... Don't you people feel any shame at all!?"

The Knight King remained silent, her head bowed, bearing the indiscriminate resentment on behalf of her Master.

"Unforgivable... I will never forgive you! You dead who crave fame and fortune and trample on the dignity of chivalry... Let my blood stain your beautiful dreams! May the Holy Grail be filled with curses! May your dreams bring disaster! Remember my wrath, Dimurdor, as you fall into the abyss of hell!"

Unbeknownst to the two Servants, behind them stood a young man with golden eyes who had suppressed his guilt and calmly raised his hand, which was also marked with three Command Seals.

"Declaration!"

"Your body—is given to me!"

The night after the exam, I have to scrap the entire syllabus and rewrite it, plus write words. Waaaaah, what a nightmare!