Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Let me take a picture~"

"No, no—!"

Amidst the chaos, a heavy cough suddenly broke the silence. ★彡彡★

With his 'handsome young man' skills fully activated, the young priest walked into the middle of the crowd.

"Everyone, please calm down. Miyu and Illya are not available to receive guests right now. Please wait outside for a moment."

The skill 'Beautiful Young Man' has been activated.

The assessment was a resounding success!

Before Shuoyue, with her flowing white hair and dazzling golden eyes, the ordinary elementary school girls were instantly captivated, letting out soft "oh" sounds as they obediently walked out the door.

"What are you standing there for?" Shuoyue asked teasingly, her back to the two dumbfounded people. "Or are you expecting me to help you get dressed, Ilya?"

"Huh? Eh?" Ilya then realized that Sakumo was still in the room, and instinctively covered her chest. "Eek—!"

"What's with the 'eh'? Do you need me to turn around and help you?"

"No, no need, I can do it myself!"

After the chaos subsided, the door to Ilya's room reopened.

The group filed in, only to be stunned once again by what they saw.

A collarless black long-sleeved shirt, slim-fit trousers, with colorful vertical stripes extending from the shoulders to the front and back, and a swallowtail-shaped back hem with two slits, exuding elegance and grace.

The man in white gloves placed his hand on his chest and stood side by side with Miyu, who was dressed in a maid outfit, complementing each other perfectly.

"Servant's uniform—!"

After the initial gasp, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Ilya, their faces filled with shock and disbelief that she was terrifying and could not be allowed to live.

Not only is the all-around amazing Miyu Illya's maid, but is even this handsome and elegant butler a member of the Illya family?!

Damn it, a pathetic, thick barrier has already separated us from her!

"I always feel like I've been given a life script I shouldn't have..." Ilya muttered, looking at her friends who looked on with awe.

After a delightful afternoon tea, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely. A handsome butler stood at the entrance, politely seeing off Miyu and Illya's classmates.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to visit me today. Please be careful on your way home."

Only after everyone left did Ilya point at Sakumo with a helpless expression.

"Um, what's with your outfit?"

"Ah, this?" Shuoyue smiled and snapped her fingers, and her dusty priest's robes were back on. "It's just a magic trick similar to Cinderella and the glass slipper. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Oh, really!" Ilya exclaimed in delight.

"Of course, we still have a long time to rest..." Shuoyue smiled as she looked at the silver-haired girl, her eyes deep.

Enjoy the game and savor this rare moment of leisure, Ilya.

Before your destiny arrives.

And so, Shuoyue practiced magic with Ilya for a while longer. Finally, after Sera went home, he made his way out, saying he had to go to church to report, and left Ilya's house.

But after sending the message to a certain place, Shuoyue went directly to a deserted place and summoned the Destiny Compendium.

He had only returned for a short rest to escape the war, and with the war so urgent, how could he stay in the arms of a woman for too long?

"Little Life, classmate."

[Received, initiating transfer]

As the feeling of weightlessness came over her, Shuoyue's soul was once again elevated infinitely, plunging into a single point in the vast universe.

[We have entered the second singularity. Please explore to your heart's content!]

Templar church

In the somewhat dimly lit room, the doll-like girl sitting quietly by the window suddenly trembled, but quickly returned to normal.

Even though she didn't make a sound, the silver-haired nun who was lying quietly on the bed opened her eyes.

"Is he gone?"

"Yes, Miss Karen, the master has left." Although the tone of her reply was calm, Karen could still see the somewhat lonely look on Duan Zang's face in the dim light.

"Will you blame me, Miss Duan Cang? It's because I didn't heed your advice that your master... Father Shuoyue is angry with you."

Upon hearing this, Duan Cang looked up in surprise, as if he hadn't expected this aloof nun to say such a thing.

"No, how could that be, Miss Karen? It's all Duan Zang's own fault. If..."

"What if?"

The ninja, whose long black hair had never been tied up again, shook his head, remained silent for a long time, and then raised his resolute golden eyes:

"If Duan Zang had been more resolute and valued certain things more, he wouldn't have made such a mistake."

"Wrongdoing, huh... that's a really awful word." The nun lying on the bed was taken aback, then chuckled softly, before suddenly wincing in pain as blood seeped through the white bandages covering her body.

The injuries inflicted by the exorcism of the demon are not easily healed, especially since she refused to use healing magic.

Duan Zang reached out with concern, unwrapped Karen's bandages, and re-treated her wounds without uttering a single complaint.

Remember, from the moment you were given life, you possessed both the right and the obligation to think, Miss Duan Zang.

Those were the last words her master said to her, and Duan Cang is still pondering them deeply. Now, she seems to have a deeper understanding of those words.

"I'm sorry, Miss Karen, but Duan Zang will no longer allow you to ruin yourself."

Faced with the doll's will, Karen's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly looked away, her gaze fixed on the sliver of light peeking through the gap in the curtains.

Softly, like a dream.

"Really? Then I'll take a rest first."

There was no rejection.

"The weather is lovely today, would you like to go for a walk, Miss Karen?"

“No, no need…” The silver-haired nun paused, then smiled beautifully.

"However, could you please open the curtains? Thank you."

Duan Zang stepped forward and pulled back the heavy curtain. The light that rushed in through the window made Karen feel slightly uncomfortable, but she soon saw the green buds sprouting outside the window and the golden dust slowly falling to the ground.

The clear blue sky, as still as a stone, is like a beautiful gem.

Karen leaned against the bed, quietly gazing at the scenery outside the window, while Duan, hidden in the shadows, shone with the light of the world in his eyes.

Calm, peaceful, languid.

It's as beautiful as a painting.

Second Singularity: Gaul, Imperial Army Base

"I'm back!" Amidst the shouts, a black-haired youth walked to the tent entrance, followed by several beautiful women, each with their own unique charm.

One is a pink-haired girl with dragon horns on her head, a long tail, and dressed like an idol.

One of them is a catgirl dressed in a maid outfit, with a bell collar around her neck and cat-claw-like gloves on her hands.

A goddess dressed in a pure white dress, embodying the ideal of every modern man.

Another was a swordsman clad in a black and red skirt armor, with blond hair covering his face, yet still exuding a strong aura of danger.

Arriving alone on the Mediterranean island, he gained the approval of four Servants after passing the test—perhaps this is the strength of Chaldea's only Master.

Overjoyed at finally being able to help, Fujimaru pushed open the tent, beaming as he wanted to share the good news with everyone.

But the general and emperor, their faces clouded with gloom, made Fujimaru freeze in his tracks.

"Excuse me... what happened?"

Chapter 284 Dragon Girl, Cat Girl, Goddess and Black Hairless Girl

"What? You're saying Mr. Shuoyue betrayed us?!"

After hearing Boudica's account, Fujimaru stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "This... how is this possible?"

This is the first time Fujimaru Ritsuka has experienced betrayal from a Servant. In Singularity F, he had Cú Chulainn by his side to defeat powerful enemies and perish together with the black-armored King of Knights; in Orleans, the First Singularity, there was also Marie Antoinette, the Cake Queen, the great musician Mozart, the noisy Kiyohime and Elizabeth, and the powerful yet humble Siegfried...

Those heroic spirits from different eras were like stars, illuminating Fujimaru's path forward and preventing him from losing his way or going astray on this long, solitary journey.

But now, Boudica tells him that as a Servant, Sakugetsu has betrayed her Master.

"I'm going to find him and get to the bottom of this!" The black-haired youth turned to leave without saying a word, but was stopped by the two men.

"Be careful, brave warrior. Rushing into the enemy lines recklessly would make even the great heroes of Greece look foolish, wouldn't it?" The goddess in a pure white dress smiled.

"Calm down. You're too weak right now. You can't even get close to him," the black-armored swordsman said coldly.

"But!"

"Don't get excited, little pig. Let's hear what His Majesty the Emperor has to say before making a decision."

"Mmm, Master, you should listen to what people are saying, meow!"

The dragon girl and the cat (dog? fox?) girl also tried to persuade Fujimaru to calm down, while Boudica turned her eyes to look at the somewhat weak emperor.

“Your Majesty Nero, although I do not wish to harm you, in order to confirm this fact, we must…”

"No need to say anything, Boudica, I understand." Nero closed his eyes, enduring the splitting headache.

Even though she wanted to forget the story as soon as possible, as the emperor, she had to share valuable information with everyone.

"That was when I found the governor, no, the follower Shuoyue..."

Thanks to Nero's masterful storytelling, the story was presented verbatim and without any emotional bias.

"Finally, I fell unconscious in the wilderness and was found by General Boudica and brought back."

The story ended, and silence fell over the tent. Fujimaru and Boudica exchanged shocked glances, never expecting such an amazing story to unfold after Nero jumped onto the transport ship.

"The massacre of tens of thousands of soldiers, the black banner of the Black Bird, the ballad of Qin Feng... So that's how it is. I think I know General Shuoyue's real name now." The doctor's whisper came from the other end of the bracelet.

"Hey, you over there, that's not the point!" The idol-style beauty, hands on her hips, shouted irritably. "The point is that this guy named Shuo Yue has a sword to His Majesty the Emperor's neck! If it were me, I would have knocked him flying!"

"Hahaha, I agree too, meow!"