Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Shuoyue scrutinized the female magician's hair, which had grown long again, and her undisguised gaze naturally displeased the other party.

The magician, his aura suddenly turning cold, removed his glasses and uttered a curt question.

"Shuoyue?"

"It is indeed me." Facing the icy Aozaki Touko, Sakuzuki responded with a calm smile.

From a timeline perspective, the Fourth Shinobi World War took place after The Night of the Wizarding War and before Kara no Kyoukai, meaning that Aozaki Touko's hair had already grown long by this time.

Chapter 105 Let's work, Aozaki Touko!

A person with a man-made dual personality.

She switches personalities by putting on and taking off her glasses. When wearing glasses, she is subjective and humane, with a gentle tone. When she takes them off, she becomes objective and harsh, with a cold tone. Even she herself is not quite sure which side is the real her.

This is Aozaki Touko, the heir of the Aozaki family, a family of magicians, who bears the name of genius. She was raised as a "magician's egg" and eventually became the "sealing designation" of the Grand Puppeteer.

Even though Aozaki Touko's grandfather, the Fifth Magician, ultimately chose her younger sister to inherit the magic, causing Aozaki Touko to rebel against the family in anger, her exceptional talent not only restored the Twenty-Four Runes at the Clock Tower, saving the Rune Magic system, but also pushed puppetry to an unprecedented level, becoming a top-tier Grand Puppeteer. In "Wahutsuki no Yoru," she even nearly drove her younger sister, Aozaki Aoko, who inherited the Fourth Magic, to the brink of despair.

This is Aozaki Touko, a remarkable woman who exists outside the realm of orthodox magicians, yet whose existence cannot be ignored by anyone in the magic world or even the entire Type-Moon universe.

Suppressing his emotions, the young man held up his hot tea and said leisurely:

"Miss Aozaki Touko, you must have received my gift by now, right?"

"You mean this?" Orange reached into the void (actually into an orange satchel beyond the magic image) and took out a pack of cigarettes with a "Tai Chi" pattern printed on it.

Its name is "Longyan", which is taken from "Liver God Longyan, courtesy name Hanming" in the "Huangting Neijing Jing·Xinshen Zhang". It is produced in Taiwan and has a very unique flavor. It is a cigarette that Orange really likes.

Because it is a very niche market, even the Matou family had to go to great lengths to find it.

After gesturing, Orange skillfully opened the packaging box, tore off the seal, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a satisfying puff, and exhaled a cloud of steam.

“There are many people I don’t know, but not many people know my preferences. Although I don’t know where you got your information, I’ll give you a discount on the commission fee for Longyan’s sake.”

"Thank you in advance." Setting down her teacup, Shuoyue cut straight to the point, "Now that I've found you, a Grand Puppeteer, you must know what my purpose is."

"Heh, you want a doll, huh? Custom-made or something?"

"Custom-made, to serve as a vessel for a soul that has lost its physical body, and it must be able to withstand an effort beyond that of humans." Shuoyue's tone was indifferent, but the implication in her words made Chengzi raise her eyebrows.

"Putting aside how outrageous your second request is, simply for soul possession... you also possess the same technology as me? No, if that were the case, there would be no need to come to me... Soul-based physical reconstruction, that is to say, complete soul preservation technology!"

If it weren't for her icy, aloof personality when she takes off her glasses, Aozaki Touko's face would probably be visibly shocked.

Having been trained as a Fourth Mage since childhood, she easily realized what this technology represented.

The third magic—the materialization of the soul.

The young man who spoke to her through a magical incantation was a seeker of the mysteries of magic.

"As expected of Aozaki Touko, she's incredibly perceptive." Fang Shuoyue clapped her hands and smiled in agreement.

After receiving Sakugetsu's acknowledgment, Aozaki Touko suddenly fell into an indescribable silence.

Magic, oh magic...

Her entire life has been shrouded in the shadow of magic. Whether she was raised as a "mage's egg," or killed the fourth mage, her grandfather, with her own hands, or even now, she is falling into a state of self-destruction after being defeated by her sister who has mastered the fourth magic.

Even after all this, "magic" still wouldn't let him go. The "Fifth Magic" abandoned her, while the owner of the "Third Magic" came looking for her.

Such a cruel twist of fate left Aozaki Touko unable to laugh even if she wanted to.

The burning pain in her fingers brought her back to her senses. The cigarette she had just taken a puff of had burned to ashes, reminding her how long she had been lost in thought.

"Ah...sorry."

"It's alright." Knowing this woman's past, Shuoyue naturally expressed her understanding. "If you're not in the mood today, we can come again tomorrow."

"No need. I've accepted your request. Now let's talk about payment. Custom-made dolls aren't cheap." Aozaki Touko, not considering herself that fragile, calmed herself down and, putting on her glasses, spoke with a slightly mischievous grin:

"Since you are the legendary Third Magician, then my fee should be higher to match your noble status, right?"

"Hey, hey, isn't it going too far to raise the price like this, Lady?" Sakugetsu smiled bitterly, seemingly giving in, but Aozaki Touko didn't sense any emotional fluctuation from him at all.

It was as if they had her cornered.

Before she could even think about the reason, Shuoyue had already stood up and taken the two spears from behind her.

Those were two magic spears, one crimson and the other bright yellow. Even through a magical light barrier, Aozaki Touko could sense how intense the "mystery" contained within them was. Even the mythical costumes treasured by those ancient magic families might not be able to surpass these two spears.

"A miracle, a product of legend, a crystallization of human faith, and given physical form by the Third Law—are these conditions sufficient?"

Aozaki Touko didn't answer, but stood up and walked outside.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"You wait, I'm coming right now!"

Just kidding. In this era of mysterious decline, if these two treasures were put up for auction, even the twelve lords of the Clock Tower would probably do anything to get their hands on them.

As a self-reliant lone wolf, Aozaki Touko couldn't possibly remain indifferent to the fact that she could exchange a few dolls for such a treasure.

"You come over even though you know where I am?" Shuoyue raised the corners of her mouth, her obvious pleasure evident.

The fact that Aozaki Touko is showing such eagerness means the deal is basically done.

The price to pay is merely the two Noble Phantasms that Shuoyue can currently mass-produce.

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After Sakugetsu promised to send her a package using her familiar and deliver it the next day, Aozaki Touko calmed down and ended the communication.

She was in a love hotel at the time, and the room was in a mess.

She certainly didn't have a lover; she had just gotten completely drunk last night and, in her drunken stupor, had simply found an orange-themed shop to stay at.

Yesterday, she had just spent the last bit of money in her pocket. She had originally planned to use her younger sister Aozaki Aoko's name to buy on credit, but thanks to this third law eligible person, her poor sister escaped a disaster.

"However, haven't I gotten a lot of people ordering dolls from me these past few days? Like that guy in the red suit last time, acting all mysterious..."

After muttering something casually, Aozaki Touko got to work.

Although the young man's requirements were rather demanding, Orange happened to know a few old guys from reclusive families, such as the head of the Einzbern family, who had been collecting holy relics for a long time. This was a good opportunity to get some precious materials from him, which would also improve the puppet's performance...

"Very good, let's get started!"

The female magician, whose element is "wind," is also struggling to make a living today.

Are those who talk about "doing things" the devil...?

Chapter 106 The Call of the Holy Church

"Excuse me... is this Mr. McKinsey's residence?"

"Yes, the owner here is indeed named McKenzie."

"Um...excuse me, is there someone here named Iskandar the Conqueror...Lord...?"

"It is I, the Emperor."

Oh, I see. Haha... Ah, please sign here to receive your package.

"Do you need a signature? Very well, I have indeed received it."

"Thank you for your patronage. Sorry to bother you."

"Well, hard work."

Webber woke up from his sleep in his second-floor bedroom in the McKenzie house, a place he had grown accustomed to living in, a place as familiar as his own home.

His dark circles were as thick as a Chinese panda's, and his black hair was as messy as the draft paper on the table—symptoms of overwork. Indeed, he was so young, yet he already showed signs of his future.

Weber was still reeling from the experience when he dreamt of that strange scene again—a desolate coastline with no clouds, no wind, and nothing in sight, like an endless sea at the end of the world.

The sound of waves rising and falling is a melody of the distant sea that only those who have explored the ends of the earth are qualified to appreciate.

For Weber, the experience of this dream was extremely strange, like a dream he had no recollection of yet was unusually clear, as if he were peeking into someone else's memories.

Without a doubt, this is the memory of the King of Conquest, who sits atop the Throne of Heroes and has traversed countless territories.

At that moment, Weber suddenly realized that he hadn't heard the deafening snoring that usually came from not far away this morning.

Waver forcefully threw back the blanket and peeked inside. The person who should have been sleeping on the floor was nowhere to be seen. He disliked being a spirit so much; he wouldn't just become invisible without a reason. Even if he really was invisible, Waver could at least sense where the Servant's presence was and that he wasn't in this room.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor stairs.

The familiar, heavy sound had already put Weber at ease, but upon realizing the significance of the footsteps, his expression turned helpless.

"Oh, you're awake, kid."

A huge body slowly walked through the door, carrying a small package with the ridiculous message "To the Conqueror King Iskandar, Nakagoshi McKenji Residence, Fukayama-cho, Fuyuki City," and the sender was "Character Goods Specialist Namba Store."

Weber lowered his eyebrows and let out a groan that was almost a sigh.

This was the second time this old man had taken money from his pocket without permission, made online purchases without permission, and gone out to pick up goods without permission. In the past two days, Waver not only had to make up for his reckless entry into the Holy Grail War and his complete lack of understanding of its mechanics and content, but also had to formulate strategies to prepare for the upcoming war. He was so tired that his tongue was almost sticking out.

While it is commendable to be able to wake up from one’s foolishness in time, the truth revealed after waking up leaves no room for compromise. In order to achieve victory, Waver has to squeeze out every last bit of time in those two days and forty-eight hours to try to catch up with the other Masters.

Even so, his own servants were still causing him endless trouble. Waver was really afraid that one day he would be lying in bed when a servant or master would sneak in and kill him.

"Kid, relax, don't be so paranoid." The muscular idiot next to him, who looked no different from a gorilla, slapped Webber, almost turning the skinny Webber into Webber sauce. "In war, the strategist's tactics are certainly important, but the real victory or defeat always comes down to the sword—speaking of which, we haven't left the house for two days, have we? My Thunder Bull is getting restless, isn't it?"

"I know, I know, let's go out and take action today..." Weber replied weakly. Just then, a deep and distant burst of sound slammed into his ears.

But in reality, it was a fluctuation that triggered the inspiration that Webber had forged as a magician—in other words, it was a pulse of magic.

This is a summons from the church overseer to all Masters.

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"Anomalies in magical energy levels have been detected in the Enzang Mountain area, and a small number of objects are showing signs of spiritualization? Okay, I understand. It must be that the Greater Grail has received fluctuations from a new Servant, since it was removed last night. Although the reason is unknown... it's still under control. Be sure to strengthen your defenses."

After hanging up the call, the old priest sighed, rubbed his temples, and tried to soothe his weary mind.

As the supervisor of this Holy Grail War, Kirei Kotomine has not slept for two days.

Not to mention that the battle on Warehouse Street affected the logistics and supply of many companies, the timed explosion at the Hyatt Hotel alone almost caused the old priest to kick the bucket amidst laughter and cheers.

Then there's his proud son, Kirei Kotomine, who seems to be incompatible with the Holy Grail War. He collapsed at the church entrance the day before yesterday and died in battle. Last night, he was imprisoned. If his head hadn't been blown off by an arrow, he would have been seriously injured and is now lying in his room pretending to be a corpse.

After finally finishing dealing with these matters, Kotomine Ryougi was about to have breakfast with a can of blood pressure medication when a familiar with a note attached to it descended from the sky, bringing them new information.

"So, Shuoyue possesses an item that can break the master-servant contract?"