Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

But she did not lose heart. Instead, she and Altria looked toward the new moon with hope.

This young man in black robes, an assassin who has repeatedly brought about miracles, will definitely be able to save this child this time—

"Jack the Ripper's situation is special. Different occupations will cause different phenomena, so I will do my best to save her."

Shuoyue pulled his hand back, stood up, and calmly said the next sentence:

"But if you can't save it, be prepared to make full use of it before discarding it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Sixth Director Lingxia and Altria were shocked and stood there in a daze, while the ignorant little Jack looked up, not understanding why the atmosphere between the mothers had become sinister.

Shuoyue was completely unaware of the unusual atmosphere. He followed his train of thought and said to himself, "The existence of Jack the Ripper is contradictory. She is a wronged soul, but also an innocent child. Once the evil in her body is released, it is bound to spread this contradiction to anyone she touches.

"As I said, Red, Atalanta's wish is to save all the children in the world; and the judge of this Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc, is a saint whose mission is to eliminate evil spirits. In other words, if Red and Jeanne d'Arc are brought together and Little Jack is detonated, it will trigger a natural confrontation between the two -"

Before Shuoyue could finish his words, he saw Altria pull off her mask, step forward and grab his collar.

Using his arms to pull the unsuspecting young man in front of him, Shuoyue clearly saw the lingering astonishment and the deep disappointment in Altria's eyes.

"I'm warning you, Shuoyue, I don't want to hear such a thing a second time."

It was obvious that Altria was extremely angry. She took a deep breath, her flat chest rising and falling, and her beautiful face calmed down a little. She continued:

"If it was the you I know, the real you, I would never allow such a thought to appear. Obviously, Sakutsuki, you are fundamentally different. You even remind me of that annoying Emiya Kiritsugu——"

The dusk was burning like fire. In Shuoyue's eyes, the golden hair of the young knight king was so dazzling, just like her holy blue eyes that made it difficult for him to look directly at her.

"If there is a next time, Master, I will draw my sword against you."

After leaving this warning, Altria put on her mask and walked away without looking back.

Deep love and responsibility.

If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that at nightfall she would not be able to resist and would personally execute the young man, whom she had personally acknowledged as a Knight of the Round Table.

To solemnize - to rule - to decide.

[Remember, Artoria, I changed your spirit base into a judge. It was summoned by "one person" and belongs to only one person~~]

As if she had been hit by a slap in the face, Altria, who was walking quickly, stood there in a daze, gazing at the sky dyed red by the sunset. In a trance, it seemed as if a nightmare with evil taste was smiling at her.

If Merlin's words were confusing at first, then after she fully realized Shuoyue's abnormality, her "intuition" had already pointed out the true meaning of becoming a judge.

"Sword of Promised Victory, Holy Spear Rungomyniad, Scabbard of Avalon, and Strengthened Wind King Barrier..."

Counting the treasures he possessed, King Arthur, who went into battle in his strongest condition, did not feel any pride, but only raised the corner of his mouth bitterly.

Ah, Merlin, I think I understand what you mean -

If you want to defeat Shuo Yue Qing, you must use this perfect state to have a chance of defeating him.

Daimao left angrily, and the Sixth Leader Lingxia naturally could not ignore Shuoyue's words, so she took little Jack and left the team.

Anyway, tonight we only need to deal with Altria and Mordred, there is no need to gather the blue team's combat power.

As for the lonely Shuoyue, he did not feel any loss or regret. Just as Altria said, an assassin who takes war seriously is just a machine that acts for a purpose.

Irrelevant variables such as emotions are meaningless to Shuoyue. As long as Altria and Lingxia are still on the black side and will obey his command, he will not take any action.

But - Altria's disappointed look still flashes in my mind from time to time.

"Tsk, a troublesome assassin. No, this time the real body should be blamed, right?"

Wandering alone on the street, the young man, who had regained his original appearance, also looked up, watching the sunset falling into the mountains bit by bit, as if thinking about something.

There was nothing special, except that the assassin suddenly remembered -

If it were the real person, what would he say about what happened tonight?

With this thought in mind, the young man closed his eyes and, following the mysterious contract, transmitted all his memories so far to the other side of time and space.

Planets, universe, time and space, new world.

On a cool and sunny afternoon with the sound of an organ playing, a young man with white hair and golden eyes was enjoying a beautiful woman playing the organ in the church. Suddenly, his expression was slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?" Karin, with a cold expression, noticed that the young man was in an abnormal state, stopped playing and turned around, but Shuoyue just shook his head silently, stood up and returned to his room.

I... actually used up all my magic power to create a connection. What happened?"

The dragon's heart beat, and a vast sea of ​​magical power spread throughout his body. Shuoyue muttered in confusion and accepted this 'compressed package' of memories.

Then, the memories that belonged to him suddenly burst into Shuoyue's mind and replayed quickly.

As he looked at it, the young man's expression became serious.

"It's not good..."

"Squeak", the door was opened without permission, and a small figure in a red dress walked in, climbed onto the bed skillfully, and sat in the young man's warm arms.

"What are you doing?"

Faced with a little dragon's silent invitation to "play together", Shuoyue did not accept it, but just tapped his knees unconsciously. After a long time, he looked at the culprit in a sense - Draco, with a wry smile.

"You really make me worry."

"Yu?" Draco pointed at himself guiltily and began to wonder if Shuoyue knew about how he scared Xiaohei and Illya last night.

With a gentle force, the little girl in the red skirt was grabbed by Shuoyue, and her hair was roughly ruffled: "It's the 'endless wish'... that is, the blessing of the beast. I didn't expect it to twist my personality into that."

"You from another world?" Draco also reacted at this time. She looked up and saw Shuoyue's distressed expression, and immediately revealed a gloating smile.

"I said that, right? If you want to capture me, you'll have to pay a price... Hey!"

With a cry of shame and anger, Draco protected his delicate buttocks, his face turned red with anger, and he opened his mouth and bit Shuoyue's arm.

“Stop it.” Although the bitten part was on the arm, Shuoyue subconsciously protected his chest. After reacting, he let go of his hand and grabbed the little red dragon’s face without changing his expression. “Don’t cause trouble for me during this time. I want to use my magic power to maintain the connection.”

Thinking of the assassin's plan, which was said to be to seize the Holy Grail but was actually to destroy the world, Shuoyue couldn't help but want to sigh.

"Anyway, you are not allowed to go anywhere. Just stay here and watch with me to see what bad things that guy does."

"Okay--" Draco dragged out the word helplessly, and he could see through Shuoyue's true thoughts at a glance.

They say it’s supervision, but in fact it’s just watching the show, right?

After all, even if it is the real body, it cannot cross time and space to interfere if the assassin over there refuses.

But... was it the new moon that received her blessing?

Draco raised the corner of his mouth, and his scaly dragon tail quietly wrapped around the young man's arm, sticking closely to him, observing the story of the assassin at the other end of time and space.

Chapter 445 Yue Ji, Apocrypha and Fantasy

Chapter 446 Yue Ji, Apocrypha and Fantasy

The memory was transmitted to the other side of time and space, but the main body did not respond. The assassin was not too disappointed about this. He just walked on his own, walking on the medieval streets as the sun set.

If he had come in person, he would have enjoyed the loneliness of being in a foreign land. Unfortunately, Shuo Yue was an assassin, so this time would have been a meaningless waste.

However, before he knew it, the young man found himself back at the coffee shop on the corner of the street, where he met Mordred, Lion Zed and the others.

The tourists had already left, and in the empty hall, Shuo Yue noticed a pure white grand piano.

After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward.

"Shopkeeper, can you lend me this piano?"

"But the shop is about to close..." Looking at the emotionless golden eyes, the shop owner opened his mouth, but finally nodded, "Okay, but it must be closed before sunset."

"Okay." Shuo Yue said nothing.

He asked to play just to occupy his spare time. When night fell, the fingers that struck the keys should hold weapons.

Without any embarrassment, the young man came to sit down in front of the grand piano, gently touched the piano, and pressed the black and white whole-tone and half-tone keys.

So in the pale dusk, the sound of the piano turned into moonlight, and ripples appeared on the quiet lake, reflecting the thousand-year-old city full of white flowers.

All Moon Chefs know that in the thousand-year-old city of Brunstadri, there is a sleeping white princess.

And how many people know that the connection point between Millennium City and reality is located in Romania, which is worthy of its name as the birthplace of vampires. And as the stronghold of the Thousand World Tree clan, the 'Mirenia Fortress' has the vampire Dracula at the moment. , that is, Vlad III guarded it.

It's a pity that in the timeline of the Holy Grail War, humanity has flourished, and elves such as the Dead Apostle True Ancestor have escaped into the world, so he has no chance to see the White Princess.

In this way, I commemorated the sleeping Yue Ji. At the end of the song, Shuo Yue's movements changed and became enthusiastic and high-spirited.

The golden war and the iron horse are broken, but the silver bottle is broken.

The iron cavalry conquers the sky, and the spear is like thunder.

Anyone can hear the grandeur and excitement of the song, where dreams are colliding, shattering, sublimating, and leading to transformation in despair.

Its name means that even without the chords of the Cimbaroon (also known as the European dulcimer, a Hungarian instrument), the tension presented by the young man's solo is shocking enough.

The epic song came to an end. Shuo Yue, who had been enjoying it with her eyes closed, released the keys, stood up, and unexpectedly heard the warm applause from around her.

Turning my head, I saw that the cafe was crowded with people. They must be tourists who didn't know the latest situation in Romania. They looked at the handsome and tall pianist, and their enthusiastic cheers dispelled the gradually spreading night.

The piano sound mixed with the third method has an unimaginable emotional appeal, so it is natural for ordinary people to be "enchanted".

But Shuo Yue obviously didn't pay attention to these onlookers. He glanced at the enthusiastic faces, and finally stopped because of a pair of amethyst-like eyes.

Compound Magic·Tune.

As a functional magic created by Sakuyue based on his personal talent, even if it lacks lethality when the magic power is scarce, it is still easy to use sound waves to track down enemies.

With the spread of sound waves containing magic power, Shuoyue had already identified all the servants and magicians in Sighisoara while playing.

Not to mention the miscellaneous magicians stationed at the Clock Tower, the red side only sent Mordred and Lion Zed... Oh, and he also added himself. After all, the black team is fighting at home, and it is bound to win the red team's followers. Not only Lingxia and Artoria on the surface, but also a group of masters and servants, and a magician arrived here.

These were all expected by Shuo Yue, but this girl in front of him was something he had never expected.

Looking at Jeanne who had taken off her armor and was wearing a school uniform, as if she had just returned home from school, Shuoyue did not ask questions like "Why are you here?" Instead, she smiled faintly and recited a famous line from a poet.

"What can I do to keep you?"

"I will give you desolate streets, a despairing sunset, and a moon in the wilderness."

"I give you the sadness of a person who has gazed at the lonely moon for a long time."

While reciting the poem, the young man walked towards the girl. Amid the cheers of the enthusiastic Romanian tourists, the crowd made way for him, allowing Shuoyue to stand in front of Jeanne. He stretched out his hand and spoke in pure French:

That was a date invitation unique to France. Facing Shuo Yue's invitation, Joan of Arc smiled sincerely yet a little shyly and held his hand.

I am very happy)"

Seeing the shyness on Jeanne's face, the smile on Shuo Yue's lips became brighter and brighter.

I don't know why, but only when he was with Joan of Arc, the assassin allowed this time-wasting lifestyle.

After all, this is also deepening the relationship with the judge, isn't it?

Bidding farewell to the tourists who came to watch the fun, Joan of Arc and Shuoyue took advantage of the last moments to stroll through the streets of Sighişoara. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, they held hands and never let go.

"Shuoyue, some people say that your piano skills surpass their professors."

"Excuse me. It's just due to magic. But, the saint seems surprised that I can play the piano?"

"Well, after all, heroes like me all ascended to the Throne of Heroes because of fighting, right? If they were Heroes recognized in the field of art, they wouldn't have such good skills as you.

"Really..." Sakutsuki thought of Mozart and Salieri in the Lostbelt, "Well, it's true, but the power of music is much stronger than you think. It is an art that cannot be destroyed by swords."

After hearing what Jeanne said, Sakutsuki remembered "The Day of God's Wrath", which was played by Salieri on behalf of the will of the Pan-human history side to reject the guardian of the Lostbelt, Ivan the Terrible. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the war song of the Pan-human history side to officially launch a counterattack on the Lostbelt.

It's just that this song requires four hands to play... Thinking of this, Shuo Yue glanced sideways at Joan of Arc, and then looked away.

This French country girl doesn't look like she can learn the piano either.

"I have a feeling that you are thinking about something very rude, Mr. Shuoyue." Jeanne, who has A-level 'revelation', said faintly.

"Oh, how could that be?"

During the conversation, they suddenly heard the sound of the piano again. It was a very gentle melody. Although it was not sad, it had a hint of hesitation. Although it was unhappy, it made people feel reassured.

At this point in time, in this situation, besides Shuo Yue, who else will play a dreamy movement before night falls?

The two looked at each other and quickly walked towards the source of the sound. It was a small house with dust on the door. It seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

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But in the dim candlelight, a girl in a platinum uniform was sitting in the room, gently tapping the aging piano keys, and the silver-haired girl was lying beside her, listening quietly.

"It's a very gentle song, Mom."

"This is called Fantasy. It's the seventh song of Childhood Scenes."