Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

This intuition came so suddenly and so strongly that the oldest hero-king fell silent, and in that silence he made his choice.

If he were to descend to earth as a wise king, then no matter how interested he might be, he would not be able to break the taboo, right?

But this time, he was summoned in the form he had taken when he descended to the underworld and fell into the abyss in search of spiritual herbs—his most proud and powerful period. Therefore, this king, without any restraint, tore apart the constraints he had set for himself and chose to seize the power he had sealed for his own selfish desires.

Then, an endless future revealed its sharpness in his eyes.

Feeling a bit confused? It seems strange that the protagonist, who already has the Golden Apple, is asking Gilgamesh for it again? Hehe... That's right. Just know that this author didn't have a mental breakdown due to excessive exam pressure.

Chapter 122 The King's Banquet

"Oh! Since the King of Heroes has said so, then I should reward you by providing the venue!"

The burly Conqueror King slapped his thigh and suddenly pulled the frail Master behind him over, placing him in front of Shuoyue:

"I will give you my Master as a reward, Master!"

"Wh-what!" Having suffered an undeserved calamity, Waver tried to run but was held down firmly by his own servant. He shuddered with anger, "Idiot, you big idiot, what are you thinking! Handing over your Master to someone else... Are you an idiot whose mind is only filled with conquest?!"

"Hahaha... You two are always a fun pair, no matter what." Looking at the exasperated Waver, the white-haired, golden-eyed youth couldn't help but laugh. "Waver Velvet, your Servant isn't just a simple warrior; calling him a politician would be more accurate. Just now, he was testing my composure."

"You're handing Waver over to me? What, even the mighty King of Conquerors has something to fear?"

“Well, how should I put it…” The Conqueror King suppressed Waver with one hand and scratched his chin with the other. “I am already dead, and I only need to enjoy this second life to the fullest. But this kid is different; he still has a future.”

"Hmph, I'll do this because you trust me."

Shuoyue spread her hands, and the projected light in her hand flashed and disappeared, creating a dagger.

“This is…” someone recognized the dagger with golden patterns, “the vessel that helped me extract the curse back then.”

“Exactly. After being tainted by the curse, the damage caused by this weapon is probably irreparable.” Shuoyue casually tossed the dangerous weapon to Waver. “Here you go.”

"Eh? Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Waver frantically caught the golden knife and carefully put it away. "Um... thank you?"

“I’ve got it, kid.” Shuoyue rested her chin on her hand, staring at the short-haired boy who would one day become a lord. “The Holy Grail War is never just about intrigue and bloodshed. You are lucky enough to have summoned a great king. Look carefully, remember carefully, feel carefully… It is an epic written for you by a king from before Christ.”

"I can do it without you even saying it!" Webber retorted, and was immediately pulled behind him.

"Thank you for your advice, Brother Shuoyue." He swirled his wine glass, gazing meaningfully at the last of the three kings.

"It's your turn."

Without a doubt, both the Hero King's reward and the Conqueror King's test have elevated the fellow kings to a high position—if she does not respond appropriately to Shuoyue's actions, then the Knight King will have lost this round of confrontation.

Before she could speak, Irisviel stepped forward first, patted her shoulder with a smile, and looked at Shuoyue:

"I regret to inform you that I already have a beloved husband... So, we'll entrust him to you, Xiao Shuoyue~~"

It seems that Sakumoku's act of returning Illya greatly increased Irisviel's favorability towards her, to the point that even now, she can still joke with Sakumoku just like she did in Winter Castle.

"Hey, Irisviel!"

Artoria was completely taken aback by Irisviel's sudden remark, and a hint of panic flashed across her pretty face. She turned her head away, pretending to scold the troublesome Winter Princess, but in reality, she dared not meet the ambiguous smile in Shuoyue's eyes.

"Oh, this reward is quite good! I like it very much, I like it very much." He nodded as if he wanted to stir up trouble, and let out a laugh that only men would understand.

Shuoyue, however, did not laugh. His gaze flickered for a moment, then he quickly pursed his lips and chuckled softly as if he had remembered something.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in this girl with the stomach of a dragon—anyway, when she has free time, she'll probably just hang out at the newly opened diner, eating and drinking greedily every day, right?"

"What are you saying, Shuoyue!" Enraged by such an insult, she shouted, "Tell me what a diner is... no, apologize for your inappropriate remarks!"

"[Boss! Could you please add some more for me? The assorted fried food set meal, extra large rice; the assorted barbecue set meal, extra large rice—ah, and the lunch set meal too, extra large rice, of course!], although this happened in another time and space..." Shuoyue drew out the words, and sure enough, she heard the groaning of the Saber King's stomach, "But I think, as long as it's you, you can't escape this trap no matter what, right?"

"Hmm! After all, there wasn't much gourmet food in the era I lived in, so this does sound like something I would say..." Artoria blushed, her beautiful blue eyes glaring at the young man with shame and indignation, and she began to shoo him away, "Speak, come to think of it, you're not some kind of king, you shouldn't be sitting in this position at all, right?"

"Hahahaha... Foolish, how incredibly foolish, you bastard!"

Without a doubt, the Hero King, who had just been disconnected, had finally reconnected and was now mocking the Ignorant: "Now, before us stands another King!"

"what?"

“That’s interesting.” Iskandar stared at the white-haired youth who was smiling without saying a word, and scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Brother Shuoyue, you just mentioned ‘another time and space’, right?”

"Oh? It seems I misspoke." Shuoyue shrugged, offering no explanation. "Anyway, whether I am a 'king' or not, since I have received the Hero King's recognition, I am qualified to sit here, aren't I?"

“Of course, and you have already proven your wisdom and magnanimity. Come, let’s continue to drink with us!” Iskandar raised his cup and clinked it with the new moon, while Gilgamesh, sitting on the other side, remained calm and hid his left hand behind his back.

That hand was now corroded beyond recognition by the purplish-black light spots, yet not a drop of blood flowed out. Only endless, excruciating pain emanated from the arm, reminding the Hero King of the price he had paid for overstepping his bounds.

"To be punished with one's palms instead of one's eyes, huh... what a reasonable fellow." Gilgamesh stared at the jovial Shuoyue with his cold, serpentine eyes, his lips twitching, the pleasure in his eyes almost overflowing.

"I'd like to see just how much chaos you can create in this war next."

"Woooooo, it's delicious!"

Iskandar drank another hearty gulp of wine, his eyes wide open as he shouted his approval, while He Shuoyue, who had also drunk his wine, showed a look of intoxication.

This is truly a top-quality wine I've never tasted before, with a flavor that is both intense and refreshing, both fragrant and exhilarating. The overwhelming taste sensation overwhelms the sense of smell, and even dulls the senses of sight and touch.

"This is amazing! This wine must not have been brewed by human hands. Is it something from the mythical era?"

Hearing the high praise, he smiled leisurely as well. Before anyone knew it, he had also crossed his legs and sat in the seat of honor, swirling his wine glass with satisfaction.

"Of course. Whether it's fine wine or swords, my treasury contains only supreme treasures—that alone is enough to determine the magnanimity of a king."

"To judge the way of a king based on the quality of wine is utterly absurd."

"Indeed, if that's the case, then the one who possesses the Star Holy Sword surpasses him in terms of sheer power?"

One rebuttal, one joke; after drinking the wine that declared war, the banquet of the three kings—no, the banquet of the four kings—finally took on the smell of gunpowder from the struggle.

Chapter 123 The Way of the King: Supremacy and Hegemony

"The Holy Sword of the Stars?" Gilgamesh ignored the question and glanced at Shuoyue. "Do you think that a sword forged on a mere planet is not in my treasury?"

“No, that’s different, Hero King,” the young man replied. “You should know that the value of a fine sword is never judged by its origin or quality, but by the reputation its wielder has earned with it.”

"So, that means 'appointing people based on merit, regardless of their background'?" Iskandar interjected from the side.

"It's quite a strange feeling to hear the famous sayings of ancient China coming from the mouth of the King of Conquerors." Shuoyue nodded and smiled helplessly. "But that's exactly what I mean."

At this point, it was no longer a question of whether or not the sword was a treasure—all the kings present understood this, and that was why Gilgamesh snorted coldly without offering any rebuttal.

"Now, let's get back to the main topic," Iskandar, the initiator of the banquet, said, raising his glass.

"Your finest wine certainly deserves to be served in the most precious glass—but unfortunately, the Holy Grail is not a wine glass."

"This is a Holy Grail Question and Answer to test who is most qualified to receive the Holy Grail. First, let me hear what great wishes you have placed upon the Holy Grail, otherwise we can't even have a proper conversation. Speak up. As the ruler of one of these regions, can you utter some profound truths that will impress both of us?"

“Bastard, don’t push your luck. Besides, this has already deviated from the premise of ‘fighting’ for the Holy Grail.”

"Ok?"

He frowned and sighed as if he were helpless.

"To be honest, those items originally belonged to me. All the treasures in the world come from my treasury. Although time has passed and some things are lost, those treasures still belong to me."

"So, you have held the Holy Grail before? And of course you know what it is?"

"I don't know." He denied it calmly when pressed. "Don't judge me by the standards of a bastard. The total amount of treasure I possess far exceeds what I know. But if an item is a 'treasure,' then it must belong to me. Anyone who tries to take my things without permission should stop, even if they are a thief."

This statement sounds like the ramblings of a madman, but once you consider the speaker's identity—the holder of the 'King's Treasure,' the oldest hero-king—then such seemingly absurd words are not entirely unfounded.

"Does the wine served in the Holy Grail taste good?" Shuoyue asked with a smile, as if she already knew this fact.

"A foolish question. Didn't you already know that? It always reeks of blood." Gilgamesh glared at him. "On your side, the Holy Grail isn't even qualified to hold wine, is it?"

"After all, the nature of things is different. Moreover, compared to the Greater Grail in Fuyuki City now, that is the real treasure that guides the future of mankind—although I have never been satisfied with the wish that guy made."

"No changes?"

"At first, we respected her wishes, but now, it has come to an end."

"So you came here?"

"Yes, that's why I came here." As he said this, the white-haired youth's eyes lost their calmness and a slight ripple appeared.

"After all, 'my' chances are numbered."

"Ahem, you two, don't go off-topic like that!" Iskandar was getting more and more confused. Finally, he tapped his wine glass on the table, forcefully interrupting their encrypted call. "There's more than just the two of you here, there's also Shuoyue!"

"Tch, can't even fine wine shut you up, you bastard?" His interest thwarted, the Hero King glanced at Iskandar with displeasure. However, despite the Hero King's oppressive gaze, the red-haired burly man shrugged as if nothing had happened.

"So, with your permission, we can obtain the Holy Grail?"

“That’s right, but I have no reason to bestow treasures upon bastards like you.”

"You...you're not a miser, are you?" Iskandar smirked, and it was hard not to chuckle at the sight of such a burly man making such an expression.

“Foolish! Only my subjects and people should accept my favor.” He gave a mocking smile.

"Therefore, if you are willing to submit to me, I can bestow upon you a mere cup or two of wine at any time. [Ye Yan]"

Well, that's absolutely impossible.

He laughed as if he had remembered something.

"However, you're not stingy with the Holy Grail, are you?"

"Of course. But thieves who intend to steal treasure must be punished accordingly; this is a matter of principle."

"So, to finish a sentence halfway through, you finish your drink and continue, is there some meaning or logic in that?"

"This is the law."

Answer immediately.

"These are the laws promulgated by me, as a king."

"A perfect explanation, and I accept it," I sighed deeply. "A true ruler is one who upholds his own laws. But I still crave the Holy Grail. My approach is to seize it if I desire it, because I, Iskandar… am the King of Conquerors."

"Then there's nothing I can do. You've broken the law, and I will punish you. There's no room for argument."

"Yes, then it'll just be swords clashing." His attitude was firm, while the other wore a relieved expression, his doubts gone. The two nodded in agreement.

Although their respective paths to power are incompatible, the fact that they are clearly antagonistic is also a form of recognition for each other.

"However, let's finish these drinks first. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to fight later."

"Of course, or did you originally intend to ruin the fine wine I served you?"