Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

But he never fought against anyone who possessed projection magic. Even that 'him' was just using the power from the other side of the moon.

"I want to experience battle again, I want to fight someone with projection magic again..." he murmured, the desire to fight burning like fire in the swordsman's eyes.

"The battle between counterfeits is absolutely fascinating!"

The flames were quickly and skillfully suppressed. The swordsman landed in front of the silent church. A flash of white light appeared, his class card popped out, and he reverted to his young priest form.

I stepped forward and pushed open the door.

"I'm back."

That was what her master said to her when they left the Mirror Realm, before everyone else had woken up.

"You did a good job tonight, Duan Zang. You've worked hard all this time."

"And you look really beautiful tonight."

How did she answer? Yes, that was the most standard, pre-programmed answer—

"Thank you very much, Master. I am deeply grateful."

She lowered her head humbly once again, unaware of her master's slightly bored expression.

beauty?

Duan Zang knew that this meant something that would give people pleasure, something that was pleasing to the eye.

But why is the host emphasizing this point so much tonight?

Many days later, Duan Zang finally understood the reason—

That was because that night, for the first time, the owner sensed emotions in her that didn't belong to a doll.

Although the name of that feeling is "unease".

“I need an explanation, Duan Zang.”

That night, which was still ongoing, the master revealed to her an unprecedentedly cold expression, one that concealed intense emotions.

Ahhh...

The sword of judgment, which was aimed at me, finally descended.

Pushing open the church door, one is greeted by the sight of a young girl's unguarded, soft, and white body.

Like an offering to a god, the nun knelt in the center of the church, her back to the door, making it impossible to see the expression on her face.

That was a scene so sacred it was inviolable, or so evil it was tempting to defile.

—If we ignore the medical equipment around the girl and the scar on her back that keeps bleeding.

Faced with the erotic yet bloody scene, the priest turned and left expressionlessly, only to kick the door open with a bang a moment later, as if this was the proper way to do it.

The only change was that the naked, silver-haired nun covered her chest with her hands and calmly turned around.

"Oh, so you did come back, Father."

She felt no embarrassment whatsoever; the concept of 'shyness' had long since vanished from her soul. Besides, the nun had never found anyone as utterly rotten as herself to be attractive.

Even if Shuoyue ordered her to put her arm down, Karen would probably do it without a care.

But the priest's reaction was not as calm as hers—his golden eyes had somehow turned into angry vertical pupils.

“I need an explanation, Duan Zang.”

In a sense, Kuro's personality is most similar to that of Illya in FSN and a series of canon characters, but she is more lively, cheerful, and has more common sense—of course, you could also call her a female version of Shirou (laughs).

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Chapter 264 Chaldea Arrives

There are no particularly moving stories or tragic sacrifices.

The church leader simply assigned the nun a task to investigate demons, which the nun completed diligently and conscientiously.

Her severe injuries were shocking to see, but they were also "work-related injuries" that Karen had experienced countless times and had become accustomed to.

The disadvantages of so-called masochistic spiritual mediums are clearly stated, aren't they?

"At least thanks to Duan Zang, you've preserved your most cherished virtue, your chastity. Hmph, as a man, you should be happy."

The nun silently accepted the ninja's bandages, her words as sharp as ever.

"Is that what I care about?" Shuoyue retorted irritably, leaning against the wall, feeling that it was the perfect time to have a smoke to calm down.

Unfortunately, he had already quit smoking, and he was simply unable to remain calm.

"Are you a masochist? Do you have to hurt yourself like this to feel pleasure?"

Questioning is always easier than showing concern, and the moment the words left her mouth, Shuoyue realized she couldn't stop.

"What did I tell you before? Since you're injured, you should rest and recover properly! There's no point in working while injured. This godforsaken church won't give you a raise. Can't you just stay here and rest properly? You idiot!"

"What was the point of me bringing you from the church? Don't you have any idea? You're just wagging your tail and blaming yourself for running off with someone else? You're so arrogant, Karen Altasia, you won't even listen to your boss!"

Those justifiable angers and empathetic concerns eventually turned into seemingly blaming resentment—did the nun notice this subtle shift?

The silver-haired nun simply lowered her eyes, her tone light and pleasant.

“I am a believer in the Lord, and my life should be dedicated to God. This is the meaning of my existence.”

As if her throat had been choked, Shuoyue could no longer utter a sound.

Like Kirei Kotomine, his daughter Karen was also someone whose inner self was completely broken, unable to feel the pain of life, and who honestly endured her life of abuse. It could be said that her life goal was to help others at all costs, and she took this goal to the point of self-harm, blaming everything on the influence of the devil.

Did the transmigrator who used their authority to bring Kallen here harbor the ridiculous idea of ​​"saving everything"?

Finally, the priest looked away in disappointment and turned to walk out.

"Duan Zang, come out."

Karen clearly felt the doll that was bandaging her suddenly tremble, then stand up, bow silently, and walk out the door.

It wasn't her fault; she had accepted the mission assigned to her by the church because she was too willful, and ended up returning covered in injuries, only to be caught red-handed by Shuoyue.

The nun was well aware of this, and at the same time firmly believed that the priest was not an unreasonable person.

For some reason, she suddenly felt uneasy. The cool and burning sensations came from the contact between the wound and the bandage on her back, making Karen frown uncomfortably.

After hesitating for a moment, she put on her coat and shoes and stumbled toward the door.

At the door, Shuoyue looked at Kato Danzo, who had his head bowed and dared not look him in the eye.

...No, the phrase 'cannot look directly at' is too emotional. It's just the doll's programming, a way of expressing respect.

He ordered Kato Danzo to treat Karen as his second master. If Karen insisted on going, Danzo had neither the ability nor the reason to stop her.

It was all just wishful thinking on his part.

Realizing this, Shuoyue's nameless anger finally subsided. He rubbed his temples and calmly uttered:

"It's alright, Duan Zang. This isn't your fault. Go back now."

"Yes."

Just as Shuoyue had expected, the doll simply responded with a curt reply and turned to leave.

Without guilt or self-reproach, the root of these man-made objects lies in human utilitarianism or tragic desires. How can the new moon expect them to experience more romantic 'feelings' from mere interests and purposes?

What's even more ridiculous is that even people can't understand each other, so what can Shuoyue expect from a puppet created to complete a mission?

Those who pursue the Third Law are ruining their minds; no, this isn't the path to 'materializing the soul' in the first place.

After muttering something incomprehensible to everyone, Shuoyue raised her voice slightly and spoke to the doll-like girl who was walking away:

“Remember, the moment you were given life, you had the right and the obligation to think, Miss Duan Zang.”

The solemn address made the doll stiffen, halting her movement as she pushed open the door. Her owner sighed and continued:

"Also, I might need to be alone for a while. I'm entrusting Karen to you. I hope you won't do anything to disappoint me again... Hmph, whatever, just don't let her die. The rest is up to you."

So when Karen walked out the door and bumped into Duan Zang, the white-haired, golden-eyed priest had already disappeared.

Only the vast, endless darkness, which seemed to last forever, abruptly blocked Karen's view.

It was as if she herself had driven the young man away.

Holy Church, Tokyo Branch

Late at night, an unpleasant guest arrived at the door.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Three explosions followed, accompanied by small mushroom clouds. The priest, awakened from his dream, hurriedly ran out of the church, only to see a man in a black robe, wielding two swords, standing at the door, with a pile of demon hunters lying at his feet like dead dogs.

These demon hunters could never have imagined that just minutes before they were drinking and celebrating the defeat of the demons, maliciously discussing the beautiful body of a silver-haired nun and fantasizing about the seductive expressions she would make in bed, only to be suddenly attacked and slashed to the ground by a man, and even humiliatingly used as a backdrop to be stepped on.

As for their captain, the agent in charge of cleaning up the demons, he was stabbed through the chest for resisting and is now lying on the ground half-dead.

"A team tasked with eliminating demons, yet they're ordering other branches to help them because of their incompetence?"

The man calmly stated their incompetence and offered his assessment.

"A bunch of trash."

"As for the master of this bunch of good-for-nothings—" The uninvited guest with golden eyes looked up and locked onto the trembling, obese priest.

"So you forced Karen Altasia to come and assist you? The reason given was that she's the most useful Demon Radar?"

"I, I... Oh no!"

“Fool, hand over your head… no, I’ll give you a more dignified death.” The man narrowed his eyes, his smile less satisfying than his murderous intent.

"For example, at the social level."

The following morning, passersby who were passing by the Tokyo Cathedral were shocked to see not only a pile of "corpses" lying on the ground in front of the church, but also the lecherous fat bishop who had been stripped naked and hung on the cross at the top of the church like a fat pig, as if he were a penitent sinner.

The four large characters on his chest sign, "I am trash," were truly gratifying.

[Entered the second singularity, permitted return time: one day!]

Returning to the battlefield as if fleeing a disaster, Shuoyue soon received a messenger's message from the capital.

"You're saying that a foreign organization called 'Chaldea' has come to Rome, and the emperor is demanding that I return immediately?"

After a long silence, the commander, sitting upright in his tent, slowly nodded, his blood-red eyes revealing complex emotions.