Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Mr. Archibald! Is Mr. Archibald here?" The counter clerk on duty raised his voice and looked around for the last group of guests on the list of guests who had not yet been called. (Yi Yan) Everyone in the hotel has always been very concerned about this super VIP who has booked an entire floor of suites on the top floor. In a sense, he is the important person that the hotel least wants to have problems with.

"Mr. Archibald! Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here. Please don't worry." A calm and steady voice answered from behind. The counter staff looked back and felt puzzled. The person who spoke to him was a Japanese man wearing an old coat and had an unremarkable appearance.

This joke was really not funny. Just when the counter clerk was very unhappy and was about to criticize him, the man's eyes made him unable to move. There was a mysterious attraction that made him unable to take his eyes off the other person, and he couldn't even speak.

"I am Kenneth El-Melloi Archipelud. My wife and I have already taken refuge." The strange Oriental man's voice was calm and clear. Under the effect of the magic of suggestion, the counter clerk's thoughts were fuzzy and he believed what the man said without any doubt.

Is that so? Ah, that’s right. So they have already evacuated.”

The counter clerk checked "evacuated" on the list in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer felt any doubts or abnormalities about the conversation with the gentleman just now.

After watching the counter staff hurriedly leave to deal with other refugees, Emiya Kiritsugu walked away from the crowd. After making sure no one noticed him, he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"I'm ready, how about you?"

"There's nothing unusual. You can do it anytime."

The person on the other end of the line was his partner, Hisau Maiya, who was located on the upper floor of a high-rise building still under construction, diagonally opposite the Fuyuki Hyatt Hotel. That was the room that could monitor Kenneth at the closest distance.

Kiritsugu exhaled lightly, took out a cigarette paper package from his pocket with one hand, and entered a number into his mobile phone with the other hand, but paused slightly on the last button, and couldn't help looking at the brightly lit building.

After the plan was changed, the bomb was set up much faster than expected - in fact, when Sakutsuki arrived at the Excelle Building, Kiritsugu had already made all preparations to blow up the building.

If the explosion was carried out at that time, not only would the Master Kenneth fall freely from a height of 150 meters, he would not be able to survive no matter what kind of magic barrier he used to defend himself, but the Master...

Unfortunately, he deliberately increased the equivalent on the first floor of the hotel.

An explosion at almost zero distance - even that Shuo Yue would not be able to escape unscathed.

It’s not some flirtatious girl (fog).

Despite having such a good opportunity in front of him, Emiya Kiritsugu remained silent, choosing to watch the guests in the hotel evacuate collectively before starting the explosion.

Why wait?

Hadn't he already decided to use himself as a balance, making the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City the final bloodshed of mankind? For this, those travelers were necessary sacrifices.

but……

——This is a very reasonable strategy, yes, that’s what he convinced himself.

This fake show was designed to make Kenneth and Shuoyue let down their guard and concentrate on fighting each other, to prevent him from discovering the existence of other traps.

In fact, this strategy did work. The two magicians were absolutely confident in their own abilities, especially the Master, who knew that he would make some moves tonight, but still confidently climbed to the 32nd floor. Little did they know that the entire floor would completely collapse and swallow them up.

But is this the only thing I really think?

Could it be that the sadness in his heart was causing trouble unconsciously, as he wanted to provide shelter to unrelated travelers?

If this were true, such fatal naivety would surely cost one's life on the battlefield.

In order to calm the slight hesitation in his heart, Kiritsugu lit up another cigarette.

At this moment, the vague and unreal shouts of the counter staff came from a distance, but they were like sharp arrows piercing his eardrums and into his heart.

"Ms. Illya? Is Miss Illya here?"

Chapter 59 The Person Called "Emiya Kiritsugu"

"Ms. Illya? Miss Illya is here..."

The counter staff's shout was interrupted by a low and hurried voice.

"Please give me the roster."

"Ah, good, good."

No magic was used, but the expression on the man's face was so terrifying and empty that the counter clerk's will was easily crushed, and he handed over the list in his hand in a daze.

Emiya Kiritsugu snatched it away and quickly flipped through it, finally stopping at an extremely familiar name.

【Illyasviel von Einzbern】

Room No.

Emiya Kiritsugu's fingertips began to tremble.

He remembered, he remembered clearly, that his daughter, Illyasviel, was born on an extremely cold night in 1986.

But how could she have come here? From the faraway city of winter?

After handing the list back to the counter staff, Emiya Kiritsugu looked in the direction of the Hyatt Hotel and closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

Then, move your legs.

If his daughter was also in this deadly building, then as a father, he should risk his life to rescue her.

This is an obvious fact.

But this man is different. In the face of the love of being a father, he has something more important to bear——

On the road to becoming a "father", the thorns of his "ideal" made it difficult for him to move forward.

The man with trembling legs and empty eyes felt more and more shaken with every step he took towards the hotel, and the cracks on his calm face became deeper and deeper.

It seemed that every step he took was a betrayal of his wishes and ideals.

"Emiya Norikata, is Emiya Norikata here?" The counter staff kept calling out, and the voice seemed to come from some unreal horizon, making Emiya Kiritsugu feel light and airy, as if he was walking in the clouds.

Oh, father.

The father who devoted himself to studying time magic and was sealed.

A father who developed a drug that turned a person into a dead person for his mage research and used ordinary people as test subjects.

He still remembered the feeling of the dagger piercing the magician's body. That was also the first time he picked up a gun and completely ended the magician's life.

The scars of the past were torn apart, and the soul-piercing pain supported Kiritsugu Emiya to continue moving forward.

"Xia Lei, is Miss Xia Lei here?"

Xia Lei...

Bright red blood flowed from the scar.

"What kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?" The brown-skinned Southeast Asian girl's bright smile contained Kiritsugu Emiya's first love.

But she was already dead. After taking the drug that turned her into a dead apostle made by Emiya Norika, she was killed by the Holy Church and the Magic Association.

The girl who had turned into a dead apostle handed Emiya Kiritsugu a silver dagger and begged him to kill her.

But Emiya Kiritsugu fled in disgrace.

Because he failed to kill the girl he loved, the entire village fell - this disaster almost determined the values ​​of the magus killer named Emiya Kiritsugu throughout his life.

"Ms. Natalia? Is Ms. Natalia here?"

"what……"

This time, the man finally stopped.

The gap in my heart no longer bleeds, and the wind blows past, making a hollow echo.

After the village of the dead was destroyed, he was adopted by a bounty hunter, Natalia.

She accompanied Emiya Kiritsugu through his youth, watching him transform from a little brat into a gloomy, cold, dry-eyed hunter.

In the last mission, in order to destroy the Death Bees on the plane, Kiritsugu Emiya used a blowgun-carrying surface-to-air missile to shoot down the death flight before the plane landed.

Even though on this plane was his most beloved teacher, the woman he had been with for more than ten years.

After countless midnight dreams, Emiya Kiritsugu finally realized what he had lost.

——He had already regarded Natalia as his mother.

"Strange, Emiya Norihiko, Xia Lei, Natalia...Aren't they coming out?"

Yes, I killed them all with my own hands.

The ghosts of the past reached out to him, trying to drag him into the unfathomable abyss.

The thin man stood in the crowd, looking so lonely and shaky.

It's fake, it's all fake. They are all dead, how could they be alive in this hotel?

Everything could only be someone's malicious mockery of him, or a setup to slow him down.

But even though he knew this, Kiritsugu Emiya could not change anything. He regarded himself as the scale to measure good and evil, but heavy weights kept being placed on one end of the scale, while the other side was held down by the man himself.

It's not just the scale itself that's creaking.

Each name becomes a hidden hint, as if foreshadowing some tragic ending.

So, what comes next is...

"Ms. Irisviel? Is Miss Irisviel von Einzbern here?" The Grim Reaper flipped through the list and slowly read out the next name.

Yes, even his beloved wife would be killed by his own hands...

"Yes, I am."

A sweet voice like a lark sounded behind Emiya Kiritsugu. Irisviel held her cheeks, her red eyes full of doubts:

"Strange, I didn't book a room at the Hyatt? But this is my name, um, is there a mistake?"

As if she had noticed Kiritsugu's incredulous gaze, the beautiful woman stuck out her tongue and put her hands together in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Kiritsugu, I couldn't help but run over here in the end."

Beside her, the man in a suit stepped forward and said, "This is not Irisviel's fault. I came here on my own initiative. The fault should be borne by me alone."

But at this moment, Emiya Kiritsugu didn't care about this. Looking at the woman he deeply loved, his dead eyes lit up a little.

Under the astonished gazes of Irisviel, Emiya Kiritsugu took a step forward, opened his arms, and took the initiative to hug his wife, hugging one of the few ties that held them together in this cold world.

After a long time, a muffled sound was heard.

"Thank you,."

Altria raised an eyebrow, and the adobe hair on her head swayed slightly.

This was the only time her Master thanked her, but she was not happy at all.

Her intuition told her what kind of bitterness and tears were contained in this thank you.

This man...what on earth had he been through in the past?

On the other side, Irisviel also noticed something strange about Emiya Kiritsugu.

They had embraced each other briefly before, but each time, her husband suppressed his emotions and only did so briefly, as if he was afraid that he would become addicted to something and be unable to extricate himself.

But this was the first time he hugged her without hesitation and snuggled in her arms.

Kiritsugu is very vulnerable now.

Irisviel quickly came to the conclusion due to the unique sensitivity of the androids.

Different from the fragility when he said with a painful look on his face "I am not worthy of holding this child" when Illya was born, the fragility at that time was firm, because the man named "Emiya Kiritsugu" knew what to do in the future and what would happen, but was powerless to change the pain caused by it.

But this time, the fragility was empty and broken, like the despair that even its own meaning was denied.

That is why it is even more profound.

"If I decided now to abandon everything and run away - Ellie, would you come with me?"

After a brief moment of tenderness, the man raised his head and said something that made Irisviel freeze in place.

Why are there no comments? Your comments are the source of my happiness. How can you change that?

Chapter 60 Timed explosion, hotel collapse

Irisviel had never seen her husband look like this before.

The desperate expression was like that of a wounded and terrified child, who seemed about to burst into tears. The man standing there was not a highly skilled magician killer, but a weak and timid man.

"Kiritsugu, you-"

Irisviel could feel his chest trembling, and her husband's arms, which had been strong and reliable, were now as weak as a child clinging to its mother.

“If I——” Kiritsugu’s arms hurt Irisviel, and he asked in a hoarse and weak voice in her ear: “If I decide to abandon everything and run away now——Irisviel, are you willing to go with me?”

This was probably the question that Irisviel could imagine that Emiya Kiritsugu would be most unlikely to ask.

"Illya...what about the child in Winter City?"