Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

The curse on him has not been lifted yet, so is the Master here for revenge? No, he is an orthodox magus, and in his eyes, using a bomb is an insult, and so is the Master.

Master? No, not to mention that brat, his personality wouldn't allow him to do that."

The Master's identity is suspected to be a member of the Matou family, but the Einzbern family and the Matou family have no hatred, so the possibility of finding this castle and attacking me in this way is extremely low. "

So, there are only two answers left...

Such an obvious conclusion cast a shadow on the faces of Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel at the same time.

The Master, Kotomine Kirei.

The master, Shuoyue.

It's funny to say that these two are both recognized as weak jobs in the Holy Grail War, but they have brought extremely heavy pressure to Emiya Kiritsugu, who has the strongest job - whether it is Kotomine Kirei, who is elusive, has good combat power and almost captured Hisau Maiya; or Sakutsuki, who is comparable to a servant, mysterious and has mastered Emiya Kiritsugu's every move, in Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes, they are all dangerous enemies.

Sakutsuki's base is unknown, and the only weakness he can claim is the girl who can be stabbed to death with one shot. Emiya Kiritsugu has not found a suitable opportunity to attack for the time being, but Kotomine Kirei is different. He lied that he was dead and blatantly hid in the Cathedral Church to seek refuge.

Being captured and losing the contract with Kotomine Kirei happened just a few hours ago, and the Holy Church would not be stupid enough to proactively announce that this was a "real" death, so the Masters except Sakutsuki had been kept in the dark, still believing that Kotomine Kirei had this trump card in the intelligence war.

With a helpless and heavy sigh, Kiritsugu exhaled the purple smoke from his lungs.

What even Irisviel didn't know was that he and Maiya had hidden a tanker truck that was being modified in a rental garage in a neighboring town. As a cheap killing weapon that terrorists liked to use the most, this was his trump card to prevent Matou or Tōsaka from adopting a siege strategy. As long as he let this thing rush into the Fuyuki Church where Kotomine Kirei was hiding, no matter how powerful the agent was, he would be vulnerable...

Shaking his head, getting rid of the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Emiya Kiritsugu's mind regained its calmness.

The most pressing issue is not these two potential rivals, but a more clear and dangerous fact.

"Ellie, pack your bags and prepare to evacuate. Our base has been exposed."

"Okay." After a brief silence, Irisviel stood up and left. Before she walked out of the living room, she looked back at Emiya Kiritsugu with an apologetic look in her eyes.

In the end, she didn't say her guess.

It has nothing to do with theory or logic, this is just a woman's intuition - the bomb was planted by Shuoyue.

It was not to put her husband to death, but just a malicious reminder, just like a hunter in the jungle who would let go of his prey for a more interesting hunt.

Look, I've found you.

Keep running, keep running... until the moment I catch you again.

Before that, please run away with panic and fear in your heart.

The young man with golden eyes was, in a sense, as cold as Emiya Kiritsugu.

[Since we are both fighting for our own wishes, we should both give it our all and leave no room for error.]

[It's just a matter of risking one's life. Once that wish exceeds one's entire life so far, then death is not worth fearing.]

When the words that sounded so exciting actually became a reality, Irisviel felt a deep sense of uneasiness once again.

It's not the anxiety caused by friends, but the worry for my husband as a wife.

Can Kiritsugu...really survive the battle between Kotomine Kirei and Sakutsuki?

She had only taken a few steps when the quarrel that broke out in the conference room pulled Irisviel back.

“Emiya Kiritsugu, you are insulting the Heroic Spirits. I was summoned to shed blood for you, to minimize the sacrifices, to replace thousands of troops with one person’s strength, to bear the fate of the battle... This is the meaning of our existence as Servants. But why are you unwilling to leave the battle to me?!”

The blonde girl shouted, her blue eyes full of anger:

"The attack on the Master and Sakutsuki last night was done in the same way. If anything had gone wrong, it would have turned into an irreparable tragedy. Even if you didn't use that method, you have already agreed to fight me again! Not to mention that Sakutsuki and his will not be our enemies! Or Kiritsugu, you don't trust your own Servant, don't you trust me!"

Facing the Knight King's rebuke, the Magician Killer did not answer, but silently continued to pack his equipment - even though such an action would only further intensify the conflict between him and his Servant. His expressionless look was like wearing a mask, which made Irisviel deeply disgusted.

That was not the Kiritsugu she knew.

【If you have any doubts, you must correct them.】

[If the person you love does something wrong, you must be the first to stand up and fight against his mistakes. ]

Even though we have become enemies, your words are still guiding me, Shuoyue...

Irisviel closed her eyes and was about to speak, but a sudden throbbing in her chest made her whole body tense.

The forest barrier technique that she had just mastered not long ago was repeatedly sending out strong vibrations in her magic circuits.

This is an alarm.

Someone has invaded the Einzbern Forest.

To be honest, I'm quite looking forward to the scene where Kiritsugu PaPa fights the magician with hot weapons... It's a pity that the difference in combat power between the Servant and the Master is too big.

Chapter 78 The Berserker Group Arrives First

The smell of battle blew into the forest earlier than expected.

The berserker in black armor howled toward the sky, squeezing out broken words from his confused soul.

Whose name was he speaking, from within that distorted intellect?

Even the most resourceful strategist would not be able to draw a conclusion from such fragmented clues, but his Master knew this all too well.

He abandoned his integrity and dignity, tarnished his soul and personality, and was not hesitant to transform himself into this ugly form, just to chase after that figure.

"Sure enough, we really are alike..." Matou Kariya, who was wearing a hoodie and hiding his face, sighed, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the black-armored knight forward.

"Go ahead and do what you want to do."

The Master's strength was so insignificant, but the Servant's eyes lit up red, and he broke through the air like a cannonball and rushed towards the Einzbern Castle.

! ! ! "

The Master behind him turned silently and disappeared along the way he came.

"found it."

Everyone in the Einzbern camp gathered in the reception room again—in front of Kiritsugu, Maiya, and the other three, Irisviel projected the image of the invader captured by the barrier onto the crystal ball.

The silent black armor leaves danced, and the black mist stained on the armor seemed to have absorbed enough resentment, entwining among the branches and leaves of the forest.

, a participant of the Matou family..." Emiya Kiritsugu frowned.

This was totally inconsistent with his expectations. The one who saw through the Einzbern base should be either Sakutsuki or Kirei. As the creators of the Holy Grail system, it didn't make sense for the Matou family and the Einzbern family to become enemies from the beginning.

Or has the Master formed an alliance with someone?

We have entered the interference range of the domain effect." Irisviel's calm voice sounded,

"Hold the intruder until we can evacuate."

"I understand." Irisviel understood, "Knock it down."

"As you command." The Knight King's answer was extremely brief. By the time the others heard her voice, her figure had already disappeared from the reception room. Only the residual wind behind her told of her belief.

The next moment after he left, Emiya Kiritsugu, who had been quietly organizing his weapons, spoke:

“Maiya, take Ai Li out of the castle. Go in the opposite direction.”

Maiya received the instruction and agreed without further ado. However, Irisviel could not hide the surprise on her face.

"Can't I...stay here?"

"Since we're fighting far away, this castle isn't safe anymore. There might be someone who has the same idea as me."

After leaving, perhaps someone might want to attack the Master who stayed in the castle and reap the benefits. If someone wants to kill the Master, the best time to do so is when the Master and the Servant are separated.

Which one is easier to deal with, a Master under the protection of Servants or a Master guarding his own workshop - if Kiritsugu were to make the decision, he would choose the latter. If other magi came to the same conclusion, as long as they saw Irisviel fighting alone now, they would come after her who was left in the city.

After briefly explaining the reason, Emiya Kiritsugu put various grenades and small bags containing cursed bullet magazines on the suspenders under his coat one by one. He didn't look like a magus preparing to go to the battlefield at all.

However, when seeing Kiritsugu's formal attire and the single-shot magic gun in the holster on his belt, those who knew him well would understand the extent of the psychological preparation that this magician killer had made.

Irisviel felt uneasy that her husband was leaving on his own not long after meeting her, especially after she knew that Kiritsugu had concealed his unstable mental state. But she also knew that even if she went with Kiritsugu, she would only be hindered.

But there are other factors contributing to the unease.

After calmly examining her inner thoughts, Irisviel finally understood. The reason why she was worried was not because she was separated from Kiritsugu, but because she had to act together with Maiya. From Kiritsugu's point of view, he wanted Maiya to protect Irisviel. But deep in her heart, she still couldn't completely get rid of the resistance to Maiya.

Yes, this is what she felt from the beginning - the woman in black who didn’t say a word just now and left everything to Kiritsugu. This person was another reason why Irisviel felt depressed.

In today's meeting, her husband Emiya Kiritsugu displayed such a cold-blooded and ruthless appearance that even Irisviel, who had been with him day and night for nine years, felt fear and even disgust.

There were no human ethics, nor were there any obligations as a magician. There were only tactics calculated according to the law of the jungle, like a hunting machine. After abandoning the warmth she loved, every word and action of this magician killer made Irisviel feel unfamiliar.

But in this meeting, Hisau Maiya remained unmoved and remained silent. To her, the current Kiritsugu was probably the original one - the Emiya Kiritsugu she was most familiar with.

Could it be that the person closest to Emiya Kiritsugu right now is not her, his wife, but Hisau Maiya...

Does she have such jealous thoughts in her heart?

Having said that, Irisviel certainly wouldn’t be so naive as to go against Kiritsugu’s opinion because of such personal feelings.

"I see."

Just as she nodded dejectedly, a new tingling sensation flashed through her magic circuits.

This is a new feedback signal from the forest surveillance barrier.

"What's wrong, Ellie?"

Kiritsugu, someone else has come in."

It transformed into a silver gust of wind and rushed through the woods.

The dispute with Kiritsugu was now behind her. Once she stepped onto the battlefield, her spirit was like a sword. A sharp sword that could cut gold and jade, pure and flawless, without a trace of confusion or hesitation.

Even though the injury on her left hand has not yet healed, the weapon she relies on most has never been her treasure, but her faith.

The girl always had honor in her heart and fought all the way here with her reputation in mind.

With such a lofty belief, even the white dragon entrenched in the British Isles could be slain by the holy sword in her hand.

The servant's speed allowed her to run several kilometers in a few minutes, and the black-armored man was already in sight.

The armor, which was both heavy and flexible, gave her an incomparable sense of familiarity - it was an item of honor and a proof of identity that only those who had fought alongside her on the battlefield in their lifetime would wear.

That is the knight, the noble man on the battlefield.

But the figure in front of him, as the King of Knights, would not allow him to be named this.

A knight must be noble and majestic, and illuminate the battlefield with his own light. He must restore honor and dignity to the hearts of those who have fallen into hell and become human again. This is the responsibility that a knight must fulfill, and this responsibility is more important than his own anger, sadness, pain, and suffering.

What was before him was at best just a wild beast restrained in a knight's armor.

Just like hunting a monster, the Knight King in the form of a girl did not give her name, nor did she have any desire to communicate. She just raised her holy sword and shouted sternly:

"bring it on,!"

! ”

Then a beast in black armor came running from afar, and a knight with flying golden hair ran out of the castle.

Confront each other and fight together!

Please read on, and please turn to the last page to finish, so that there will be follow-up reading data, please! (My king is cute

Chapter 79: The Lancer Group Following

The best performance among the full-time class, giving up rationality in exchange for enhanced attributes.

This should have been a close and exciting clash - if his wrist hadn't been injured.

The huge tree crown danced, and the red patterns on the trunk seemed to be still flowing with blood, crushing all of its kind.

He roared wildly, hugged a big tree that he had pulled out of the forest with both hands, and spun his whole body at high speed, wreaking havoc on everything on the battlefield.

The weapon he held was not like the founding spear held by the god Romulus, which could reach all things and symbolize Rome itself. It was just an old tree on the side of the road. It was the twisted and frenzied will of the berserker that dyed it black and turned it into such a huge and strange weapon.

Under the control of high-level endurance and muscle strength, this huge alien began to turn and turned into a millstone to chase the golden figure on the battlefield.

"I didn't expect that she could even do this. She used 'Magic Release' to infuse her limbs and moved swiftly, but this action was not for attacking, but was the minimum guarantee for her to survive a large-scale attack.

It is a common sense that the bigger the weapon, the heavier it is. However, the object in his hand was unexpectedly light and agile, so much so that he was almost hit by the trees several times and only escaped by relying on his intuition.

If I could cut down the giant tree with the sword in my hand, the dilemma would be solved.

However, the weapons transformed by the knight not dying empty-handed are at least of the quality of D-level treasures, and even the holy sword in his hand can hardly cut them off.

So, retreat?

Her intuition told her that the man in front of her was not here to invade Einzbern, his target was her.

Is he a war-loving hero? Or an anti-hero who simply enjoys killing people?