Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The regrets of the past were already profound enough, but as Diarmuid basked in this light, new memories flowed through his mind.

They came into the world to pledge eternal loyalty.

In Warehouse Street, he fought the beautiful Knight King and narrowly won.

Hyatt Hotels, sharing the finest culinary delights of the world.

Einzbern Forest, together we fight and we struggle.

In the abandoned factory, with the help of the lord, a fierce battle was fought against Shuoyue.

And in the very end, though ultimately defeated by their first and final enemy, they still had a grand farewell...

Finally, Diarmuid seemed to understand, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

He is already very satisfied to have such precious memories in his second life.

"I have no regrets..."

As the murmur ended, Fiona's warrior closed his eyes and calmly faced the final destination.

Diarmuid, exit the field.

[Hidden condition 3*: 'Give Diarmuid the chivalrous ending' has been completed.]

[Reward obtained: "Complete projection access to the exorcising red rose and the inevitably destroyed yellow rose!"]

Scanning the prompt on her retina, Shuoyue turned her gaze back to the fading light, squinting as if her eyes were being burned.

He was captivated by the dazzling light of his ideal.

If they were followers of that Knight King, or even just ordinary people, they would surely be captivated by this radiance.

But the fools who walk their own paths can only stop to admire and sigh deeply from the bottom of their hearts.

It's a pity that, although the new moon a few years ago belonged to the former, those standing here today may be excited and full of admiration, but they will not pursue the tragic wish behind this light.

He was ultimately not Shirou Emiya.

“At least on this point, we agree.” A voice suddenly came from behind.

Having recovered from the exhaustion caused by the depletion of his magical energy, Kiritsugu took a rare step forward and walked to the magical light screen, carefully examining the slender yet resolute back of his Servant.

The lingering light of the holy sword illuminated the man's eyes, which held a deathly stillness, beneath which burned a solitary flame.

The object of his anger was self-evident.

"Do you see it? That's the light that illuminates a chaotic world." The whisper contained no expectation, but a profound despair.

"But King Arthur's final fate was betrayal, defeat, and a dagger stabbed in the back by his son Mordred... The chivalry she championed and the justice she upheld did not save her kingdom and people, but instead plunged her into an abyss of no return."

"The battlefield is hell! Even the so-called chivalry and justice cannot avoid struggle, and as long as humanity does not repent and regards struggle as the most evil taboo, hellish scenes will be repeated again and again on earth!"

For the first time, Kiritsugu Emiya wore this disdainful expression—this monologue was the resentment of a man utterly crushed by endless grief and lamentation.

"No matter how much blood flows and corpses pile up, humanity will never realize this fact. Because in every era, brave and invincible heroes only use glamorous and legendary stories to deceive the world's eyes, instead of acknowledging that this is the evil that leads to rivers of blood. Humanity's essence has not progressed at all since the Stone Age!"

From the day the flames of war were ignited in Fuyuki, Kiritsugu harbored an uncontrollable rage as he gazed upon the radiant, dashing spirits before him, proud of their heroic deeds.

Kiritsugu harbored an unsolvable rage towards those who left behind a glorious name and those who aspired to one… He deeply abhorred the concept of “heroic spirits” born from people’s prayers.

In the magic scene, it has disappeared, presumably having found its way here through the connection between master and servant.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya did not want to see it, so he turned around and walked away without hesitation.

"Kiritsugu." Sakuzuki didn't turn around, because Emiya Kiritsugu's steps wouldn't stop.

"There is a limit to killing a few to saving many. The importance of life cannot be measured by your yardstick. If you keep adding chips to the scale, you will lose everything, 'partner of justice'."

The man in black suddenly turned his head, his eyes filled with pain and hatred almost turning into blades, but Kiritsugu ultimately withdrew his gaze and did not look back.

"Only the Holy Grail can end this vicious cycle that seems impossible to end."

He spoke as if to himself, and began to walk again.

"I will change this world with miracles and complete the reform of the human mind. I will make the blood left in Fuyuki the last drop of blood shed by mankind. For this, even if I have to bear all the sins of the world, I will not hesitate."

The man's figure disappeared back into the darkness.

This time, Shuoyue did not stop him.

The golden-eyed youth closed his eyes and hummed a little tune softly.

Even if covered in wounds

Even when faced with an unbearable fate (destiny)

"This soul will still bloom with bright brilliance (心はまだ色を putつ)"

You're right, Kiritsugu. The battlefield is hell, and chivalry cannot bring salvation.

But this is only a result-oriented approach.

Abandoning the past, ignoring the future, only judging the present, acting as the switchman who kills a few to save many in the endless trolley problem... but never thinking that someone could stop that murderous trolley leading to death, even if that person is not you.

You were simply defeated by the dark and cruel reality and gave up your illusions.

However, the ideals left behind by the heroic spirits of past generations, and the will inherited by them—this is the future that belongs to us humans.

We walk beneath countless stars, Kiritsugu... In the end, we too will become a star, illuminating the path for those who come after us.

The Holy Grail cannot save humanity, just as there were no gods in the world to begin with.

If we want to truly illuminate the darkness in people's hearts, then all we need is more and more stars.

I firmly believe that one day, the stars in the sky will bring brilliant daylight.

Even if it is not I who shines the light in the sky.

In Shuoyue's mind, the platinum-gold light grew brighter and brighter, and her soul became clearer and clearer, like crystal, because of the established belief.

That was the glory of the Third Law.

Just then, the crisp sound of armor clashing together rang out along with the girl's voice.

"A wonderful singing voice." Artoria nodded slightly, a somewhat tired smile on her face.

Even though she had personally seen off Diarmuid, who was both an enemy and a friend, she still felt uneasy.

Shuoyue opened her mouth somewhat awkwardly, her previous feelings instantly forgotten.

Damn, I forgot about it!

Suppressing his utter embarrassment, the white-haired youth covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "Well... I think we need to have a talk."

Seeing the young man in front of her blush and slightly upturn his lips, she felt much better.

"of course can."

Chapter 103 Hypnotic Radio Waves

Chapter 103 Hypnotic Radio Waves

I just want to keep my distance from such butchers who would do anything for so-called glory and reputation.

If you think my actions are despicable and accuse me of being ruthless, then go ahead and hurl your insults. Justice can't save the world, and I have absolutely no interest in justice!

The battlefield is hell! Even the so-called chivalry and justice cannot avoid struggle, and as long as humanity does not repent and regards struggle as the most evil taboo, hellish scenes will be repeated time and again on earth!

After watching the clip of Sakumoku's conversation with Kiritsugu Emiya, the ahoge on her head swayed slightly as she fell into deep thought.

To be honest, after seeing Kiritsugu Emiya's disdainful expression and fierce demeanor, she no longer felt angry at her Master.

Instead, there was deep compassion.

Yes, her Master might be a man worthy of sympathy; perhaps it is not the world that needs redemption, but himself.

That distorted way of being, casting aside the past and the future, living in the present like some kind of inorganic structure, judging the present... that is definitely not what a person should be like.

"If one does evil out of hatred for evil, in the end all that will remain is evil. The anger and hatred that arise from evil will surely ignite new wars."

He murmured involuntarily.

"Kiritsugu Emiya, I don't know what kind of betrayal you suffered, or why you were so desperate. But your anger and sighs are undoubtedly the kind of things only someone who has ever pursued justice would have... The real you of the past must have longed to become a 'partner of justice.' You should have believed in and yearned for a hero who would save the world more than anyone else..."

No one will cast hateful glances at her now that she's been seen through, because Kiritsugu Emiya has gone far away, leaving only the unchanging breeze that has remained for thousands of years.

And then there's that smiling young man who's hiding part of the truth.

“You should understand now, Artoria,” Sakumo said slowly. “Your way of doing things and Kiritsugu Emiya’s way of doing things are fundamentally different, and your paths will inevitably clash.”

"That is indeed the case...but..."

Looking up, his pair of holy blue eyes were incredibly sharp, as if they could see right through Shuoyue's thoughts.

"Why did you specifically show me these things? What are you trying to do?"

"Form an alliance with me," the young man replied without hesitation, a lightning-shaped, multicolored dagger appearing in his hand. "As you probably guessed, I possess the means to break the contract between Master and Servant—so, how about joining my side?"

"There is no need to doubt it. I will naturally ensure the safety of Irisviel and even Kiritsugu Emiya, and assist you in obtaining the Holy Grail."

Meeting the probing gaze head-on, Shuoyue's expression was sincere, but she silently added a thought to herself.

Of course, what happens after I obtain the Holy Grail, and what I discover about its true nature, is none of my business...

Artoria remained silent in the face of Shuoyue's invitation.

To be fair, this is an extremely tempting invitation.

Her current Master is cold towards her and her methods are despicable to her. Moreover, he has now openly expressed his contempt for chivalry... To be honest, it's only because Artoria is good-natured that she hasn't killed him.

A wise bird chooses its tree to perch on. If she joins the camp of the new moon, she will not only be able to crush other Masters in terms of combat power, but also be able to do whatever she wants in the Holy Grail War. The difference between the two sides is obvious.

But before that, she still wanted to ask a question:

"New Moon, tell me, what is your wish to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

"A wish?" Shuoyue blinked and smiled. "My wish is very simple: to survive, that's all."

For someone whose lifespan (active time) is coming to an end, wishing to the Holy Grail to continue living is a very reasonable explanation.

However, Artoria shook her head.

“No, that’s not what you really think.” The young female knight stared intently at the young man and asserted this.

"Perhaps even you don't realize that your real purpose is not this."