Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Joan of Arc's silence made Atalanta fall into further madness. She held her head in pain, letting the black air on her arms burn her face. At this moment, she had lost her natural beauty, and all she had was desperate struggle like a trapped beast in a cage.

【Forgiveness is in the present moment】

Footsteps and chanting were heard one after another. When the three looked in the direction of the sound, an English gentleman in a coat walked out from the shadows. Under the restraint of his walking stick, his vague outline turned into ashes and disappeared in the golden light.

"Hmm?" After seeing the three people confronting each other, a puzzled voice sounded, and the young gentleman paused slightly, as if he wanted to pretend that nothing had happened and stay away from this place of trouble, but under Altria's deathly gaze, he still smiled bitterly and saluted with his hand on his chest.

"Good evening ladies, you're not having a particularly nice day today, are you?"

Artoria snorted lightly, and Joan of Arc fell into a strange silence. Atalanta did not look at him, but stared straight at the golden light ball floating in Shuoyue's hand. A feeling of suffocation enveloped her.

"What did you just...do?"

When Joan of Arc and Artoria were both on the opposite side of her, Atalanta at least hoped that Shuoyue would firmly tell the answer she wanted to hear.

As long as he is willing to lend a helping hand, Atalanta will definitely shake it back; as long as he speaks words of comfort, the warmth will definitely make her grateful for the rest of her life.

So please, please help me, don't abandon me like my father did -

With pleading eyes, Shuoyue lowered his brows and took out a card from his pocket. The card flickered with a faint light, and then dimmed in an instant.

There was a 'click', and the sound seemed to come from the nine heavens, but it drove Atalanta into the deepest netherworld.

"The time has come." The young gentleman said among the flying card debris, "Let's put an end to this."

"What, don't--" Realizing that something was wrong, Atalanta raised the Bow of the Sky, but her arms were shaking uncontrollably, and she couldn't aim the arrow at the young man no matter what. She could only bite her lips until they bled, tears streaming down her face, as she watched Shuoyue close her eyes lightly, her deep voice resonating with the atmosphere.

"I swear by my flesh--"Give mercy to this soul."

The white-gold aura instantly broke through the atmosphere, soaring straight into the sky like a pillar of light. It was like a sharp iron needle that penetrated from the inside out, piercing the shell of the miserable world and reaching heaven.

It blew up the gentleman's coat, expanded at an extremely fast speed, passed over Atalanta who stretched out her hand to hold her back, and wiped out all the children behind her. Before the imminent destruction, the children showed no unwillingness. They just stood hand in hand and accepted it all with empty eyes.

That nihilistic look hurt Arturia and Joan of Arc, and opened an indelible wound in Atalanta's heart, dripping with blood.

In another corner of the illusion, a woman was holding a small child. The blood that flowed out due to the backlash had dried up. In the severe pain and trance, she heard the black magician's cards in her body collapse little by little, wailing and turning into dust and dissipating.

The remaining evil thoughts in the illusion swarmed towards the dying mother, but even so, she still held the unconscious girl tightly in her arms. Even though her consciousness was about to end and her face was as pale as a ghost, she refused to let go.

"I won't abandon you again, little Jack..."

Golden light appeared, echoing the purifying power in the distance. The distant utopia protected the ill-fated mother and son, saving them from the final disaster, until dawn broke and the fog of despair was dispelled by the streets of Romania.

The fog cleared, and somewhere in the deserted place, the heroes finally saw each other's faces clearly.

You killed them.”

Like a wounded beast, Atalanta stood up staggeringly and cast a desperate look at Shuoyue.

Regarding the unfamiliar title, Shuo Yue was stunned for a moment, but she still nodded calmly:

"Yes, I did kill them - if you consider them as living things."

He is an enemy, an existence that is absolutely incompatible with me——

But why is my heart so painful? !

Atalanta slowly stood up, trying to fill her heart with murderous intent, and shouted in a trembling voice:

"Really, are you also one of those who abandon them? Those children just want to live, are you also one of those who want to trample on them!?"

"No matter what I say, you won't accept it." The young gentleman sighed, and Atalanta almost broke her teeth in the face of that guilt-free gesture.

"Those children can be saved!"

"They can't be saved. After all, these things are evil spirits. So no matter how much they crave warmth, anyone who gives them warmth will be trampled by them."

"Shut up!"

The arrow flew off the bowstring and shot towards the young man in front, but Shuoyue did not move. He just stared into Atalanta's tearful eyes and let his shoulder be shot through.

"Sakuyue...!"

"Are you OK!"

Artoria and Joan of Arc reacted immediately, but Atalanta turned her spearhead on them the moment they spoke, her anger pouring out with the flying arrows.

"They can be saved... they can be saved...! Even if my power is not enough, I should be able to save them with the power of the Holy Grail!"

"The Holy Grail..." Joan of Arc slightly widened her eyes while holding back the flag.

Can such an empty and painful wish to save all suffering children really be fulfilled by the Holy Grail?

"Holy Grail." Another voice sounded from Shuoyue's mouth. He murmured in a low voice and finally came back to his senses from the inexplicable emotion. He pulled out the arrow from his shoulder and broke it, then stretched out his arm towards the dawn in the sky.

"Come on, the dawn horizon that burns the seas!"

Under the miracle of magic, the brilliant dawn took on substance, and the slender giant sword spread out like the wings of a devil, wantonly burning the surrounding atmosphere and falling with a roar.

"Hmm!" Atalanta sensed the crisis and had to stop her movements and withdraw from the attack range of the divine sword. The cool breeze of dawn slightly dissipated the madness in her eyes. She took a deep look at Shuo Yue and quickly withdrew from his warning range.

"I will never forgive you, Moon! I will never forgive your actions! Just wait! I, Atalanta, will shoot you all to death without sparing a single one!"

The figure of the huntress disappeared in the darkness before dawn. Shuoyue watched for a long time before turning around and looking at Liudao Lingxia lying on the ground, dying, and Jack the Ripper sleeping in her arms.

...No, thanks to the mother's efforts, her child has escaped from his tragic fate.

Artoria knelt in front of her, inspiring the power of Avalon, while Joan of Arc stood not far away, giving him a complicated look.

Facing the light, Shuoyue held his forehead with his hand and sighed softly:

"Sure enough, people have their limits..."

Chapter 510: Joan of Arc is defeated and Dumao awakens

Atalanta left, and the only 'outsider' left here was Jeanne d'Arc. Facing this saint, Shuo Yue unexpectedly fell into silence.

It was helpless to say that even though Ru Shuoyue had thought carefully, he did not expect that Joan of Arc and Atalanta would break in at this moment, and there was no suitable response plan at all.

This kind of thing should have been thought about in the fantasy world, but Liu Dao Lingxia's black magician card is connected with Shuo Yue. Once it is broken, it will sound an alarm. It is precisely because Liu Dao Lingxia understands that as an ordinary person, she cannot be in the fantasy world. After waiting for too long, he would directly activate the baptismal chant, directly destroying the illusion.

With his hasty action, not only did he miss the right opportunity to unlock Atalanta, he even had no room for buffering, so he had to face Joan's doubts head-on.

As a person who switched to the black side, but still got together with the enemies of the red side, this ironclad fact was enough to make Joan of Arc guess.

Although I still want at least one person to monitor one side of the camp to prevent accidents, it seems that I have to withdraw early now...

Sighing inwardly, Shuoyue coughed lightly and looked up at Jeanne d'Arc.

"You don't have anything to say,?"

"Joan of Arc?"

Strange... Shuo Yue frowned and looked up and down at Joan of Arc who was stuck in place like a wooden stick.

Even if you are shocked by the fact that he rebelled, you shouldn't be so silent, right? Speaking of which, has this stupid saint been in this state since I appeared?

Shuoyue could feel that Joan of Arc was looking at him, but she was not just looking at him. The morning sun rose from the sky, facing the tall and straight back of the English gentleman and illuminating the brilliant blonde hair of the French girl. Even the colorful clouds in the sky could not find a color more shy than the girl's face.

"Qing Shuo Yue, um..." Arturia could feel a wave of heat coming towards her face. It was heat of a different nature from the sun. "Although I don't quite understand it, Miss Joan of Arc seems a little excited."

Excited? A question mark popped up on Shuo Yue's forehead.

I haven't even admitted it yet. Does the mere possibility of returning to the red side make Jeanne so angry? Can't even speak?

But don't underestimate Dai Mao's intuition. She was right. Joan of Arc was indeed in a state of excitement at this moment. Leticia who was in her soul was almost overwhelmed by the saint's muttering.

"So handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome! Why in God's name can he be so handsome?"

This is not a reserved and gentle saint. She is even more fanatical than Astolfo, whose reason has evaporated!

Just like in Kamen Rider Build, when Sakutsuki changed into British style, the law of victory was already determined.

As a simple girl in France in the 14th century, Joan of Arc could not resist the culmination of elegance that had evolved countless times in Europe, the uncrowned king of the clothing kingdom - the suit.

The glow filled the street and the breeze blew in the face. The assassin took off his simple robe and put on a slim dark suit with an Erster coat. He looked particularly calm and elegant. His diamond-like iridescent blue eyes and thick His neat white hair fully expresses his gentlemanly temperament.

It's hard to say to others, but to Joan of Arc, this is the best combination.

"What's going on? Shuo Yue just changed her clothes! Why is it so, so hard to take your eyes away!"

The girl's heart was screaming. Joan, who had always held herself to the standards of a saint, was at a loss for the first time. She almost forgot to think under Shuo Yue's gaze.

“Miss Saint, Miss Saint! Calm down!” Leticia tried to clear her head of screams and stuck her head out. “You don’t want Shuoyue to suspect you’re a fool who’s obsessed with love, a love-brained person, right?”

Love brain? ! Joan of Arc suddenly woke up.

How is this possible! I am a saint, Joan of Arc! It’s so shameless to think about love and all that!

What's more, there is someone watching him, and he is from the Red Team, a suspicious person who communicates with Shuoyue privately!

"Hmm." Jeanne coughed lightly, glanced at Shuo Yue quickly, and then looked away and said, "I do have something to ask you about clothes... No, what are you doing here tonight?"

clothing? Shuo Yue patted his suit in confusion, but still ignored Joan's slip of the tongue and said frankly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"That's good...eh?"

Jeanne's eyes widened, suspecting that she heard wrongly: "It has nothing to do with... and me?"

"Well, I have been in contact with the sixth director Lingxia for a long time." Shuo Yue pursed her lips and forced a smile, trying to get through. "I came to Sighisoara this time to fulfill the contract. As for the details, I'm sorry. I can't say."

This is the best way that Shuo Yue can think of at the moment. As long as she puts on a proper mysterious attitude, Joan of Arc will be embarrassed to continue speaking. She will only think about the reasons and possibilities for Shuo Yue to do this, and will not directly attribute Shuo Yue to the red group. square.

And even a private investigation would take enough time to delay the decisive battle.

Thinking of this, Shuoyue glanced at Jeanne d'Arc's stiff expression and sighed inwardly.

But sure enough... this reason even seems lame to me.

It's strange to say that he can come up with thousands of plans to deceive the saint, but when it comes to confronting him, he can't say it out anyway.

Forget it, just be prepared to be exposed.

Just when Shuo Yue closed her eyes and was about to bend her neck to be killed, she heard the other person stuttering:

"Yes... yes, there is nothing we can do about it, um, um, I understand."

? ”

This time, not only Sakutsu, but also Artoria looked at the girl next to her, surprised by her reply.

What's going on, girl? You are the judge.

But for Joan of Arc, her ability to organize sentences smoothly and give a reply is already the greatest reserve of a referee.

"He is smiling at me! Leticia, did you see it? Shuoyue smiled, he has me in his heart! What should I do? Is my expression weird?"

It's more than just strange, Lady Jeanne... Leticia held her forehead with her hand. The look on her face, with the corners of her mouth relaxed but trying hard to hold it in, and her facial muscles constantly twitching, it would be strange if it wasn't noticed!

I can't bear it any longer, let me save the Holy Lady!

However, when this expression of Joan of Arc fell into Shuo Yue's eyes, a deeper misunderstanding arose.

Is this, this expression, really so angry that you can't even pretend? Is this matter so worth getting angry about?

As if a 'ding dong' sound came from somewhere, the stiff expression on Joan's face suddenly changed. She covered her lips with her hands, adjusted for a moment and then lowered her arms. What was displayed in front of everyone was a perfect lady's style... …Fake laugh.

"Then, I'll take my leave now. Goodbye, everyone."

Without waiting for a response, Joan of Arc turned around and disappeared around the corner of the street step by step. A moment later, the sound of rapid running reached Shuo Yue's ears.

"As expected...are you very angry?" There was a barely perceptible trace of guilt on the young man's face.

"No, maybe that's not the case, Mr. Shuo Yue." Artoria thought thoughtfully. She didn't have the same subjective judgment as Shuo Yue. Instead, she made some guesses about Joan's condition, "Maybe it's because of other reasons? "

For example, dressing and so on... It is rare to see Shuoyue dressed so formally. Even at the most formal moment, he was only wearing a suit.

Thinking of this, Altria couldn't help but look up and down at Shuoyue's clothes. Facts proved that Benedict Cumberbatch's dressing skills were as top-notch as his detective skills.

Although Merlin is trash, there is a saying that is true, a person is only as good as his clothes... But it is really rare for that child to lose his composure like this.

Ah, if it were me, what would I think Shuo Yueqing would look good on?

With such divergent thinking, Daimao opened a door called "Shuoyue Nuannuan" in his mind.

The silver-white armor was perfect, the purple battle armor was also ideal, the blue-and-white striped casual clothes, the black-and-gold suit, and now this look...

Ah, is it too much?

Altria suddenly realized it, and at this time, Shuoyue had put aside his worries about Jeanne and walked towards Liudao Lingxia.

"How's it going? Are there any questions?"

After losing the replacement card of the black magician, the sixth director Lingxia had to convert her life force into magic power to supply little Jack. At this time, she looked a little pale, but she smiled with a sense of peace of mind.

"Little Jack is fine, and of course I will be fine too."