Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Big brother, what's your name?"

"Sakuzuki... no, just call me Shirou, at least here you can call me that."

"Oh... So, big brother Sakuzuki Shirou, have you found the walnut sprout?"

"Look over there, isn't that a walnut sprout?"

In Shuoyue's eyes, which possesses the inherent skill [Thousand-Mile Vision: C], the new buds wrapped in white snow are so clear.

"Wow! It really is! Shirou-nii-san is amazing!"

"Haha, of course."

Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, Shuoyue and Ilya slowly traversed the forest. Ahead of them, the magnificent outline of the Einzbern family's castle loomed in the distance.

"So this is Winter City..." The sigh, tinged with unfamiliarity, caught Ilya's attention, finally making sense to her seven-year-old mind.

"Could it be that Shirou-nii isn't a member of the Einzbern family?"

The snow seemed to be falling even harder in the woods, and after a moment, the young man's cheerful laughter rang out:

"You figured it out so quickly, Ilya is really smart."

“That’s right, Ilya is very smart!” The little girl sitting on Sakumo’s shoulders proudly put her hands on her hips, and then asked curiously, “I heard Kiritsugu say that the magicians outside the castle can perform magic. Big brother, can you throw fireballs? Or can you, like Kiritsugu said, put a lot of things into a big pot and boil them into a potion that can turn people into rabbits?”

Seemingly unprepared for this turn of events, Ilya hadn't yet grasped the problem. Sakuyue paused for a moment, then laughed with relief.

"Hehe... Hahaha... Illyasviel von Einzbern, really, perhaps the entire Einzbern family should thank you for being the first person to come into contact with me."

"???" The little girl tilted her head, her tiny head filled with big questions.

However, Shuoyue's gaze wasn't on her; instead, she looked up at the snow-covered sky, as if talking to herself:

"Ilya, don't you think the weather is awful today?"

"So Shirou-nii-san doesn't live here after all. It's always snowing here. But Kiritsugu said the weather would get better tomorrow, right?"

"There's no need to wait until tomorrow."

Eh? "

Ilya froze, and in the next moment, a cold and piercing aura surged out beneath her.

That was an aura she knew all too well, the one Kiritsugu called "magic," but even she had never witnessed such a massive surge of magic.

"Watch closely, Ilya." The gentle, incredibly kind young man narrowed his golden eyes, and a vast surge of magic power erupted, transforming into a dazzling magic circle that enveloped the entire forest.

"This is one of the magic tricks I possess."

The wind stopped.

The snow has stopped falling.

The sky turned milky white.

Sunlight shone down from the clear sky.

"Wow..." Ilya exclaimed in disbelief as she looked at the clear, newly cleared sky.

In her innocent mind, only one thought echoed.

That way, Kiritsugu and I can search for walnut sprouts in the forest every day!

According to a later report from the German Meteorological Service, the heavy snow that was supposed to continue until the next day, which was centered on a certain area in the Alps, suddenly turned clear. In contrast, a few kilometers away in the town of Lauterbrunnen, it suddenly started snowing heavily.

It was as if a god had extended an invisible hand and changed the weather in the two places.

Later, this report was collected by the Seal Designation Bureau, which belongs to the Magicians' Association and the Clock Tower. With the assistance of the Holy Church, this weather anomaly did not cause a huge upheaval in the world.

Of course, these are things for later.

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Chapter 10 The Awakened Magician Assassin

A man saves lives without discrimination, just as he kills without regard to good or evil.

But by the time he realized it, it was too late.

Equally valuing all life also means not loving any one person.

If he had memorized this ironclad rule earlier, perhaps there would still have been a way to be redeemed.

If he had frozen his young heart earlier, let it die, and turned himself into a bloodless and tearless measuring machine, perhaps he could have spent his whole life coldly selecting the living and the dead without having to suffer for it.

But that man wasn't that kind of person.

The unusual weather phenomenon that occurred over Einzbern was like a powerful invitation, welcoming the new moon, this "unwelcome guest," into the ancient winter city.

Surrounded by countless similar-looking androids wielding weapons, Shuoyue was led to the chapel of Einzborn City—the most magnificent yet darkest place in this ancient city frozen by snow and ice.

That place is certainly not a place to praise God's grace or soothe the soul. In the magician's castle, the so-called place of prayer is simply where magical rituals are performed.

Therefore, the stained glass windows that Shuoyue saw along the way did not depict portraits of saints, but rather the long history of the Einzbern family's pursuit of the Holy Grail.

Even among the original three families, the Einzbern family spent the longest time on the Holy Grail.

Now, of those magicians who once gathered together in pursuit of the Third Law, some have left the castle, some have taken their own lives, and what remains abandoned in this icy wasteland are only the androids they created.

These homunculus, due to their inherent purity as machines, inherited the ideals of the magicians who created them—"to recreate the Third Magic"—and continued the operation of the Einzbern Workshop. From then on, all homunculus created by the Einzbern Workshop were based on Justessa—that is, the image of silver hair and red eyes.

Two hundred years ago, the androids finally abandoned their independent exploration and began to cooperate with external families such as Tohsaka and Makiri (Matou).

However, in the Holy Grail War that followed, the Einzbern family never won because their Masters were always slightly weaker in combat. As a result, nine years ago, they were forced to recruit valiant and skilled magi from outside the country.

In fact, Kiritsugu was the ace that the Einzbern family, who had always been proud of their pure bloodline, prepared for by changing their beliefs for the second time.

As Shuoyue walked along the corridor, her gaze inadvertently fell upon a relatively new stained-glass window.

The painting depicts Rizleshi Justessa, the "Winter Saintess" of the Einzborn family, and two magicians attending her, all reaching out their hands towards a cup in the sky. A careful observation of the composition and balance reveals just how much the Einzborn family looked down on the Tohsaka and Magiri families two hundred years ago, and how ashamed they feel now that they must rely on their assistance.

The white-haired, golden-eyed youth walked through the passageway, utterly out of place with the solemn atmosphere, as if one of the two was destined to declare a fate of destruction due to the other.

The old magician who ruled this winter city was already standing in front of the altar, waiting for his arrival.

The old man's name was Jobstaheit von Einzbern. He had been known as "Ahad" since he inherited the position of the eighth head of the family. He extended his lifespan several times, living for nearly two centuries, and continued to rule the Einzbern family even after the Holy Grail Quest turned into the Holy Grail War.

Facing the castle's ruler, Shuoyue merely glanced at him casually, her gaze lingering on the couple beside him, never leaving their eyes.

The man wore a coat, had neat black hair, and his figure was still as tall and thin as Emiya's memory. His eyes were dull, but if you looked closely, you would find the burning flame of obsession.

The woman wore a platinum coat, her silver hair cascading down smoothly, and her ruby-like eyes were gentle and warm. She looked like a snow princess who had stepped out of a fairy tale, just as beautiful as Shuoyue saw through the screen.

Kiritsugu Emiya, Irisviel, the Master and his partner of the Einzbern family participating in the Holy Grail War.

At the same time, they are also...

“Then, you magician who invaded the territory of Einzbern and performed a great magic trick in our Winter City, since you did not harm Illyasviel von Einzbern, I will allow you to state your purpose.”

The old magician's arrogant words made Shuoyue turn her attention back to him.

Old man Yahad stroked his long white beard, reminiscent of an icefall, and his intense gaze, showing no signs of aging, pierced the new moon from his deep-set eyes. He exuded an almost obsessive, invisible pressure that was repulsive.

And Shuoyue's feelings of disgust were also thoroughly conveyed to Yahad's mind.

"Aili." Almost instantly, Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes changed slightly. Without making a sound, he pulled his wife over and shielded her behind him.

Only those who have experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, or the ravages of time, can sense the imperceptible change in atmosphere. The white-haired, golden-eyed youth was so imposing that Kiritsugu and Ahadeon felt as if they were about to be crushed just by standing there. In fact, the old magician's whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

This was not because Shuoyue displayed any rudeness or violence, but because once exposed to his cold, golden eyes, one would inevitably realize how fragile and powerless one was.

Before Shuoyue, who is not a Heroic Spirit but resembles one, any human would feel their life as powerless as a moth drawn to a flame.

"Then allow me to make my request, Einzbern." The young man stood at the doorway, blue light gathering in his palm. "I've come here because I want your Einzbern puppetry technology, the data for the Lesser Grail, the relics from this Holy Grail War, and a cute little girl..."

After a pause, under Ahardion's incredulous gaze, Shuoyue uttered her final request:

"And, the third law."

"Kill him!" As if his sore spot had been touched, the white-haired old man gave the order without hesitation. He slammed his cane on the ground, and endless magic circles rose from the ground, surrounding the entire chapel.

As the gate opened, countless androids wielding axes and spears surged in, charging towards the lone Shuoyue.

"Quick, let's go! This man is dangerous!" Despite being the "magician killer" whom the Einzbern family was willing to lower themselves to welcome into the castle, Kiritsugu Emiya chose to retreat first when faced with his specialty, grabbing his wife's hand and heading towards the door.

“But, Kiritsugu, I can fight too…” Irisviel hesitated briefly, unwilling to let her husband face danger alone.

This hesitation cost her her last chance.

! (Projection begins)

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks.

The moment the blade flew towards her, Irisviel only had time to push her husband away before she was swallowed up by the merciless blade.

"Aili!" Kiritsugu Emiya's pupils contracted.

There was no blood, no screams, and countless sword blades gleamed with a cold, metallic light, stuck in the ground like a small grave.

A piece of white cloth was lifted by the blast wave and disappeared into the dark chapel like melting snowflakes.

His heart pounded, the familiar taste of rust lingered in his mouth, and Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes were vacant as he pulled two submachine guns from inside his clothes.

(Inherent time control, 3x speed!)

The facade of a "good husband" has been torn off.

Seven years later, the former magician killer has once again found a target he can never kill and has begun his hunt!

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Chapter 11 The Fall of Einzbern

The joyful smiles of others bring him satisfaction; the cries of others deeply move him.

The despair and resentment of others fueled his anger, and the loneliness of others always compelled him to reach out and wipe away their tears. In pursuing ideals that transcended human norms—he was all too much like an ordinary person.

This contradiction has tormented the man countless times.

Sometimes it's friendship, sometimes it's love.

Even when he placed the life he deeply loved on the scales alongside countless other unfamiliar lives, he never wavered.

Even if he falls in love with someone, he will still treat that person's life as the same as everyone else's, cherish it equally, and also give it up equally.