Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Hoo, hoo... That cave is no longer usable from a physiological point of view..."

"By the way, did someone just use a Noble Phantasm to attack it? Rather than saying it's unusable, it's more like it's collapsed..."

"While escaping, I remember feeling a very powerful destructive force being unleashed from behind. For the sake of that person's reputation, it's better not to name any specific person. I think everyone felt the same way."

"Come to think of it... I don't know when the rain stopped outside, how lucky."

"However, this also means that the weather here is unstable. We don't know when the storm will start again."

"Ugh……"

When the servants who were soaked by the rain looked at the Chinese-style courtyard, even the most calm-minded hero felt a little amused.

Isn’t the difference in situation too great?

Li Xiang hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind and spoke:

"There's no other way. Let me go with Shuoyue..."

"No, Master, please let me go first. How can I trouble you if the Servant hasn't come yet?"

Qingji stopped Ritsuka, straightened her collar, and walked towards the courtyard.

Qingji, start trying the strategy!

Chapter 344 Please close your eyes when it gets dark

Chapter 345 Please close your eyes when it gets dark

"Hi, sorry to bother you."

There was a polite knock on the door. Shuoyue and Draco, who were thinking, looked up and glanced at each other.

"somebody is coming."

"I know."

"Will you refuse? Reject the Master of Chaldea and your sister?"

"That... depends on who's asking."

Saying this with a smile, Shuoyue walked out of the entrance hall and opened the door.

Wearing a black, white and gold kimono, Kiyohime, with a slender and graceful figure, stood at the door with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm sorry for not being able to bring any gifts with me for my sudden visit." As expected of a lady from a wealthy family, even with her EX-level frenzy, Qingji's etiquette was impeccable.

"Mr. Shuoyue has also seen that the climate on this island is changeable. I really can't bear to let the Master suffer from the wind and rain, so, can you allow the Master to stay in your house?"

It was a very polite request. Sakutsuki did not ask for more than ten people to come in. Instead, he settled for the second best option and allowed the Master to come in first, and then looked for a chance to send Mashu, Illya and the others in... Of course, he did not rule out the possibility that Kiyohime really only wanted to let the Master in.

It's a pity that although it's reasonable, what she is facing is Shuoyue in vacation mode - different from the serious and meticulousness in battle, the current Shuoyue is a willful and lazy fun-loving person.

There is nothing wrong with Qingji's speech, but Shuoyue is not someone who can be persuaded by reason.

"Well, of course you can do this kind of thing—"

Shuoyue stretched out the words so seriously, and without waiting for Qingji to react, he took a step forward, leaned down slightly, and pressed his face against hers.

"But how can you repay me?"

The suddenly shortened distance, coupled with the young man's slightly upturned, seductive ending, made Qingji's defenses feel like they were hit hard.

Close...too close!

This action, this tone, it's hard, it's hard to say, the reward he wants is...

I? !

“Eh!” Qingji was shocked by her own thoughts. She quickly took a step back, forgetting even the thought of fighting back. Her golden eyes were filled with panic. “Well, that… this… this is not allowed…”

Qingji was retreating while Shuoyue was moving forward. His golden vertical pupils hid a smile, not giving her any room to breathe. There was also an oppressive feeling of dragon species emanating invisibly, which made Qingji's legs weak with the snake attribute, and made her unable to extricate herself from the misunderstanding of shyness and heartbeat.

Beautiful Young Man B++, passive trigger.

Judged a great success!

For a moment, Qingji could hear her heart pounding, so fiercely and crazily, just like when she first met Lord Anzhen... But this, how is this possible?

Obviously, the Master is her husband(er), the love of her life!

But just as her pupils and eyes were wandering, Shuoyue suddenly reached out, hugged Qingji's exposed waist, and whispered in her ear:

"My lady, you don't want the Master to be without a place to live, do you?"

The devilish whispers completely broke Qingji's defenses. She screamed without regard for her manners, her face flushed, and she ran away. After confirming that Qingji had run far away, Shuoyue covered his stomach and laughed unscrupulously.

"Is it fun?"

A whisper sounded behind him, and Shuoyue's expression froze instantly. He turned his head stiffly, only to see Draco appear behind him at some point, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

When did you come? "

"From the beginning." Draco had a blank expression on his face, but his tail was shaking slightly behind him, like a rattlesnake spitting out its tongue.

In other words, she witnessed the whole process of Shuoyue flirting with Qingji like a playboy and causing him to flee in panic...

Shuoyue could even sense that some kind of murderous intent was locked on him, but in holiday mode, he simply threw away his disguise and gave a thumbs up:

"To use someone's words, I'm so high ahahahaha...ah!"

Accompanied by angry curses of "Go to hell", someone was whipped to the ground by a tail and couldn't get up for a long time. Then a petite figure pounced on him and started biting him.

"I'm dying, I'm dying... Please let go, Your Majesty!"

"Unfortunate!"

Amid the screams of someone being punished, Ms. Qingji's challenge of conquering the enemy was a miserable failure.

On the hillside not far from the cave

"How is Kiyohime?" Ritsuka, who rushed back from the forest, pulled Tamamonomae, who was a visiting doctor, and asked anxiously, "I heard that she fainted after she came back. What happened? Is she injured? Is she cursed..."

"Calm down, calm down, Master." Tamamonomae patted Ritsuka's shoulder. "Although I only learned the basics from Okuninushi, I can see that there is nothing wrong with Kiyohime. There is no curse, no injury. She just fainted due to excessive emotion. She will be fine after resting for a while, but..."

At this point, Tamamonomae's tone suddenly became strange.

"Before Qing Ji passed out, her last words were 'Master (dear) I'm sorry'... I don't know what happened to this child."

Sorry for me? What do I have to be sorry for?

Ritsuka was puzzled, then shocked.

"Could it be that Shuoyue... forced Qingji to do something?"

"Who knows about this kind of thing?" Tamamonomae shrugged. "Anyway, Mordred has gone over there to ask for an explanation, and Miss Altria has followed him. If it's the two of them, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

No problem? If there is no problem, then there is something fishy. I feel like the two of them will fight first!

Lixiang's face almost turned green, and he quickly gathered a large group of people and headed towards Shuoyue's house in a mighty manner.

It's not that they are afraid that Shuoyue's mortal body will be beaten to death by the heroic spirits, but they are afraid that the farce between the two "father and son" will be seen by Shuoyue.

She, Lixiang, can't afford to lose face like this!

However, when she arrived at the scene, she saw Dai Mao who kept bowing and apologizing, and Xiao Mo who was tied up with a quilt and hung at the gate, struggling frantically like a maggot.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Sakutsuki, who was leaning against the door frame, was stunned when he saw Fujimaru and the others. "Has the Master finally decided to have the Servants surround the magician and seize my house by force?"

"No, that's not the case!" Ritsuka naturally wouldn't reveal her true purpose. She gestured frantically behind her back, signaling everyone to take back their treasures, and said with a dry laugh, "Well, then... what happened?"

"Nothing, I just caught a naughty kid who was causing trouble, and his relative is apologizing to me." Shuoyue answered lightly.

"Hiss--" Ritsuka took a deep breath and looked at Mordred who had given up struggling and had a face full of humiliation. Then he looked at Shuoyue who was unharmed and was even chatting and laughing with Daimao.

...Xiao Mo, you are a fake heroic spirit, right? !

"That guy is the type I hate the most!" Feeling the shocked gazes of the heroic spirits, Xiao Mo shouted angrily, "I was bombarded with great magic as soon as I entered the door, and I didn't even have time to use my treasure!"

Hearing Mordred's words, Altria's expression changed slightly, and she looked a little guilty, while Tamamo seemed to be thinking about something:

"So, Mr. Shuoyue is a very powerful magician?"

You have to know that Mordred is a replica of King Arthur, and his resistance to magic is at least B. Ordinary magic can't even kill him, let alone subdue a legendary Knight of the Round Table and even hang her at the door. Even Tamamonomae, who is a professional magician, needs to make good arrangements to do it.

But Sakutsuki is not a Servant, and has no anecdotal enhancements at all. As a modern magician, he can actually restrain the legendary knight... This is truly shocking.

"I just took advantage of the advance preparation." Sakutsuki was very modest. After casually responding with a few words, he got back to the point, "So, Knight King, and Ritsuka, what brings you all the way here? What are you doing here?"

Ritsuka had already prepared himself mentally, but Altria spoke first. She took a step forward, her golden hair swaying, and made a request openly:

"Can you please let us stay here? I'm sorry that my hands are only good at destruction, not creation. It's my fault that I can't provide the Master with good living conditions, so I beg you..."

"Don't call me that. The honorific sounds too distant. Just call me by my real name." Shuoyue waved his hand casually, opened the door, turned around and left.

"Now that you're here, just stay here for one night. My yard is quite big. I'll help you build a house tomorrow." Shuoyue turned around and looked at the dumbfounded Daimao Wang, and once again smiled maliciously.

"Why, you don't want to live here?"

"Yes, of course!" Ritsuka spoke quickly, showing the friendliness of the Master. He ran up and put his arm around Shuoyue's shoulders. "Come to think of it, we haven't met before! Hello, I'm Ritsuka, 17 years old, female, height, weight 59kg, unmarried, and not dating..."

"Haha, there's really a big difference between you and him."

"Who is it? Isn't it normal for people to have different personalities? Or is he very similar to me?"

With the Master taking the lead, the servants behind them did not pretend to be reserved. After five days of torture, they could not wait to rush in and were divided into rooms under the leadership of Shuoyue.

"Hey! Have you forgotten me?" Mordred, who was rolled up like a caterpillar and hung at the city gate for public display, protested loudly. However, her voice could not be heard amidst the laughter in the courtyard. Even when the aroma of dinner rose in the air, she could only look up at the sky and shed two wide noodles of tears.

Tired, destroy it.

As Xiao Mo looked up at the sky in silence, the sky darkened and the crescent moon and silver stars appeared on the screen, casting a soft light.

When the veil-like moonlight fell, the island fell into absolute silence. Servant and Master, girl and young man, all fell into absolute sleep.

It's dark, please close your eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Shuoyue heard the system's prompt sound in the dark.

[Dream photographer, please open your eyes]

So the young man opened his eyes, woke up from his drowsy dream, and his first reaction was to complain.

Damn, the Holy Grail system is too fair. I don't even know when I fell asleep. Now the quality of my sleep every night can be guaranteed...

Thinking of this, Shuoyue received a prompt from the system.

[Please select a player to become a sleepwalker]

A light screen appeared in front of him, and numbers appeared above the heads of all the people participating in the game. Shuoyue could choose the person he wanted to 'capture the dream' of with just a thought.

After thinking for a moment, Shuoyue's eyes were fixed on a master who was lying on the tatami with his hands on the chest of his schoolgirl.

It’s decided to be you, contestant No. 6, Fujimaru Ritsuka!

There was no guessing or inference on the first night, it was all based on feeling. Among everyone, Ritsuka was first-rate in terms of presence and importance. If the werewolf really wanted to take action, it would most likely be this master who would suffer.

[Selection completed, please close your eyes again]

A gentle yet irresistible force came over him, Shuoyue closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful dream.

When everyone woke up at the same time, it was already bright outside. Only the unchanged movements before "falling asleep" proved that the game last night was not a dream.

"Hey! I've been hung up for a whole day, someone come and put me down!"

A servant who had been hanging all night and was covered in dew shouted loudly, marking the beginning of today's busy day.

Unlike everyone else who was noisy early in the morning, Draco stayed in bed for a long time before he slowly broke free from the quilt, climbed up, and stretched himself in the morning light.

I inadvertently turned my head and saw that the other bed was tidy and there was no sign that anyone was lying there.

Before being forced to fall asleep, Shuoyue was still busy decorating the room and had no time to come back.

Draco is a considerate girl, so Draco won't be angry.

It’s just... a little lonely.

There was no one around, so Draco simply hugged his thighs and curled up into a ball. The ferocious-looking dragon tail lay flat on its scales and wrapped around his side.

Psychologically, this is a very insecure posture. For Draco, who already knows her own ending, what she fears most is that no one will witness her end.

Coming across the sea from the endless black mud, the end of greedy prosperity, this is the great whore of Babylon, the great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns - it is also Draco's posture as a beast and as one of the devices for the destruction of mankind.

But this uncontrolled decadent posture had been broken. The young man drew his bow and arrow in the Colosseum and hunted her down, exhausting all his soul, and gently but irresistibly deprived her of the possibility of returning.

So she returned to the endless nothingness, returned to the contract of imaginary numbers. Even if she stayed here, her body was silent in the cold and endless sea of ​​imaginary numbers.