Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Clearly, the person behind the scenes didn't want him to discover the truth, so they deliberately used an opponent without any specific target to confuse Shuoyue's thinking.

The clones of the two top Servants would not be deterred by the doubts of the new moon. With Iskandar silently raising his sword, a purple-black lightning bolt swept out and crashed forward.

Behind Iskandar, ripples spread out from behind Gilgamesh, and countless Noble Phantasms were projected out to cover Iskandar's charge!

Under the pressure of the two shadow followers, the white-haired, golden-eyed youth closed his eyes, slowly inhaled, and the vast magical power formed a wind pressure that fluttered his robes.

We need to wrap things up early—the Holy Grail War has already taken an unexpected turn.

After tonight's Three Kings' Feast, let's end the war as soon as possible and seize the Holy Grail.

When Shuoyue opened her eyes again, her golden eyes were filled with violence, becoming fierce and dangerous.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood right now."

Sharp, ferocious, destructive, cold... countless weapons of various styles appeared around her, surrounding Shuoyue like stars.

The golden-eyed, white-haired youth stared expressionlessly at the two imposters.

"So please don't have any expectations about your fate."

The final verdict was delivered to the two deceased.

!

With a sonic boom, the Noble Phantasm shattered, the magic destroyed the divine lightning, and the young man, wielding his unstoppable spear, charged headlong into the Shadow Servants!

With a screech of brakes, the silver sports car crossed the finish line and finally came to a slow stop in the very center of the castle.

The gull-wing doors opened, and Irisviel and Irisviel stepped out, their eyes filled with deep resentment.

"So, in the end, I still didn't make it..."

In order to catch up with the new moon, they didn't slow down at all, and even used their magic to charge straight to the finish line.

Even so, they still didn't see the silver-green motorcycle, which meant that they had lost.

This also means that Ilya is still in the hands of Shuoyue, and her fate is unknown.

Kiritsugu Emiya had already accepted defeat. He silently got out of the car and began contacting Maiya Hisau.

“Ilya…” Irisviel knelt on the ground, utterly distraught.

Just then, Kiritsugu Emiya's surprised voice rang out: "What did you say?"

Then came a burst of cheerful footsteps, and the girl's figure burst out of the castle like a joyful fawn, tackling Irisviel to the ground: "Mommy!"

"Ilya!" Looking at the little girl with silver hair and red eyes in front of her, Irisviel could not believe her eyes at first, then hugged her beloved daughter and showed a joyful smile.

"I'm so glad you're alright..."

"Are you alright?" Illya tilted her head, quickly forgetting her mother's strange remark, and smiled innocently. "Yes, I'm fine, Mom. Today, Shirou-nii and Miyu-nee-nee-san spent the whole morning with me in Fuyuki City. Fuyuki City is so interesting, there are so many people! It's completely different from the snowy winter castle!"

"Yes, Mom thinks so too, but how did Ilya get here?"

"Miyu-neechan brought me here. She said Kiritsugu and Mom will be back soon, and I just need to wait here..."

"Shuoyue?" The person on the side was stunned, while on the other side, Kiritsugu Emiya had a serious expression and was talking to Maiya who was left behind.

"Why weren't you told about Ilya?"

Hisayu Maiya remained calm and honestly replied, "Because I was placed under a restriction that prevents me from informing you in advance."

"I see..." Kiritsugu had no doubts. In his mind, it was not surprising that a Servant would have such methods.

Just as Ilya and Irisviel were enjoying their tender moment, an arrogant voice suddenly echoed from the sky:

"To choose a place like this to hold a 'King's Feast,' this is the only kind of taste that bastards have."

Vimaya slowly descended, and Gilgamesh, who had been waiting there, finally rose from his throne, stepped down from his carriage, and came before the crowd.

"This boring family drama is over. It is truly beyond my expectations that you could surpass that cook, but that's all—hurry up and set out the utensils. Is this how you entertain me in such a shabby manner?"

"Eek! This golden uncle is so scary!" Ilya was startled by Gilgamesh. Upon hearing this, the latter turned his gaze, his serpentine eyes sweeping across Ilya's face before moving down to lock onto her heart. After a long while, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmph, only this kid is somewhat interesting."

He stepped forward, blocking Gilgamesh's view, and asked the question that had been bothering him: "Wait, didn't you see the new moon?"

"That cook?" Gilgamesh frowned, seemingly wondering why such a foolish question would be asked. "I've been looking down from the sky for ages, but I've never seen that fellow."

Before any further questions could be asked, a hearty laugh echoed from afar, announcing the arrival of another king.

The oxcart moved slowly forward, with a burly, red-haired man sitting on the frame, a broad smile on his face.

"Hahahaha... I'm late, but it seems everyone's finally here. Very good! Let's begin the banquet!"

Is everyone here?

Upon hearing this, he subconsciously looked toward Iskandar, who was riding in an oxcart, but unexpectedly spotted the white-haired, golden-eyed, and indifferent-looking young man riding alongside him.

"New moon?!"

Chapter 121 The Mysterious Gun and the King

The castle's central garden was chosen as the venue for the banquet. The three kings sat on the ground, while Shuoyue also sat in the empty corner, showing no intention of leaving.

Apart from them, Kiritsugu Emiya took Illya away from the castle after confirming her safety, and Tokiomi Tohsaka did not follow them, but went straight to the castle's lounge, clearly not wanting to attend the banquet. Only Waver and Irisviel remained there, watching this banquet that connected time.

The wounds from the battle the night before last didn't reach here, and they're not too bad for entertaining guests, but I'm still very dissatisfied with this place.

"I never expected you to choose such a cramped and suffocating place to hold your 'King's Banquet.' Just that alone shows how much you're worth. I've come all this way for you; how do you plan to apologize?"

"Don't say such depressing things. Come on, drink!" He laughed heartily, dismissing any criticisms with a laugh, and handed over a ladle filled with wine.

"Although the shape is a bit strange, this is a traditional drinking vessel of this country."

Waver is not Japanese, and Irisviel is a natural princess of Winter City. As for the three Heroic Spirits, it goes without saying. Only Shuoyue sighed and said helplessly, "This is called a wine scoop, or wine scoop spoon. It is a tool used to scoop wine or oil. It is definitely not used to hold red wine, much less as a wine glass."

"Oh, is that so? Aren't you ashamed?" he chuckled, retrieving the wine cup from his hand. "No wonder the shopkeeper looked at me so strangely; it turns out I was mistaken. Um, does the castle have drinking cups?"

"No need." The white-haired, golden-eyed youth lazily rested his chin on his hand, his lightning-shaped eyebrows drawing attention. "Didn't you complain that the venue was too bad? I'll take care of it for you."

As the young man opened his right hand, a long spear appeared in his hand.

What a beautiful treasure it is!

The slender gun barrel, with its exquisite design, is a work of art. Dark blue filaments cling to it, reflecting a crystal blue luster when exposed to light.

The spearhead was sharp, and a moonlit pearl was inlaid where it connected to the shaft. The pearl, reflecting the moonlight, made the spear appear even more mysterious and magnificent.

"Oh, that's the kind of smile you only see when you see a priceless treasure. Even he raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his surprise."

He had never seen anything similar to this spear in his King's Treasury.

If Miyu were here, she would surely be puzzled—after all, her brother Sakugetsu has never taken out this spear.

"Don't stare like that, you two kings, learn from me, calm down." Shuoyue teased, then gripped the spear handle in reverse and planted the spear upside down in the ground.

The next moment, magic surged, and a new landscape spread out from the spear, instantly covering the entire castle courtyard.

The white-haired, golden-eyed youth sat languidly and calmly, uttering words:

"Bring me a plate!"

Then, the knives, forks, plates, and cups, shimmering with pure white silver light, quietly appeared in the air.

"Bring me a table!"

So a white silk tablecloth was laid over the round, low black walnut table, and linen napkins embroidered with unknown coats of arms were placed on it.

"Bring the jade throne!"

Then, the platinum-gold kings descended with a roar, and star-like spiritual particles drifted outside the stained-glass windows, as if they were sitting in the heavens and earth, high in the center of the universe.

Of course, Shuoyue didn't forget Waver and Irisviel either. They were sitting behind their respective Servants, staring in disbelief at the world that had changed so much.

The young man who had created this magnificent spectacle withdrew his spear and nodded to the three kings, who were clearly awestruck.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the table is already laden with human... royal vessels. Please, enjoy yourselves."

“Although I am already impatient…” Iskandar picked up the knife and fork with his large hands, tapping them on the bowl and plate with a crisp sound, “but what about the wine? What about the food? What about the meatball risotto with fish sauce and wine?”

"With the King of Heroes here, I won't embarrass myself." Shuoyue directly shifted the blame to another king, and Gilgamesh, far from being angry, instead showed a smug smile.

"A cook is indeed a cook; your only redeeming quality is that pair of eyes that can see through despicable things."

As golden ripples spread out, Waver and Irisviel, having witnessed this sight, knew it was a prelude to the creation of countless Noble Phantasms. They immediately felt a chill run through their bodies and stood up.

But what was summoned from beside me tonight was not a weapon or anything like that, but a heavy golden wine bottle filled with a clear, colorless liquid, like the morning dew that forms on the ears of grass.

“Watch closely, and remember this: this is the so-called ‘King’s Wine,’ you bastards.”

"This is wonderful. Completely disregarding the humiliation, he happily poured the newly acquired wine into his glass."

The rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air among the kings. Irisviel was taken aback at first, then looked at Webber with some dissatisfaction. Webber, who couldn't hold his liquor, frantically fanned himself with his hands, afraid that he would collapse without even taking a sip and be laughed at again.

While Iskandar was pouring wine, Gilgamesh pressed his advantage, arrogantly addressing Shuoyue: "Cook, your performance was excellent, and I am very pleased—as a reward, you may choose any treasure from my treasury as payment for your hard work."

"Oh, can I pick one out?"

"Shut up! You brought nothing but a bucket of stinking swill, you bastard!"

Gilgamesh ruthlessly rejected her request, narrowing his eyes and continuing to stare at the silent New Moon.

"So, what would you choose, the cook?"

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue finally concealed the look of reminiscence in her eyes and raised her head:

"Is this a test of my wisdom? A contest of wits with me?" Though she said this, Shuoyue immediately provided the answer:

"Then give me a golden apple."

"Cook...it seems you already possess this treasure, don't you? Are you mocking me?" Gilgamesh narrowed his serpentine eyes in displeasure.

"Already have it?" Shuoyue was taken aback, then chuckled. "Then you have nothing left to give me, Hero King."

This is the truth.

The kings present were all highly knowledgeable individuals, and naturally they could see that what Shuoyue said was true.

He truly disdained the treasures in the King's Treasure.

But why did he ask the King of Heroes for the golden apple he already possessed?

Gilgamesh was not angered by this. At this moment, a certain intuition reminded him that this young man possessed something special—a special quality that made him worth making an exception for.