Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Well, as expected of you."

"Ah, what a refreshing battle... If I don't use my immortality, I won't be a match for Shuoyue." As Shuoyue let go of Ta-meow, Achilles also strolled over, his injuries healed as before, "Your current strength is only one level lower than that of a top-level servant."

"Thank you, I'm not at my peak now after all." Shuo Yue nodded reservedly, not denying Achilles's judgment.

Although Sakutsuki, who debuted with a job class, lost the Heart of the Dragon, his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception were specialized, making him even more lethal. He also has the third spell for endurance, so he is indeed at the level of a first-class Servant, and can even potentially fight top-level Servants.

"As for me, I have become a top servant." The young man said with a smile in the white-gold light group of the Sea of ​​Souls, "What's more, His Majesty is still there in the shadow of the imaginary number. I didn't expect that I would also go there without knowing it. This is the step forward.”

Being able to actually feel one's progress is a joyful thing for anyone.

Perhaps infected by his own emotions, Shuo Yue's expression relaxed slightly in front of Achilles and Atalanta, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve.

"It's really a pleasure to be with you."

"Huh?" Achilles opened his mouth wide.

"Meow?" Atalanta's eyes widened.

It's not that I don't agree with Shuo Yue's speech, it's that such disgusting words should never have been spoken by this assassin!

Obviously Shuo Yue also realized this. His expression stiffened and he hurried away without even making an excuse, leaving the Greek duo looking at each other.

"Is Shuo Yue... sick?"

"How is that possible? No, maybe it is true."

Not far away, the cold moonlight fell on the fair skin. A thin-faced spearman leaned against a big tree. The red eye shadow at the corners of his eyes made him look lifelike, like a warrior walking out of an epic painting.

Red, Karna.

He came here when the three of them were fighting, and naturally discovered Shuo Yue's anomaly.

He didn't doubt Shuo Yue's mystery, but he was very concerned about Shuo Yue's reaction.

"She expressed shock at such a normal speech, and on the other hand, she was unhappy. However, Shuo Yue did not show any resistance, which means that Shuo Yue does not hate the relationship between us."

Karna sorted out his thoughts. To some extent, it is not an exaggeration to say that the "insights of the poor" are Karna's revelations.

"In other words, subjectively it means closeness, but objectively it means opposition..."

Just like a bystander watching indifferently, after already knowing the destined ending, the young man decided not to pay extra emotions.

So--

The hero who gave alms raised his eyes and watched Shuoyue's hurriedly departing back quietly.

What exactly happened that made Shuoyue always alert and keep a distance from his servants?

Thinking of this, the painful deaths of the masters naturally flowed into his mind. At the same time, the girl's vague, silver bell-like laughter rang in Karna's heart, making him grasp the mysterious and absurd guess.

Looks like we need to revisit the Empress's Sky Garden."

No, something's wrong.

Something was going in the wrong direction from the start.

This is not me... No, this is me.

It shouldn’t be me now!

The leisurely mood has long been forgotten, Shuo Yue walked through the corridor with a cold face, and her heart was in a mess.

Will such a state have any impact on the next actions?

What went wrong in any aspect that made me so weak?

No, this is not weakness, this feeling is beautiful, and the third law also speaks of this.

But it shouldn’t appear at this time!

"Lord Sakutsuki."

Looking up, an android dressed as a maid bowed and paid respect to the mentor who taught the android heroes. Shuo Yue also stepped forward and grabbed her arm unceremoniously.

"You, come here with me."

"But, there is still work..."

"Those things are not important!"

Huh——Like some impatient ferocious beast, Shuoyue panted violently, quickly pulled the woman, dragged her into his room, and slammed the door.

——Such a scene full of misunderstandings fell into the eyes of other artificial humans, and was then reported to the leader.

The leader named 'Dur' did not hesitate to approach Sieg, who was discussing the matter with Joan of Arc and others, and calmly explained the matter in front of many people, including Fiore Corles. Number report.

As we all know, asking an artificial person with imperfect emotional functions to explain will only make things worse.

Ever since... Black, who had just calmed down, fell into restlessness again.

Although this chapter can be written with more than 3,000 words... but allow me to be lazy and save some for the manuscript (laughing and crying).

Chapter 504: Shocked, Joan of Arc is suspected of falling in love? !

boom!

The door that had just been violently closed screamed again, and the combat boots that had kicked the wooden door away were retracted, but the owner did not rush in. Instead, there was a shove and shove at the door. In the end, it was the guardian and hero of the androids, Sieg, who plucked up his courage, rushed in, and poured out the words he had prepared.

"Teacher, this is not okay! If you want to do that kind of thing, just come to me!"

As soon as these words came out, a powder keg was detonated.

"What are you talking about, Sieg!" The blonde saint jumped out in fear, covering her face and peeking out through her fingers. "That kind of thing, that kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable! No matter who you are or who you are, it's not allowed!"

"Well, I don't think Mr. Shuo Yue should be such a person, so please let me Kangkang..."

"No, sister, as a younger brother, I have the obligation to take the risk for you first!"

Colles held Fiore who was pushing the wheelchair, but in their excitement, the two of them got into a mess. Colles fell on his sister and was carried by the wheelchair and bumped into Joan of Arc on the back.

"Ah, what!"

"No, be careful!"

Just by listening to the sound, one could feel the mess, like Newton's cradle. Fiore and her brother stopped, but Joan of Arc screamed and rushed forward involuntarily - and fell into Shuoyue's knees!

At this time, Shuo Yue was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the way Jeanne fell down looked like the indescribable scenes in some short videos.

The masculine scent hit her face, and the virginal Jeanne's brain suddenly shut down. She raised her head in confusion, only to see Shuo Yue's wandering eyes and her Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Can you get up now?"

"Ah, ah! I'm so sorry!"

Amidst the chaos, the female creature who was first dragged into the door by Shuo Yue was sitting on a chair in front of the window. She was intact and neatly dressed. She greeted all the uninvited guests who came in with her usual calm attitude.

"Good evening, Lord Fiore, Lord Corless, Lord Sieg and Lord Joan of Arc."

It was like reporting the number of rolls to be eaten, or like reading the book of life and death drawn by the god of death. Everyone's hair stood on end, just because a pair of rainbow blue eyes filled with murderous intent had lit up faintly.

Like Mordred and the Lion, Jeanne went straight back to the church after finishing her discussions with Black.

Firstly, she is the arbiter after all and should not stay in Black's camp at will; secondly, she is too shy...

Who would have thought that Shuo Yue really just randomly picked up an android and did nothing to her?

[I just found a random reference to test my physical and mental state]

Thinking of Shuo Yue's explanation after repairing them, and how she was caught off guard when she jumped into Shuo Yue's arms, Jeanne couldn't help but swing her arms so hard that she didn't even know that a layer of the window glass had been wiped off.

Shame... so shameful! It is simply a disgrace to be a saint!

How could you panic because of a one-sided report! Sieg is also serious, how could he say such a thing!

If you really want to do it, I will do it...

No, no, what am I thinking!

Frightened by her own thoughts, Jeanne's head became dizzy. As a result, her body swayed and she fell off the bench.

thump!

"Are you okay, Miss Jeanne?"

Sister Alma, who was in charge of the church, hurried over and saw the blonde saint falling to the ground, holding her buttocks in grievance. It was obvious that she had successfully landed softly.

"Okay, it hurts..."

"Oh, you are really..."

A moment later, with tears in her eyes, Jeanne helped Alma cook the stew. As she was stirring the cylindrical pot that was beginning to emit an alluring aroma, Alma, who was toasting bread beside her, suddenly spoke:

"Joan of Arc, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

“Do you believe in the Lord?”

Hearing such an abrupt question, Jeanne turned around in a daze. Alma smiled with a hint of confusion as he waited for the girl's answer.

Of course, I believe it.”

"Those who believe will be saved. This is a saying that is often ridiculed in the world. Are those who do not believe unable to receive salvation from the Lord, or does the Lord never think of saving them?"

"This, in fact, the most fundamental premise is already wrong... It is too arrogant to want to be redeemed before the age of suffering."

Rejoice with those who rejoice, and cry with those who cry; that is the prerequisite for being a believer.

Really? Does that have something to do with the fact that you haven't been redeemed?"

The kitchen suddenly fell silent.

After hearing what Alma said, Jeanne looked at the stew in the long pot and shook her head silently.

"No, this has nothing to do with me. Moreover, being burned at the stake is not the result of not receiving God's redemption. That... I just chose my own destiny."

The stew is finally done.

…Alma seems to be a watcher of the Holy Church who was ordered to monitor the Eugene Domirenia clan. If she finds any movement, she will report it immediately. If not, she will perform her duties as a nun in the church. Although it is not an easy task, there has been no movement worthy of attention in the twenty years she has been in office.

The drastic change in Qianjieshu's behavior started a few months ago. Relatives gathered from all over the world, rituals held all night long, a large amount of materials transported to the city, and there were obvious signs of the use of powerful magic.

At this juncture, a visitor who called herself 'Joan of Arc' and looked like a saintly girl knocked on the door of the church.

"Since when did you know about me?"

"At first, I thought you were a magician from Yggdomirenia, because there are really few tourists in this city. But after that, I was immediately surprised when I received the contact."

"Well, if you think I'm a magician, why would you let me stay here?"

"Oh, because this has nothing to do with that? We have always opened our doors to people who come to this church for help."

Seeing Alma's elegant smile, Joan of Arc couldn't help but smile too.

After revealing their identities, the exchange of information between the two was quite smooth - Joan of Arc learned that apart from the fact that the supervisor sent by the Holy Church went on a rampage, she knew nothing else and had no intention of participating in the fight for the Holy Grail. , chose to continue to wait and see; and Alma also received a promise from Joan of Arc that she would handle the matter perfectly.

At the end of dinner, or rather supper, Jeanne couldn't help but say:

Um, can I ask you one last thing?"

"Well, what's going on?"

"Why did you go out of your way to reveal your identity to me? Although it won't cause any disputes, it's actually not necessary."

"Oh, you forgot something very important, Jeanne."

Facing the confused girl, Alma showed a mischievous smile:

"Joan d'Arc, you are a great saint who brings light to this world. Isn't it natural to want to talk to such a person?"

"Eh, ah, uh... speaking of it, is there such a reason? But that... some great saintess, bringing light to this world, I think it is a bit exaggerated..."

Jeanne lowered her head shyly. Indeed, her real name was well-known in the world, otherwise she would not have been summoned here as a Servant.

But when I hear other people express their admiration for me face to face, I always feel an itch in my heart, but this feeling soon fades away.

"But, that guy doesn't seem to be enthusiastic about me at all..."

"what?"

"Ah! It's nothing, it's nothing, really! I mean, today's food is delicious, although I would rather eat his... Ah, no, it's nothing, I said it wrong, sorry!"

Looking at the saint who was waving her hands in panic, Alma narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

After dinner and prayer, Alma opened the secret compartment of the desk, took out the church diary, and began to record today's events.