Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Alas... I didn't expect that I would have to come back after only a year." On the moving walkway, a girl with hair tied into twin ponytails, wearing a red long-sleeved shirt and a white cross on the upper part of her chest closed her eyes and sighed helplessly.

From the suitcase on her right, a non-human, playful voice came:

"How does it feel to be back home after such a long absence, Master?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter at all." The girl opened her blue gemstone-like eyes, "By the way, it's a pity that you actually passed through customs..."

"Ha~~~" She was interrupted by a yawn behind her before she could finish her words, "What a trendy and chaotic country. There is not even a little bit of elegance."

At the end, the person behind him did not forget to draw a conclusion in a haughty tone: "Really, he is just like someone else, oh hehe..."

Having said that, the girl's anger bar was completely full.

"Ruby, I need to correct what I just said. I feel really bad."

As she said this, the girl suddenly turned around and stared at the guy behind her, with displeasure written all over her face: "I feel so sick coming back with this idiot!"

The one the girl called a fool was a woman with amber eyes and a head held high like a swan. The striking blue evening dress she wore reminded people of the blue sky. Her curly blonde hair was tied with a headband of the same color, and she exuded a golden aura.

In terms of appearance, the girl is not inferior to her at all - whether it is the red long sleeves that outline the curves of the body, or the pair of beautiful black silk legs, the girl looks as elegant and light as a stag.

But there was one place where she lost too much.

"I'm the one who's sickened and about to throw up." Under the girl's relentless attack, the blonde woman also stepped forward and responded, "In the final analysis, all the responsibility for this situation lies with you."

As the blonde woman moved, waves suddenly rose on her chest, shaking so much that people could not take their eyes away.

The girl glanced at him subconsciously, then looked away, becoming even angrier.

"You are so absurd that you can shirk your responsibility like this, you curly-haired bastard."

"What did you say?" The blonde woman's voice suddenly rose eight degrees. It was obvious that she cared a lot about her hairstyle. The two people who were not on the same page suddenly stared at each other, sparks flying in their eyes.

"Please don't quarrel in public, Master."

A calm voice reminded from inside the blonde's handbag.

"What a shameful bunch of guys."

In the red-dressed girl's suitcase, a teasing voice gloated.

"Have you forgotten? Why did we come all the way to Japan?"

After these words were spoken, the two men who were fighting each other like bulls finally suppressed their fighting intent and looked away.

“It’s really going to cause me trouble.

"Just fix the problem and get back, Ruby."

A fight between two women always attracts people's attention, not to mention two women with good temperament.

The two people who only had each other (enemies) in their eyes did not notice that not far away, a young priest with a piece of bread in his mouth was enjoying their crosstalk very carefully.

"Tousaka Rin and Luvia Serenta Edelfeldt, no matter which world they are in, it will turn out like this if they meet."

Who would have thought that before meeting Lu Wei, Toosaka Rin was a perfect beautiful girl with excellent grades and good character?

Who would have thought that before meeting Toosaka Rin, Luvia was a proud white swan that attracted attention at aristocratic parties?

It is unknown whether it was Rin who provoked Luvia or Luvia who provoked Rin. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the two of them not only have many things in common, but also the fact that "there can't be two tigers in one mountain".

This characteristic has been strengthened to an unprecedented degree in this world, so that once two people collide, they will inevitably fall into a vortex of fierce fighting.

"Two magical women have arrived in Fuyuki City, and the story begins." After simply writing down the time period in his notebook, Sakutsuki stood up and disappeared into the diamond-shaped space.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the Magic Association's headquarters, London, thousands of miles away.

Afternoon, Illya's house

"I'm back~" x2

"Welcome back, Miss Illya." Hearing the voice from the entrance, the maid Sera, who had a wife's hairstyle and a gentle temperament, came out and gestured to Illya who was changing her shoes, "Is Shirou coming back with you too?"

"Yeah, we met at the school gate." The young man with short red hair and amber eyes responded. His face was very similar to the former Shuoyue, because in this time and space, he was just an ordinary person who inherited the name "Shirou".

Yes, when it comes to Fuyuki City, in addition to the Holy Grail War and its three major families, there is another force worthy of attention, and that is the Emiya family.

Of course, in this world, it is obviously more appropriate to call it Illya's family.

"By the way, Miss Illya, this umbrella has been here for three days. Do you want me to put it away?"

"Eh? That umbrella?" The little girl with silver hair and red eyes, who looked exactly like her mother, was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, "Ah, come to think of it, the priest brother said he would come to get it, right?"

"Priest brother?" Shirou was puzzled.

"It was when I was sending my wife to the airport." Sera explained, "It suddenly started raining outside, and when I went to buy an umbrella, Illya suddenly met a priest. He lent the umbrella to Miss Illya and said he would come to pick it up in a few days."

"In a few days... But how does he know where our house is?"

"So, in my opinion, the priest must have known that Miss Illya would not accept the umbrella, so he used this as an excuse to give it to Miss."

"I'm not a child anymore!" Illya protested angrily, "That priest brother is definitely not lying!"

"Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask... Why did Illya say 'Priest Brother'?" At this point, Shirou couldn't help but recall the distressed man he met in the Cathedral Church, and shuddered involuntarily, "Shouldn't the priest be called uncle or grandfather?"

"Because he is very young. I always feel like he is still in the elementary school department like me." Illya blinked, not understanding why her brother suddenly showed such a disgusting expression.

"Sera--" someone's lazy voice came from the living room, "Mrs. Ellie called--"

"Madam?" Sera was startled and ran back quickly. She saw that the maid who looked the same as her but was more plump lying on the sofa had already clicked on the video call. A silver-haired woman dressed as a British lady suddenly appeared on the screen:

"Hello, everyone, how have you been lately~~~"

Irisviel, the woman at the top of the food chain in the family, is also the mother of Illya and Shirou.

"Mother?!"

"lady?!"

Suddenly, the eldest son and the second daughter of Illya's family, who were also two maids, gathered together and stared at the beautiful woman in the video:

"Mom, didn't you just leave yesterday? Why did you call me today?"

"Oh, isn't this an urgent matter?" When she said this, there was a hint of stiffness between Irisviel's brows, but she concealed it well.

"Let's get down to business. Anyway, a kid I know has to go to Fuyuki City for something. Since he has no one to rely on in Fuyuki, Kiritsugu and I have decided to let him stay at our house."

Taking out a photo from her pocket, Irisviel showed it to everyone with a smile: "Here, this is the child. You must take good care of him like you took care of Illya~~"

Before Sera and Shirou could react, Illya's eyes widened first:

"Hey! Isn't this the priest brother who brought me the umbrella?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and the boy's voice sounded clearly:

"Excuse me, I'm Shuoyue, and I'm here to bother you at the invitation of Ms. Irisviel."

Chapter 232 A New Member of Illya's Family

Clock Tower, London, England

Based at the British Museum in London, this place is home to those who claim to be the only ones who have dominated the long history of magic, as well as ambitious magicians from all over the world.

It is true that among a thousand people, a thousand give up halfway...well, we should be free to dream, right?

At least, that's what the man in black with a cigarette in his mouth thought.

So-called magic is a bad joke played by God, a manifestation of the inferior nature of human beings to distinguish between different classes - well, as someone who also uses magic, I have no right to comment on it.

Walking through the gloomy, mysterious, or energetic groups of students, a killer like him with an indifferent expression and the smell of blood from cannibalism on his body was naturally ostracized by them.

It was not until he walked out of the clock tower that the bright sunshine outside and the fresh air after the rain made him feel refreshed. He twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, trying to force himself to smile, and walked towards a cafe on the street.

His wife, Irisviel, was sitting here waiting for him - but when he walked into the cafe, he found that his wife was smiling with her hands covering her mouth, and in front of her sat a boy with white hair and golden eyes, whose appearance gave him a very familiar feeling.

Yes, Shirou looked similar back then.

As if recalling the adopted child, the man felt warm in his heart and his left hand reached silently for the handle of the gun in his arms.

This is the clock tower.

He didn't believe in coincidences. If someone like that approached them, something must have happened.

The man walked to his wife cautiously, exchanged glances with the boy, and said, "Excuse me..."

"Emiya Kiritsugu, and Irisviel, you two really made it hard for me to find you." The boy in black cassock with a cross necklace on his chest looked up and bluntly revealed their identities. "From Winter City to Snowfield City, and finally to the Clock Tower - what, the legacy of the Holy Grail War has not been completely cleaned up?"

“How could you…” Irisviel was horrified. She had never expected that the boy who had just been chatting with her like a stranger would suddenly show an attitude of knowing everything about her. Emiya Kiritsugu protected his wife with his left hand and reached into his pocket with his right hand, not hiding his hostility at all.

"Who are you? What is your purpose in approaching us?"

The atmosphere was clearly tense, but the boy still had a relaxed smile on his face, just like the pedestrians passing by them, completely unaware of the crisis that might break out.

“First, let me state my conclusion. I don’t know if you, Kiritsugu, have the Origin Bullet in this world, but if you don’t, you two are definitely not my match.”

"Even so, we can't just surrender." Emiya Kiritsugu said in a deep voice. Just as he was about to draw his pistol, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The ninja with long black hair tied into a ponytail and an expressionless face put a dagger against Emiya Kiritsugu's neck: "Don't move."

“Kiritsugu!” Irisviel exclaimed, and began to weave silver threads in her hands, but the boy opposite her only flicked his finger, and her chain gold life was completely silenced.

"Stop it, ma'am." After subduing the two men in the blink of an eye, Shuoyue clapped his hands, "Let's continue our unfinished conversation."

The condition proposed by Shuoyue was very simple. He would make up an identity for him and let him stay temporarily in Illya's house. In return, he would protect Illya's safety.

The treatment of prisoners of war was too generous - Irisviel and Emiya Kiritsugu were hesitant at first, but under Sakutsuki's "careful persuasion", they finally signed this "unequal treaty".

So, there was the scene where Irisviel called home.

"Greetings everyone, I am Shuoyue, a trainee priest from the Cathedral Church. Thank you for your guidance."

In the hall, except for the head of the family and the mistress, all the members of the Illya family gathered together, and standing in front of them was a boy with white hair, golden eyes, and a harmless smile.

"I am here at the invitation of Ms. Irisviel. Please forgive me for bothering you."

"No, no, we welcome Mr. Shuoyue to stay here." The maid Sera did not lose her manners and saluted with her hands folded on her stomach. "I'm Sera, one of the maids in this family, and Liz is also... Liz? Liz!"

German: Good afternoon). Maid No. 2, who was called Lijelit in FSN and Liz here, responded in German, lying there like a big Persian cat.

German: Greetings to God). "Shuoyue smiled and answered in German.

"I feel like I'm a fake German half-blood..." Illya was stunned for a long time before she reacted and whispered to her brother Shirou.

"Don't look at me... I grew up in Fuyuki." Shirou maintained an awkward but polite smile and said in a low voice.

The whispers of the two naturally did not escape Shuoyue's ears. He looked at Illya and Shirou in this world, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

He had also seen Illya in that world, but Illya at that time was as pure as a piece of white paper, or like a handful of first snow that would melt in his hands. She was completely different from the ordinary child in front of him who exuded vitality and grew up in happiness.

For this family with a tragic fate, being ordinary itself means precious happiness.

However, after he changed the ending of the Fourth Holy Grail War, Illya would eventually become as beautiful as this.

Thinking of this, Sakutsuki turned his gaze and looked at Emiya Shirou.

There is no wave in my heart.

The influence of the giant hero had long been eliminated after obtaining the Holy Grail, and now he is just Shuo Yue.

Just like Shirou, even though his sister became a magical girl, he still grew up as an ordinary high school student, and his hands were no longer covered in blood due to contact with the mysterious.

This is also a good thing.

Collecting his thoughts, Sakutsuki waved at Illya who was holding an umbrella, indicating that the umbrella was a gift for her. At the same time, he took out some small gifts and gave them to Shirou, Sera and Liz respectively.

With the help of Shuoyue's methods and the skill of 'Beautiful Boy', he quickly became familiar with the people in Illya's family. Because of his mysterious identity and conversation far beyond his age, he was naturally admired by Illya.

"By the way, what is Sakutsuki doing in Fuyuki City?" Shirou asked curiously during the conversation.

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue pointed to his priest's attire and smiled with a 'pleased' smile:

"As you can see, I am currently a member of the Fuyuki City Church and a messenger spreading the gospel on behalf of the Almighty Lord."

"Wow... that sounds so cool." Illya's eyes lit up when she heard that. For her age, anything outside of school would be new to her.

As for the fact that Shuoyue didn't look like he hadn't graduated from elementary school yet, that had long been driven out of Illya's mind.

With such temperament and such conversation...how can he look like an elementary school student?

"Everyone, dinner is ready—"

"Oh, here it comes!"

The night lights came on, and Shuoyue had his first meal at Illya's house. After the meal, Shuoyue left on the pretext of going to church to take care of some matters.

Walking out of the house, Shuoyue looked up at the stars in the sky... no, it was two intersecting flashes of light, one red and one blue. The smile on his face faded, replaced by a complicated expression.