Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Chapter 99 The Will of the Heroic Spirits

"Your body is given to me, and my destiny to your sword. If you are willing to follow the Holy Grail's mandate and obey this reason and will, then so be it!"

For the Servants, these are all too familiar words—it is from such prayers that they descend from the Throne of Heroes, which stands independent of time, and once again wield their weapons to fight.

"Shuoyue's blue eyes widened slightly, and she calmed down from her endless resentment, realizing that she might survive."

Was it because of Shuoyue's extraordinary strength that they couldn't help but regard this golden-eyed youth as a Servant?

Why didn't they realize that Sakugetsu herself was also a Master?

"Please hurry up!" Diarmuid urged even more anxiously than Diarmuid before he could even speak.

Logically speaking, as competitors, they should sit idly by or even prevent each other from renewing their contracts with their Masters.

But looking into those unwavering blue eyes, anyone could easily read the will of this young knight.

Please survive.

Regardless of stance or right or wrong, it's simply that fellow knights are unwilling to see another knight suffer such a tragic end.

The chanting continued.

"Obey me, and I will leave my fate to your sword!"

Finally, he stepped forward, pulled the dagger from his chest, and, ignoring the blood flowing from his chest, responded:

"In the name of Diarmuid, I accept this contract!"

The moment he responded, the golden particles that had been floating around Diarmuid converged and reformed his form.

Those who had been watching all this finally breathed a sigh of relief and put away their swords.

Kiritsugu Emiya's order was merely to "stop the pursuit." Now that a new Master has been found and there is no reason to fight, retreating is the best option.

However, a bright yellow demonic spear stood horizontally in front of her.

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"We still have a battle to fight."

Diarmuid took one last, lingering look at the dead Kenneth, then turned to look at Shuoyue with an apologetic expression.

“I understand. We will take good care of them afterward.” Shuoyue nodded.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Shuoyue, and I apologize."

Standing there, constantly pursued by tragedy, he uttered words that shocked everyone:

"No matter what the outcome is after World War I, I will not leave this factory."

They won't leave this factory.

This means that Diarmuid has already resolved to die.

"Hmm!" There was a momentary hesitation in Shuoyue's expression, and after a brief moment of stunned silence, she closed her eyes helplessly and lowered her voice.

"You should understand why I made a contract with you."

“I’m sorry, but I swore an oath when I was born that the gun in my hand would only be wielded for my lord.”

"Aren't you going to hunt down your enemies?"

“Sneaking off the Master while the Servant is engaged in battle, isn’t that the most suitable strategy?” The Lancer gave a bitter smile. “Perhaps, this is no longer an era where knights can roam freely.”

"Aren't you afraid that I'll make you commit suicide in a fit of anger?"

"No, Your Excellency Shuoyue, I believe you would not do such a thing."

"I understand... whatever you want then."

—Heroic spirits have their own will.

He had already made this statement in Warehouse Street, so when the resistance of the Heroic Spirits fell upon him, Shuoyue could only silently swallow this bitter pill.

He meticulously planned this scheme to obtain Diarmuid, and even the most cunning Kiritsugu Emiya was willing to be a pawn in his game. But even the wisest can make a mistake.

The only thing that Suoyue hadn't anticipated was that Diarmuid's loyalty would be so unwavering, that even the reason for revenge wasn't enough to make him submit to a second Master.

In the original story, Solau gained recognition, but now it seems that it was only because of her relationship with Kenneth...

The young man's golden eyes gleamed as he walked back towards the audience.

Not getting it was indeed a great loss, but it wasn't the decisive factor.

However, in the future, they will inevitably squander their remaining years—and there is even a possibility that they will not be able to hold on until the end.

It's too late for regrets now, so let's adopt the demeanor of a loser, honestly accept the defeat, and witness the final demise of a hero.

Shuoyue rallied her spirits and turned her gaze forward once more.

On the battlefield, smoke rose again, and the blond swordsman and the handsome spearman assumed their stances once more, beginning their third round of deadly combat—

"This time, no one will disturb your final battle."

The young man's golden eyes were bright, and with a light tap of his fingertips, circles of magic spread out.

"I said!"

"Shuoyue seemed disappointed. Holding her sword, she watched the young man's departing figure and suddenly spoke."

“I know.” Holding two pistols, his expression unwavering, “But I have sworn an oath that I will never pledge my loyalty to anyone other than my lord, Kenneth.”

Feel sorry,."

"An apology is unnecessary; your noble spirit still inspires me." He understood the implication, and with the decisive battle approaching, he instead revealed a relieved smile.

“I am now a knight without a master, and should have fallen back into eternal slumber with my unforgivable sins—the reason I am still standing here is because you and I still have a promise.”

He gripped his twin pistols as if spreading his wings, unleashing his most proficient fighting techniques.

Having lost and abandoned everything, all that Diarmuid Ua Duibhne possessed was his near-divine spear skills and the chivalrous dignity he had upheld to this day:

"Come, King of Knights, grant me the chivalrous end I deserve!"

Facing someone with a death wish, he closed his eyes briefly, then opened them with unwavering resolve and raised his dazzling holy sword.

As the Queen of Knights, she had a duty to grant this loyal warrior liberation.

"Then let my sword answer you!"

The wind pressure swept across the land, and the sword light tore through the heavens and earth.

Kiritsugu Emiya found himself unable to get out.

Electronic communications were disrupted, and there were traces of magical splicing at the factory gate.

With just one step, he was back on the other side of the factory in the next instant.

Sabotage is impossible; he came in haste with only a few guns, and the sound of firing might disturb his anger.

After circling around in vain, Kiritsugu Emiya simply hid in a secluded place and released his familiar to take over as his eyes and ears.

The bat with the camera flapped its wings, but before it had flown far, it was crushed in one hand.

The seemingly harmless young man, dressed in a kimono, tossed the corpse aside, wiped his hands, and his golden eyes held no smile.

"Hello, Kiritsugu."

He said.

"I'm here to find you."

Just kidding, I have an exam coming up... If I don't have any drafts saved, can I ask for leave? Can I? I'm sure I can, right? T﹏T.

Chapter 100 The Broken Yellow Rose

Like a ghost.

Faced with the young man before him, Kiritsugu Emiya could not suppress his hostility.

He is the Magician Killer. He has taken on many missions and met many people along the way, but no one has ever been able to push him to this point, as if all his actions have been seen through and his strategies are known to him.

They are even forced to become puppets dancing in the palm of someone else's hand.

This is something that should have been his right.

This sense of familiarity, like looking at oneself in a mirror, did not lower Kiritsugu's guard; on the contrary, it made him even more nervous, because he knew what extraordinary things he would do to achieve his goal.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you." The young man said this, walking towards him step by step. "After all, Kiritsugu, you and your wife are people who are very close to me... people who are very close to me."

"Is that so?" Kiritsugu Emiya replied casually, as if he believed it.

The next moment, the youth suddenly sprang up, wielding the projected golden demonic spear, and stabbed it towards the torso of the man in front of him!

Almost simultaneously, the black-clad magician assassin pushed off with both legs, moving at an extraordinary speed to escape the range of the magic gun's attack.

"Is it always under control?" After the assassination failed, Shuoyue clicked her tongue blatantly, showing no shame whatsoever for being so unethical. "What an annoying ability."

Kiritsugu Emiya didn't make any accusations. In his value system, such assassinations were as natural and normal as eating and drinking. However, the eerie feeling in his heart grew stronger.

A year ago in Einzbern Castle, this young man was so calm that it was only now, a year later, that Kiritsugu Emiya gradually noticed the abnormality in him.

They look so alike, almost like they were made from the same mold.

This goes beyond mere imitation; it's practically like a son personally trained by Kiritsugu Emiya, who inherited all of his skills.

To understand this anomaly.

We must understand the source of this anomaly before the final battle.

With unresolved doubts lingering in his mind, Kiritsugu Emiya spoke, his voice rang out along with that of Sakuzuki.

"I think we need to talk."

Both were efficiency-oriented individuals. After their initial surprise, they maintained a safe distance and attempted to converse.

“You…” Kiritsugu Emiya opened his mouth to speak, but the last syllable of the first word seemed to linger endlessly, and he could not weave a complete sentence.

who are you?

Where did you learn your skills?

What is your purpose?

Any one of these three questions could yield valuable information, but precisely because they are so similar, Kiritsugu Emiya concluded that such questions were destined to remain unanswered.