Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"So you call it war, not battle, Conqueror King?" Shuoyue raised an eyebrow. "Like me, your magic is running low, isn't it? It's time to announce the end of today's banquet."

"Not bad, quite frank, lad!" Iskandar laughed heartily, then boarded the oxcart, carrying the weakened Waver, who was missing a Command Seal on his hand, and flew into the sky, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Don't forget you're still wanted by the Church, Shuoyue. I'm looking forward to wiping away this humiliation tomorrow! Besides, your spear is a peerless treasure. If you get into trouble tomorrow, don't blame me for kicking you while you're down!"

"Always waiting!"

After replying loudly, Shuoyue muttered to herself in confusion, "A spear? A red rose that wards off evil? Is that considered a peerless treasure?"

Hearing her brother's strange remarks, Miyu couldn't help but glance at him.

The Conqueror King probably refers to the spear that created the kings, as if it were forged from moonlight.

Did my brother guess wrong?

"Let's go, Miyu." Sakuzuki, completely unaware of anything amiss, waved to Lancelot. "I won't disturb your reunion any longer. Kariya, come with me."

"Okay." With a curt reply, Yan Ye and Shuo Yue walked out of the castle courtyard together, leaving Lancelot and the two of them alone.

After the war ended, they finally had enough time to talk about their past regrets and resolve their differences.

Chapter 141 Each with its own undercurrents

Two figures walked side by side on the main road. One had black hair and black eyes, and the other had white hair and golden eyes. Behind them followed a knight shrouded in black mist and a girl holding a magic wand.

It was Yan Ye and Shuo Yue, along with their respective followers.

Although they were now in the same profession, the harmonious atmosphere from the beginning was gone, all because of the words Yan Ye had suddenly uttered:

"Sakuyue, can I entrust Sakura and Rin to you?"

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue did not show any joy or similar emotions. Instead, she remained silent for a while before saying softly, "Aren't you going to hand Rin over to Aoi?"

Yan Ye forced a laugh: "Sister Kui can't control this child, especially after I did that kind of thing to her."

"I see. Given Rin Tohsaka's personality, she must think that Sakura has been corrupted by you and is trying every means to rescue her sister, right?"

"So you really have spies at home too." Yan Ye stopped and sighed, hands on her hips. "You're really thorough."

"You flatter me. Since I'm acting as both a soldier and a strategist, I need to have more methods." Shuoyue stopped in her tracks.

"I'm going to participate in the Holy Grail War, New Moon."

"I seem to recall saying that the Holy Grail you seek cannot grant your wishes."

“People don’t shed tears until they’re in their coffins, Shuoyue.” Yanye’s face remained unwavering. “It’s like a bottle labeled ‘regret pills’ sitting there. Even if you tell me it’s poison, I think I’ll still take a pill.”

Even if it means dying?

"Are you stupid, Shuoyue? I'm a magician, how could I be killed by a simple poison?" Yanye joked, then waved his hand and walked away with his servant.

The Black Knight followed Kariya like a ghost, step by step. After the effects of the three Command Seals wore off, Lancelot once again lost his mind, but judging from the relieved smile on his face before he went berserk, it was clear that this flower of knights had found the redemption he sought.

Shuoyue watched Yanye leave, then turned around and walked away with her back to Yanye.

"Well then, let's go, Miyu."

The streets were deserted, and there was no familiar response from behind.

!!!

"Miyu!" Shuoyue turned his head sharply, only to find that his sister was nowhere to be seen. There was only a note floating in front of Shuoyue as if it had been timed perfectly, which he reached out and grabbed.

After quickly skimming through the contents of the note, Shuoyue tore it to shreds, a rare hint of gloom appearing in her eyes.

"Don't let me find you..."

A secret base

"The test results are in." Hisayu Maiya handed the report to Kiritsugu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

They were currently in a base that Kiritsugu had prepared long ago, where all the equipment had been secretly moved from the Einzbern Castle. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a specialized workshop dedicated to magic.

For Illya, the homunculus and the Lesser Grail, ordinary technological methods would only be interfered with by the dense magical energy within her. Kiritsugu Emiya brought Illya here without stopping, just to give her a thorough examination.

After listening to Maiya's report, Kiritsugu Emiya took the report but did not look at it immediately. Instead, he stared at Illya, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, for a long time before taking a deep breath and suddenly opening the report.

The report, written in black and white, still exuded the scent of ink, soothing Kiritsugu's tense mind. However, the contents of this report dragged Kiritsugu Emiya's mind into an abyss.

Hisayuu Maiya watched with concern as Kiritsugu Emiya's expression shifted from calm to pale, then to despair, like a cheetah whose claws had been removed, finally letting out a low, desperate growl:

"Is that so...this is your purpose...Shuyue."

"What a joke, what a joke, you bastard!"

The report stated that Illyasviel's body was completely unharmed, except for her heart area—

Her heart had been tampered with.

The crystal formed from a different kind of magic is hidden in Ilya's heart in a tight structure. Once the conditions are triggered, it will pop out sharp spikes and pierce Ilya's heart.

The detection equipment also identified the corresponding source of that strange magical power.

American travel.

At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya finally understood why the young man hadn't taken Illya hostage, but instead obediently returned her to them.

It was as if the young man stood before him, leaning down and whispering:

Do you still want your daughter to live, or do you still want to pursue the Holy Grail?

For Kiritsugu Emiya, this was an incredibly cruel choice.

This means he can only choose between his dreams and family, or lose both—there is no fourth option.

A deathly silence descended upon the base, and Kiritsugu Emiya's heart was burning with unbearable agony.

Maiya, standing to the side, remained silent, unconditionally obeying Kiritsugu's choice and following him in everything.

Unless, her brain has been somehow tampered with.

"What do you consider happiness, Kiritsugu?"

Kiritsugu Emiya, struggling internally, glanced at Maiya in surprise, but without giving it much thought, replied in a desolate tone:

"Happiness... Ha, I'm just a dreamer who hopes for world peace. 'Happiness' is too precious and fragile. It's not something that my blood-stained hands can touch."

"But in my opinion, you already have happiness, Kiritsugu."

Like a detached bystander, Hisayu Maiya commented on the man she had entrusted her life to:

"The lady and Miss Ilya love you deeply, and you love them deeply too."

Kiritsugu covered his face with his hands, his voice leaking out from between his fingers: "Yes, I love them deeply, I love them more than anyone else in the world... I would give anything for them."

However, he also understood what decision he, the man named Kiritsugu Emiya, might make if his sense of justice required the sacrifice of this innocent life.

"Then why can't there be a 'mission' and a 'dream' in everything that is offered?"

The woman in black asked a question.

Kiritsugu Emiya shuddered, and after a long while, he raised his head and stared at his silver-haired daughter on the bed with his dry eyes.

He still remembered the feeling of holding her as they rushed all the way to the stronghold. Even now, Ilya's body was still small and frail, just like when she was first born. Holding her felt like holding a handful of fresh snow, as if it would crumble at the slightest tremor. She was so delicate that it was frightening...

Can he really bring himself to sacrifice her, just like he would sacrifice her mother?

……

……

……

He had lost the answer.

Looking back now, wasn't there something wrong with the execution machine called 'Emiya Kiritsugu' back in the winter eight years ago?

With this self-deprecating remark, Kiritsugu Emiya shifted his gaze from Illya and reached for the cigarette case in his pocket.

"Secondhand smoke is bad for children, Kiritsugu, please go outside to smoke."

OK."

Group, understand?

Speaking of which, I'm probably the only one pathetic person who still has to urge others to join the book club...

Chapter 142 Kiritsugu's Decline and the Mysterious New Moon

When Kiritsugu returned with the sleeping Illya, he happened to run into Irisviel and Irisviel coming out of the courtyard together.

Judging from their cheerful conversation, tonight's playful banquet must have left a deep impression on them.

But I want to...

His eyes darkened, and amidst Irisviel's surprised gaze, Kiritsugu handed Illya over to her, saying:

"Alice, come to the lobby in a bit, I have something to tell you."

After a while.

Emiya Kiritsugu sat dejectedly on a bench in the courtyard, pulling at his hair, as if he had been unemployed, addicted to alcohol, and diagnosed with cancer.

When he told his wife about Ilya, Irisviel was indeed angry.

But the reason for his anger was not because of the new moon, but because of Kiritsugu.

She was angry because of Kiritsugu's hesitation at this moment.

She was angry because of a certain possibility in the future.

For Irisviel, there was no comparison between the world she didn't know and her beloved daughter Ilya.

"Although I will eventually cease to exist, I hope you can realize your dream and create a world where no one has to weep like you. When that day comes, you can hold your head high as an ordinary father and give Ilya a good hug. But if even Ilya is gone, who will accompany you through the rest of your life?"

"Wouldn't such a future leave you feeling empty, Kiritsugu!"

Speaking in such a fierce tone, it seems Alice is truly angry… Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette; the cheap cigarettes he'd bought casually at a convenience store on the way gave him a peculiar feeling. 20

This was the first time the couple had ever argued.

However, compared to eight years ago, Alice has indeed grown a lot in terms of her mental state.

What about me?