Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

With his white, tousled hair, golden eyes, overly youthful face, and shrunken physique, this boy was almost like a swan in his younger days!

Considering the Einzbern family's superb artificial human craftsmanship, it's no wonder that Kiritsugu Emiya's first reaction to him was to imitate the doll created by the new moon.

Facing the astonished crowd, the boy smiled and politely bowed.

"It's been a long time, my wife, Kiritsugu, and..."

His familiar tone undoubtedly confirmed his identity.

"So... this is what happened after you made your wish with the Greater Grail?"

On the way to the Winter City's central hub, Irisviel still couldn't believe it and confirmed it.

After confirming the end of the war, the group immediately flew back to Winter City, so they were unaware of the changes in the new moon.

“That’s right.” Shuoyue turned her head, revealing a bright smile. “How is it? Not bad, Madam?”

Just as Irisviel was about to answer, Kiritsugu Emiya casually changed the subject: "You mentioned Illya's position in the Winter Castle's central hub, what's that all about?"

"How petty of you..." Sakuzuki glanced at Kiritsugu, whose expression remained unchanged, and gave up on the idea of ​​'bewitching' Mrs.: "Let's go, the answer you want is in the Central."

After walking through a long, dusty corridor, the central workshop, shimmering with magical light, finally came into view.

"Where am I?" Kiritsugu Emiya looked around, his face showing surprise.

As a magician assassin, he thoroughly investigated the layout of Einzbern Castle on his first day there, but he failed to discover that there was such a workshop hidden deep within the winter city!

Is it because of the magical barrier that it's concealed...?

While Kiritsugu was deep in thought, Irisviel noticed the little girl sitting obediently in a chair in the very center of the workshop.

Upon seeing everyone enter, the silver-haired, red-eyed little girl smiled with delight:

"Kiritsugu, Mother!"

"Ilia!"

Chapter 201 Falling for Her at the Sound of "Sister"

Without a doubt, that was Ilya.

After overcoming numerous hardships, Irisviel was overjoyed to be reunited with her daughter. She opened her arms and hugged her beloved daughter tightly.

"Ilya, Ilya, Mommy's back..."

"Yeah, I know, after all, Shirou already told me. Although I don't know why Shirou said he changed his name."

Ilya had no idea how difficult it was for her mother to hold her like this, nor did she understand the complex emotions contained in her mother's tears. She simply smiled innocently, which was enough to soothe her father and mother's weary hearts.

“However, from another perspective, it might be better not to know anything.” Shuoyue leaned against the wall, leisurely enjoying the touching scene of the mother and child reuniting. “This is the ending I arranged for the story, a girl who grew up in the love of her father and mother—this is the role that Illyasviel von Einzbern will play.”

There were no grand and dramatic events, no thrills or suspense. The so-called adventure, besides being exciting, also carried dangers, which were definitely not something that Ilya's hands should bear.

At least in this world, Ilya can find her own little happiness, and her future life will be decided by her own will.

What? You're saying "Fate/kaleid liner Prisma Illya" is also a happy ending for Illya? That world where the main heroine was a background character for two stories and then she ended up dying herself?

You bastard Hiroyama, you're eating my SLB!

"New Moon." Kiritsugu Emiya's voice rang out. While Irisviel was immersed in the joy of reuniting with her daughter, he was not idle. It was because of this that he discovered a doll that had been hastily hidden in the corner of the workshop.

And this doll looks exactly like Ilya.

"What's going on?" Kiritsugu's tone was filled with anxiety.

"Ah, that~" Sakutsuki drawled, "I thought Ilya was so cute, so I was planning to get her a figure as a souvenir... Just kidding, Kiritsugu, please put down your gun, I won't do that."

A series of rapid divine pronouncements finally made Kiritsugu, who was gradually becoming a doting father, put down his gun. Sakuzuki stepped forward and lifted the lifeless body, allowing Kiritsugu to see the heart area of ​​the body, which was covered with magical circuits.

"As you can see, this is Ilya's original body, but now it is simply a vessel for the Lesser Grail—would you mind if I took care of it?"

"Naturally, we will not have any involvement with magic in the future," Kiritsugu replied casually, but seeing how Sakugetsu treasured it, the ruthless magician assassin felt inexplicably uneasy.

Could it be... that Shuoyue really has those kinds of thoughts? This is a doll that hasn't even developed secondary sexual characteristics yet!

Meanwhile, Irisviel, having finished petting her daughter, finally calmed down and brought Illya to greet them.

Everyone present was an acquaintance, and Illya called out to them in a clear voice, "Kiritsugu! Maiya! Shirou... Ugh, Sakuzuki-nii! And..."

"Wait a minute." Sensing something was wrong, Shuoyue pointed at Artoria and said, "Say it again, what's her name?"

"!" Ilya raised her hand to speak, completely unaware of the problem.

Seeing the questioning look in Sakugetsu's eyes, Irisviel smiled shyly, while Kiritsugu looked away awkwardly.

At first, she only saw it as a necessary tool in the Holy Grail War, and tools only need to be called by name. It is clear that Illya was deeply influenced by her father's minimalism.

"New Moon, Servants exist for battle, they don't need any extra titles." Even Artoria explained it this way.

"Sigh... Two androids, one a king from a thousand years ago, even the two of them are outcasts in society." Shuoyue shook her head helplessly. "If you want Ilya to grow up happily, you should at least understand what a family needs, right?"

The boy squatted down and put his arm around Ilya's shoulder: "Come on, Ilya, say it with me: Aunt Maimi."

"Yes, Aunt Wumi!"

"Um, really good?" Wu Mi, dressed in black, hesitated, her eyes darting around.

"Don't respond with a question!" Shuoyue complained, then turned her gaze to the blond Knight King, leading Ilya to him.

"Next up is Artoria... well, just kidding, call her Artoria-neechan."

"Isn't that right?" Illya muttered, then quickly cheered, "Sister! Artoria sister! Yay, Illya has a sister now!"

"Yes, you have an older sister now." Seeing the stunned crowd, Shuoyue couldn't help but laugh.

"At least give me a response, Artoria-neechan~"

Ah, Artoria...

As if she were Illya, whom young Gilles called his older sister, or Lancelot, whom Mash called her father on the pyramid, Artoria clutched her heart, her breathing rapid, her holy blue pupils reflecting the smiling face of the new moon.

The skill 'Beautiful Young Man' is triggered passively.

Even those with advanced magical abilities would find it hard to resist the boy's charm, because aside from his handsome appearance, his identity is even more worthy of concern.

He was a Knight of the Round Table, personally appointed by King Arthur in this era, a continuation of the dream of Britain a thousand years ago.

Looking back on the time spent with Shuoyue, although it couldn't compare to the days she fought alongside the Round Table on the throne, those small but shining everyday moments, after she shed her royal status, truly shone brightly in Artoria's memory.

That was a feeling that King Arthur, the King of Glory, had never experienced in his entire life. It was the most ordinary yet most precious emotion, apart from the triumph of victory, the bitterness of defeat, the joy of the people's cheers, and the sorrow of the lords' betrayal.

The king, lonely at the top, yearns for affection; the incarnation of a non-human fantasy creature longs for continuation.

And right in front of her was a young man who could fulfill all her needs.

Under Shuoyue's slightly surprised gaze, she stepped forward and, with somewhat awkward movements, gently stroked his hair.

"Yes, I'm the older sister, Shuoyue."

Did I add the wrong amount of affection...? Looking at that overly innocent smile, Shuoyue inwardly complained, but still opened her arms: "So, how about a farewell hug?"

"Are you leaving already?" She embraced him without any restraint, the fragrance of his perfume filling the air.

"Yes, I'm only here to retrieve something and take care of Ilya's matter." Shuoyue's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, then quickly relaxed. "As for you, what do you plan to do next? Are you going to stay here?"

“At first, I did have that thought: to protect Irisviel for at least my entire life before leaving.” As a red dragon from Britain, decades was nothing to Artoria. “However, my thoughts have changed now.”

"changed?"

"Yes." Feeling the warmth of the new moon, her eyes were sharply fixed on his shadow, as if something dangerous lurked there. "The fall of Britain is a fact; I cannot change the past, but at least I can protect the continuation of the future."

Releasing her embrace, Artoria gazed steadily at Sakumoku, a slightly indulgent smile on her face:

"After I've settled down in Irisviel, I'll head to Avalon to find my teacher, Merlin."

Chapter 202 The Winter City Now a Thing of the Past

As expected, the favorability points were allocated in the wrong place...

Recalling that eerie smile as he left, and his attempt to grope Shuoyue's head, the boy couldn't help but shudder.

If you're in love, you should feel shy. Could it be that the description in FSN is wrong, and the mighty red dragon of Britain is actually a carnivorous girlfriend?

Numbing herself with slightly sarcastic speculation, Shuoyue watched the group's disappearing figures, her fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

He had already informed Kiritsugu Emiya of the merger between the Matou and Tohsaka families. Compared to the Einzbern Castle, which had lost its head, the peaceful Fuyuki City was clearly a better place for them to live.

They will follow Kiritsugu and the others to Fuyuki City, where they will settle down completely before ending their journey and returning to that desolate hill.

The legend of King Arthur has come to an end, but the story of the young female knight has only just begun.

Just like the new moon now.

Behind the pensive boy, the magic circuits were activated, and pale blue magical particles flowed through the intricate pipes, illuminating the dimly lit magic workshop with a strange scene where technology and magic intertwined.

"Kiritsugu Emiya and the others have already left. Let's continue our previous topic—tell me, where is the Third Law?"

"Still don't understand? The Third Law you've been so painstakingly pursuing is right before you." Shuoyue turned, smiling at the enormous, non-human-shaped central hub. "Ahadion, or rather—Yubustakuhaid."

By now, few people know this secret: In reality, "Yubstakhaid" was the artificial intelligence created by the disciples of the Third Mage to control the castle's central hub, and was also the father of all the artificial humans created by the Einzbern. "Yahard" was the eighth-generation humanoid terminal created by "Yubstakhaid".

His personality no longer exists. At best, he exists as an operational castle, implanting the necessary "humanity" into each generation of humanoid terminals, making them imitate human speech and behavior. In essence, he is an automaton that "continues to operate forever at the cost of being unable to progress." His mode of existence is like an ancient clock that records time every moment, but has long since disappeared from people's memories before it collapses.

Another secret is that when Illya, the homunculus representing the pinnacle of Einzbern technology, fails, Yubustakuhaid will abandon the Greater Grail, shut down its power, and completely end the mission of the Einzbern race.

Now, the victor of the Fourth Holy Grail War does not belong to the Einzbern family, and Ilya, who carries the hopes of the Fifth Holy Grail War, has been taken away by her parents. If it weren't for the fact that the new moon had found the core of "Yubustakuhaid" in advance and proposed a deal, Winter City would have already become a dead zone.

There is only one thing that can make the AI ​​hub change the rules—that is the supreme magic that its creators crave: the Third Law.

"So, you are the holder of the Third Magic?" The voice of the intelligent central system remained unchanged, but the constantly accelerating magical particles in its 'veins' indicated that it was increasing its computing power. "Based on your current combat performance, it is deduced that you are an Imaginary Magician, with no remnants of the Third Magic."

"So, what about now?"

As the sound rang out, a platinum-gold light dispelled all the darkness in the workshop.

Before Haid, the boy was bathed in a miracle called 'magic', gradually revealing his upright figure. The immaturity on his face faded, and he returned to his most powerful youthful form.

The Third Law: The Materialization of the Soul.

This is the result of Shuoyue's exploration last night. If this body is indeed what Shuoyue expected, then the manipulation of the soul will also be reflected in the body. Yes, this transformation from the growth stage to the peak state in an instant is the miracle that the Third Law can achieve.

"So, does this please you, Yubustakuhaid?" The young man, exactly as he had been during the Holy Grail War, bowed deeply, his every gesture exuding an undeniable aura. "Do you acknowledge that I can carry on the torch of those who seek my guidance?"

Without a second thought, without a doubt, the central authority that sustains the entire Winter City has provided the answer: