Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Didn't he know that Airi would definitely inform her husband, Emiya Kiritsugu, about this?

Secondly, he could have moved his position or used a magic barrier to surround his base, but the young man remained indifferent.

Does he want to witness a ridiculous victory or defeat between two servants, or is he waiting for the real character to enter the scene?

Once entering the battle, it is impossible for a Master not to sense it. Through the causal line between him and his Servants, Emiya Kiritsugu can easily find this place - isn't this exactly the purpose of this young man Sakutsuki?

This was an opportunity that could allow both the Master and the Servant to withdraw, and he was certain that Emiya Kiritsugu would not give up.

It's just that I can't do it myself, so I use someone else's knife to kill... Really, hypocrisy has to have a limit.

Touching the cigarette box in his pocket, Kiritsugu suppressed his urge to smoke, but still sighed deeply.

It feels so terrible to look in the mirror, especially when I am mistaken for the knife.

Kenneth on the side had already raised his arm, but the next moment, the change in air pressure made Kiritsugu raise his eyes and look forward.

The young man was no longer sitting on the seat.

After a brief silence, Emiya Kiritsugu turned off his headphones without hesitation.

"Do it, now!"

The effect of the Command Spell was so fast that the tip of the gun was close to his heart almost the moment Kenneth finished reciting it.

Even those with A-level intuition in front of him would not have time to react and could only watch their lives end in the next second.

But there was a figure that was faster than any other action, or rather, he had already taken action the moment the Master issued the order.

"Zheng!" The two guns were shaken away by the two swords. The young man with white hair and golden eyes had an expressionless face. He stabbed a colorful dagger that looked like lightning into Diarmuid's chest first!

"Shuoyue, you! Before you could recover from your suicide attempt, you fell into a new round of shock.

However, Diarmuid seemed to realize something. Regardless of the dagger stuck in his chest, he turned around and ran towards his lord Kayneth.

"My lord——"

But it was too late, a gunshot arrived before him.

Solaw, who was hit by a bullet in the forehead, stopped breathing without uttering any extra words. Blood mixed with unknown substances flowed from the hole in her forehead, tainting her beautiful face.

The one who died was not Kenneth, but his beloved fiancée Solaw.

The killer was not Emiya Kiritsugu, but Hisau Maiya, who was holding a sniper rifle on another building hundreds of meters away.

As for Kenneth, there was no need to waste even a single bullet. The moment the Command Spell was activated, his face was distorted, blood flowed from all his orifices, and his soul began to boil like boiling water.

The lord of the clock tower opened his mouth, but not a single sound came out, and his face looked as ferocious as an evil spirit.

[The conditions have been met and the self-compulsory certificate is established. ]

[The conditions have been violated, and the second battle has not been won. ]

[Self-enforced certificate: Kiritsugu has been born...]

[Self-enforced certificate: Shuoyue has been violated, and the punishment will be executed. ]

[The contractual relationship is terminated, Kenneth's master status is cancelled, and the order is conflicting. 】

[The self-compulsory certificate Kiritsugu has not taken effect. 】

"boom!"

This time, Diarmuid clearly saw the man in black pulling the trigger and decisively ending his master's suffering.

That was not an act of kindness, but a cruel act to stifle any possibility.

"You... despicable person!"

The pain in his chest was like bad wine. In a rage as if drunk, Diarmuid roared and stabbed the red tip of his spear at Emiya Kiritsugu like a storm.

A fierce wind blew in his face, but Emiya Kiritsugu remained expressionless. The Command Seals on the back of his hand had quietly split into two at some point.

"Command my puppet with the Command Seal!"

The north wind swept from behind, and the Knight King's golden holy sword once again met Chief Fiona's magic spear.

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"Sorry," the blonde girl lowered her eyes dejectedly. With her A-level anti-magic power, she could have blocked the restraint of the Command Spell, but Irisviel's gentle smile flashed through her mind, making her give up the suppression of power.

"No matter what, Emiya Kiritsugu is my... Master."

He was also the man that Irisviel loved deeply.

How much unwillingness and helplessness were contained in that tone.

Not only because she had to protect this despicable enemy, but also because the handsome spearman in front of her was already emitting golden spirit particles uncontrollably.

Even though the magical dagger in his chest saved him from the shame of suicide, he still uncontrollably headed towards his final end after losing his magic power supply.

The shell that constitutes his present life, the carrier of his noble will, is gradually disintegrating.

In the end, they were unable to complete the final battle.

"Ah..." Diarmuid looked at Kenneth and Solau who had lost their lives. The rage for revenge had been extinguished, and instead, he was filled with sorrow.

This was the second time he was murdered by his master, and the first time he tasted the bitter fruit of being late to protect the king. Dimuludo only wanted to overturn the unfortunate ending, so he accepted the summons from the Throne of Heroes and came to this world again, but the result he got in the end was just a reappearance of the past tragedy, or even worse - he once again tasted the dark despair and grief.

"You guys...just like that..."

The hateful man had disappeared into the darkness. The gradually disappearing spearman half-knelt on the ground, squeezing out a low, hoarse voice from his throat.

"You want to win so badly! You want to get the Holy Grail so badly! You want to trample on my... my only wish... Don't you feel any shame at all!?"

The Knight King lowered her head in silence, bearing the hatred on behalf of her Master, regardless of friend or foe.

"Unforgivable... I will never forgive you! You dead who are obsessed with fame and fortune and trample on the dignity of knights... I will use my blood to taint your beautiful dreams! May the Holy Grail be filled with curses! May your dreams bring disaster! When you fall into the abyss of hell, remember the anger of me, Dimuludo!"

The two servants did not notice that behind them, there was a young man with golden eyes. He had suppressed the guilt in his heart and calmly raised his hand which was also drawing the three Command Seals.

"Declaration!"

"Your body—give it to me!"

After the exam, I had to rewrite the outline and type again, what kind of suffering is this?

Chapter 99: The Will of the Heroic Spirit

"Your body is in my hands, and my fate is in your hands. If you are willing to follow the Holy Grail's instructions and obey this principle, then I will do it!"

To the Servants, these were words that were all too familiar—it was amid such prayers that they descended from the Throne of Heroes, independent of time, and once again wielded their weapons to fight.

"Shuoyue's cyan eyes widened slightly, and he calmed down from his endless resentment and realized that he had a chance to survive.

Is it because of Shuoyue's extraordinary strength that they can't help but regard this young man with golden eyes as a Servant?

Why didn’t they think that Shuoyue himself was also a Master!

, please hurry up!" Diarmuid hadn't spoken yet, but he urged more anxiously than him.

Logically speaking, as competitors, they should sit back and watch or even prevent the Master from renewing the contract.

But looking at those unwavering blue eyes, anyone could easily read the will of this young girl knight.

Please survive.

It has nothing to do with one's stance or right or wrong. It's just that fellow knights don't want to see another knight suffer such a tragic end.

The chanting continued.

"Obey me, and I will leave my fate to your sword!"

Finally, he took a step forward, pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, and responded without paying attention to the blood flowing from his chest:

"In the name of Diarmuid, accept this contract!"

At the moment of response, the golden particles floating around Diarmuid suddenly gathered together and re-condensed into his shape.

The person who was watching all this finally breathed a sigh of relief and put away the sword in his hand.

The order issued by Emiya Kiritsugu was only to "stop the pursuit". Now that a new Master has been found and there is no reason to fight anymore, retreat is the best option.

However, a yellow magic spear stood horizontally, blocking her way.

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"We still have a battle to fight."

After taking a last nostalgic look at the dead Kayneth, Diarmuid turned around and looked at Shuoyue with an apologetic look on his face.

"I understand. We will naturally bury them properly afterwards." Shuoyue nodded.

"Thank you, Lord Shuoyue, and I'm sorry."

He stood there with his gun crossed, always being chased by tragedy, and said something that shocked everyone:

"After the war, no matter what the outcome, I will not leave this factory."

Will not leave this factory.

This also means that Diarmuid has already made up his mind to die.

"Hmm!" There was a momentary delay in his expression, and after a brief moment of daze, Shuoyue closed his eyes helplessly, and his tone became low.

"You should understand why I contracted you.

"I'm sorry, I swore when I came here that I would only wield the gun for my lord."

"Aren't you going to hunt down your enemies?"

"Killing the Master secretly while the Servant is engaged in battle, isn't this the most appropriate strategy?" The Lancer smiled bitterly, "Perhaps, this is no longer the era when the Knights can gallop freely."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll make you commit suicide in a fit of rage?"

"No, Lord Shuoyue, I believe you won't do that."

"I see... then it's up to you."

——Heroic spirits have their own will.

He had already stated this in Warehouse Street, so when the resistance of the heroic spirits fell on him, Shuoyue could only swallow the bitter fruit in silence.

In order to obtain Diarmuid, he carefully planned this drama, and even the most experienced Kiritsugu Emiya was willing to be a chess piece in his hands, but even the wisest man can make mistakes.

The only thing Shuoyue did not expect was that Diarmuid's loyalty was so firm that even the reason of revenge was not enough to make him commit himself to a second master.

In the original novel, Sorawu was recognized by everyone, but now it seems that it was because of her relationship with Kenneth...

The young man's golden eyes flickered as he walked back towards the audience seats.

Not being able to get it is indeed a big loss, but it is not a decisive factor.

But in the future, he will inevitably squander the few remaining years of his life - there is even a possibility that he may not survive to the end.

It's too late to regret now, so just act like a loser, accept the defeat honestly, and witness the final demise of a hero.

Shuoyue pulled himself together and turned his gaze forward again.

On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder rose again. The blond swordsman and the handsome spearman took up their positions again and began the third round of life-and-death duel.

"This time, no one will disturb your decisive battle."

The young man's golden eyes were bright, and when he tapped his fingertips, circles of magic power spread out.

"I said!"

"Shuoyue seemed very disappointed. Holding the sword in hand, he looked at the young man's departing back and suddenly spoke.

"I know." He held two guns in his hands, his expression did not waver at all. "But I have sworn that I will not be loyal to anyone other than my Lord Kenneth."

Feel sorry,."

"Apologies are unnecessary. Your noble spirit still inspires me today." Naturally knowing what he meant, he smiled in relief at the moment of the decisive battle.

"I am now a masterless knight. I should have fallen into eternal sleep with my unforgivable sins. The reason I am still standing here is because I still have a promise with you."

Holding the two guns as if spreading his wings, he displayed his best fighting method.

After losing everything and abandoning everything, all Diarmuid Odinah had was his spear skills that almost reached the divine realm, and the dignity of chivalry that he had upheld to this day:

"Come on, King of Knights, grant me the end that chivalry deserves!"

Facing the one who was determined to die, he closed his eyes, then opened them with determination and raised the dazzling holy sword.

As the Queen of Knights, she had an obligation to grant this loyal warrior liberation.