Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"What, no—!" Ritsuka tried to resist, but her hand involuntarily reached for the bracelet. After entering a long string of passwords, she so 'generously' sent out all the resources she had stored for so long, letting them flow out of the Holy Grail system.

With a thud, the orange-haired girl knelt on the ground, howling to the sky, "I painstakingly saved up my 'wife' dowry' by killing a whole box of golden apples! It was all to prepare for the upcoming summoning! Waaaaah, my chain-bound blonde beauty, my huge-breasted red-haired emperor..."

Red-haired Emperor? What a strange and unpleasant title that is!

Shuoyue raised an eyebrow, ignoring Ritsuka's nonsense, and secretly opened the Holy Grail system. She saw Ritsuka's hundreds of millions of QP and four-figure Saint Quartz, and suddenly understood the reason for her heartbreak.

"This guy... is he really that concerned about the village girl and the Umu monster?" Sakuyue muttered subconsciously, then suddenly realized the real reason. "No... this guy is probably progressing the same as Fujimaru in conquering the singularities, only reaching the second singularity."

But if that's the case, how did Xiao Mo come about? Was it one of those buy-one-get-one-free deals after getting a cowlick?

"Calm down, Senpai!" Resisting the urge to beat Ritsuka up, Mash helped up her humiliating Master who was throwing a tantrum and shouted, "The Holy Grail System said this is just a bet, a bet!"

"So that means you can still win it back, senior!"

Upon hearing this, Ritsuka, who was on her deathbed, suddenly sat up, grabbed Mashu's arm tightly, her eyes brimming with tears, as if she had grasped at the last straw.

"Are you telling the truth, Mashu?"

"It's absolutely true, senior!"

Ritsuka lowered her head, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at her empty bracelet terminal. A fierce flame suddenly ignited in her eyes.

Shuoyue knew that this was a proletarian fighter's indictment of black-hearted capitalism, and a lunar person's rebellion against fate for a better future.

"Come on, let the storm rage on!"

With a completely different art style, Gudako's expression was resolute as she raised her fist to the sky: "No matter what the challenge, I can win, and I'll show you!"

Even wearing a cool summer swimsuit couldn't stop Ritsuka's determination to fight to reclaim the Saint Quartz.

This is the Master who fights to reclaim the future; this is the shining star of Chaldea!

The Holy Grail System responded to Ritsuka's call and quickly provided detailed punishment instructions:

[Please engage in a Master Battle against Contestant #1. You are free to choose your Servant, but you may not use Command Seals. You may use Mystic Codes/Magic to support your opponent. The one who defeats the opponent will receive all resources.]

"Huh?" Shuoyue never expected to be caught up in the gossip. He was stunned for a moment, and then felt Ritsuka casting a complicated look at him.

"Mr. Shuoyue... I never expected that you would be the one I'm fighting against."

The victor of the Fourth Holy Grail War, the absolute king who defeated six groups of magicians and Servants and survived to the end.

Even after traversing numerous singularities, this is Ritsuka's first time fighting against other Masters as a Master.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous. The stakes were so high that Ritsuka had no intention of going easy on them, not to mention that she couldn't afford to underestimate Sakugetsu's strength.

"Senior, let me help you!" Before anyone knew it, Ritsuka's most loyal junior had changed into her spirit outfit, holding the Round Table Shield and standing at the forefront, ready for battle.

"Hmph." Draco appeared behind Shuoyue, responding sharply.

"Thank you, Mashu!" Ritsuka patted Mashu on the shoulder, her face full of emotion. "No matter what happens, I believe you will always stand by my side!"

"Yes...! Wait, what do you mean, senior?"

"Unfortunately, in the 1v1 arena, your strength is still too low, Mash!" Ritsuka coldly patted Mash's shoulder, withdrew her hand, and then took out the sweets and dishes that Tamamo-no-Mae had carefully prepared from her pocket, saying in a resounding voice:

"Take this! Special Attack on Artoria: Delicious Snacks!"

Gudako tossed the food in her hand into the air. Before the aroma could even spread, a golden figure sped over from afar. Her 'Magic Release' skill made her appear like a beam of light in an instant. Then, she pushed off the ground and flew high into the air, catching the snack in her mouth and landing perfectly!

Amumumumum (Artoria), chew chew chew... are you the one who summoned me?

The strongest class... Suddenly, the ahoge (antenna-like hair) glanced at her outfit, her pretty face blushing. The summer spirit origin faded, and armor shining with silver and azure light replaced the swimsuit.

The strongest class, Knight King Artoria, reporting for duty!

"Don't blame me for striking first, Sakuyue!" Ignoring Mash's dejected state, Ritsuka stepped forward, her voice righteous and firm, "This is a battle to reclaim our future, and I will fight with all my might!"

After all, it's a four-figure Saint Quartz, so in a sense it really is a gamble on the future.

Shuoyue smiled without saying a word, while Draco tilted his head slightly.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need." Shuoyue also declined Draco's offer, and nodded in agreement as she looked at the man who was slowly walking towards her.

"The thugs have come to our doorstep on their own initiative, haven't they?"

He was a handsome man with his casually sticking-up hair swept back. Complementing his good looks were the weapons in his hands: a red spear that was longer than a person's height and two meters long, and a bright yellow short gun held in his left hand.

"Summer leisure is certainly pleasant, but as a warrior, only by showing off one's bravery can one truly feel that one is alive."

Diarmuid spoke in a deep, resonant voice. In a daze, it seemed as if the surroundings were no longer a warm courtyard, but a night filled with a dark atmosphere. The shipping containers piled up on the street reflected the moonlight, and the cranes stood in a row like huge dinosaur fossils.

A handsome dual-wielder, a dashing knight king.

The silver-haired, scarlet-eyed android princess is gone, and the arrogant Clock Tower lord is nowhere to be seen. In their place are a young girl and a young man dressed casually, but whose eyes reveal a fighting spirit and seriousness.

"Diarmuid, no, um..."

She also recalled the battle of that year; her expression was both relaxed and tense. She heard the man opposite her laugh:

"Clear and cold battle aura, you must be one, right?"

Artoria couldn't help but close her eyes, letting the memories flow quietly, but when she opened them, only an undisguised fighting spirit emerged.

"That's right, it's you."

"Indeed, Artoria, let us fight for the honor of our respective lords, King of Knights!"

Diarmuid's smile was cold and intense, carrying the madness unique to martial artists—the kind of smile that only someone about to fight to the death would show.

Because he understood the outcome of that war, and because he was dissatisfied with his defeat, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne stood here again, brandishing his twin pistols to snatch victory from her!

not to mention……

She glanced at Shuoyue, then quickly looked away.

He also remembered how sincerely a young man had invited him to join his ranks, but he had refused and turned to face his death.

He would only be loyal to one lord, and he would not regret it even if he suffered humiliation and his two guns were broken.

This is the chivalry of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

But at least, in this dreamlike rebirth, let my spirit and my will roam freely for that young man!

With a single step, red and yellow lightning ripped through the air. Diarmuid made no attempt to hide the smile on his lips as he swiftly closed in on Artoria, the tip of his spear gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight.

"Come on, fight me!"

Having shed his summer attire and regained his peak strength, the blond swordsman also charged forward without hesitation, his holy sword gleaming joyfully.

"I couldn't ask for more!"

Chapter 362 Osiris Dust VS The Ultimate Trident

Chapter 363 Osiris Dust VS The Ultimate Trident

There's no need to deceive; the information between the two Servants has already been made public.

Artoria knew how sharp and dangerous Diarmuid's twin spears were, and Diarmuid knew just as well how dazzling Artoria's holy sword shone.

"Clang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

As metal clashed, the noble fantasy forged arcs of light and sparks. The two figures entangled fiercely as they moved forward, each step destroying the earth and each gust of wind overturning trees.

The spear and the holy sword clashed, tracing the path of a butterfly flapping its wings. As a result, leaves from a hundred meters away detached from the treetops and were swept up by the sudden tornado, spinning and flying into the sky.

Just two 'people' engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and a corner of the island began to crumble as if it had been weathered by millions of years of time.

So-called followers—

Ritsuka clenched her fists, watching the clash and battle between the two myths.

Even though she has witnessed countless similar landscapes along the way, she is still deeply moved and unable to extricate herself from them.

That was the embodiment of legend, that was superhuman power, that was a heroic spirit that humans could never reach.

As a Master, she felt powerless, yet she was also striving to catch up with their brilliance.

Even without the towering power of Servants, even without the millennia-long glory of Heroic Spirits, there is still something she, and only she, can do—

Please!

As she shouted this, a bright green light shone from Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

Mystic Code Ability: Loud Party, activate!

[Havoc Party: Increases the performance of all allied command cards by 30%]

For an organization with an already high agility index, this is a tremendous help.

"Thank you, Master!" Enveloped in emerald light, Artoria moved like a swallow through the torrential rain of spears, soaring and tumbling. Finally, seizing an opportunity, she let out a soft shout, and her holy sword swept across, its golden light piercing through the rain of spears.

"Take this!"

It was a swift attack that left no time to defend against. Diarmuid realized what was happening, but his vigilance was raised and then dropped. Instead of advancing, he retreated, and the Demon-Slaying Crimson Rose pierced out with unprecedented decisiveness.

"clang!"

"what!"

As the all-out sword strike landed, Ritsuka's cry of alarm rang out at the same time. At the critical moment, she bent over and sidestepped the spearhead, narrowly avoiding it, but was struck hard in the abdomen and mercilessly kicked away by Diarmuid!

"Father...no, King Arthur, what are you doing!" Mordred was furious in the distance, wishing he could take Mordred's place. Tamamo-no-Mae and Kiyohime, who were watching the battle, were much calmer. They exchanged a glance and then looked up at Diarmuid.

It was a rectangular barrier shimmering with light, neither a projection nor a replacement, but simply the most basic 'defense magic' for a magician. However, with the amplification of the new moon's magic power, its defensive strength reached a terrifying level, even able to withstand sword strikes.

This is what a Master is all about. Ritsuka enhanced her skills and launched an attack, while Sakumo also seized the opportunity, cooperating with Diarmuid to launch a counterattack.

Clearly, in this round of clash of Master qualities, Sakugetsu has the upper hand.

"Cough cough, it's alright, Ritsuka, I can still fight!" Protected by the armor, her injuries were not obvious. She quickly adjusted her posture, wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, and gripped the holy sword with both hands.

With Artoria's comforting words, Ritsuka took a deep breath, her eyes serious.

With 'Raucous Party' already used, as a novice mage, she only has two Mystic Code skills left: a recovery spell called 'Beach Hut Bath' and a decisive enhancement spell called 'Trident'. Unless the battle can be dragged out for more than ten rounds, she will completely lose the ability to support herself.

The problem is, will the other side give her some breathing room?

"Well done, my lord!"

On the other side, gaining the upper hand in the battle against the Knight King greatly invigorated Diarmuid. He cautiously yet passionately wielded his twin spears, his long-dormant blood coursing through his veins, almost causing this Fiona warrior to roar out loud:

"Come on, King of Knights, let's continue our battle!"