Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Don't joke around, how can we just leave such a top-quality wine untouched?"

She had been silently observing with surprise as a relationship gradually developed between them, a relationship that was neither clearly hostile nor friendly. Finally, she spoke up and asked.

"Conqueror King, now that you've acknowledged that the Holy Grail rightfully belongs to someone else, are you still going to use force to seize it? What are you trying to gain from the Holy Grail by doing this?"

Upon hearing the question, his gaze immediately wandered. Although it was impossible to tell whether his rugged face was flushed, judging from his looking around and then finishing another cup of wine, this king was well aware of how outrageous his desires were.

"Get the body."

"what?"

As expected, this wish aroused doubt among the people, and among those who were amazed, the loudest cry came from the Master—Wave.

Startled, Waver ran up from behind and weakly pounded Iskandar's shoulder with his fists: "Isn't your wish to conquer the world... Ugh!"

With a crisp flick on the forehead, Webber was sent flying far away, landing in the grass. Irisviel, who was standing nearby, had never seen such a unique master-servant interaction before, and was momentarily stunned.

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"Fool, what's the point of letting a cup conquer the world for me? Conquest is a dream I want to achieve myself. The Holy Grail is just the first step towards achieving that dream."

With his back to Weber, who was still twitching with his buttocks sticking out, he finally revealed his true thoughts.

"You bastard, is this all you're challenging me for?" Even he showed a surprised expression, but his expression remained very serious.

"Although we have descended through magic, we are ultimately just servants. I want to become a true life in this world I am reincarnated into, to take root, and to challenge the heavens and earth with my own body. This is the whole point of the act of 'conquest'!"

Iskandar clenched his massive, bony hand tightly, looking at his fist and whispering:

"To act, to move forward, to achieve our goals in this way..." Having drunk deeply from his cup, the king who had once conquered countless territories set down his glass and said in a deep voice:

"This is my true domineering power."

"Hmph..." After listening quietly to these remarks, he let out a soft chuckle that was hard to tell whether it was mockery or a sigh. The expression on his lips was unlike any other expression this Golden Heroic Spirit had shown before. If one had to describe it, it was an expression close to a smile, but since he had only ever shown a mocking expression before, this expression was so sinister that it was frightening to look at.

"It's decided, I will kill you with my own hands."

"Did you notice the change in address?" Iskandar chuckled. "I think there's no need to remind you now. I also want to take all the treasures from your treasury. Be careful."

The two kings, who were chatting happily, seemed unaware that, apart from Shuoyue who had been silently watching everything, there was another king who, although attending the banquet, had kept a straight face and had not smiled.

She had heard that this was a debate exploring the true meaning of kingship, and in fact, that was her purpose in attending the banquet. However, during the verbal exchange with the two heroes, she couldn't find any opportunity to participate in the discussion. This was because she felt that the opinions expressed by these two heroic spirits were far removed from the principles she, as the Knight King, upheld as the true way of kingship, and had nothing to do with her.

It was purely out of selfishness—

That is not the right path followed by a true ruler. From her perspective, adhering to the principle of integrity, or her arguments, is simply the mindset of a tyrant.

Although both opponents are formidable formidable, an indomitable fighting spirit is now rekindling within him.

We cannot lose to these two; we absolutely cannot hand over the Holy Grail to them. What he said was utterly unreasonable. As for his wish, while he acknowledged the nobility of a warrior, it ultimately stemmed from personal desire. Compared to these two, I am confident that the deepest prayers hidden in my heart possess a far greater value.

However, just as she raised her eyes, about to speak, Shuoyue suddenly stood up, interrupting their conversation.

"Excuse me, everyone, I have to take care of something and leave now."

"Oh? What are you going to do, cook?" Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, a half-smile on his face.

And Shuoyue replied tactfully: "Although I am sorry to have disturbed the banquet of all the kings, I have no choice but to go and fetch my beloved servant, Miyu."

"Oh, is that little girl's real name 'Miyu'? That's a name very characteristic of this area." Since she had shown the sincerity of revealing her real name, he naturally wouldn't delve into it further, but waved his hand, "Then go ahead, we'll wait for you to come back."

The white-haired, golden-eyed youth bowed deeply to the three kings, turned around, and disappeared into the wall beside him.

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"It disappeared directly into the wall?" Weber was taken aback as he watched Shuoyue's figure disappear into the ripples on the wall.

Looking around, the King's Chamber, which is several times larger than the castle's central courtyard, is filled with stars. Although it is magnificent, probably no one would want to leave here and get lost in this sea of ​​stars.

He initially thought that Shuoyue had somehow teleported them to another place, but since Shuoyue could walk out directly, they had never left the castle courtyard. Shuoyue had simply expanded the space here with some kind of magic and covered it up with a seemingly real but actually illusory setup.

Was it the effect of that spear? Recalling that mysterious spear, so beautiful it almost didn't resemble a weapon, Weber's expression turned serious.

If Shuoyue suddenly uses this ability during battle...

Iskandar glanced at his Master while drinking, and upon noticing his serious expression, for some reason, the smile on his face softened.

This kid probably doesn't realize how terrifying his eyesight is.

Alexander the Great's fate, his story, had already come to an end before Christ—he fell ill with a fever and died suddenly at the young age of thirty-three. This was the ending he regretted but had to accept.

But Weber was different; he still had a future, a future that would inevitably be full of hardships, but ultimately bright and promising.

A Master recognized by Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, must not be swallowed up by the quagmire of the Holy Grail War, a swamp of the dead.

That's why he jokingly entrusted Webber to Shuoyue, one of the only two survivors present, asking him to protect his insecure son. Shuoyue understood his intentions and accepted the request.

The dead are gone, but the living must continue on their journey.

"Of course, if I win, there's no need for all this trouble." After muttering to himself, a magnanimous smile returned to his face as he raised his cup high. "Come on, King of Heroes!"

They clinked their glasses, downed their wine in one gulp, and then suddenly spoke:

"Hey everyone, although our discussion on the kingly way has come to an end, while Shuoyue is away, shouldn't we discuss how to deal with him?"

"Oh?" Gilgamesh raised his eyes. "The mighty King of Conquerors, would he stoop to such despicable acts?"

"How can you say that, King of Heroes!" Iskandar's eyes widened. "This is the Holy Grail War! How can you call war dirty? Alliances, assassinations, lobbying, betrayal... these are all common occurrences on the battlefield!"

Having spent almost his entire life on horseback, he paused, then continued:

"Thinking about it carefully, in this Holy Grail War, isn't Sakumoku and his companions the biggest threat? Putting aside his Servants, Sakumoku himself has power comparable to a Servant."

“Indeed.” Yi recalled Shuoyue’s several encounters with her and wholeheartedly agreed. “His physical abilities are very special. Despite being human, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with us. Thinking about it, his is also strange; he can even use that weapon… In the legend of Cú Chulainn, the Child of Light, is there such a girl who is connected to him and can even use his weapon?”

"A girl who can use the Piercing Thorn Spear, whose real name is 'Miyu'..." Iskandar pondered for a long time, then shook his head in distress.

"I have absolutely no recollection of her. Even if we knew her real name, we wouldn't be able to find any weaknesses."

“Of course, given that cook’s personality, he’ll never have a weakness.” Gilgamesh watched the other two looking troubled and said leisurely, “Instead of racking your brains about how to defeat him, why not use your brains to think about how to enjoy the rest of your time?”

"What does this mean?" he asked in a cold voice.

"That means you can't beat him no matter what, you bastard!"

The golden king crossed his arms, mocking those still completely unaware. Even if it was just a fleeting glimpse while looking towards the future, the arrangements made by that young man were unbelievable even to him.

Even if the remaining Servants unite and fight together, they might not be a match for that guy, no, those guys.

—Of course, I am an exception.

Even though he had already seen through his fate, he remained unmoved, his eyes arrogant and mocking.

After all, can a future that is already clear still be considered a future?

As he emerged from the ranks of kings, the bright stars in the sky captivated the white-haired, golden-eyed youth. He gazed up at them for a long while before turning his gaze away and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Although the sky is similar, the real scenery is definitely more reassuring."

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"However, I didn't expect them to act so quickly. Did they sense a crisis?"

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"Then, I'll leave the rest to you."

[Replacement complete]

The castle gates opened, and a white-haired, golden-eyed youth, holding the hand of a young girl and accompanied by Miyu, whom he had just met, walked together toward the royal chamber.

"You've had a tough fight, Miyu. Let's go back to the banquet."

The ripples on the walls of the King's Chamber reappeared, and Shuoyue walked in with Meiyou, who had changed back into her everyday clothes, and they took their seats.

"Sorry I'm late. You guys didn't say anything bad about me, did you?"

"Hahaha... No, no, we are kings, how could we do such a despicable thing?" They laughed as if nothing had happened. "We were just about to ask what you were thinking. So, why do you pursue the Holy Grail?"

This cunning conqueror...

She glared at him, though she wanted to ignore him, but she never forgot the purpose of the banquet.

"My wish is to save my homeland. I will use the power of the omnipotent wish-granting machine to change the fate of Britain's destruction."

The righteous declaration plunged everyone present into silence.

I was the one who was initially puzzled by this silence.

Although her statement was indeed forceful, these two were not simple opponents who could be intimidated by a single sentence. Moreover, what she said should not have been so strange as to be shocking, nor so profound as to be incomprehensible.

This matter is very clear and obvious. Undoubtedly, this ideal is worthy of being regarded as the way of kings. Whether it be praise or opposition, there should have been some immediate reaction—but the scene was completely silent.

"Knight King, I must have misheard you."

The first to speak was one with a confused expression on his face.

"You just said you wanted to 'change your destiny'? That means you want to overturn history?"

Chapter 123: The Holy King and the Overlord (Free Chapter)

"Yes, even a miracle couldn't fulfill this wish, but if the Holy Grail is truly omnipotent, then it certainly can—"

She was only halfway through her sentence when she finally understood the subtle atmosphere that permeated the two of them. The two heroic spirits before her now wore expressions of utter dejection.

"Let me confirm... that country called Britain perished in your time, right? During your reign?"

"That's right! That's why I can't tolerate it."

He was even a little angry at their reactions, and his tone of voice became impatient.

"That's why I feel regretful and want to change the ending! It's all because of me..."

Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd—a boisterous laugh that seemed to have kicked away all etiquette and dignity. The laughter came from the mouth of this ancient king.

The unbearable humiliation turned her expression angry, trampling on the most precious part of her soul.

"What's so funny?"

Gilgamesh completely ignored the anger, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, and said intermittently:

A man who calls himself king—and is revered as king by the masses—actually feels 'regret'? Ha! How can anyone not laugh at such a thing? Truly remarkable! You are the funniest clown ever!