Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Ah... ah ah..."

Just looking into those iridescent, icy blue eyes made the old man feel as if his soul was being torn apart. Yet, he still managed to break free from the crowd's support, straighten his body, and show the man before him the Command Seal on the back of his hand:

"Yes, I am your master, and the servant who has arrived from your imagination!"

As he spoke, the old man recalled the devil's warning.

Remember this: you're not dealing with some mangy dog, but a so-called human hero.

If you're thinking you can make them obey by whipping them, you might as well pray that you can execute your Command Spells faster than they can kill you, hee hee hee hee...

So the old man, who had already lost everything, abandoned his magician's reserve and knelt down amidst the gasps of his family members, not caring at all about exposing his neck to the 'hero' draped in black robes.

"I am so sorry to summon you in such an embarrassing place. Please have mercy on me..."

"No need for further words." Beneath the black robe, the icy blue in the young man's pupils dissipated and disappeared completely. In the sparse, flickering candlelight, he seemed like a weightless shadow, drifting lightly.

"If you are a magician who summoned me and invited me to participate in this Holy Grail War, then tell me first what you need the Holy Grail for."

Perhaps it was the servant's overly indifferent attitude that gave the old man the wrong impression, or perhaps the fire of revenge burned away the servile pretense. The old man suddenly raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with fanaticism.

"This old man... no, my clan has only one long-cherished wish! That is to expel, no, to ravage all magicians involved in the Holy Grail War! To destroy this Holy Grail War, to crush the wish of the Thousand World Tree into the ground, until it turns to dust!"

Amidst coughing shouts, the old man raised his hands high, as if he had already touched the other side of the enmity.

"Ah... When that time comes, let us make a wish upon the Greater Grail—a wish to make our race surpass all things in the universe, a wish to make the traitors of the Thousand Worlds regret their actions to the point of weeping blood... It will definitely, it will definitely come true!"

The fervor was spreading. The long-suffering family members raised their hands and devoutly chanted the name of the Great Grail. The crimson candlelight fell into the depths of their eyes, igniting a wildfire that seemed to burn the world to ashes.

In the dilapidated room, only the shadowy figure, like an illusion, indifferently observed this fanatical faith, and calmly spoke:

"One last question—what exactly is the catalyst that summoned me?"

Is this the last question?

He took the general's words as a sign of submission. The old man, who had suffered greatly, was overjoyed, knowing that he had taken a solid step toward his long-cherished wish. He was so absorbed in his joy that it took him a long time to remember to reply.

"Ah... those are ancient relics obtained through some kind of trade, they are the prayers of the rumored Assassin's Cult, and they seem to be related to the first leader."

The first leader, the old man of the mountains.

The shadowy figure swayed slightly, seemingly deep in thought, but the old man, observing this mysterious follower, couldn't help but speak:

"My servant, can you tell me what your true name is—"

"Ah."

The sudden chuckle froze the old man's blood.

In the shadows before him, those iridescent, icy blue eyes lit up once more, this time finally mixed with an emotion called 'mockery'.

"It seems unnecessary. Someone who doesn't even understand the basics of the Holy Grail War, and can't even check Servant information, actually dares to try and get his hands on the Greater Grail..."

A crisp click sounded.

With the sound of a bullet being chambered, the frenzied atmosphere in the room vanished, replaced by a bone-chilling cold that seemed to kill even the soul.

The old man stared wide-eyed, seemingly not understanding the situation, intently at the weapon held in the servant's hand.

That's... a pistol?

Despite being called a pistol, besides its sleek black body, a thin, sharp blade protrudes from below the muzzle, with blood congealed on it like a spider web, forming honeycomb-like red patterns.

What puzzled the old man even more was that the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at his head.

[If you're thinking you can make them obey by whipping them, you'd better pray that you can cast your Command Spells faster than they can kill you, hee hee hee hee...]

The devil's whispers echoed in his mind, and while refusing to comprehend their true meaning, the old man instinctively grasped at his last straw:

"Command 'Blue' with a Command Spell."

"boom!"

Gunfire responded faster than he could; the bullet pierced the old man's forehead, splattering blood mixed with brain matter.

After the family members finally realized the truth of the patriarch's death, the killing spree exclusively for assassins began.

call--

The mere lifting of the black robe sent a gust of cold wind extinguishing the last few candles, and in the next moment, the panicked people lost sight of the servant.

"Where...where is he?!"

"Could it be... that he escaped... Ah!"

The member who was speaking screamed, and when the people around looked in horror, they saw only a piece of flesh cut in two falling to the ground and quickly becoming lifeless.

Bang bang bang!

Flames flickered in the dark room, and as three members collapsed, someone finally realized what was happening:

"Damn it, he can turn invisible! Quick, run outside!"

In a panic, the magicians swarmed out of their nest like ants, but with each step they took, the screams of their companions echoed like nightmares. The servants silently and efficiently reaped their lives; in the short time it took to step out of the room, half of the magicians fell without any ability to resist.

"Activate the magic barrier, open the workshop's defensive array!" The magician who had first ordered everyone to escape the room was still giving orders when, in the next moment, he saw a point of icy blue flame ignite in front of him, like a soul fire being drawn from the underworld.

"Die."

The assassin walks through a fragmented world, casually slashing with the blade of his gun, and a red line vanishes, along with the entire silhouette disappearing without a trace.

Why are these moving silhouettes covered in line-like graffiti?

It's like a crack, it feels like it's about to fall apart completely.

With a faint murderous intent in his heart, the assassin naturally used the tools in his hand to cut through the messy graffiti and erase the wandering outlines.

Eliminate, eliminate, eliminate, eliminate.

It's as easy and simple as cutting a thin sheet of paper with a paper cutter.

Kill, kill, kill, kill.

The clueless killer unleashed his creative urges.

finally--

"what."

The assassin blinked, and amidst a melting pain, the iridescent light in his eyes faded, and the bizarre, graffiti-like world returned to normal.

Then came the sight of blood and bones scattered all over the ground.

Those fanatics are gone, and those magicians who pursued the Greater Grail have vanished. Under the reflection of those eyes, their future was already sealed.

The black-robed assassin, whose clothes were spotless, pondered for a moment, then turned and walked back into the room, where he crouched down.

Perhaps due to the effect of the magic mark, the old man who was first hit on the head was still clinging to life. When the assassin met him again, bloody tears streamed from the old man's dim eyes.

"Why, why, you mere familiar... I treated you with the utmost courtesy..."

“Although I feel like I don’t remember many things, I can still tell what politeness is,” the assassin replied seriously. “You’ve only adjusted your grip on the tools to use them better; there’s no respect involved.”

"Ah, ah ah..."

"Besides, your goal is the Greater Grail, isn't it?" The assassin took the 'Master's' hand as he drew Command Seals, and chatted with the dying old patriarch while drawing a magic circle.

"I don't know why, but the Greater Grail can only belong to me. I'm sorry, but as fellow competitors, I suggest you all just die."

A magical light shone forth, and the three Command Seals on the old man's hand disappeared, replaced by three red lines that lit up on the servant's hand.

As the flame of life gradually died out, many thoughts raced through the old man's mind in his final moments.

Even though he only had a superficial understanding of the Holy Grail War, he knew that Masters and Servants were partners, and that Command Seals were insurance set up by mages to restrain heroes.

For a Servant to say something like "we're both competitors" to their Master is almost unbelievable, like a Command Seal being transferred to the Servant...

【Since that's the case, your souls, your existence, everything you possess will belong to me. In return, I will also allow you to overturn this world and throw everything into chaos, hahahaha…】

The sound of maniacal laughter echoed in the old man's mind once more. In deep regret and sudden realization, he finally understood a fact.

The devil only promised to let them overturn the world, but never said he would let them live to witness it all.

Everything they did had a price tag attached in secret.

"So, everything about our family was just a consumable to summon you... is that it?"

As his vision gradually dimmed, the old man saw icy blue ghostly flames guiding him toward the endless underworld.

His lips moved, and perhaps it was fate's mercy that allowed the old patriarch to learn, at his last moment, who the 'hero' who had slaughtered them truly was.

"The assassin known as Shuoyue..."

Oh!

Flesh was torn apart, and the young man, expressionless, plunged his hand into the old man's heart, from which he extracted a magic mark that emitted a dim black light.

Although the main lineage's origin mark has been lost, the branch that the old man possesses is still one of the symbols of this family.

With the family line now in decline, the magic crest held by the old man represents the family itself.

Of course, at this moment it belongs to the new moon.

The tuning magic was activated, eliminating the rejection reaction that would occur if the magic imprint were forcibly removed, and solidifying it into a 'phenomenon' and storing it away.

After doing all this, the assassin snapped out of his focused state and looked at his hands with some confusion.

“Strange… I’m an assassin, right? Why would I use magic? No, it’s not about that…”

Recalling the old man's last words, the assassin blinked and murmured the name with a mixture of unfamiliarity and curiosity.

"The new moon...?"

Each word, each utterance, is cast into the cycle of fate, creating ripples.

Ripples spread out, echoing in the depths of time and space, and finally, at some point, the 'id' connected with the subject of the 'ego'.

In the already dead Great Source Central Hub, the white-haired, golden-eyed youth looked up in astonishment at the stars in the sky.

"This is---!"

The descriptions of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception have always been strange. Shiki's are pure blue, while Ryougi Shiki's are a brilliant iridescent blue. According to the classification of Mystic Eyes, judging solely by color, pure blue eyes are considered Gem-grade Mystic Eyes, and brilliant iridescent eyes are Rainbow Mystic Eyes…

The Mystic Eyes of Emotional Perception have different levels, right?

Chapter 378 Double Existence