Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

With a "clatter," the chains were unlocked, and Webber slumped to the ground in a disheveled state, grimacing as he moved his arms.

"Let me tell you, Kenneth's student, why this young lady kidnapped you," Shuoyue said in a strange tone, as if she didn't recognize Weber. "It's because of my existence."

“Nominally, I am the acting head of the Archibald family, but in terms of strength, a certain branch family has already become Kenneth’s sacrificial lamb. Originally, as long as these magicians obediently became my servants, I would naturally maintain El-Melloi’s lordship and prevent other families from daring to invade Archibald. However, these fools do not seem to have any intention of giving up their monarchical power and status.”

At this point, Weber understood Shuoyue's unspoken meaning: "In other words, they wanted me to come here..."

“Yes, in any case, this young lady is not old enough to command respect. Before she comes of age, someone must take over the role of monarch.” As she spoke, Shuoyue casually shook Reines in her hand. “Moreover, there always needs to be someone to oppose me so that they can rightfully stand in the spotlight and continue their political games.”

Upon hearing this, Waver instinctively looked at Reines, but she looked away.

If it weren't for external pressure and internal rivals, she wouldn't have wanted to drag Weber into this quagmire.

But—the survival of the family is paramount.

“Of course, I have no interest in you, Waver Velvet, survivor of the Fourth Holy Grail War.” Shuoyue suddenly changed the subject and said, “Perhaps, if I let you gather the resistance forces together and then easily crush them, I can eliminate the problem once and for all and eradicate future troubles.”

Amid gasps of surprise, the boy tossed the upside-down Reines into Waver's arms, clapped his hands, and leisurely walked out of the room with two servants.

"Then, fight me with all your might and please me, Mr. El-Melloi II (false), I look forward to your performance."

The boy left, while Webber, knocked to the ground by the impact, stared at Reines, who was sitting on his stomach like a duck.

"It seems we'll have to form an alliance, brother~"

Chapter 205 After the Child Bride, It's Bachelor Party Time!

After several hours of negotiations, Reines finally let Waver go, satisfied, and allowed him to go back and rest.

After Weber left, she covered her mouth with her hand and let out a small yawn.

As a child under ten years old, the fact that she could muster the energy to discuss things with Weber until now already demonstrates her exceptional intelligence.

But when she closes her eyes, she can't help but recall her conversations with her 'brother', Webber Velvet.

“My relationship with the teacher wasn’t very harmonious, and he didn’t appreciate me much. But I was a student in that classroom, that’s a fact, so I couldn’t take away the opportunity to learn from those students who were just like me before.”

And when Reines mentioned that he had stolen Kenneth's relics, this is how the man responded:

“You’re right. I haven’t mastered this thing. I’m not qualified to be the master of that conqueror king. I confess my guilt. So, I only ask that you spare my life.”

"Oh dear, in this situation shouldn't you say, 'If that still doesn't suffice, then kill me'?"

“I still have things I want to do.” Only at this moment did the frail man exude a captivating aura of a seeker of truth, “on the honor of that king.”

Live on, Weber, witness all this, and then live to tell it all. Tell the world how joyfully your king lived, tell the world how swiftly and powerfully Iskandar rode.

That was the final command from a certain heroic spirit, a certain king, and it was also the dream that embodied Waver's entire life.

For this, they would not hesitate to lose their dignity and freedom.

Recalling the man's eyes, which spoke of unwavering conviction, Reines slightly raised her face, her eyes sparkling, and for a moment she forgot what to say.

If at first she still thought of Webber as a tool and that she would manipulate things from behind the scenes, now she has completely believed in this man's resolve and has truly made the decision to relinquish power to him.

Those who share her gaze will never have thoughts of running away or giving up.

“Since you’re going to take responsibility, then you should start with the debts—the Archibald family is now heavily indebted, with enough debt to make a Hollywood blockbuster.”

"I accept."

“No way! Well, then the second one… concerning the El-Melloi family’s magic crest.” After briefly revealing her girlish emotions, Reines quickly regained her serious demeanor. “Regarding my adoptive brother’s Origin Crest, it is now in the hands of that mysterious fellow.”

"And what I need you to do is take it back from him, brother~ brother~"

The memory was interrupted. Reines opened her eyes and looked at the sparsely lit, empty room. A trace of fatigue finally appeared on her small face.

"You're the only person I can rely on... Weber Velvet."

Unbeknownst to Reines, after ending their conversation, Waver was teleported to another location by the diamond displacement space simply by stepping out of the door with his left foot.

It was a Chinese-style study, with books from different schools of thought and different disciplines neatly arranged together, almost filling the entire room.

In the center of the study, two figures sat facing each other at the tea table.

"Oh, you've finally arrived. You've been so slow." Shuoyue, with silver hair and golden eyes, flipped through a book in her left hand and held a teacup in her right, without looking up. "It seems that Reines is really wary of me, since she's been discussing things with you for so long."

"Hey, Weber!" Sitting opposite Shuoyue was a tall, thin man with white hair, his face pale and sickly, yet flushed with excitement. "Long time no see, my dear friend!"

Weber wasn't surprised by Shuoyue's invitation, but he was taken aback by the man's appearance: "Melvin! What are you doing here?"

“My best friend and my business partner are about to fight—how could I not be invited to such a fun event?” Seeing Webber’s surprised expression, the white-haired man revealed a perfectly natural and pleased smile.

Melvin Weinz, a young man from a prestigious family connected to three noble clans, is a trainer who remains at the priestly level due to his frail health. He is a severe pleasure addict, essentially born with a twisted personality, deriving pleasure from the depravity or missteps of others. If not for his close friend Waver and his own principles, he would likely have become someone similar to Kirei Kotomine.

He claims to be Waver's "best of best friends." Before the Fourth Holy Grail War, Waver lent him money for a plane ticket after Waver boasted that he would "tear down the Clock Tower." At the same time, the funds for Waver's planned purchase of the El-Melloi classroom were also provided free of charge by this wealthy friend.

"Getting back to the main topic, after discussing things with your childhood sweetheart, it's time for us to have a bachelor party, Weber, or should I call you El-Melloi II?" Shuoyue closed her book and smiled with great interest.

A child bride? Weber was almost defeated by Shuoyue's wild imagination: "What are you talking about? She's just my sister."

"Oh, where's my sister?" Shuoyue and Melvin exchanged a glance and repeated in unison, drawing out their voices.

"Hey, you two, that's enough!" Weber was getting a little defensive from the two of them. "I already said let's get back to the point! Shuoyue, you never really wanted Kenneth's family to obey you, did you?"

"As expected of Weber, you figured it out so quickly!" Melvin clapped. "You know, a whole bunch of guys in the Clock Tower are still completely in the dark!"

"That's because I know what kind of person this guy is. Don't be fooled by his seemingly harmless appearance now; when it comes to his wickedness, he's just as bad as you, Melvin," Webber retorted mercilessly.

Perhaps it was because they were both survivors of the Holy Grail War, or perhaps because New Moon had indeed fulfilled his promise to the Emperor, Waver and New Moon gradually became acquainted, and their conversations became less formal.

"Judging from your previous performance, Shuoyue, you have no intention of acquiring this family at all, yet you have been putting pressure on your teacher's family, ultimately forcing them to seek outside help, which is me, to fight against you and buy time."

"The word 'delaying' is used very well." Shuoyue nodded. "Because of my forced growth, you haven't moved into the El-Melloi classroom yet, and naturally haven't achieved anything to earn Reines's appreciation. You should know in your heart that under such unequal circumstances, Reines forcibly brought you here just to use you as cannon fodder."

"Who knows about such things?" Recalling Reines's expression at that time, Waver thoughtfully changed the subject. "You've already handed 'that thing' over to me, and the task entrusted to you should be completed. So why did you force the Archibald family to bring me here? No, there's another question before that—what is your purpose in coming to the Clock Tower?"

Faced with Weber's question, Shuoyue did not hide anything: "My purpose in coming to the Clock Tower is very simple, which is to deal with things like the Golden Apple. And without using violence, the 'self-compulsion certificate' I signed with Kenneth is the simplest and most efficient way for me to enter the Clock Tower."

“I understand… For you, all that matters is being able to enter the Clock Tower legitimately. Is the Archibald family, one of the twelve lords, a burden?”

“That’s right.” The boy snapped his fingers. “But based on what I know about you, you definitely won’t ignore the decline of the Kenneth family. Rather than letting you clean up the mess a few years later, it’s better to put you in the spotlight sooner. With the intimidation of a big villain like me, you can save yourself a lot of trouble.”

“I understand the general situation.” Weber, who had graduated from adolescence and was now growing his hair long, nodded and said in a deep voice:

"But why go to such lengths for me, Shuoyue?"

Chapter 206 Staying up all night to "strike the soul" harms both body and mind.

Despite having a contract personally signed by Kenneth and possessing formidable strength, Shuoyue still faced strong resistance from the Archibald family.

The reason is simple: Sakuyue is an outsider. For magician families with magical inscriptions, only members who bear the family name are qualified to be the head of the family. An uninvited guest like Sakuyue, who fell from the sky, is not worthy of succeeding Kenneth as lord.

But in the Clock Tower, where factions abound, matters involving the twelve lords are never decided by a single family—yes, even family matters are no exception.

Inside the clock tower lies Rashomon, where human good deeds are kept outside the tower, while human evil thrives within.

The factions hostile to Archibald were eager for outsiders to seize the family, as the inability to inherit the magic crest meant that the Archibald family would fall apart and fall from grace after the departure of the new moon. Most of the factions allied with Archibald left after the fall of Lord Kenneth, and Sophia, the head of the Spellcasting Department and the father of Kenneth's fiancée, directly drew a line and became enemies.

The remaining 'allies' are all just using the banner of alliance as a pretext, each with their own ulterior motives. Even if a family were willing to lend a helping hand, they would certainly be happy to see someone single-handedly prop up El-Melloi, even if he is not from there.

As for what the next generation of the Archibald family will become? That is certainly not within the scope of these people's considerations.

Beset by internal and external troubles, a drowning person will desperately grasp at any straw. Now that Reines has chosen to push Waver to the forefront and even entrust him with the name 'El-Melloi,' as long as Waver doesn't do anything foolish, he will undoubtedly rise rapidly to become one of the twelve 'lords' above all others in the Clock Tower.

It could be said that Shuoyue's act of pushing herself to the opposite side of the Archibald family was paving the way for the arrival of Weber.

Encountering such a stroke of good fortune, most people would be overjoyed, right? However, Weber was not happy at all; instead, he frowned and asked the leisurely young man:

"Why did you help me to this extent? I don't think I have anything that you would covet."

"Well, who knows?" The boy smiled broadly. "Speaking of which, in this Holy Grail War, I became a Knight of the Round Table, and you became a subject of Iskandar, the King of Conquerors—if you think about it that way, we're really destined to meet."

"Hey, can you just say something like that out loud?!" Weber glanced at Melvin in a panic, but the latter didn't seem to care.

"It's alright, Weber. Shuoyue has already told me all those stories. I must say, it was truly a spectacular war. I regret not booking a two-seater ticket!"

"Even from a personal perspective, I look forward to your future performance." Shuoyue thought to herself that she couldn't very well say she wanted to see him get a stomachache from being annoyed by the students, but on the surface, she put on a serious face and said, "I have my own path, and you have your own battlefield. Just don't let me down."

"I understand..." Weber looked at the smiling boy and inexplicably felt a lump in his throat.

After the Conqueror King left, Shuoyue was the second person to help him in this way.

"I will strive to fulfill my responsibilities as a teacher!"

After El-Melloi II left with a sense of triumph, Shuoyue and Melvin exchanged a glance and shook their heads helplessly: "What an idiot. He had so many options to make his life easier, yet he chose this path."

“That’s exactly why I chose him, Mr. Shuoyue.” The cheerful tuner coughed lightly and smiled. “To be honest, life itself is a vector. Even if you leave it alone, it will develop technology and abilities. It’s more difficult to stand still. In a place like the Clock Tower, there are countless humans who let their half-baked magic talents blossom.”

Looking towards the front door where Weber had left, Melvin continued:

However, it's extremely rare for the vector itself to change. It's as if even reality, the very root of the soul, has been reborn. Especially since I've only ever seen one human so utterly honest about his own worthlessness. That alone is enough to pique anyone's interest, isn't it?

"Hmph, a pair of bickering lovers. Well then, you can continue to witness his life." Shuoyue put down her teacup. "However, our lesson isn't over yet, Professor Melvin?"

"Alright, alright. Considering you paid with your Mythic Mystic Code, I'll force my body to continue working overtime." The man known as the 'Tunneler' shrugged and continued his lesson from before Waver's arrival:

“All living things possess their own inherent vibrations. Whether it’s an ant, a bird, or a human. Although the vibrations of blood relatives can be very similar, they are by no means completely identical… The problem is that a magic crest is also a kind of life, and therefore possesses a different vibration from its host. So, as long as the vibrations of both parties are made as close as possible, the efficiency of the crest will be significantly improved…”

The lights flickered, and two figures stood motionless on the yellowish white wall, like a mysterious and still ritual painting.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

A silent bell tolled from somewhere. Walking along the path in the quiet valley, a young man shrouded in black robes held a long spear, his face solemn.

A silvery light flashed across the horizon.

While the silver powder was used to obscure the vision, vicious whipping followed. As if by prior arrangement, two more burly men wielding strange weapons jumped out from both sides of the path, one holding a dagger and the other simply launching an attack with his mutated arm.

The only response they received was the ever-fiercer tip of their guns.

The whip was caught by the gun barrel, and the attacking figure flew involuntarily toward the youth, piercing his head from above; the dagger slashed the youth's abdomen, but at the cost of the attacker's own head being smashed to the ground, killing him instantly; the mutated arm missed its target and was cleanly severed by the blade projected by the youth, which then took his head.

The battle ended, and the young man, who had fought three against one, put away his spear and exhaled a long breath.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy.

"It's poisonous..."

With a thud, his body fell to the ground, while his soul rose into the sky.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The death knell echoed through the valley, revealing a large character before the soul's gaze—