Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The golden nemesis wore an expression that seemed to know everything, speaking with a hint of helplessness. But he couldn't hear it; he couldn't even hear the flash of light passing by his ear.

He could only hear the sound of waves.

There was nothing on the far shore, and the waves were crashing back and forth. This was the sound of the waves of the final ocean in this world.

Ah, that's how it is. He finally understood with great joy.

Why didn't I realize it before? — This exhilarating feeling in my heart is the sound of the waves at the end of the sea.

"Haha...ahhahahaha!"

Chapter 181 The Fall of the Conqueror

"The last puppet has been completed and delivered to the designated location using magic. Our deal is now completely finished."

On the communication screen, a female office worker with spiky red hair lay on the table, yawning sleepily, and pointed at the new moon.

"If you give me any more work, I'll kill you!"

“I thought you were going to say something like ‘Don’t stop!’” Shuoyue nodded with a subtle expression. “I understand. The five dolls, including the two androids, have been received. Our fate is temporarily over. Sleep peacefully, Miss Orange. I will compensate you with a Mythic Mystic Code tomorrow… as long as I can survive.”

"Then I wish you a happy death the day after tomorrow... That's all, goodbye." The magic screen closed, and Aozaki Touko, who had been working herself to the bone for several days, yawned, closed her eyes, and went to fight with Aoko in her dream.

Orange, preoccupied with sleep, didn't realize that Shuoyue meant 'the relationship has temporarily ended,' as if she had forgotten to remind Shuoyue of certain things about the doll.

Although Orange used higher-grade materials to compensate for the doll's limitations in terms of output, as requested by Shuoyue, there was still an upper limit. Once subjected to excessively strong pressure, it would break.

Of course, to destroy my masterpiece, one would need to be a high-ranking magician or even a Grand Magician, otherwise it would be a fantasy species... Haha, what a joke, how could a qualified Third Magician possibly encounter such a crisis?

It was because of this thought that Orange carelessly forgot to remind Shuoyue.

In a sense, the two of them really screwed each other over, and made each of them experience the pain of 'carrying a bag of rice up several flights of stairs' at some point in the future.

Of course, this is a story.

For now, let's return to the battlefield at the foot of Mount Enzo, where the two top-tier Servants once fought.

Can that sword truly be called a "sword"?

This weapon has a very strange appearance. It has a hilt and a guard, and its length is roughly the same as that of a longsword. However, the part that is equivalent to the "blade" is very different from the shape of a sword. It is a three-section cylinder connected together, with the tip twisted into a spiral blunt edge. The three cylinders are like a mortar and pestle, slowly rotating back and forth.

Indeed, that weapon was no longer a "sword." Existing before the concept of a "sword" even existed, this weapon naturally differed in shape from existing swords. It was an object created by the gods before the emergence of humankind, a concrete manifestation of the divine craftsmanship of the gods at the time of creation. Three cylindrical sections, resembling a mortar and pestle, rotated in accordance with the movement of celestial bodies, each carrying the weight and energy friction equivalent to the movement of the Earth's crust. The immense magical power surging forth was far beyond comprehension.

It was this divine sword that pierced the tyrant's strong chest and broke through the spiritual core of his descent into the world.

In the distance, Weber stared wide-eyed, trying hard not to let his tears blur his vision, intently watching the moment the legend came to an end.

The sword slowly rotated inside the Conqueror King's chest. The Cyprus Sword was only an inch away from the Hero King's forehead. Behind the two kings, the vehicle was pierced by countless Noble Phantasms. The bloody and mangled Divine Bull's Divine Wheel gradually turned into spiritual particles and dissipated.

"Have you woken from your dream, Conqueror King?" The golden hero spoke quietly, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Ah, yes, that's right..." Iskandar, his body bound, squinted his eyes, which were blurred by the blood mist, and murmured contentedly, "This expedition... also made me... feel extremely exhilarated..."

Not only the exhilarating battle, but also the bonds forged between him and his subjects made the Conqueror King feel incredibly fortunate to have arrived.

Although we lost at the last minute, it was still a worthwhile trip.

Gilgamesh looked at his satisfied expression, nodded solemnly, and said, "Go ahead and challenge me as many times as you like, Conqueror King."

Despite being pierced from head to toe by the rain of Noble Phantasms and having his Noble Phantasms destroyed, the opponent did not stop until he was finally stopped by the Chains of Heaven. For such a valiant opponent, the King of Heroes bestowed upon him the greatest reward—his sincerest appreciation.

"Until the end of time and space, this entire world will be my garden. So I promise you that you will never get bored in this garden."

"Oh...that's...not bad..."

After finally responding with such a lukewarm answer, the cavalry servant disappeared quietly.

Judging from the timeline, this must have been a very brief battle. From the moment they charged in at the last minute to the moment the battle was decided, it must have only lasted a few seconds.

But Weber didn't even blink, absorbing the entire process into his mind. For him, this battle felt as long and heavy as a lifetime.

He would never forget this memory, not even if he sealed his heart away. The scene he had witnessed in those few seconds had become a part of his soul, inseparable from him forever.

Weber stood motionless where he had been placed. Although he knew he had to move quickly, he felt as if the slightest movement would cause him to collapse to his knees.

He couldn't get down on his knees now, not at all.

The golden king, his blood-red eyes gleaming with cruel malice, stared at Waver as he slowly approached.

"Boy, are you the Master?"

Weber had assumed his throat was stiff with fear and he wouldn't be able to make a sound. But when asked about his relationship with "him," his stiff throat relaxed briefly.

He shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice, "No, I am—his subject."

"Ok?"

He squinted and scrutinized Waver from head to toe. He finally realized that he couldn't sense any Command Seals on the boy.

"Is that so? Then, young man, if you are a true loyal subject, shouldn't you have an obligation to avenge the late king?"

As for the second question, Waver was still able to continue answering with an incredibly calm state of mind.

"If I challenge you, I will die."

"Of course."

"So I couldn't do it; I was ordered to 'survive.'"

Weber looked up, his resolute eyes, glistening with tears, fixed on the kingslayer before him.

That's right—he absolutely cannot die. He had already memorized the king's last words.

Although the enemy Servant was right in front of him, and he had no way to protect himself, the situation was almost hopeless—but he absolutely could not give up, and he could not trample on that oath in this way.

This may be a more cruel torture than accepting death calmly.

Gilgamesh looked down at the small figure, and after a while nodded slightly, the ornaments on his body emitting a pleasant sound of approval:

"Your loyalty is commendable! Do not waver in your resolve at this moment."

The other party is neither a Master nor a traitor, so there is no need to take action. This is the decision of a king.

Waver watched silently as the Golden Heroic Spirit, sword in hand, grasped Ea and walked past him, ascending the steps. As the cold night wind blew around him, the boy realized he was alone under the night sky; only then did he understand that it was all over.

His knees finally began to tremble.

Until the very last second before he changed his mind, the murderous intent he exuded silently threatened Waver. In fact, if Waver's gaze had shifted even slightly, if his legs had buckled and he had fallen to the ground, or if he had hesitated even a little when answering, he would already be lying dead on the spot.

Some mocked him as nothing more than a coward begging for mercy, simply because they did not know the ruthlessness of the King of Heroes. For a former enemy to stand before an ancient king, merely resisting fear and saving one's life was a battle, a victory.

This is a victory that Webber Velvet won by successfully completing a solo challenge.

It was a petty and insignificant battle, far from heroic or magnificent. He merely escaped 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 command, witnessed everything, and survived.

I really hope he praises me. I hope he'll extol me with his large hands and his booming voice. This time I won't have to hide my feelings. Weber will be able to stand tall and boast about his achievements to that man.

But—in the quiet night, Weber was completely alone, with no one by his side. Just like eleven days ago, Weber was once again abandoned in a corner of this cruel and indifferent world.

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

Is this a cruel blow?

—The answer is no.

He had already received many words of praise. The greatest king in the world had recognized him, and that man had told Weber to add him to the ranks of his subjects.

It's just that the order is reversed.

It's simply a matter of reversing the order of events. He has already received accolades in the distant future; all he needs to do for the rest of his life is to achieve merit commensurate with those accolades.

That's right. As long as he had those words from back then, he was no longer alone.

The moment Weber realized this, his childhood came to an end.

He learned for the first time that tears could sometimes flow for reasons unrelated to regret or humiliation.

At that moment, Webber Velvet collapsed to the ground, letting his tears flow freely.

Those were the tears of a real man.

This chapter is a kind of compensation... written in the waiting room.

Chapter 182 Euler!

Happy, happy, happy.

His soul leaped with joy, excitement, and relives the intense battle that had made his blood boil just minutes before.

Annoying, annoying, annoying.

His body had never felt so constrained before. As a demigod, the idea of ​​not having enough magic power was as ridiculous as dying from overwork.

Two conflicting emotions intertwined in Gilgamesh's heart, making his killing intent even more intense.

He had already sensed the presence of the Holy Grail—after the souls of several heroic spirits were incorporated into it, the legendary relic had begun to take shape.

But for the Fruit of Eden to take shape, souls still need to be offered as sacrifices.

Whether it is, or even himself, he is within the scope of this broken cup's recipe.

So, will he be the next sacrifice?

As Gilgamesh walked step by step up the steps of Mount Enzang, he faced the moonlight and raised his expressionless face.

To this day, he still hasn't seen any trace of it.

During the King's Feast, he attempted to observe the trajectory of the future, but was disturbed and only saw some fragmented possibilities.

He knew that Shuoyue not only possessed it but was also secretly gathering more, but this information came too late, and besides, he didn't think that it could cause him any harm.

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

He knew that the essence of the Greater Grail had been corrupted, and his wish would surely be in vain. He didn't know if Shuoyue had confessed this, but she had obviously already allied with the cook and was waiting for his arrival at Ryudou Temple.

In other words, Gilgamesh, having lost his Master, will face a gauntlet of three, no, four Servants, or even an encirclement.

"Hahaha, so that's how it is! So I was the clown on that stage, just there to amuse everyone!"

A chilling smile appeared on his face. Gilgamesh gripped the sword Ea, his blood-red eyes burning as he stepped onto the final step.