Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Even UO was once trampled underfoot by humans, wasn't it?"

"Interesting. So you don't even deny the existence of gods, Shuoyue?"

He crossed his arms, his meaningful gaze seemingly able to see through anyone's secrets.

"Since you refuse to comment on the past, what verdict can you offer me regarding the present?"

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue revealed a faint smile.

"If a god must exist, then...why isn't it me?"

"Ping!"

That was the sound of a wine glass clattering heavily on the table. Seemingly unaware of his own lapse in composure, he stared intently at Shuoyue, as if trying to tear away his mask of pretense and see the heart hidden beneath the fog of deception.

Even the conqueror king who swore to sail to the ends of the earth never arrogantly declared that he would rule over everything.

Artoria didn't drink; she just stared blankly at Shuoyue, realizing that the young man possessed a captivating charm.

This quality is called self-confidence.

He was truly confident, confident that he could use his own power to dominate this world.

"To bestow upon myself all great power and become the eternal and unique 'god' of the world. If I am destined to become a king, then this is my path to kingship: King of Heroes, King of Knights, King of Conquerors!"

With clear, golden eyes, the young man sat opposite the former kings, loudly proclaiming his almost insane kingly way:

"I will redeem all suffering, I will guide all folly, I will accomplish all good deeds, I will eradicate all evil—the path I will take is the one and only kingly way!"

I am the only one!

After the three kings recounted the order, power, and responsibility of the kingly way, Shuo Ye also revealed his own will, fully expressing the most remarkable and noble aspect of a king.

As a king, one should rightfully enjoy all the glory!

Since he is a king, he must possess supreme authority!

If one is a king—then one must be the noblest person, sitting high on the throne, bearing all responsibilities, and deciding everything!

This is the way of the new moon!

The scene fell silent once again. Faced with Shuoyue's undisguised belief or ambition, even the three kings could not hide their shock, especially since such a declaration was made so openly in front of them, which was tantamount to a declaration of war.

Just as she declared her determination to kill without hesitation after confirming their incompatibility, Shuoyue's words clearly placed her in a position of hostility towards the three kings.

Why did this young man suddenly stop hiding his true identity?

"It must be exhausting to suppress your true nature all the time, especially when you have obsessions that aren't your own." Amidst the puzzled crowd, he smiled to himself, admiring the scene he had orchestrated.

Just then, an angry voice rang out:

"Tear him apart! Tear Tokiomi Tohsaka apart!"

"Roar--!"

Ripples appeared on the outer wall between the kings, and two men descended from the sky. A black knight deactivated his spirit form and emerged from the wall behind him, taking out a submachine gun and pointing it at the figure of the man in the red suit.

"You beast, how dare you appear before me..." Even though his master was in imminent danger, Gilgamesh was not flustered at all. Instead, he slowly put down his wine cup, and golden ripples appeared with a crisp collision sound. A heavy hammer flew out from it and smashed away!

Chapter 129 The End of the Royal Banquet: Archer's Solo Departure

The sudden appearance of two people and a follower, along with the unexpected entry into the battle, immediately plunged the kings into chaos.

"!" Waver stepped back warily, standing back to back with him, while the red-haired giant downed his drink, stood up, and protected his Master to his side.

"Come to me, Irisviel." He put down his wine glass, drew his holy sword, and stood beside his wife.

As for him, although he was still sitting upright in his seat, the golden ripples behind him and the flying treasures made him extremely agitated, yet he was unable to go forward.

On the other side of the new moon, however, the scene is quite different.

"Don't run around, Miyu." The golden-eyed youth looked at the two battlefields with great interest, instinctively protecting his younger sister. "I will protect you."

"I'm the Servant, brother..." Miyu said helplessly.

"While being tolerant and generous in entertaining banquet guests is also a test of a ruler's magnanimity," he said, scratching his chin as he looked at the scene before him. "But they all seem like unwelcome guests..."

"Utterly foolish, Conqueror King." The Hero King remained unmoved, the roaring figures behind him seemingly becoming mere background noise. "Or do you intend to buy them drinks?"

Although he also intervened in the battle, he did not disrupt the banquet. Instead, he suppressed the enemy with minimal effort, preventing him from running rampant. As for why he did this—whether it was to protect his Master or to ensure the smooth running of the King's Feast—that remains unknown.

He gave a wry smile, sighed, and then, with a mild and friendly expression, called out to the two magicians who were still fighting:

"You two, could you please tone it down and stop using those troublesome magic tricks so casually? As you've seen, I and the others find it very bothersome."

However, his words were ignored. The two sworn enemies, caught up in the heat of the moment, were perhaps unaware of their surroundings, engrossed in their battle.

"I will definitely get rid of you, Tokiomi!"

"A mere third-rate magician? Don't be ridiculous!"

Flames and water clashed, demonic hands and staffs collided, and Kariya and Tokiomi fought more and more fiercely. Even the illusionary kings were on the verge of collapse due to the turbulent flow of magic, and the stars in the sky above the real world could be faintly seen.

He fell silent, not out of embarrassment, but because only those who had just been drinking and chatting with him would realize that something had completely changed.

A whirlwind blew by; it was a scorching, dry, fiery whirlwind.

Such a wind—a wind that roars like it's sweeping across a scorching desert—could never blow in the forest at night, especially in the courtyard surrounded by city walls.

Weber felt tiny, prickly grains of sand on his tongue and quickly spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Saliva mixed with sand and dust, hot sand that shouldn't exist here, brought by strange winds.

"And for the Masters, this is the final question of this banquet—is the King aloof and arrogant?"

Standing in the center of the swirling hot air, he asked the question.

A bright red cloak billowed and fluttered on his shoulders; his attire had somehow transformed into a battle-ready stance.

He curled his lips into a cold smile, his attitude self-evident.

She didn't hesitate either; if she believed in her own path to kingship, the years she spent as queen were her most authentic answer.

"The king... is naturally aloof."

Shuoyue responded with a smile, "If we're talking about the true path of kingship, I will be above everyone else—naturally, it's lonely at the top."

Hearing the three men's reply, he burst into laughter. The swirling hot wind seemed to echo his laughter, growing even more intense.

"No way! You really don't understand at all! Today, I will show you what true kingly demeanor is!"

The unusually hot winds finally began to overturn and erode reality.

In this impossible vision, distance and location lose their meaning and gradually transform into the places where a dry, raging wind carrying hot sand should blow.

The illusion between kings has vanished, replaced by new illusions and new realities.

"How...how is this possible...!"

The astonished voices came from Webber, Irisviel, and others who understood magic.

"This is... a Reality Marble!?"

The scorching sun baked the earth. The view stretched endlessly, reaching beyond the horizon, obscured by raging sandstorms, to the cloudless sky.

The scene that transforms from the nighttime city of Einzbern in an instant is clearly a phantom that erodes reality; it is the ultimate magic that is considered a miracle.

"How could such a thing be possible... to actually materialize the mental world... you're clearly not a magician."

"Of course not, this is not something I can accomplish by myself."

Standing proudly within the vast barrier, Iskandar's face was filled with a proud smile as he refuted Waver's question.

"This is the land where my armies once traversed, a scene deeply imprinted in the hearts of the brave warriors who shared joys and sorrows with me."

As the world changes, even the relative positions of those caught up in it change.

Apart from standing side by side with Waver, Matou Kariya, who had stopped fighting, and Sakuzuki and the others who had been drinking at the same table earlier, were all sent to the other side of the wilderness.

In other words, the group is facing everyone except themselves.

Meanwhile, another group of people disappeared.

“The King of Heroes, Gilgamesh…” Waver frowned and looked around. “He and his Master are not here.”

"At the last moment, I saw him take something out of the treasury; it must have been some mysterious treasure that stopped my 'realm barrier.'" His smile remained unchanged. "But so be it. My duel with that king will have to wait until next time."

Around him, one after another, mirage-like shadows appeared.

In the courtyard

"Bang!" The blow that was supposed to hit the enemy missed, and the ruby ​​cane slammed into the ground with a dull thud.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, his eyes bloodshot from the fight, looked up and realized that he was all alone.

With the opening of the inherent barrier, the already overburdened illusion shattered completely, the kings vanished, and the starlight and moonlight of the present world shone down, illuminating the handsome man with a bruised and swollen face, panting heavily.

As his senses returned, Tokiomi Tohsaka finally noticed Gilgamesh, who was watching his grotesque state from a short distance away.

king."

She glanced at him, a look of unpleasant satisfaction appearing in her snake-like eyes.

“Abandon that irrelevant elegance, and you still manage to please me, Tokiomi.”

"I dare not." Tokiomi Tohsaka lowered his head, letting the humiliation overwhelm him.

Even sacrificing a precious doll couldn't solve the problem of Matou Kariya, and now he's being humiliated by his own servant—faced with such a blow, even Tokiomi Tohsaka was surprised that he could endure it.

Gilgamesh, who had been looking down at him the whole time, grimaced in disappointment and started walking away.

"I'm tired of you. Go back to your doghouse and lick your wounds properly."

Yes. "

As he walked out of the deserted Einzbern Castle, the Hero King seemed to sense something and turned back, catching sight of a figure standing atop the castle. A mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"So, what choice will you make? And what pleasure will it bring me?"

"sinner."

There aren't many people in the book club group. Did I create it too late? Brothers, come on, let's have some fun!

Chapter 130 The King's Army: One Against Three!