Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

gone.

After promising not to reveal the secret of 'Wanfu Biying Biejie', he thanked Shuoyue again and then left.

Shuoyue stood still, still pondering his words.

My real purpose...

What is the meaning of a person who is about to die, a person who has to gamble the hope of his life on the Holy Grail?

Unable to see anything, and utterly perplexed, Shuoyue sighed and turned away, losing interest.

Tonight's operation was a complete failure.

They were neither able to subdue nor persuade him, which just goes to show that third-class Servants are indeed not so easy to obtain (Rin: ?). A few minor moves were indeed made, but it is unknown whether they will affect the overall situation.

but……

The white-haired youth stopped, looked up, and his golden eyes reflected the bright moonlight.

Why don't I feel particularly disappointed?

On the rooftop of another residential building, Kiritsugu Emiya found Maiya Hisa, who had already finished packing.

Although she was seriously injured in the battle with Kirei Kotomine, Mai Hisa was still able to "use" the transplanted artificial life form ribs.

Although a long time has passed since she killed Solau, Hisayu Maiya didn't ask any questions. For her, obeying Kiritsugu Emiya's orders and acting accordingly was everything.

Kiritsugu Emiya looked her up and down with a calm gaze, and after confirming that Maiya Hisau was not acting strangely, he turned and left without saying a word.

He needs to think carefully about how to deal with Shuoyue, this dangerous person.

Fortunately, this entry into the game was not without its gains; at least it confirmed the group's complete withdrawal from the game, and... the existence of some dangerous items.

Even if one cannot eliminate the hidden dangers oneself, one can still rely on external forces, just like what Shuoyue did for him...

The woman behind him, carrying a gun case, followed closely behind.

They remained silent throughout, a testament to the deep understanding between them.

This is not a game world, so Kiritsugu Emiya did not notice the hint that had appeared on Maiya Hisau.

After confirming that the two had left, a figure in azure blue, carrying a sapphire cane, emerged from the hiding place.

Her delicate face, calm expression, and slightly revealing magical girl outfit...

It was Miyu who hadn't been with Sakugetsu from the beginning.

"The sapphire, they didn't find it, did they?"

"It seems we've made it in time," the elf in the sapphire staff replied.

After receiving confirmation, Miyu relaxed slightly and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Hypnotic radio waves—

The mysterious function embedded in the sapphire emits electromagnetic waves with a powerful hypnotic effect, capable of altering the memories and cognition of those around it.

Although her skill could potentially destroy a nation if misused, she is different from Ruby and will not misuse it recklessly, so please rest assured in this regard.

Additionally, perhaps because it puts a strain on the brain, hypnotized individuals experience a decrease of 1 in IQ.

Even Shuoyue didn't expect that this seemingly comical ability setting would actually be usable.

"Let's go find Onii-chan."

Mission accomplished, Miyu stepped over the magic barrier and ran towards the direction of Sakugetsu.

I'd like to see how much higher this chapter's subscription count will be compared to the others...

Chapter 104 Dream, Stigmata and Puppeteer (Bonus Chapter for 800 Average Subscriptions)

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The sound of snow falling.

The mixed forest was tinged with frost white, and golden sunlight dotted the silvery sea of ​​trees.

The young man walked in an endless white world, his short hair as white as snow, his eyes devoid of morning light.

Is he lamenting? Or is he filled with resentment?

Did his roar dissipate into the sound of wind and snow?

Heaven mercifully granted him a second life, yet ruthlessly turned the hourglass of his life back upside down.

So the quartz sand fell into the transparent bottle.

Unstoppable, unavoidable, irreversible... ultimately futile.

The snow is still falling, and the wind is still blowing.

When a ray of sunlight swept across the young man's handsome face, it seemed to linger in amazement, and the wide grin on his face finally revealed his emotions without reservation.

He is laughing.

Laugh at fate's superfluous actions, laugh at the unnecessary embellishment of suffering.

Since we've already saved his life, why should we presume to let him know the end of his life?

Do you want to crush him, or do you want to enjoy his ugly struggle to survive?

ridiculous!

If you want to truly defeat me, then shackle my will, seal my soul, and bind my body—let this body meet its end in a state of confusion and chaos!

As if mocking the foolishness of fate, the young man raised his right arm high, a radiant smile bordering on arrogance, and exhaled:

"Announcing—I exist here!"

Thus, in the far east, thousands of miles away, on another continent separated by mountains and sea, the dark Cauldron of Wishes descended with favor.

Thus, in the icy and snowy world, a scorching holy mark began to shine on the youth's right hand, which seemed to pierce the sky.

I still exist, I am still alive, and I can still touch this world.

Those who are alive have the right to compete for everything, those who exist have the ability to obtain everything, and the one who touches this world (me) will announce his arrival with a grand ceremony!

Stroking the new lines on the back of his hand, the young man closed his eyes and quietly listened to the pulse and throbbing emanating from his soul.

That was the beginning of the war—

I seem to have had a strange dream.

Because she woke up so early, Miyu was unusually sleepy when she got out of bed.

Ignoring her slightly frizzy long hair, Miyu instinctively called out in a coquettish tone:

"Onii-chan, help me change my clothes..."

His words abruptly stopped, and his eyes suddenly widened.

The youth's face in that hazy dream suddenly became clear.

That's... my brother!

The young man whose lifespan was almost over, who was calling for the arrival of the Holy Mark, was her brother, Shuoyue!

"I've heard that during the Holy Grail War, Masters who form contracts with Servants occasionally glimpse the memories of Heroic Spirits through dreams," the artificial spirit Sapphire whispered from the sapphire cane on the bedside table.

“But I am the Servant.” Miyu murmured, then suddenly realized something. “Safia (Sapphire), did you see that dream too?”

"Yes, Miyu-sama's brother is really courageous. Not everyone can pull themselves together after knowing that they don't have much time left to live."

"Really..." Miyu hugged her knees, even though Safia was praising her brother, she just couldn't feel happy.

It was not only because she had fully confirmed the predicament of Shuoyue's short lifespan, but also because of the somewhat unfamiliar expression on the face of the white-haired, golden-eyed youth in her dream.

Although I don't remember it very clearly, her brother shouldn't be so... arrogant. He should only want to protect his small family and the people around him.

Such a man would also challenge fate, but never in this manner.

Come to think of it, she felt from the very beginning that her brother's hair color and pupils shouldn't be like this...

With a thousand thoughts swirling in her mind and unable to fall asleep, Miyu simply got out of bed, quickly washed up, and then, slipping on her slippers, headed towards the courtyard.

If I'm not mistaken, my brother should be doing his morning exercise at this time.

In the open space of the courtyard, she finally saw the figure she had hoped for.

However, he wasn't alone in the courtyard. Besides Shuoyue, there was also a magical image standing in front of him, seemingly engaged in conversation.

"boom!"

After a series of swift gun attacks, the training puppet created using projection magic could no longer hold on and was shattered into pieces by the final straight thrust.

The force of the spear was unleashed, turning into a strong wind that flattened the lawn. After a brief pause, the white-haired, golden-eyed youth sheathed the spear and slowly exhaled the white breath from his chest.

What he held tightly in his hand was the real crimson magic spear—'The Red Rose That Slays Demons'.

The Destiny Compendium remains as magical as ever. After the rewards were distributed, the projection of Diarmuid's twin spears by the new moon was as easy to control as the projection of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie. Although these two demonic spears could not be projected infinitely without activating "Unlimited Blade Works" and each projection required time to recover, these two Noble Phantasms, without any weakening, were still sufficient for the new moon to use.

However, after careful consideration during this morning's training, Shuoyue ultimately chose to abandon the dual-pistols tactic and instead opted to use the Crimson Rose Spear, which has a greater length, as her sole weapon.

As the chief of the Fiona Knights, Diarmuid's skill with a single pistol is no less than that with two. However, compared to the agility and dexterity of two pistols, Shuoyue prefers the overwhelming power and unparalleled heroism of a single pistol.

Okay, actually it's because the Master's attack feels less satisfying than the Great Dog's...

After a quick cleaning with a cleaning spell, Sakuyue's expression shifted as she suddenly received a communication from a Servant.

Those were people from outside Fuyuki City, sent out by Sakugetsu to search for someone.

"My lord, Miss Aozaki Touko requests a communication."

“Okay, tell her the spell I've set up.”

Holding a cup of hot tea, Shuoyue sat on the stone table in the pavilion, her twin pistols behind her, waiting for the arrival of a certain puppeteer.

As a magical aura emerged from underground, a figure was drawn from another city and presented before Shuoyue.

This is a young woman who looks to be in her mid-twenties. She wears glasses, her long red hair is tied in a ponytail and hangs down her back. A simple white shirt outlines her hot curves, which are rare for an Eastern woman, and also gives her a bit of an urban white-collar vibe.

It's worth mentioning that she had orange nail polish, orange earrings, an orange necklace, and an orange coat. Shuoyue would bet that everything this woman bought—the mugs, handbags, furniture, etc.—was orange.

Is this some kind of revenge? Or has he truly let go?