Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

After making this decision, Shuoyue turned his head to look at the closed door of Aozaki Orange, sighed, and smiled slightly:

"Although this may be the last time we meet, goodbyes should be neat and tidy. Let's leave it at that."

The attribute of the Aozaki family is wind. No matter whether it is the elder sister or the younger sister, when they part, "the wind blows and they disappear without a trace."

Saying goodbye to the 'wind' sounds silly.

The white-haired, golden-eyed boy turned around and disappeared into the night.

"Well, goodbye, Aozaki Touko."

Misaki City

——A haunted house was built on the hill.

That is an old legend that has been passed down in Misaki Town since long ago.

Then, as if to cater to the modernization of the town, the gossip was quietly revised.

For example, in an abandoned house that had decayed many years ago, lights would be turned on once it got dark.

For example, countless crows kept gathering on the hills and then disappearing.

Also, when the fog is heavy, some children get lost and disappear there.

Also, the strange screams coming from there late at night even alarmed the residential area... This is damaging the reputation of a certain magician and must be corrected.

There are more and more versions of the rumors.

In this way, the villa on the hill, which should have been in decay long ago, began to slowly recover its vitality a few years ago.

In the middle of a hill that no one goes near, in a ruin hidden in a forest where no light can be seen even during the day,

The remnants of magic that have been eliminated by the times will appear in the fairy tale world.

That is--

The mummy-like Shuoyue stopped and gazed at this ancient and quiet house.

The main building can accommodate about three ordinary households, and there is a courtyard surrounding it. There are tall iron fences at the four corners of the courtyard, and thorny vines are neatly hanging on them.

Kuonji Residence.

Everyone in Misaki Town knows about the witch's house on the hill.

"It's much bigger than I expected... As expected of the 20th century."

Muttering as if afraid of waking someone in their sleep, Shuoyue placed his hand on the entrance. Although the double doors had no keyholes, the alert magic had already begun to attack him.

"Clap."

The door opened, Shuoyue shook his numb hands, and walked into the mansion known as a haunted house.

The lobby was quiet and deserted. There was not even an electric light at the entrance. The only light source here was the moonlight coming in through the high skylight.

On a night with only the moon and stars, this is the most comfortable garden.

"Huh..." Taking a deep breath, the cool and dry air rushed into the nasal cavity, spreading to the injured lungs, creating a cool feeling from the inside out.

He could not hear anything except his breathing, but some almost forgotten music was always playing in his heart, and he could not help but move his fingertips to the rhythm.

Only those who have played "Night of the Magus" will understand how excited and calm Shuo Yue was at this moment, standing in this fairy-tale mansion.

At some point, a young girl appeared in the stairwell leading to the second floor.

In the dim light, Shuoyue couldn't see her face clearly. He could only see that she was wearing a solemn black dress that looked like a nun's robe.

Not as heavy as Kotomine Kirei, not as depressed as Araya Souren, but like a black tulip quietly blooming, swaying with a mysterious and cool fragrance.

In silence, an uninvited guest smiled and nodded slightly to the girl on the stairs.

The girl was silent for a moment, as if she had not expected it, then turned around and walked away quickly.

Behind her, a white bandaged monster, with a strong fantasy smell and an unconcealable smell of blood, took a step forward and quietly chased after the unarmed girl. After a moment, he seemed to be unable to hold back and shouted:

"Hey, don't go, stop!"

Chapter 218 Evening Bell and Breakfast

I opened my eyes and heard bells ringing in the distance.

It is the sound of bells that can be heard every night recently, but only if you listen carefully can you understand the mighty sound of the bells and the grand silence.

Without death, there is no life (sound); only with death can there be life (sound).

This is not a land of the living, but a valley of deep abyss and darkness of death.

"Trial of the Valley..." Shuoyue, who had transformed into a black shadow, sighed softly. In his hand was no longer the spear that he had constructed with his soul, but the rusty dagger that had been by his side since he woke up.

Although it is not too blunt, if the technique is not mastered, the blade will be bent after hitting two or three people.

So - make sure you make progress before you lose your weapon.

After receiving the reminder from Ryougi Shiki, Shuoyue no longer faced this trial with a recreational attitude, but took steady steps towards the first enemy at the door, the heavily armored cavalry on war horses.

If he had a spear in his hand, relying on Diarmuid's superb spear skills, Shuoyue would be able to pierce the heavy cavalry with one spear after fighting with him for a while.

But now, he took the initiative to seal the "external objects" and instead used his eyes to see and the dagger to answer.

This is the true meaning of the trial - in the valley where the boundary between life and death is blurred, using countless lives to find the possibility of a fatal blow.

The wind was blowing in the silent valley, blowing into the evening bell hanging in the bell tower. The ancient inscriptions were humming, and the air was shaking.

Hark, for whom the bell tolls.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Yuju Residence, a room

The door opened silently. There was no light, not even a shadow of a person. Only a pair of clear black eyes shone with a little magical light, allowing a certain girl to move freely in the darkness.

Looking at the 'shota' sitting in the middle of the unfurnished room with bandages on his body and his eyes closed, the girl who had merged with black frowned deeply.

There are three things about Kuonji Yuju that this witch lady cannot tolerate.

One is that he hates humans, is super, invincible, and hates humans (Aoko:?).

Second, she hates the Asian habit of taking off their shoes when entering the house. Whether they are wearing slippers or barefoot, she can't stand the dragging sound on the carpet.

Third, she hates others touching her things, especially the mansion left to her by her mother, which is definitely her biggest minefield.

Mr. Shuoyue, who revealed his human identity, dragged his untied bandage on the ground making similar sounds, and broke into a private house in the middle of the night, was undoubtedly dancing in Miss Youzhu's minefield.

There is only one reason why he was not directly humanely destroyed -

Not an opponent.

Although he had cast the Night Feast and arranged a suitable battle field before being caught up, the nagging twins were pierced through the heart by thousands of swords as soon as they appeared; the target chosen by the Words of the Egg became himself the next moment; before the Mystic Eyes could be activated, he was captured by the magician who looked like a child and lost his ability to fight.

"Give me a place to stay, Ms. Yuzu." The bandage man who looked more like an old monster than a child said:

"For the defeated party, this condition is already very easy. I hope you won't let each other down.

Even though Youzhu deliberately arranged an empty room for him, the uninvited guest still readily agreed, and even fell asleep without locking the door like now.

Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu raised her finger calmly, and the witch's pure magic power condensed at her fingertips.

With the magic seals all over her body, the curse bullets she condensed were powerful enough to rival large-caliber bullets. As long as they hit the head, even the most powerful magus would lose their ability to move for a period of time. Then Yuzuki would have the opportunity to kill this strange guy...

A drop of cold sweat slid down the temple.

Her fairy tale monsters were frantically sounding the alarm, and even without them, Ms. Arizuma, as a witch, felt the sudden sense of oppression.

It was like suddenly stepping into a dragon's lair.

It's like a hungry beast eyeing its prey.

It was as if one was suddenly staring into an endless abyss.

——And she was also staring into the abyss.

His brain was working rapidly because of fear, his eyes were fixed on the 'enemy' in front of him, and his limbs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move.

The person in front of her did not wake up, so what exactly made her shudder?

Pre-set magic? Trigger magic? Or... a familiar lurking in the room?

The magic power at her fingertips dissipated, and the black witch slowly retreated, disappearing into the room as if she had never been there.

It was not until the staggering footsteps disappeared in the corridor that the darkness in the room began to flow again.

The 'beast' that enveloped the entire room with its shadow stretched itself, crouched down, and continued to doze off.

The time is half past six in the morning.

Even though she didn't get a good sleep at night, Youzhu still woke up from her light sleep on time.

Even on the most unbecoming mornings for ordinary people, she could perform her movements with precision and silence like a self-disciplined puppet.

But once she thought of what happened last night, her originally calm mood was filled with depression.

Being defeated was fine, but the assassination attempt at night was also scared away...

So now, that dog-skin plaster that can neither be beaten nor driven away is still stuck in his house...

Feeling unhappy, Youzhu even resisted the action of opening the door, as if the place outside the safe house was not her residence, but the end of the world.

I walked to the living room a few minutes slower than usual, intending to have a cup of tea to calm down, but I found that the living room was already occupied. A white-haired boy, no longer wrapped in bandages and wearing a black windbreaker, was sitting on the sofa and reading a book quietly. He looked up at the sound of the voice:

"Good morning, Ms. Yuju."

Miss Youzhu's eyes looked as if she was dead, but she heard Shuoyue continue to smile and say:

"Breakfast is ready and placed in the sunroom. I'm really sorry for disturbing you last night. Could you at least allow me to have breakfast as an apology?"

No.

Refuse.

Please leave.

She subconsciously wanted to speak, but the boy's smile was like sunshine, dispelling the negative emotions in Youzhu's heart.

Beautiful young man, passive trigger.

Judged a great success!

Even though Youzhu is a witch, Shuoyue's high appearance is also a manifestation of "beauty". Appreciating beautiful things can always make people's hearts peaceful.

Therefore, Miss Youzhu said nothing more, turned and walked towards the sunroom, and made up her mind that if the breakfast was not satisfactory to her, she would drive this guy out of the mansion even if she had to fight another game or call for external help.

As a result, as soon as she stepped into the sunroom, the witch lady opened her mouth slightly and let out a silent sigh.

Wow……

What an exquisite breakfast this is.

The skin is crispy, the sausages pierced with a fork are shiny with oil, there are juicy shallots, appetizing baked beans, bacon fried to perfection, golden toast, sunny-side up eggs that look like bull's eyes, and half a finger thick, brightly colored fried salt tomatoes.

It's just a plate, but it gives people a different kind of satisfaction and feeling of richness, and it subtly caters to the girl's psychology of not wanting to eat too much. It's obvious that the chef is quite understanding.

For Youzhu, who adheres to individualism and used to have a simple breakfast, to be honest, which consisted of only a piece of hard-looking toast that took less than two seconds to prepare, she hasn't seen such a breakfast for a long time.

Picking up the knife and fork, Youzhu suddenly understood why Qingzi liked to say "I'm going to eat" and other pre-meal etiquette.

"I, I started..."

In Italian, the word for a sunny-side-up egg is "cow's eye".

Because I don't know why the chapter was automatically published (I didn't set a schedule), I had to find time to write on the day I took leave, and my saved manuscripts were all used up... I'll change my leave time to tomorrow, sorry to bother you all.

Chapter 219 The truth behind the treasure map and the underlying instructions

After hearing the sound of knives and forks colliding with plates in the sunroom, Shuoyue showed a slight smile.

No one can resist delicious food, especially breakfast made by Emiya who has EX cooking skills.

Although it would not raise the favorability of Jiuyuan Temple Yuju to friendly, it could at least go from hostile to indifferent, allowing him to continue his pilgrimage in this holy place for a few more days.

The favorability mission was completed. Shuoyue closed the book and recalled last night's dream, which was the process of the Valley Trial.

The body he relied on during the trial was just that of an ordinary person, without any magic at all. After losing his sharp spear skills, he had to rely on rolling around to escape the halberd attack of the heavy cavalry.

But even so, he was eventually hit by the halberd of the heavy cavalry due to exhaustion, and then was ruthlessly smashed to death on the spot.