Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Following the scent of magic, Shuoyue easily found some treasures. If Danic knew about this, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life and settle accounts with the murderer who had usurped his position.

After snapping his fingers to remove the dust, and then wasting his magic to project a set of tea sets, Shuoyue sat at the mahogany table, scalded the cup with hot water, and poured the Bird King Tea that Danik had gotten from somewhere - the Cloud and Mist tribute tea from the East - into the cup. Then Ma Long entered the palace, shook the tea, brewed it, scraped the foam, and finally sealed the pot and poured the top.

The smooth operation almost stunned the android patrolling the door, as well as a young magician who was poking his head.

"Cores?" Shuo Yue glanced sideways, surprised that before she even dropped her bait, a small fish took the bait, "I didn't expect you to be the one who came first, so please come in."

Being stared at by Shuoyue, the god of death, Colles' face froze. Perhaps it was the lingering aroma of tea that dispelled the bloody smell of the assassin. Colles calmed himself down and finally stepped into the room and sat down in front of Shuoyue.

Speaking of which, Uncle Danik was also killed by this person... How could this guy sit here so calmly!

And where did this tea set come from? Which era is Shuo Yue a heroic spirit? Why is he so skilled at making tea?

Before Cowles could collect a hundred thousand reasons in his mind, Shuo Yue held up the celadon cup with both hands, filled with amber tea liquid: "Please use it."

"No, no need..." Cowles laughed dryly. As a Western magician, how could he know this? Only the old monster Danik lived long enough to have these treasures with different styles, "Then, um, I'll do it." I'm actually looking for you because I have a merciless request..."

"reject."

"what?"

Corless looked back at the young man's chest and was shocked. He couldn't help but raise his head, but when he met Shuo Yue's deep eyes, he was immediately suppressed by the aura and was speechless.

Seeing this, Shuo Yue stretched out her hand to her chest and took off the golden orb:

"You came to me only for this, the last thing left by Black Frankenstein."

When Shuoyue's real body came on the stage, he used his persuasion to resolve Kenniang's knot in her heart. Kenniang was trapped in the illusion created by Shakespeare. She knew there was no hope of escape, and she was grateful for Shuoyue's enlightenment, so she took the initiative to withdraw and turned her ability to control electric current into a gem and gave it to Shuoyue.

This is the only point of intersection between him and Cowles.

Thinking of this, Shuoyue shrank back, avoiding the hand that Coles stretched out involuntarily, and spoke in an indifferent tone.

"But now that things have come to this, Frankenstein can't come back. Since you didn't cherish her from the beginning, who are you showing this weak expression to now?"

"I don't cherish her!" Corless said anxiously, "I just want to see her again..."

Tsk tsk, the love is deep and the righteousness is deep. Ken's mother really made the right choice in choosing him as her groom.

But what does it have to do with me?

The emotionless assassin was about to refuse, but a strange light flashed in the depths of his eyes. The next moment, Colles, who lowered his head, saw a golden gem.

"Here, if a bead can help you, take it." Shuoyue smiled, her eyes gentle. "It would be even better if you could hold your head high and tell me that you have no regrets about your relationship with Frankenstein after summoning her."

Coles could no longer hear what Shuoyue said. He just trembled, staring at the gem that emitted a cold glow, as if he was looking at the girl who had spent a short time with him.

——Really, so you are here.

Is the fragment entrusted to him before his death, that prayer, the orb in his hand?

Corless would not blame Frankenstein for his act of siding with the enemy at that time. He firmly believed that the girl must have received some extraordinary revelation from Shuo Yue before she was willing to give a part of herself to the enemy.

What's more, now Shuo Yue is also a member of their black team.

His mind was in a whirlwind of emotions, but Coles just closed his eyes and recalled the days that flowed quietly like water, as if he and Frankenstein were still sitting in the middle of the lawn, looking up at the sky full of white petals.

After a long time, Cores respectfully returned the orb.

"You looked awesome before, but you didn't look like a magician at all."

"My talent in magic is mediocre, I can't compare to my sister."

Is it because of the change in Shuo Yue's aura, or is it because his behavior made Cores feel good about him? In short, the two of them were finally able to have a conversation like friends.

"For Mother Ken's sake, let me give you another piece of advice. The Thousand World Tree's failure is doomed. In order to reassure the Clock Tower, it is necessary to send someone to the Clock Tower to be a 'hostage', and the candidate must be decent and not too excessive. It’s important, so…”

"Ah, yes, it's just me. I've already realized it."

"As long as you understand, think more about the El-Melloi Classroom in the Modern Magic Department. Boy, that is definitely the best place for heretics like you."

"Am I actually a heretic... Well, thank you anyway."

Coles looked at Shuoyue's gentle smile, thanked him softly, and then said goodbye and left.

There were actually two reasons why he came to see Shuoyue. One was that he couldn't let go of Frankenstein who left without saying goodbye. The other was that he wanted to take advantage of the alliance to discuss the future of the Thousand Worlds Tree with Shuoyue, the special envoy of the Clock Tower.

However, this young man's acuity exceeded Cowles' expectations, and he told him the 'secret' of the clock tower without him having to speak.

Thinking about it this way, could it be that... Shuo Yue is unexpectedly a good person?

Cowles, who had no idea that someone was online, was at a loss.

After Cowles left, Shuo Yue was just about to get up when he saw a little head popping up at the door.

Her golden hair fell down, and her pretty face was half exposed cautiously. Her purple eyes, which were so majestic on the battlefield, now exuded a smart and cunning light.

After noticing Shuo Yue's half-smiling gaze, a certain saint blushed and subconsciously shrank back, but as if she realized something, she pretended to have just arrived and walked out of the cover of the wall, walking towards her with both hands and feet. The young man came.

Joan of Arc: Be righteous and confident.jpg

Let’s take a few chapters to make a daily transition, and then return to the main line.

Chapter 494 Saint and Cat Girl

"Good afternoon, the sun is warm today, it's a good day to sleep~"

"There's nothing I can do about sleeping..." Shuo Yue was only halfway through speaking when a wave of consciousness quickly surged up from his mind, pushing him back.

The young man smiled slightly and looked at the golden-haired saint, saying in a light tone:

"If you want to sleep, it doesn't matter if you lie under the quilt or on the sofa, but just don't stay by my side."

"Really? Do I look like such an indecent person?" Joan of Arc was used to Shuoyue's blunt words. She pretended to be dissatisfied and walked to Shuoyue, then sat down opposite him. She looked at the handsome face and deep eyes of the young man, and couldn't help laughing.

"However, it's really amazing. I didn't expect that after going around and around, you would actually be on the same side as me."

To be honest, Joan of Arc originally thought that she still had to work hard to defeat Shuo Yue, but now it seems that God still favors them.

Thinking of this, a faint blush appeared on the saint's face, and Shuoyue also tilted her head slightly, staring at Joan of Arc's dazzling golden hair in the afternoon sun and her brilliant smile, and pursed her lips.

"Ah."

In the harmonious silence, Shuoyue picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Jeanne. The girl took it with a smile, blew on it for a while, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Yes--

Drink it all in one gulp.

Even Shuoyue was stunned for a moment. He looked at Joan of Arc, whose face was full of "Praise me for being so good". He always felt that this French saint was like a Samoyed with its tongue sticking out. It looked beautiful, but was actually naive and cute.

"Joan of Arc, this is tea."

"Well, what's wrong?"

Looking at the confused saint, Shuoyue sighed and briefly introduced to him the traditional way of drinking tea. As the introduction went on, Joan of Arc's face gradually turned as dark as dusk, and her eyes were shy and timid, almost dripping with tears.

"Hug, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

Jumping up from her seat in a hurry, Jeanne covered her face with her hands and walked around the room, not daring to look directly at Shuo Yue. After the radiator was turned on at full power, she finally regained some of her senses, just in time to see that the piano lid was open.

Out of curiosity, and also because she was shy to talk to Shuo Yue, she put her fingers on the keys.

The piano made pleasant sounds, and Joan of Arc became even more excited after receiving the feedback. She put her hands on the piano with great interest like a child, trying out the timbre of each key, and she didn't even notice Shuoyue quietly coming up behind her.

"Are you interested in the piano, Jeanne?"

Boom! ! !

The sound of different keys hitting Shuo Yue confused Shuo Yue's face. Jeanne turned around in a panic and was about to explain. Recalling her embarrassment when drinking tea just now, she opened her mouth and immediately gave up on herself.

"Woooo, yes, I don't even know how to play the piano, please feel free to make fun of me!"

She was originally a rural girl who was born and raised in the countryside. At the age of thirteen, she went to the front line with a flag and beat people. After beating the enemy for seven years, she was accidentally killed by the FFF regiment. Her situation was truly miserable.

——In this, there really is no chance for Joan of Arc to cultivate her sentiments and play the role of an artistic girl.

Shuoyue had no idea why the girl acted so aggrieved and had tears in her eyes. He moved his fingers slightly, resisted the urge to pinch Joan of Arc's face, then pulled open the piano stool and sat down.

Her fingers wandered over the black and white keys, composing a beautiful tune. The pleasant melody flowed through the room, bringing back the two big bags of tears that Joan of Arc was holding back. She stood beside the piano, feeling the resonance of the strings and her chest, staring intently at Shuo Yue's movements, her eyes full of little stars.

"Wow……"

For her, who was tired of the noise of war and the shouting of men and the neighing of horses, such peaceful and beautiful sounds were truly invaluable.

"It's incredible that you can play a sound like this... I want to play it when I see it."

"Yeah."

Joan of Arc squinted her eyes happily, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the music, and when her emotions accumulated to a certain level, her throat moved slightly.

Before she could speak, 'Revelation' sounded the alarm.

There's someone behind you!

He turned his head as if he had been electrocuted, and in the same place, there was a beautiful female hunter with long emerald green hair, two animal ears, and narrowed her eyes, looking at Jeanne with hostility.

stare……

'Atalanta's' favorability towards 'Joan of Arc' dropped by 99 points.

unknown reason.

After much thought, Ta Miao decided to blame Jeanne herself.

After completing her daily hunting, Atalanta followed the sound of the piano and came here - that was a few minutes ago.

Within a few minutes, she witnessed the saint's soft, persistent, and broken behavior, which directly shattered her cognition.

That judge who was brave and awe-inspiring on the battlefield, and almost risked his life to protect the world, turned out to be this kind of person in ordinary life!

For Atalanta, a huntress who grew up alone without her parents, this sense of dependence must be unforgivable, right?

She does not allow the girl to reveal her weakness to anyone, because Atalanta has understood since she was a child that tears and pleas cannot buy anything. If you want to get the rights you deserve, shoot them down with your own bow and arrows.

...It's hard to imagine that I would become like this. It's a betrayal of everything I experienced as a child.

Being stared at by Atalanta as if she were looking at garbage, Joan of Arc weakly raised her hand: "Excuse me...did I do something wrong?"

Atalanta had an unknown fire in her heart, but since Joan took the initiative to jump up and block the muzzle of the gun, she simply fired her bow:

"As a judge, how can you do this?"

"I, what's wrong with me?"

"You showed weakness, dependence, and no dignity at all in front of your servants... Moreover, you also showed intimacy with Shuo Yue and Black's servants!"

Ta Miao didn't realize that she had exposed her true words. At this time, she was still outputting:

"How can we believe in you, how can we believe in the fairness of the Holy Grail War? Not only that, but what about your dignity as a hero? Does it mean that you can do nothing if you lose your male gender..."

It can only be said that she is worthy of being a huntress. Every arrow she fired hit Miss Jeanne d'Arc's vitals. Before Jeanne d'Arc was about to be defeated, Shuo Yue quietly stood up, came behind Ta Miao, and began to move her hands up and down.

"Listen, even if um... us women... um, we shouldn't, we should... um, um, like that..."

Seeing Ta Miao, whose face showed a look of enjoyment and whose speech became intermittent, Joan of Arc's expression gradually became interesting. She looked at Atalanta, who was lying like a cat, and Shuoyue, who was sitting on the sofa and providing free lap pillow service, with resentful eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Red, how do you feel now?"

"Very, comfortable, um..."

After letting out a comfortable moan, Atalanta's eyes straightened, as if she had turned into a pool of liquid, and she slumped limply on Shuo Yue's thigh, motionless.

What bad thoughts can a cat have?.jpg

Chapter 495 Qin and Song

After her cat nature was satisfied, her shame took over again, so without even a moment to mourn her own loss of composure, Atalanta ran away, probably not daring to meet this couple for a long time.

Shuo Yue tilted his head. Although he understood why Atalanta ran away, he didn't understand her reason for doing so.

Aren't you just teasing the cat when you have nothing to do? Even if my friends come to visit, I have never seen a cat that I keep at home that I don’t want to touch?

——Sakuyue, who completely raised Atalanta like a cat, thought this way.

As for Joan of Arc, she interpreted Atalanta's awkward behavior as completely different emotions. She believed that she had exposed Ta Miao's abominable behavior of cheating, touching, and hugging, and had won back the victory. She was in a state of satisfaction.

However, Ta Miao's appearance also gave Joan of Arc a sense of crisis. She looked at Shuo Yue and proactively said:

"Shuoyue, there is a song, I wonder if you can play it?"

Looking at the new moon with anticipation, Joan of Arc said the name of a piece of music that was passed down by word of mouth during her lifetime.