Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Until the second before he changed his mind, the murderous intent he exuded was silently intimidating Waver. In fact, if Waver's eyes had moved slightly, his legs had weakened and he had fallen to the ground, or he had hesitated when answering, he would have been dead on the spot.

Some people laughed at him and called him a coward begging for mercy, simply because that person did not know the cruelty of the Hero King. As a former enemy standing in front of the ancient king, just resisting the fear and saving one's life was a battle and a victory.

This was a victory that Webber Velvet had successfully won through his own solo challenge.

It was a petty, insignificant battle, not at all heroic or spectacular. He had merely escaped from a desperate situation alive.

Even so, Waver still felt happy and proud. Only he himself understood how precious it was to achieve this impossible outcome under the circumstances at that time. This sense of honor only existed in his heart, and he would not be ashamed of it no matter how low it looked in the eyes of others.

He obeyed the king's orders, witnessed everything, and survived.

I really hope he can praise me. Use his big palms and his rough voice to praise me. This time, I don't need to hide my feelings. Waver can definitely hold his chest high and show off his achievements to that person.

But - in the quiet night, Waver was completely alone, with no one around him. Just like eleven days ago, Waver was once again thrown into a corner of this ruthless and indifferent world.

No one knew that he won a battle alone that belonged only to him, and no one praised his victory.

Was it a cruel blow?

--the answer is negative.

He had received a lot of praise just now. The greatest king in the world recognized him, and that person told Weber that he would let him join the ranks of his subjects.

It's just that the order is reversed.

It was just a matter of reversing the order of events. He had already received the praise from the distant future, and he only needed to spend the rest of his life to achieve merits commensurate with the praise.

That's right. As long as he had those words at that time, he would no longer be alone.

The moment he realized this, Waver's boyhood came to an end.

For the first time, he realized that tears could sometimes be shed for reasons unrelated to regret or humiliation.

At this moment, Waver Velvet collapsed on the ground and let his tears flow freely.

Those were the tears of a man.

This chapter is a compensation... I wrote it in the waiting room

Chapter 182 Ola!

Happy, happy, happy.

His soul was leaping with joy and excitement, recalling the fierce battle that had made his blood boil a few minutes ago.

Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed.

His body had never felt such a restrained feeling before. As a demigod, lack of magic power was as ridiculous as death from overwork.

Two conflicting emotions intertwined in Gilgamesh's heart, making his murderous intent even stronger.

He has already sensed the presence of the Holy Grail—after investing the souls of several heroes, the legendary holy object has begun to take shape.

But in order for this Fruit of Eden to take shape, a soul must still be offered as a sacrifice.

Both, and even himself, are within the recipe range of this broken cup.

So, will he be the next sacrifice?

Walking up the steps of Mount Enzo step by step, Gilgamesh faced the moonlight and raised his expressionless face.

Until now, he still has not seen any trace of it.

At the King's Banquet, he tried to observe the trajectory of the future, but was disturbed and only saw some fragmented possibilities.

He knew that Shuoyue not only possessed them, but was also secretly gathering them, but this information came too late, not to mention that he didn't think that a mere digit could cause him any harm.

He knew that Kotomine Kirei would awaken his true nature and betray his mentor in the future, so he rushed to the prison. However, he did not expect that while he was drinking with the King of Conquerors, the stupid priest met his death so easily.

He knew that the essence of the Holy Grail had been contaminated and his wish would be in vain. He didn't know whether Shuoyue had confessed this matter, but it was obvious that he had formed an alliance with the cook and was awaiting his arrival at Liudong Temple.

In other words, Gilgamesh, who has lost his Master, will have to face a round-the-clock battle or even a siege from three, no, four servants.

"Hahaha, I see. It turns out that I am the clown who is entertaining people on the stage!"

With a sad smile on his face, Gilgamesh grasped the Sword of Separation of Heaven and Earth, his blood-red eyes seemed to be burning, and stepped onto the last step.

"In that case, let me tear this carefully choreographed stage play into pieces!"

Looking at the open space inside Ryudo Temple, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Knight King was already standing there with a sword in hand.

"Come on, Hero King, your opponent is me."

In addition, there was a man who sneaked into the depths of Yuanzang Mountain during the day. After spending several hours to remove the barrier, he finally broke into the interior of Liudong Temple.

Wearing a black coat, Emiya Kiritsugu walked in the temple like a cheetah, quietly searching for the traces of his wife and assistant.

Finally, after turning a corner, he finally heard the voice of his wife whom he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Is it ok now, Shuoyue?"

"Wait a minute, this is my first time doing something like this, let me prepare a little more."

"It's okay, Xiao Shuoyue. Time is running out. Please play with me as much as you want... but please be gentle. I'm afraid of pain."

Listening to the conversation between Irisviel and Sakutsuki, Emiya Kiritsugu showed a subtle expression.

Although his mind told him that his beloved wife would not betray him, his emotional nature as a man made him unable to help but think wrongly.

Especially after hearing what Hisau Maiya said, Emiya Kiritsugu could no longer maintain his cold expression.

"It's okay, ma'am. I'm sure Kiritsugu won't mind this."

Don't you mind?

If that's the case, even I can't help but mind!

"boom!"

The door was kicked open roughly, and Emiya Kiritsugu rushed in with a cold face. Three pairs of eyes fell on him at the same time, surprise, calmness, and amusement, the three emotions were not concealed, but the only emotions that were missing were astonishment and guilt.

“Kiritsugu, you’re here!” Inside the magic circle, Irisviel, whose figure was somewhat illusory, waved excitedly. Beside her, a beautiful woman with white hair and red eyes, who had mastered all the alchemy of Einzbern, lay quietly on the ground. Her belly, which contained the Holy Grail, already had a cup-shaped bulge.

That was also Irisviel, the carrier of the Holy Grail who was supposed to sacrifice herself for justice in this Holy Grail War.

So now... there are two Ellie?

Which one is my wife?

Before Emiya Kiritsugu could react, a gust of evil wind suddenly blew up behind him.

"Eula!"

A simple and rough side kick hit Emiya Kiritsugu's butt hard. The man in the black coat didn't even make a sound, and fell headfirst into the diamond-shaped space and disappeared.

Under the stunned gazes of the two women, Sakutsuki slowly retracted his legs, feeling refreshed: "As long as I'm not next to the Holy Grail, my guard will be lowered, not to mention the charm brought by my double wife, so I can successfully throw Emiya Kiritsugu into the Holy Grail... Hey, I am worthy of being me."

“Shuo Yue!” Alice finally realized what was happening and couldn’t help but scold, “You are being too mean, aren’t you?”

"We can't help it. Who told Kiritsugu not to cry until he sees the coffin? This simple and rough method suits him best. Whether he can be saved after this depends on the two of you." Sakutsuki clapped his hands and said maliciously, "You don't want Kiritsugu to cry when he comes back, do you? Too~too~"

“I…I understand!” Irisviel closed her eyes and made up her mind, “Continue to transfer my soul, and be gentle!”

"Yes, yes, I will definitely serve you comfortably." Shuoyue said, and then continued to devote himself to his work on the soul.

If Irisviel wants to escape the fate of the Holy Grail, she can only rely on the legendary third method.

Coincidentally, Shuoyue's third method has made progress in recent days.

Aozaki Touko has already completed the production of the puppet body that imitated the Einzbern family's technology, and all Sakutsuki has to do is transfer the soul - if successful, it means that the two androids, Illya and Irisviel, will be able to be reborn.

"Take it, this is my final compensation." Shuoyue whispered to himself.

Back to Emiya Kiritsugu, after Sakutsuki kicked him into the Greater Holy Grail, the black mud that was tainted with the evil of this world came to him like a swallow flying into his arms.

As his consciousness blurred and his vision changed, he saw a dream.

"I knew you would come. I believe you can get here." A familiar voice sounded.

"Eri..." Emiya Kiritsugu murmured.

Yes, standing before him was the third Irisviel in a black dress.

His beloved wife was right beside him, leaning against him with a gentle and loving smile, standing with Kiritsugu.

"You finally came to see me, Kiritsugu," she said.

This face made Kiritsugu miss and love it, but he felt something strange.

Was it because of her new black dress? This was also a reason, but Kiritsugu felt that he had overlooked something more important.

His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and Emiya Kiritsugu blinked and subconsciously looked down at his feet.

"Ah..." He couldn't help but let out a sigh-like sound.

What he stepped on was a mountain of corpses made up of countless bodies.

Chapter 183 Black Ellie and Serious Flash

He keeps killing people.

With guns, with knives, with poison, with bombs.

Stab, cut, burn, sink, and press hard.

He never doubted the significance of this behavior, carefully weighing the value of killing, killing in order to save the side of the scale that was tilted and clear the other side. He kept killing again and again.

Yes, that's right. Accept sacrifices to save the majority. If the happiness protected is greater than the misfortune increased, doesn't it mean that the world is one step closer to salvation?

Even if there are rivers of blood and mountains of corpses at my feet.

If some lives are saved because of sacrifice, then the precious ones should be those lives that are saved.

That's right, Kiritsugu. You are correct."

The woman next to him said this, and Emiya Kiritsugu knew in his heart that this was not the real Irisviel, but he did not expose it immediately.

"where is this place?"

"Here is where your wish comes true. The inside of the... Holy Grail you have been seeking."

Irisviel answered with a cheerful smile, while Kiritsugu was speechless and looked around.

The black mud was like a pulsating ocean.

Everywhere there were small hills of rotting corpses, slowly sinking into the sea of ​​black mud.

The sky was red, as red as blood. Amid the black mud and rain, the dark sun supported the sky.

The wind that blows through the air is a sound of curses and groans.

If you want to use words to describe it, here—isn’t it hell?

"You said this... is the Holy Grail?"

"Yes. But you don't have to be afraid, because this is like an illusory dream that has no entity yet, and is still waiting for the moment of birth to come."

The woman pointed at the sky and gestured to Kiritsugu. The dark thing in the center of the world that was spinning in the sky, which Kiritsugu mistook for the sun, was actually a "hole" in the sky. The hole was filled with endless deep darkness, and its huge mass seemed to crush everything.

"That is the Holy Grail. It has not yet taken shape, but once the container is full, all you have to do is make a wish. No matter what wish it receives, it will choose the appropriate form that can fulfill the wish. After obtaining a real-world entity in this way, it can go to the "outside"."

“Come, please quickly give it a ‘form’. Although you haven’t waited for that person, you are still qualified to give it ideas, Kiritsugu. Tell the Holy Grail your wish.”

Kiritsugu said nothing and stared at the terrifying "hole".

He suddenly wanted to cry, but his tear glands had already dried up, and only an empty wind was blowing in his heart.

"Really? This is... the Holy Grail."

The last glimmer of hope was also extinguished. After abandoning the obsession of relying on the Holy Grail, Kiritsugu Emiya found that his previous self-deception was so ridiculous.

Pouring all one's desire to 'save the world' into the so-called Holy Grail, this kind of thing itself reveals an indescribable irony -

He suddenly recalled the Hyatt Hotel, the names written on the list, which were engraved deep in his heart.

He suddenly recalled the argument with Shuoyue in the abandoned factory. The man who vowed that "only the Holy Grail can end the vicious cycle that cannot be ended" was so ridiculous.

Ah, that young man.

Only then did Emiya Kiritsugu realize that any behavior that hit his weak spots was instigated by that young man.

I see—Kiritsugu suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, to lash out at the mistakes he had made so far with a laugh that could tear his throat and burst his lungs.

It turned out that he was so hostile to the young man because he had touched the softest spot in his heart.