Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"A pack of stray dogs dares to bark in my courtyard! How disturbing!"

Needless to say, only that golden, radiant heroic spirit could make "I'm joining in the fun" sound so fresh and refined.

"Hero King Gilgamesh! He stood ready for battle, but Shuoyue was not angry. Instead, she put away her iron bow and even dispelled her spirit robes."

"So, everyone's finally here? Hey, get up, stop pretending to be dead!"

"Shut up! You're the one who drove me to this point!" Amidst the dissatisfied complaints, blood stained the area above his heart, but his injuries had already healed as he emerged from the humanoid pit, the Cyprus sword in his hand already sheathed.

"Hahaha, to be forced into this state by a cook, how ridiculous! Is this all the King of Conquerors is capable of?" Gilgamesh, arms crossed, offered his mockery without any attempt to hide it, but he had lost all will to fight.

"You flatter me." Shuoyue shrugged.

"There's nothing I can do. My Master isn't as strong as Shuoyue. It's a real problem for me to fight two against one." He shrugged, unconcerned.

Without a doubt, he genuinely intended to kill Shuoyue during the sneak attack, and after being countered, Shuoyue genuinely wanted Iskandar to leave the scene—but since they knew they were both holding back, they simply laid down their weapons and raised their glasses for tonight's banquet.

A true king or hero should be dashing and unyielding, not concerned with temporary victories or defeats, rather than whine and whine like a complaining woman.

Looking at the three men in the strange atmosphere, her ahoge (cowlick) practically curled into a question mark. "You guys...aren't you here because of the church's wanted poster?"

She thought these people had come to kill Shuoyue so they could collect their Command Seals!

"Whatever happens, happens." Faced with the doubt, the red-haired giant waved his hand impatiently. "As a king, I have more important things to do tonight. It's good that you're here, which saves me the trouble of looking for someone."

"Uh, what?"

"Let's set aside our fighting for tonight and raise a glass together, King of Knights! I'll be sure to ask you about your 'kingly demeanor' at the banquet!"

Meanwhile, Shuoyue completely ignored the three kings' discussion and went to Meiyou's side.

"Where's Illya?"

"They've already gone to the castle to wait."

"That's good. Kiritsugu is right next to Irisviel. This time, we'll definitely let him experience the 'thrill' of high-speed driving again."

Shuoyue chuckled, while Emiya Kiritsugu, who was aiming a sniper scope at him from a distance, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and a large "Danger" sign appeared above his head.

The next moment, he was swallowed up by the rhombus-shaped space.

I really want to get up early and start writing... but my roommates are so persistent, they're already pulling all-nighters to memorize for the deadline. I have no choice but to keep them company. I'll probably have to ask for the day off tomorrow.

Chapter 116 Major Clash! Fuyuki City (Following Einzbern)

The Second Grand Prix!

When Kiritsugu Emiya recovered from the dizziness caused by the spatial teleportation, he was surprised to find that a man in a red suit next to him had also woken up with a groan.

The moment their eyes met, they recognized each other.

"My Master, Tokiomi Tohsaka!"

"Einzbern's hound, Kiritsugu Emiya!"

Both men were well-trained, and in the next instant they sprang up from the grass. One pulled out a gun from his chest, and the other took out a gem from his pocket. It looked like a fight to the death was about to unfold.

"Hmm, you two."

"Oh, oh, let's fight, let's fight..."

"Hey, boring."

"Kiritsugu, you... sigh..."

The tense scene melted away amidst the murmurs of a group of amused onlookers (except for the ahoge). Kiritsugu and Tokiomi withdrew their wary gazes and finally noticed that they were surrounded by four Servants and a Master who was practically a Servant...

If a real fight broke out, ten of them wouldn't be enough to kill.

In an atmosphere so awkward it could fill a three-bedroom apartment, the two men, their faces tense, sheathed their guns and jewels, quickly walked to the servant's side, and then spoke:

"What's going on?"

"Let me explain, everyone." Shuoyue, who had exposed the two peeping tomcats, stepped forward, cleared her throat, and asked, "Have you agreed to attend the banquet?"

“Since this is a ‘battle’ without weapons, as the king of a nation, I naturally have no reason to refuse.” The former king of Britain nodded. “But before that, I still hope you can hand over Ilya…”

"Don't worry, I'll tell you right away." Shuoyue snapped her fingers, revealing a sly smile. "Ilya is currently hiding in the Einzbern castle."

"What!" Not only Irisviel and Kiritsugu Emiya were shocked, and the latter even took out his phone to contact Maiya, who was staying at the castle.

However, a small knife flew over and easily pierced Kiritsugu's phone.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, what's the rush?" The young man paused, then continued, "Didn't you notice I said 'hide'?"

"What exactly do you want?" Kiritsugu Emiya's unease grew stronger.

"It's simple. Let's have a competition to see who arrives at Einzbern Castle first. The winner will be given her to you." Shuoyue clapped his hands and said his purpose with great pleasure.

At this point, Iskandar realized what was going on: "Oh! Come to think of it, isn't that the venue for the banquet we agreed on?"

"Huh? He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, while the one who had been silently watching the show raised an eyebrow, glancing at Tokiomi Tohsaka beside him as if he had realized something, a gleam of pleasure flashing in his eyes."

"Wait, why is it our base?!"

"Hmm, it was Young Master Shuoyue who suggested it, and I think it's a good suggestion."

"New moon!"

"Hey, Kiritsugu is definitely looking for a new base anyway, right? What's wrong with making use of this trash? Are you guys joining in?"

Although kings have their own sense of restraint, since it is a second life without all burdens, how can they not enjoy it without restraint?

Without even a moment's thought, the burly man laughed loudly and was the first to respond:

"A racing competition? Hahahaha... You actually dare to challenge me as a 'cavalryman'! Webber, no need to hide anymore, come at me!"

Gilgamesh, who had guessed Shuoyue's thoughts first, gave a curt snort in a half-hearted manner, but ultimately agreed:

"I am not so ignorant as to be rude. Let's go, Tokiomi!"

"Huh? Uh, okay..."

Upon hearing this, Kiritsugu Emiya suddenly realized something, and despite his accustomed experience of weathering many storms, he trembled all over.

Racing, Eindzbern, the winter city, that heavy snow, that forest, that racing race...

Is this your purpose, New Moon?

Sure enough, behind him, Irisviel was already ablaze with passion. At this moment, she was not fighting to satisfy her own desires, but to save her daughter!

"Let's go, Kiritsugu, we must win!"

Kiritsugu, danger!

"It's finally here! The Fourth Holy Grail War Grand Prix! We've set up a special track on the outskirts of Fuyuki City to broadcast this sonic battle on the ground for you!"

"In order to maintain secrecy, the commentary and live coverage of this competition will be provided by myself, Shuoyue!"

"Now let's take a look at the situation of the contestants waiting for the competition to begin! The order of the contestants has been determined by drawing lots. First up is the number one contestant, whose mount is his Noble Phantasm, the ritual vessel for worshipping Zeus, the Divine Wheel!"

"Is this the modern racing car? My blood is boiling!" Laughter echoed through the sky.

"We can't lose, Flying Hoof Thunder Bull!"

"Moo!" Two massive bulls snorted in response to the Conqueror's words. Meanwhile, Waver, who had been dragged along, watched Thunder gallop by his side with trepidation.

"Why am I here too?!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm an A+ riding class, I can't possibly lose to the other groups, enjoy it all, Waver!"

"Sigh... I just can't do anything with you."

"Then comes the second one, whose ride is the radiant boat of light that soars through the sky, the throne of the king described in the Ramayana, Vimalaya!"

"Hmph? You've seen quite a bit, cook." The Hero King, seated on his throne, glanced at Shuoyue with satisfaction and declared arrogantly, "I will not unleash Vimaya's full power. Try to surpass me, you bastards!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka, standing to the side, frowned and remained silent. For this somewhat rigid and orthodox magician, such an absurd and nonsensical celebration was simply beyond his tolerance.

"Now that I have returned to this courtyard, I should enjoy the myriad things in the world to the fullest. Racing is a good appetizer." Gilgamesh had already seen through his thoughts, and a pleasant smile appeared on his lips. "Tokiomi, don't disappoint me completely."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Next up is number three. Her car is a marvel of modern technology, a Mercedes-Benz equipped with an inline six-cylinder engine!"

"Yay!" Irisviel, sitting in the passenger seat, leaned out and greeted everyone with great enthusiasm.

"Irisviel, be careful. This race isn't going to be easy." Grip the steering wheel as if it were a rein, and be on high alert.

As for Kiritsugu, after his failed attempt to escape, he gave up resisting and sat in the back seat that had been specially modified for Illya, looking even more nervous than the one in charge of driving.

Although he managed to get Irisviel to give up the driver's seat, for some reason, the sense of crisis just seemed to grow stronger...

Kiritsugu Emiya perfectly exemplified the meaning of "the way to remove 'danger' is to turn it into 'death'." He made someone who disliked him his driver.

Rest in peace, Kiritsugu.

Thinking this, Shuoyue withdrew her gaze and loudly proclaimed:

"Finally, we have group number four. Her ride is a Kawasaki, a track motorcycle known as a 'ground-hugging aircraft'!"

He leaned down, and Miyu reached out and hugged his waist tightly from behind.

"Are you ready, Miyu?"

"Yes, I'm ready, brother." Perhaps influenced by the tense and exciting atmosphere, Miyu's face was flushed.

For her, this Holy Grail War was a rare experience, and even she, who was usually calm, couldn't help but feel a little excited at this moment.

Setting aside the darkness and conspiracies, simply chatting and competing with heroes from different eras—perhaps this is the unique side of the Holy Grail War that Sakumo wanted her sister to see from beginning to end.

At that moment, the young man smiled, bent down, and shouted:

"Alright, all drivers are in position. Now I announce that the second Fuyuki City (after Einzbern) Racing Grand Prix is ​​about to begin! Drivers, prepare—"

The signal lights, hastily projected onto the screen, began to flash, and at a certain moment, they suddenly turned green!

"Run!"

The moment the red light turned green, all four cars roared to life and sped off toward the same destination!

You should all be able to figure out what this is all about... so I won't go into details.

Chapter 117 Servant Competition (Part 1)