Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Fate is so interesting and ironic. It brings together a group of people with connected destinies on the same stage, but deprives them of any connection with each other. It maliciously expects the actors to reach a tragic end in their belated awakening.

But this time, a soul from another world climbed up to look down and saw every thread of fate clearly.

"Hello, Irisviel, the Master from Einzbern." Shuoyue deliberately used the unfamiliar name, took off the glove on his left hand, and stretched out his hand towards his wife.

The three holy marks on his hands were as hot and dazzling as flames.

"As a fellow participant in the Holy Grail War, Shuoyue, I am here to greet you."

Irisviel reached out her hand subconsciously, and it was not until Shuoyue let go that she finally reacted.

"So, 'Shirou' is..."

"It's just a name I gave on a whim. Don't take it seriously." Shuoyue suppressed his inner throbbing and said calmly.

“Oh…” Irisviel nodded, not quite understanding. “Kiritsugu told me a long time ago that you might also participate in the Holy Grail War, but I didn’t expect to meet you so soon.”

“Kiritsugu…” Thinking back to that man, Sakutsuki nodded, “If it’s him, I wouldn’t be surprised at all.

After all, he was the man who ended the Holy Grail War.

"Oh, right!" As if she remembered something, Irisviel clapped her hands and asked as if she was asking what to eat tonight, "Shirou, what is the job of the Servant you summoned?"

"Yes." Shuoyue did not hide it and responded openly.

After hearing these words, a smug smile suddenly appeared on the wife's face.

By the time Altria realized something was wrong and wanted to speak, it was too late.

"My Servant is the most outstanding Servant in the Holy Grail War." The lady hugged Altria's arm as if introducing her best friend, her tone not without boasting.

"Irisviel!" The blonde beauty in men's clothing glared at her, her blue pupils full of helplessness, but she still took a step forward and saluted as a knight, "Please give me your guidance."

Shuoyue was about to return the gift, but Miyu stepped forward, her face solemn, and asked for your guidance. "

"Ah!" Irisviel covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes twinkling with stars, "Is she such a cute girl?"

"Be careful, Irisviel, her strength should not be underestimated." Feeling the vast magical power of the girl, Altria reminded.

However, Mrs. Tianran didn't care about this. She looked down at the cold Miyu, and finally opened her arms and hugged her.

"Hmm." A soft touch came towards her, and Miyu struggled a little, but Irisviel hugged her tighter.

Under the gazes of Shuoyue and Wunu, Irisviel, overflowing with maternal love, raised her head and blinked her beautiful red eyes, her tone still so natural:

"So...Shuoyue, are you here to form an alliance with us, or are you our opponent?"

"They've captured my servant, what else can I say?" Shuoyue laughed helplessly.

"I just came to play with you guys."

The low-hanging winter sun had disappeared behind the other side of the hills at some point in time, and the city streets shrouded in darkness began to show a different look. The colorful lights flickered, and were reflected in the eyes of the people passing by, shining like stars.

And Irisviel was undoubtedly the most active one. She walked in front holding Miyu's hand, laughing with joy from time to time.

There must be many cities in the world with more beautiful night views than Fuyuki City. But for Irisviel, the night view she saw now and the feeling she felt were the precious treasures she had obtained for the first time.

"It's really beautiful... There are so many people living here, and it becomes so dazzling at night..."

Moved by this, Irisviel's whisper reached Miyu's ears.

Miyu looked up at this girl who looked like an adult but was actually as innocent as a child, and couldn't help but recall her past.

Because of the rules of the Holy Grail, most of her memories were blocked, but even so, Miyu still clearly remembered that she had been imprisoned in the house for countless years for various reasons and had never taken a step out.

She still remembers the loneliness and sense of loss brought about by long-term confinement.

Because of this, Miyu understood very well how pitiful Irisviel's feelings were.

She squeezed her clasped hand, and when Irisviel lowered her head in confusion, Miyu stood on tiptoe and pecked her lightly on the cheek.

"Let's go play, Irisviel."

Although she didn't know why she did this, Miyu always felt that she seemed to have wanted to do this a long time ago.

"!!!" Irisviel widened her eyes silently, and soon she covered her mouth and laughed, "Well! Where do you want to go, Miyu?"

Miyu thought for a moment, then looked behind her and glanced at Sakutsuki who was walking side by side with her. Seeing their matching dark suits, she pouted in dissatisfaction:

"First, go to the clothing store."

After a while, Sakutsuki changed out of his suit and put on a kimono, and walked out hand in hand with Miyu who was also wearing a kimono. Looking at Irisviel who had a confused look on her face and covered her mouth with her hands while laughing, he always felt that something was wrong.

Is there anything wrong with the suit you wore earlier?

And the next moment, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Chapter 35 Warehouse Street and Drinking Buddies

That is an aura that only the participants of the Holy Grail War can feel.

It broke through the false peace and pierced the harmonious atmosphere lingering among the group of people, so sharp that it was hard to ignore.

This is the territory of war.

Peace never belonged to them.

He naturally grasped Irisviel's upper arm and gently pulled her to his side. With just such a simple action, Irisviel looked back at him with a calm gaze.

The enemy's servant?"

"Yes."

As Altria spoke, her cyan eyes were fixed on two figures, one large and one small, wearing kimonos.

As a professional, she is not good at finding the enemy, but if even she found it, it means that the team has also sensed this provocative aura.

So……

"Don't even think about it." Before Altria could finish her words, Shuoyue blocked her. The young man in kimono, who looked gentle and elegant, picked up his servant and said righteously:

"The world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable. You think about fighting and killing all day long. Isn't it annoying?"

Eh?

The blonde girl opened her mouth and looked dazed.

A fierce man who could pierce her heart with thousands of swords with his intuitive warning, holding a magic crutch, and then seriously talked to her about world peace? !

But Irisviel believed it and nodded her head in agreement: "Indeed, how can we let Miyu-chan get involved in such a cruel battle? I can go with her."

"Is...is that so?"

Miyu, who was held in Shuoyue's arms and could stab Medea to death with one shot, stared blankly at the two unscrupulous masters playing tricks on her. Finally, the two groups of masters parted ways tacitly. Irisviel chased in the direction of the breath, while Shuoyue walked in the opposite direction and went into a small shop in the alley after many twists and turns.

As soon as she entered the door, the strong smell of alcohol made Miyu cough repeatedly, and two big blushes appeared on her little face.

The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

Hearing the sound at the door, an old man walked out from the counter. When he saw Shuoyue, he smiled and said, "It's you again, young man. What kind of wine do you want to buy this time? I have everything here."

The old man was right. On the wine rack next to him were fine wines from all over the world.

There are cocktails from Singapore, gin from the Netherlands; bottled Spanish sunshine, famous Portuguese wines, and sake, the national drink of Japan, which was developed by borrowing the brewing method of Chinese rice wine...even Maotai, one of the three most famous wines in the world, are quietly placed on the top of the wine rack.

The wine brewed by thousands of cultures is all here, and the rich aroma can almost make people drunk here and not want to wake up.

Shuoyue and the boss were familiar customers, and he was very straightforward when he heard this: "Give me a few bottles of strong liquor, the stronger the better, Red Star Erguotou and Water of Life, bring me some. Oh, and bring me a bottle of sake and a bottle of beer, and I'll charge you the money.

"You know what's good, very straightforward!" The old man laughed, quickly sorted the wine bottles, put them in a bag and handed them to Shuoyue.

Amid the clinking of wine bottles, Shuoyue politely declined the old man's invitation to drink and left with Miyu, whose steps were slightly shaky.

After walking out of the alley and being blown by the cold winter wind, Miyu, who never drank alcohol, finally sobered up a little: "Onii-chan, where are you going after buying so much alcohol?"

Facing the wind, Shuoyue smiled. A silver-green motorcycle engine appeared beside him, roaring restlessly:

"Go find someone to drink with, and..."

"Watch a show!"

The Fuyuki Bridge, which spans the entire Miion River, is located not far from the estuary. It is 665 meters long and is a three-span continuous mid-road arch bridge.

The top of the bridge arch is more than 50 meters high. If the sea breeze blows at such a high position, the end is definitely to step on the air and fall into the river. Without a safety rope, even the most skilled maintenance workers will never go up.

Webber Velvet was not tied with any safety ropes or other equipment. He just used his hands and feet to hold the cold steel bones tightly. Usually he always told himself to act calm, but now he couldn't care less.

His servant sat beside him with legs crossed. He looked so majestic that people hated him.

"Let's...quickly get down from here..."

Waver said to him, his teeth chattering from the cold and fear. But his voice was just wind in his ears.

"This is a great surveillance position. Let's get a little higher up and take a good look."

Holding a bottle of foreign liquor in his hand, he occasionally raised his head to drink, while looking down at the wide seaside park located under the west bridge, covering a wide area from the river mouth to the coast. Although Waver couldn't see much with his eyesight, according to the description, the target in front of them - the aura of the Servant that they had spent four hours tracking was there.

While wandering the streets with Waver in the hope of making contact with the enemy, they discovered the presence of the Servant in the afternoon.

As a king who had conquered all lands, he saw through the other party's intention to fish at a glance, and immediately decided to stand by and watch, waiting for other servants to come on stage, and also waiting for the opportunity for the fisherman to benefit from the fight between the snipe and the clam.

Having said that——

"This is too high! I, I want to go down! No, let me go down! I, I've had enough!"

Waver's shouting was blown away by the wind and did not reach his ears at all.

"Okay, wait a minute. You're such a restless guy. Just sitting and waiting is also a kind of war."

He drank and talked leisurely, not even glancing at Waver's expression, which was about to burst into tears. It seemed that there was no consensus between the two of them that "heights are dangerous" from the beginning.

"If you have nothing to do, read the books I left with you." He suddenly stopped talking, turned his head sharply, and looked towards the entrance of the bridge.

This time, even Weber saw it. The handsome and cool motorcycle came speeding over, did a handsome drift, and stopped at their feet.

The man in the kimono took off his helmet and looked up and shouted, as if he had known of their presence:

"King of Conquerors Iskandar, why are you standing so high up? Come down quickly so we can drink together!"

Who wants to drink with you?

Even if he was terrified up there, Waver couldn't be so foolish as to jump down. This Master had fought them to death a few days ago, and now he suddenly came here. Who knows what trap he had set...

The sudden shaking of the steel frame startled Weber. He looked over subconsciously, only to find that the red-haired burly man had stood up and stretched out his giant hand towards him.

Then he grabbed his collar, lifted him up like a kitten, and shook him.

"R... what are you doing?" Weber swallowed.

Instead, he gave him a kind smile.

"Are you ready, boy?"

Amid the crazy screams of the premonition of death, Weber began to fall as if he was sitting on a bungee jumping machine without any safety measures.

“Aaaaaaaa——!”

The screams lingered on the Fuyuki Bridge for a long time.

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Chapter 36: The Dual-Gun User and the Knight King

Under the Fuyuki Bridge

Under the magic of dispersing idle people, no one noticed four figures under the bridge. One of them was a giant with red hair, with good wine beside him, and he was talking happily with a young man with golden eyes and white hair. The girl in kimono stared at the image screen in the air. Behind her, the thin young man was holding sake and vomiting his soul.

It is the Master and Servants of the group.

The video screen in the air was showing a tense battle situation somewhere.

It was the warehouse street next to the Seaside Park. In the row after row of modular warehouses, the fierce wind caused by the clash between two figures destroyed the nearby cargo containers into pieces.

Two figures, one holding a gun and the other holding a sword.

The man with the gun has a handsome appearance, with a high nose bridge, stern eyebrows and a strong facial contour. His delicate lips make people feel strict and ascetic, but his gentle and melancholy eyes make people strongly feel his masculine charm, especially the teardrop mole under his left eye, which makes his eyes look even more charming.

His weapon was quite eye-catching. In his right hand he carried a two-meter-long spear, and in his left hand he held a short gun that was about one-third of the length of the other.

, is he using two guns?" The red-haired man stroked his chin, thinking, "The two guns, from the handle to the blade, are all wrapped in a cloth similar to a spell, and their true appearance cannot be seen at all."

"There aren't many people who use two guns in history." Shuoyue had the advantage of foresight, but he didn't intend to reveal everything. He just said, "But since he dared to reveal his aura and challenge me, he must be quite capable."

“If that’s the case, then isn’t the heroic spirit who responded to his provocation and chose to fight also a strong man?” Iskandar raised his wine glass and turned his gaze to the person he was confronting with an expression of amazement.