Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Number One... cough cough, Number One puppet, activated."

After confirming that the sound had returned to normal and that the magic circuit was working properly, Shuoyue, who had used the Third Magic to transfer her soul, did not immediately rush back to fight Wuming for three hundred rounds. Instead, she took a step and disappeared into the displacement space. When she reappeared, she was already standing in front of Irisviel and the others.

“New Moon…” Looking at the puppet youth who appeared no different from before, Kiritsugu Emiya took a deep breath and asked crisply, “What is it?”

After returning from the Black Grail, Kiritsugu Emiya did not leave with his wife and assistant, because he wanted to express his belated apology and gratitude to the young man who had been helping him.

But since Shuoyue appeared in such an unusual way, it meant that this was not a good time to talk, and he would not be so tactless as to waste Shuoyue's time.

“It’s so easy to talk to smart people.” Sakuzuki nodded slightly to Emiya Kiritsugu and said in a calm tone, “I need you to transfer the contract to me, Kiritsugu.”

"Okay." Without even thinking, Kiritsugu Emiya nodded in agreement to the request.

The light of the Command Seals shone in the room.

"Oh, right, Kiritsugu, I also need your help with a few things..."

"Huh...ha..."

Those were weary breaths.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his sweat-dampened hair clung to his cheeks, making this British red dragon appear somewhat frail.

Even with the added benefit of the Dragon's Furnace, the burden of continuously unleashing Noble Phantasms is still too heavy.

Ahead, the 'all the evil of this world' residing within Shuoyue's body had lost its form, degenerated into primordial black mud, tightly bound by divine magic, and difficult to restore.

But it's not yet time to declare victory.

"Excalibur is as powerful as ever, truly worthy of being called the King of Knights."

A sincere exclamation rang out as Wuming, holding the small Holy Grail in his left hand, walked step by step through the black mud towards me: "But you've only temporarily crippled one rabid dog. How are you going to deal with me now? With your Avalon's Purification Defense?"

“Provocation is useless, Wuming.” His breathing gradually stabilized, and he raised his sword. “Shuoyueqing has already demonstrated how to defeat Avalon. Surely the rats lurking in the shadows have their own countermeasures as well?”

“That’s a real shame.” Wuming remained unmoved by the mockery. “I originally wanted you to peacefully descend into depravity, but since that’s the case, then struggle to your heart’s content.”

The nameless hand disappeared, swallowed by the rhomboid displacement space.

This method is not good!

Her pupils contracted sharply, and she tried to dodge to the side, but her exhausted body after the battle did not allow her to move so violently. Just because of her slightly slow reaction, she lost her last chance to escape.

Above her head, the hand holding the Great Grail flipped, pouring out the impatient black mud that swallowed the shimmering, petite figure.

"Uh-ah!"

Something terrible has come; some overwhelming darkness has arrived.

"Ah—ah, ahhhhhh—!"

Thoughts were swept away and became thin; only the body continued to convey a strong sense of disgust.

There's no time to worry about appearances anymore; the remaining magic must be used to escape. Even if it means losing most of the magic and parts of the limbs, it's a must-do to break free from the black mud.

Escape, escape, escape...

The black mud completely invaded.

It started to become corrupt from the inside out.

The sensation in the torso is completely gone, something that no human can resist, let alone a true heroic spirit. The purer the soul, the more confused it becomes after being tainted.

So, this was Wuming's purpose—

The increasingly chaotic consciousness suddenly gained some clarity.

The reason why Wuming allowed 'all the evil in this world' to be defeated was to exhaust himself so that he would lose the strength to break free from the black mud.

An ominous aura emanated from her, corroding her entire body and spreading to the black mud at her fingertips. The darkness, which could even devour the moonlight, had become part of her.

"I'm sorry... Shuoyueqing."

After uttering her last words, the blonde girl sank into the dark swamp.

"Is it over?" Wuming coldly observed the endless black mud, which was transforming into something else within it.

After the transformation, his actions will be controlled by the Greater Grail and he will no longer pose a threat to Nameless.

In this desperate situation, how will you cope, Shuoyue...?

Muttering to himself, Wuming retrieved the Lesser Grail. The black mud shrouding the sky came to an end, slowly falling like a curtain on a stage, revealing the new Servant hidden within—

Ok?

Wu Ming raised an eyebrow, looked at the empty space in front of him, and finally a smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmph, it seems they haven't disappointed me yet."

"Great Emperor (Brother), be careful, something is coming!" Suddenly, someone stood in front of Wuming, ready for battle.

Following his sense of danger, Wuming also looked up and saw a white-haired, golden-eyed youth staring at him from the roof of Liudong Temple.

In the hands of the youth, the sword of creation, which had cleaved heaven and earth, spun at high speed, narrating the primordial beginnings and tearing the world apart:

"Heaven and Earth Diverge—The Star of Creation!!!"

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"Swish, swish, swish."

The moment the black swordsman landed, the magic circle that had been set up was activated. Gravity magic, chain magic, demon-devouring magic, sealing magic... countless high-level magics worked together, determined to render the target immobile.

however--

"Bang!" That was the sound of gravity suppression being broken.

"Clang!" That was the sound of a sword severing a chain.

"Buzz!" That was the sound of the Devouring Demon Magic being repelled.

"Boom!" That was the sound of the sealing barrier being destroyed.

The swordsman, clad in a mask and armor stained with red patterns, resembled a defiant dragon, shattering everything that bound her and directing all her killing intent toward the two living people in the room.

Irisviel covered her mouth, finding it hard to believe that this was the noble and holy knight king.

“This is the black mud from the Holy Grail.” Kiritsugu Emiya stood in front of his wife, his expression serious, the Command Seals no longer visible on his hands. “It’s alright. Since Sakumo used Command Seals to summon her back, she must have a way to save her.”

With a sharp, clear sound, another seal on his body was removed. The black swordsman gazed at his former master and the object of his protection. His left eye had turned into a cold gold, while his holy blue right eye was filled with struggle and guilt.

There are still three seals left before the hastily laid seal by the new moon is completely broken.

Two seconds have passed.

The next second, another seal shattered. At the same time, a spatial rift tearing the heavens and earth unfolded in the distance, and the storm formed by the terrifying magic power could be clearly felt even in the room far away.

Undeterred, they remained focused on breaking free from the seal. Instead of trying to escape, Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel nestled together, gazing at their former servant.

At the same time, she longed for the arrival of that young man in her heart.

"Bang—!"

The last barrier shattered, and a chilling storm swept through the area. The black-clad swordsman raised his blade high and swept it across the living creature in front of him!

"Order it with a command curse!"

Before the blade touched his body, before his eyes turned completely gold, a figure leaped into the room from the windowsill, raising his right hand with Command Seals—one, two, three—all three Command Seals simultaneously became fuel for a miracle:

"Stop right there!"

Before a complete transformation occurs, the remaining spirit origins will still be subject to the mandatory constraints of the Command Seals, and the blessing of three Command Seals is enough to render even those with extremely high magical power powerless.

The arm that had been whipping up a fierce wind stopped, and the blackened holy sword ceased its descent.

However, judging from the black swordsman's constantly trembling arm, the Command Seal's effect probably won't last long.

"What should we do, Shuoyue? Why did it turn out like this!" Irisviel looked at the swordsman in front of her with immense heartache. "This isn't the real her!"

“It’s my fault. I arrived too late, which caused her to be contaminated by the black mud.” Shuoyue said as she walked quickly forward. “Fortunately, it hasn’t been completely transformed yet, so I still have a way to save her.”

"Wait, your body..." As the new moon approached, Kiritsugu Emiya noticed that his body was covered in cracks, as if it were porcelain on the verge of breaking.

"It's just a side effect of overexertion. The situation was urgent, and I couldn't afford to test it, so I used my full strength from the start." Shuoyue stopped in front of him, suddenly reaching out to cup his cold cheeks.

"You two, close your eyes."

Without saying a word, Kiritsugu Emiya turned around.

"Ah...ah!" Irisviel was a step too late. She realized what was happening only when Shuoyue got closer. She hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands, but her curious, doe-like pink eyes peeked out from between her fingers.

Shuoyue didn't have time to dwell on Irisviel's petty actions; the current situation required every second to be saved, so—

He cupped her beautiful face in his hands, and while the Command Seal was still active, he leaned down and kissed her.

Yes, in front of Irisviel, the human youth and the heroic spirit girl kissed.

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Even Shuoyue hadn't anticipated this action. Her eyes widened slightly, but her body was immobilized by the Command Seals—and the next moment, a platinum-gold light shone from behind her.

That is the radiance of the soul, that is the color of miracles.

Using mana replenishment as a channel, he transmitted the miracle of the Third Law to the swordsman he was kissing.

Just as a heavy rain washed away the sky, just as a gentle breeze dispersed the dust, the nauseating black mud faded away under the platinum-gold light, and the corrupted spirit core was restored to its original form.

"Pooh!"

With a burst of strength, she broke free from Shuoyue's hands and staggered back several steps. By this time, her armor had returned to normal, her blue eyes were filled with shame and anger, and a blush appeared on her face.

"Shuoyueqing! You...I...what's going on!"

"There's no other way; this is the only way to remove the black mud from your body." Shuoyue licked her lips imperceptibly, trying to maintain a serious expression.

"It was just to save people; there's nothing between us."

"Is that so..." Artoria muttered somewhat blankly, her dazed expression making Shuoyue purse her lips involuntarily.

This time, his actions were finally discovered.

"New Moon!"

"Sorry, sorry." Shuoyue apologized readily, then quickly got back to the point, "Although I attacked with a certain golden ultimate move, I saw that guy make a blocking gesture just before it hit him. I'm afraid such an attack is not enough to completely defeat him."

"So the battle isn't over yet?" Getting down to business, she composed herself. "Wu Ming said his goal is to unleash all the evil in this world and destroy everything related to you—Shuo Yue, do you remember who you've ever provoked?"