Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

It is worth mentioning that there was no piano in the 15th century. There was only an instrument called "harpsichord", which originated from Italy. The tone of this harpsichord was not ideal, with a small volume and a single tone. It was not until the 18th century that the German Christopher Lee improved it and the prototype of the modern piano was formed.

Thanks to his abundant knowledge of music theory in his previous life, Shuo Yue also had some understanding of the songs spoken by Joan of Arc, but he just showed a slightly helpless expression and spread his hands and said:

"You also know that the history of this instrument does not border on the era you live in, so..."

"I understand." Joan of Arc sighed with some disappointment, but at this moment, Shuo Yue changed the topic:

"Of course, if you can sing the tune a cappella, I can play it, right?"

"Really?" The girl was startled and looked at the young man suspiciously. She felt that the curve at the corner of his mouth was like a smirk. "You are not trying to trick me into singing for you, are you?"

"In this case, I will put it another way." Shuo Yue was unmoved and just said calmly:

"Dear Miss Joan of Arc, would you like to sing a song for me?"

"What's wrong?" The young man tilted his head in confusion and looked at the girl with serious eyes.

Joan of Arc, holding her red cheeks with both hands, turned her head away, her amethyst-like eyes wandering around, telling of her master's flustered feelings.

"Too, too serious... How can this be so embarrassing..."

"Really, but now I just want to hear you sing?"

"Yet, you still bully me!"

The romantic comedy between the two did not fall into the eyes of others, but someone hidden deep in the assassin's soul almost went crazy laughing.

Compared to Altria, who suppressed her inner feelings and had no idea about matters between men and women, Joan of Arc had never experienced love. However, in romantic France, even a country girl would yearn for the sweet love described in storybooks, right?

Shuoyue, who appeared as a professional agent, was quite straightforward in character, and he also inherited the original's extremely high IQ and EQ - obviously, such a man could always deal a fatal blow to his female companion during the ambiguous period of love, with outstanding results.

Not to mention that the target is a French girl who has just begun to fall in love.

"If...if Shuo Yue also sings together, I can..."

"Really, but you have to let me hear it again, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

In this way, Joan of Arc was easily led in. She cleared her throat, uttered a few syllables tentatively, and began to sing.

It was a simple ballad that was popular among the troops at Christmas time. Gilles de Ray instigated everyone to carry her, who had only heard the song a few times, onto a makeshift stage, causing her to make a fool of herself.

Unwilling to accept the result, she practiced secretly and finally learned the song in her spare time. She was determined to impress everyone, but the increasingly fierce battle made them miss Christmas of the following year.

In the third year, she was captured and could only sing this song quietly in prison.

In the end, she didn't even have time to see the Christmas tree. She embraced the flame on the cross and turned into a white dove soaring in the sky.

The memory slowly fades and blends into the melodious singing voice like flowing water, so time pays homage to it and engraves the past wind and moon in the dusk.

The sound of the piano sounded, blending harmoniously into Joan of Arc's singing. At first it was just a simple tune, but when Shuo Yue finally raised her left hand and started the formal performance, the battlefield that Joan of Arc once walked, the smoke, the singing and the Hope unfolds slowly like a scroll.

Jeanne's eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't help but become a little crazy as the sound of the piano echoed.

Joan of Arc involuntarily clasped her hands together, her singing voice was like the sound of nature, and her soul transcended the barriers of time and talked with the old people in the dark.

Worry, concern, blessing... Joan heard the words and expectations of her comrades. Just when she was about to answer, a beautiful male voice rang out, and the hummed melody turned into a young man in black robe walking into the illusion, standing side by side with Joan. .

His fingertips tapped the keys, Shuoyue closed his eyes and sang aloud, as if a big, broad hand was holding a soft little hand, as if the long necks of swans were intertwined, and as if the Christmas lights were wrapping up the falling snowflakes...Gradually, his singing and the girl's singing merged into one. The memory was distant, but the singing was farther than the distance.

Not far away, Atalanta looked at the two people who were only their outlines, with her animal ears drooping. She snorted softly, turned around and left with firm steps, passing by the silver-haired and red-eyed android girl.

Zig, who was full of thoughts, did not notice Atalanta's face. When she walked to the door of the room, she heard the sound of piano and singing.

Slowing down her movements, Zieg slowly opened the door. The dusk of sunset rushed in, dyeing her eyes a gorgeous golden red.

"Wow……"

Unable to help himself, he made a slight inhaling sound, and what caught his eyes was a picture that told all the good things.

The young man in black robe fluttered as he sat upright beside the piano, playing the piano with a smile on his face; while the blonde saint placed her hands on the piano, looking well-behaved and cute, humming a clear melody, and gazing at her lover with deep affection in her eyes, never leaving for a moment.

It is a wonderful sight that can heal even pain, war and suffering.

When the song ended, Joan of Arc, with a red face, walked to the corner and squatted down. Shuoyue closed the piano cover and looked at Sieg at the door, with a lingering smile on her face.

"Come in, Sieg, what do you want from me?"

He had already noticed the android girl at the door, and presumably Jeanne too.

It's just inexplicable, why did my relationship with her reach this point?

Thinking about irrelevant things, Sieg stood in front of Shuoyue, recalling what she saw today, and pain once again took over her mind.

"Please help me...Teacher, I already don't know what to do."

Chapter 496 Sieg’s dilemma and promise

"I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do.

Facing the android who lowered his head in frustration, another android lying on the ground patted his arm gently.

"Don't take it to heart, you've already done a great job."

Like a dying patient, the android replied with a serious attitude. Sieg recognized the android who fell on the ground. Unlike his fellow humans fighting on the front line, he was a type that was sealed in a magic supply tank, that is, he existed as a human battery.

Sieg found Fiore shortly after waking up and asked her to liberate his compatriots. Perhaps considering the necessity for him and Astolfo, Fiore agreed without much hesitation.

Black does not prevent the artificial people from liberating their own kind, and the artificial people will not take the 'humanoid' with unborn consciousness out of the petri dish - with Astolfo and Sieg coming forward together, Thousand World Tree and Artificial beings have struck such a delicate balance.

Soon after the rescue operation was launched, Sieg, who was patrolling around, witnessed what happened before him.

Their artificial human is a product on the production line. In a production that does not pursue quality but only quantity, it is certainly worthwhile to be happy that it can be born completely, but there is no need to be surprised if it is a defective product from the beginning.

Even if she has flaws in her own race, she cannot abandon them, otherwise she would be no different from those magicians.

But, could she just watch her compatriots die from congenital defects?

Astolfo was called away by Chiron, and Siegfried walked alone in the busy corridor of the androids with worries that no one knew about. When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in a large room full of androids.

Whether they are combat androids injured on the battlefield or battery-type androids with congenital disabilities, they are all concentrated here.

"Ah..."

The smell of blood filled his nostrils. Sieg became dazed and found himself lying on the cold floor, breathing with difficulty.

Just like her difficult life.

The next moment, she was leaning in the room, shivering and twitching. The incompleteness of her nervous system made her lose control of her body. She could only count the days until her own death in the darkness.

Time began to flow backwards. This time, she was running on the battlefield with a long axe in her hand. Suddenly, a green light flashed, and accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain, an arm and the weapon fell off together, and were trampled into mud by the warhorse.

Another Sieg woke up from severe pain. The young magician showed no mercy and ordered the demon to punch her in the chest. He used the extent of her damage to judge the performance of the demon, as if he regarded her as a human being. Moving sandbags.

The scene changed, and the silver tweezers flashed with a cold luster. Amid Sieg's screams, her eyeballs were taken out, and the blood vessels connected to her eyeballs floated helplessly in the air. The dim pupils reflected the sadistic face of the necromancer. Her hands brushed over Sieg's body, cutting her skin bit by bit like unwrapping a gift, then grabbed her head and pulled it hard!

"Uh!"

In an instant, everything returned to reality. Sieg felt that her body was intact, but she was not happy at all.

Looking around, we can see the androids with damaged respiratory systems, the androids with underdeveloped nervous systems, the androids with broken arms and hands and feet, the androids that were beaten to death by demon dolls, and the flesh and skin of Serenekai, which were torn off. An artificial man who lost his eyes...

Those are her compatriots, those are her compatriots who are suffering but she can't do anything about.

How can a race that cannot continue, has no technology, and is extremely weak, survive in this world?

The delusions that hurt her have dissipated, but the dome-like darkness has enveloped Sieg. The despair is so deep that it almost makes people crazy, so Sieg would rather hide back in the painful illusion.

Because in this case, the damage inflicted on the androids can still be traced, but the situation of the androids before her cannot be solved overnight, nor does it stem from any war or sacrifice.

That is the sadness that is rooted in the deepest part of this group.

The scene before him reminded Sieg all the time that they were not free, they were just slaves who depended on the magician for survival, and were not much nobler than the domestic animals raised by humans or the animals in the circus.

If they were freed from the humans who harmed and oppressed them, within a year, these artificial beings would completely disappear from this world.

So what if she contracts a former hero? The situation of a nation never changes because of the strength of one person.

No matter how powerful she is, how can she cope with the dangers and winds coming from all directions?

Sieg almost gave up hope, her red pupils lost their luster, but at this moment, a deafening laugh rang out from the bottom of her heart.

There once was a berserker who, with his dagger held high, rebelled against his oppressors.

The light of his self-sacrifice was like the sun, slowly rising in the heart of the immature artificial heart.

Spartacus, the rebellious mad warrior, in his eyes, wasn't the world full of oppression and dictatorship?

But he did not stop. Even though his arms were broken and his legs were shattered, he still shouted the name of rebellion, letting the spirit of resistance bloom on the battlefield and letting everyone witness his awakening.

——You have to do it yourself, no, you have to do it.

With this determination in mind, Sieg sat in front of Shuoyue.

As the teacher who helped her get out of danger and guided her to save her compatriots, Sieg had wishful thinking that Shuo Yue would give her a selfless helping hand.

However, she was wrong.

"I don't think I can help you with anything, Sieg." Shuo Yue picked up the tea cup and sipped it carefully. The rising white mist obscured his face.

"What's more, isn't the solution right in front of you on how to do it?"

"What do you mean?" Sieg couldn't believe it. "Could it be that you want us artificial humans to continue begging for the protection of the Thousand World Tree, even if we have to sacrifice our compatriots and be treated as meaningless consumables!"

In her opinion, this teacher is the most unlikely person to let an android do this!

Faced with Siege's questioning, Shuo Yue neither confirmed nor denied. He just drank tea quietly without saying a word.

The purpose of placing Siegur's chess piece on Black has been achieved. There is no need for him to continue to play the role of a close mentor. Rather, he hopes that Siegur will not be able to think about it and just make a big fuss to add some trouble to Black. It would be best if It can create a split to further weaken Black's power, allowing Blue to reap the benefits.

Under this premise, how could Shuo Yue help Sieg?

But he ignored that in this room, there was another person who did not call herself a saint, but strictly held herself to the standards of a saint——

"If you can, please help her, Shuo Yue."

Joan of Arc grabbed Shuoyue's shoulders and shook her gently, as if she was acting coquettishly.

When she first visited Milenia Castle, she was deeply concerned about the plight of the androids. Now that Sieg had told them all about the plight of the androids, Joan of Arc became even more determined in her inner thoughts.

——You can say that Miss Joan of Arc is not good in this and that, but her moral level is just like the part of her chest, which always occupies an absolute high ground.

If Joan of Arc wasn't only good at fighting and poking people in the eyes (the victim: the marshal), and knew nothing about such things, she would have rolled up her sleeves and actively participated in the rescue operation of the androids.

Seeing that Shuoyue didn't answer, Jeanne pouted her lips. She couldn't help but feel an impulse in her heart, which made her bite the young man's cheek.

When she raised her body, the girl's pretty face turned red and she tried her best to pretend to be fierce:

"Okay, I've paid you the deposit, help me quickly!"

Help you instead of artificial people...

Shuo Yue caressed his cheek gently, a burning touch like fire passed between his fingers. Under Joan's shy and timid gaze, his pupils turned to platinum for a moment, and were replaced by overwhelming iridescent blue.

"it is good."

Chapter 497: Use a honey trap on Amakusa

All matters have been dealt with. Although the four knight servants have been lost, two new servants have joined, one of which is the famous King Arthur. In a sense, the biggest difficulty has been overcome now.

Heroic spirits are unruly, straightforward, and noble, and at the same time they do not hesitate at all. When they first reported their true names, it was reasonable even if they were killed.

However, there are still many ups and downs waiting for him in the future. Who is the real murderer who killed the master? Did the murderer choose to stop him in this way after fully understanding the red square and knowing the wishes of Shiro Amakusa?

Amakusa sat down on the throne that originally belonged to Semiramis, gazing at the distant sky. The sorrow in his heart made him unable to find peace.

"So, Master, how does it feel to sit on this throne?"

I don't know when Semiramis suddenly appeared in physical form. Amakusa said "I'm sorry" and was about to leave the throne, but the empress gently held his shoulders, walked around behind him, and touched her delicate red lips. Whisper into the boy's ear:

"It's okay. Just continue sitting. How does it feel to sit on the throne? You can imagine the scene where all the heroes bow down to you. That must be an incomparable pleasure, right? Wouldn't you feel a sense of pride as a king? Don't you want to indulge in the pleasure of dominating everything?"

Amakusa shook his head wordlessly, then held the hand on his shoulder and stood up slowly and firmly.

"Unfortunately, dominating others doesn't seem to suit me very well. It's better for you to take this seat."

Hearing what he said, the empress showed a slightly dissatisfied expression, but she still sat on the throne.

"It's really boring. Since you are my master, I allow you to say 'this world belongs to me'."

"If I were that kind of Master, I would probably be dead a long time ago. You would definitely kill me while saying, 'There is no need for two kings in this world,' or something like that."

Seeing that Amakusa casually revealed this fact, the empress clicked her tongue without any regrets: