Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Secondly, she dislikes the Asian habit of taking off their shoes when entering a house. Whether wearing slippers or barefoot, she cannot stand the dragging sound of their shoes on the carpet.

Third, she hates it when others touch her things, especially the mansion left to her by her mother, which is definitely her biggest minefield.

And Mr. Sakuzuki, who revealed his human identity, whose untied bandages dragged on the ground making a similar sound, and who broke into a private residence in the middle of the night, is undoubtedly dancing in Ms. Ayumi's minefield.

There is only one reason why he wasn't humanely destroyed.

Not an opponent.

Although he had unleashed the 'Feast of the Night' before being caught, setting up a suitable battleground, the 'Chatty Twins' were pierced by a thousand swords the moment they appeared; the target chosen by the Egg Words became himself in the next moment; before he could activate the Mystic Eyes, he was captured and taken to the magician who looked like a child, losing his ability to fight.

"Give me a place to stay, Miss Arizuki," said the bandaged monster who looked more like an old freak than a child.

"This condition is already quite lenient for the defeated side; I hope you won't disappoint either of us."

Even though Yu-chu deliberately arranged an empty room for him, this uninvited guest still readily agreed, and even fell asleep without locking the door, just like now.

Kuonji Yuju raised her finger without making a sound, and the witch's pure magic power condensed at her fingertip.

With the magical crests covering her entire body, the spell bullets she conjures are powerful enough to rival large-caliber bullets. If they hit the head, even the most powerful magician will lose their mobility for a period of time. At that time, Yuu will have a chance to...

A bead of cold sweat slid down his temple.

Her fairytale monsters are frantically sounding alarms, and even without them, Miss Ayumi, a witch, feels a sudden sense of oppression.

It felt like suddenly stepping into a dragon's lair.

It's like a hungry beast eyeing its prey.

It was as if I was suddenly being watched by an endless abyss.

—And she, too, was gazing into the abyss.

My brain was racing with fear, my eyes were fixed on the 'enemy' in front of me, and my limbs felt like they were made of lead and I couldn't move them.

The person in front of her had not woken up, so what was it that made her shudder?

A pre-programmed spell? A triggered Mystic Code? Or perhaps... a familiar lurking in the room?

The magic at her fingertips dissipated, and the black witch slowly retreated, disappearing from the room as if she had never been there.

The darkness in the room only returned after the somewhat unsteady footsteps disappeared into the corridor.

The 'beast' that enveloped the entire room in shadow stretched, lay down, and continued to doze off.

The time is 6:30 in the morning.

Even though she didn't get a good night's sleep, Yuzhu still woke up from her light sleep on time.

Even on the most unruly mornings for an average person, she can perform her actions with precision and quietness, like a self-disciplined doll.

However, once she thought about what happened last night, her originally calm mood was filled with vexation.

Being defeated is one thing, but even being scared off by an assassination attempt late at night...

So now, that stubborn pest that you can't beat up or get rid of is still stuck in your house...

Filled with resentment, Yuzhu even resisted pushing open the door, as if the outside of her safe house was not her mansion, but the end of the world.

I arrived at the living room several minutes later than usual, intending to have a cup of tea to calm down, only to find that someone had already occupied it—a white-haired boy, no longer wrapped in bandages, wearing a black trench coat, was quietly reading a book on the sofa. I looked up at the sound:

Good morning, Ms. Yuzhu.

Miss Yuzhu's eyes were lifeless, yet Shuoyue continued to laugh and say:

"Breakfast has been prepared and placed in the sunroom. I am truly sorry for disturbing you last night. Please allow me to have breakfast as a token of my apology."

No.

Refuse.

Please leave.

She instinctively wanted to speak, but the boy's smile was like sunshine, dispelling the negative emotions in Yuju's heart.

A handsome young man, passively triggered.

The assessment was a resounding success!

Even though Yuju is a witch, Sakugetsu's high looks are still a form of 'beauty'. And appreciating beautiful things can always bring peace to one's heart.

So, without saying much, Miss Ayumi turned and walked towards the sunroom, and made up her mind that if the breakfast didn't satisfy her, she would fight him again or call in reinforcements to get rid of him from the mansion.

As soon as she stepped into the sunroom, the witch opened her mouth slightly and let out a silent sigh.

Wow……

What an exquisite breakfast this is!

The sausage, with its crispy crust and glistening oil from being poked with a fork, is accompanied by juicy shallots, appetizing baked beans, perfectly cooked bacon, golden toast, a single-sided fried egg shaped like a bull's eye, and a half-finger-thick, brightly colored fried salted tomato.

It was just a single plate, yet it gave people a unique sense of satisfaction and abundance, subtly catering to the girl's desire not to eat too much. Clearly, the chef was quite considerate.

For Yuju, who adheres to individualism and whose breakfasts used to be simple—or, to put it bluntly, just a piece of hard-looking toast that could be prepared in no time—such a breakfast has been a long time coming.

Picking up her knife and fork, Yuzhu suddenly understood why Aoko liked to say things like "I'm going to start eating" as a form of pre-meal etiquette.

"I...I'm starting..."

In Italian, the shape of a sunny-side-up egg is described as "a cow's eye."

Because I don't know why the chapter was published automatically (I didn't set a timer), I had to squeeze in time to write on the day I took leave, and I ran out of drafts... I've changed my leave to tomorrow, sorry for the trouble.

Chapter 219 The Truth Behind the Treasure Map and the Underlying Commands

Upon hearing the clinking of cutlery and plates in the sunroom, Shuoyue smiled slightly.

No one can resist delicious food, especially breakfast made by Emiya, whose culinary skills are EX.

While it might not raise Kuonji Arisu's favorability rating to friendly, it would at least bring her back from hostile to indifferent, allowing him to continue his pilgrimage to this sacred site for a few more days.

Having completed the favorability assessment, Shuoyue casually closed the book, recalling her dream from the previous night—the process of the Valley Trial.

The body he possessed during the trial was only of ordinary human level, with no magic to speak of. After losing his sharp spear technique, he had to rely on rolling around like a lazy donkey to escape the heavy cavalry's halberd attack.

Even so, he eventually succumbed to exhaustion and was struck by the halberd shaft of a heavy cavalryman, followed by a merciless smash, killing him instantly.

“We shouldn’t initiate an attack. In such a fierce battle, there’s no time to contemplate.” Shuoyue pondered the correct way to train. “Although King Hassan’s greatsword is really misleading, the way to fight is definitely not to go on a rampage… at least not at the beginning.”

A single, fatal blow is the creed of an assassin. Whether it's the Old Man of the Mountain or Altaïr ibn Lahad, they are masters of the art of assassination. For someone like Shuoyue, who is just starting out in the path of assassination, to rashly imitate them is tantamount to courting death.

"Tonight, we'll focus on 'perception' and 'infiltration'," Shuoyue decided on the course of action for the next trial.

"Even if I can't obtain the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, I must learn the abilities of an assassin."

The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

This incredible rainbow-level Mystic Eyes is not only possessed by Ryougi Shiki and Shiki Arima. As a Grand Master, the first Old Man of the Mountain, Hassan, once used the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception to deliver the concept of death to the immortal mother goddess Tiamat in the Seventh Singularity.

However, this is not the reason why Shuoyue was able to obtain the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception from the secret realm; his reliance stemmed more from himself.

Awakening the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception comes at a price—to see the death of all things, one must first accept one's own destined death—as far as we know, Ryougi Shiki obtained the Mystic Eyes after sacrificing her personality [Ori], while Shiki Arima paid the price of losing half of his life force.

And Shuoyue, too, had experienced death—he was a product that came into this world in place of a dissipated soul.

With this concept existing, he has the potential to awaken the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, not to mention that Ryougi Shiki has also reminded Sakugetsu of where to obtain the Mystic Eyes.

"However, this matter cannot be rushed. Rainbow-level magic eyes are not as common as cabbages. Before that, there is an important thing to be done."

The imaginary pocket opened, and the new moon took out a treasure map from it.

This treasure map is the reason he remains in this world, and it's nearing completion. Most of the marked areas have been covered up, with only one location in Misaki City remaining unexplored.

Infusing magic into the marked points, Shuoyue closed her eyes, sensing the precise latitude and longitude coordinates. After a moment, she opened her eyes and turned to look at the witch who had just emerged from the sunroom:

"I came here because the items I need are here. I'm going to start looking for them now. Do you need to supervise me?"

Perhaps because she felt obligated to help him, Youzhu didn't show any intention of kicking him out. She simply nodded and silently followed behind Shuoyue.

Guided by the homeowner, Shuoyue wandered through many twists and turns before finally finding the last component in Youzhu's magic workshop.

Looking at the humanoid figure that Sakugetsu was holding, Kuonji Yuju fell into thought.

She remembered that Aoko brought the doll back excitedly, saying that she had "picked up" it at a magic auction. However, after Ayumi's monitoring found that it had no magical reaction, Aoko, feeling deceived, left it here.

For Yuju, this humanoid figure was nothing of value except for carrying a beautiful memory.

"Really? I see. It's you..." The boy's whisper caught her attention. Yuzhu looked up and her eyes met Shuoyue's.

“Name your price, Miss Witch.”

Back in the empty room, Shuoyue sat on the floor and took out the parts she had obtained so far based on the clues from the treasure map.

An arm from the National Museum of Japan; a core from the Einzbern family; a leg from the Clock Tower; a key from the Orange Workshop; and finally, a doll with one hand and one foot, obtained from the Arisukura Mansion in Kuonji.

Although the limbs and joints bear the marks of time, only the doll's face and torso remain intact. After wiping away the accumulated dust with a damp towel, a familiar face is revealed.

Her long black hair reached her waist, and when she raised her lifelike eyelids, she revealed a pair of golden pupils. Although the torso connected to her head was missing its hands and feet, one could still feel the slenderness and beauty of a woman.

Not to mention the kimono she was wearing at the moment that accentuated her charm.

“Speaking of originating from the early Edo period, you should have realized it by now. Early Edo period, doll, wooden joints, damaged state, you should be able to guess it even by elimination…” Sakuyue picked up the hands and feet she had scavenged from other places and attached them tightly to the joints of the doll.

"However, it's really not easy to have them all preserved in such good condition until now. Or perhaps an incomplete Destiny Compendium wouldn't have been given to me, Kato Danzo?"

Looking at the beautiful doll with all four limbs intact and its eyes closed as if it were asleep, Shuoyue said with a smile.

Kato Danzo.

A ninja known to many by nicknames such as "Flying Kato" and "Tobi Kato".

In the Type-Moon universe, Kato Danzo is portrayed as a mechanical doll created by the first Fuma Kotaro and Kashin Koji, responsible for teaching the successive Fuma Kotaros, and has little to do with his historical figure.

He appeared in the parallel world of the subspecies, the stage of corpses and blood rivers, in the seven battles of the heroic swordsmen of Shimousa. He was actually manipulated and lost most of his memories. When he attacked the Demon Castle, he was manipulated and had to fight against everyone. In the end, the severely damaged Danzo was activated in self-destruct mode and exploded violently. The magic power of the first generation Fuma left behind after he dissipated was used to re-ascend the spirit origin of Fuma Kotaro, who had barely come to Shimousa.

In Hell Mandala: Heian-kyo, she also appears as a servant who protects Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Although their screen time is limited, given Sakuyue's own high level of skill, the ninjas responsible for intelligence gathering can play a significant role.

Lost in thought, Shuoyue fused the core and the key together, infusing them with magic. As the ancient mechanism began to wind up, a magical light screen suddenly appeared before him. At the same time, the Destiny Compendium sent a message.

[A mind record with the individual name 'Kato Danzo' has been detected. Do you wish to intervene and modify it?]

Shuoyue paused slightly, then suddenly remembered Kato Danzo's characteristics.

In the parallel world of the subspecies, the reason why Duan Zang was manipulated was because her memories were tampered with by Ashiya Doman.