Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Sigh... I never thought I'd have to come back after only a year." On the moving walkway, a girl with her hair in pigtails, wearing a red long-sleeved shirt with a white cross on the upper part of her chest, closed her eyes and sighed helplessly.

From the suitcase to her right, a mocking sound, seemingly inhuman, emanated:

"How does it feel to return to my hometown after so long, Master?"

"It's nothing, it doesn't matter at all." The girl opened her blue gem-like eyes. "Speaking of which, it's really amazing that you actually got through customs..."

"Ha~~~" She was interrupted by a yawn behind her before she could finish speaking. "What a humid and chaotic country, it doesn't have even the slightest bit of elegance."

Finally, the person behind him concluded in an arrogant tone, "Indeed, just like so-and-so, oh ho ho ho ho..."

At this point, the girl's anger bar was completely full.

"Ruby, I need to correct what I just said. I feel terrible."

As she said this, the girl suddenly turned around, staring at the guy who was walking with her behind her, her face full of displeasure: "I feel like throwing up from coming back with this idiot!"

The girl who called her an idiot was a woman with amber eyes, who held her head high like a swan. Her striking blue evening gown reminded people of the blue sky, and her long, wavy blonde hair was tied with a matching headband. She exuded a golden aura.

In terms of appearance, the girl was in no way inferior to her—whether it was the red long sleeves that outlined her body curves or her beautiful black stockings, the girl looked as elegant and light as a deer.

However, there was only one place where she lost too much.

“I’m the one who feels disgusted and wants to vomit.” Under the girl’s relentless attack, the blonde woman stepped forward and responded, “In the end, the responsibility for everything that has come to this is all yours.”

As the blonde woman moved, a wave suddenly rose from her chest, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

The girl glanced at it subconsciously, then looked away, even angrier.

"How can you say something like that, trying to shirk your responsibility like this? You curly-haired bastard."

"What did you say?" The blonde woman's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, clearly quite concerned about her hairstyle. The two, who couldn't see eye to eye, glared at each other, sparks flying between them.

"Please don't argue in public, Master."

A calm voice offered a reminder from inside the blonde woman's handbag.

"What a shameful bunch of bastards."

From the girl in red's suitcase, a mocking voice gloated.

"Have you forgotten why we made a special trip to Japan?"

These words finally calmed the two men who had been locked in a fierce battle, causing them to look away.

"You're really causing me trouble."

"Let's get this sorted out and go back, Ruby."

Two women arguing always attracts attention, let alone two elegant women.

The two, who were only focused on each other (their enemies), did not notice that not far away, a young priest with a piece of bread in his mouth was carefully watching their banter.

"Rin Tohsaka and Luvia Celine Edelfelt, no matter which world they meet, they will become like this."

Who would have thought that before meeting Lucy, Rin Tohsaka was a perfect beautiful girl with excellent grades and good character?

Who would have thought that before meeting Rin Tohsaka, Luvia was a proud white swan who attracted attention at a noble party?

Whether Rin provoked Luvia or Luvia provoked Rin is unknown. The only certainty is that the two not only have many things in common, but also share the fact that "two tigers cannot share one mountain."

This characteristic has been amplified like never before in this world, so much so that once the two collide, they will inevitably be drawn into a fierce battle.

"The two magical women have arrived in Fuyuki City. The story begins." After simply noting down the time period in her notebook, Shuoyue stood up and disappeared into the rhombus-shaped space.

When they reappeared, they had already arrived at the headquarters of the Magic Association in London, thousands of miles away.

In the afternoon, at Ilya's house

"I'm back~" x2

"Welcome back, Miss Illya." Hearing the voice from the entrance, the maid Sera, with her elegant, married-woman-like hairstyle, came out to greet Illya, who was changing her shoes. "Shirou, did you come back with us too?"

"Yes, we met at the school gate." The young man with short red hair and amber eyes replied. His face was very similar to that of the former Sakuzuki, because in this timeline, he was just an ordinary person who inherited the name 'Shirou'.

Yes, when it comes to Fuyuki City, besides the Holy Grail War and its three starter families, there is another force worth paying attention to: the Emiya family.

Of course, in this world, it would be more appropriate to call it the Ilya family.

"By the way, Miss Ilya, this umbrella has been here for three days. Should I put it away?"

"Huh? That umbrella?" The little girl, with silver hair and crimson eyes, who looked exactly like her mother, was taken aback, but quickly realized, "Oh, speaking of which, that priest brother said he would come to pick it up, right?"

"Father brother?" Shirou asked in confusion.

“It was when we were taking Madam to the airport,” Sera explained. “It suddenly started raining outside, and when I went to buy an umbrella, Ilya ran into a priest. He lent the umbrella to Miss Ilya and said he would come back to pick it up in a few days.”

"In a few days... but how will he know where we live?"

"So, in my opinion, the priest must have known that Miss Ilya wouldn't agree to give her the umbrella, so he used this as an excuse to give it to her."

"I'm not a child anymore!" Ilya protested angrily. "That priest brother definitely didn't lie!"

"Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask... why did Ilya call him 'Father Brother'?" At this point, Shirou couldn't help but recall the brooding-looking man he had met at the church, and he involuntarily shuddered. "Shouldn't priests be called uncles or grandfathers?"

"Because he's so young, I always feel like he's still in elementary school like me." Ilya blinked, not understanding why her brother suddenly had such a disgusted expression.

"Sera—" came a lazy voice from the living room, "Mrs. Alice is on the phone—"

"Madam?" Sera exclaimed in surprise and rushed back. She saw a maid lying on the sofa, resembling her but with a more voluptuous figure, who had already initiated a video call. A silver-haired woman dressed as a refined English lady immediately appeared on the screen.

Hello everyone, how have you been lately~~~

Irisviel, the woman at the top of the food chain in this family, is also the mother of Illya and Shirou.

"Mother?!"

"lady?!"

Immediately, the eldest son and second daughter of the Ilya family, who were also the two maids, huddled together, staring wide-eyed at the beautiful woman in the video:

"Mom, didn't you just leave yesterday? Why are you calling today?"

"Oh dear, isn't there an emergency?" As she said this, Irisviel's brows furrowed slightly, but she concealed it well.

"Let's get down to business. In short, a kid that Mom knows has to go to Fuyuki City. Since he's all alone in Fuyuki, Kiritsugu and I have decided to let him stay with us."

Irisviel pulled a photograph from her pocket and showed it to everyone with a smile: "Look, this is the child. Take good care of him, just like you would take care of Illya!"

Before Sera and Shirou could react, Illya's eyes widened in surprise:

"Hey—! Isn't that the priest who brought me the umbrella?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a rhythmic knock sounded at the door, and the boy's voice rang out clearly:

"Excuse me, I am Shuoyue, and I have come here at the invitation of Ms. Irisviel."

Chapter 232 A New Member of the Illya Family

Clock Tower, London, England

Based at the British Museum in London, this place is a gathering place for self-proclaimed masters who claim to dominate the long history of magic, as well as ambitious magicians from all over the world.

Of a thousand people, a thousand give up halfway, which is indeed true... Well, one should be free to dream, right?

At least, that's what the man dressed in black with a cigarette in his mouth thought.

So-called magic is a cruel joke played by God, a manifestation of humanity's inherent flaw of classifying itself into different social classes—well, but I, who also use magic, have no right to comment on it.

Walking past groups of students, some gloomy and mysterious, others vibrant and energetic, an assassin with a detached expression and a body stained with the bloody stench of fratricide naturally faced their ostracism.

It wasn't until he stepped out of the clock tower that the bright sunshine and fresh air after the rain made him feel refreshed. He twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, trying to force a smile, and walked towards a café on the side of the street.

His wife, Irisviel, was sitting there waiting for him—but when he entered the café, he found his wife covering her mouth and laughing, with a white-haired, golden-eyed boy sitting in front of her who looked quite familiar to him.

Yes, Shirou looked just like that back then.

As if recalling the child he adopted and raised, the man felt a warmth in his heart, while his left hand subtly reached for the handle of the gun in his pocket.

This is the clock tower.

He didn't believe in coincidences; if someone with that appearance approached them, something must have happened.

He cautiously approached his wife, exchanged a glance with the sitting boy, and asked, "Excuse me..."

"Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel, I've been looking for you two for ages." The boy, dressed in black robes and wearing a cross necklace, looked up and bluntly revealed their identities. "From Winter Castle to Snowfield City, and finally all the way to the Clock Tower—what, haven't the remnants of the Holy Grail War been completely eradicated yet?"

"How could you..." Irisviel's face paled, completely taken aback that the boy who had just been acting like a complete stranger and chatting so amiably with her had suddenly become so knowledgeable. Meanwhile, Kiritsugu Emiya, with his left hand protectively in front of his wife, had his right hand already in his pocket, making no attempt to hide his hostility.

"Who exactly are you? What is your purpose in approaching us?"

Despite the tense atmosphere, the boy maintained a nonchalant smile, as if the passersby were passing by, completely unaware of the potential crisis.

"Let me state the conclusion first—although I don't know if you, Kiritsugu, have the Origin Bullet in this world, if you don't, the two of you are no match for me."

“Even so, we cannot simply surrender.” Kiritsugu Emiya said in a deep voice, and just as he was about to draw his pistol, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

With his long black hair tied in a ponytail and his face expressionless, the ninja held a dagger to Kiritsugu Emiya's neck: "Don't move."

"Kiritsugu!" Irisviel exclaimed, her hands beginning to weave silver threads, but the boy opposite her merely flicked his finger, and her azure life completely ceased to move.

"Stop, Madam." Having subdued the two in the blink of an eye, Shuoyue clapped her hands. "Let's continue our unfinished conversation."

Shuoyue's conditions were simple: he would be given a fabricated identity and allowed to stay temporarily at Ilya's house. In return, he would protect Ilya's safety.

The treatment of prisoners of war was far too generous—Irisviel and Kiritsugu Emiya were initially hesitant, but under Sakuzuki's "careful persuasion," they eventually signed this 'unequal treaty'.

Thus, the scene where Irisviel calls home came about.

"Greetings, everyone. I am Shuoyue, a trainee priest from the Church of Saints. Please feel free to guide me."

In the hall, apart from the head of the family and the matriarch, all the members of the Ilya family were gathered together, and standing in front of them was a boy with white hair and golden eyes, who had a harmless smile on his face.

"I am here at the invitation of Ms. Irisviel. Please forgive my intrusion."

"Not at all, we are very happy to welcome Mr. Shuoyue." The maid, Sera, did not break her manners, and bowed with her hands folded over her stomach. "I am Sera, one of the maids in this house, and Liz is also... Liz? Liz!"

(German: Good afternoon). "Lying in like a large Persian cat, she is called Lizzie in FSN, and here she is called Liz's Maid Number Two, responding in German."

(German: Greetings to God). "Shuoyue smiled and replied in German as well.

"I feel like I'm a fake German mixed-race person..." Illya was stunned for a long time before she reacted and whispered to her brother Shirou.

"Don't look at me like that... I grew up in Fuyuki from the very beginning." Shirou maintained an awkward but polite smile and said in a low voice as well.

The whispers between the two naturally did not escape Shuoyue's ears. He looked at Illya and Shirou in this world and a slight smile appeared on his lips.