Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

—Lu Zhishen.

Of course, given FGO's track record, our Flower Monk who uprooted the willow tree will probably be turned into a female character, just like Shi Jin with Nine-Tattooed Dragon and Wu Chuo (Huyan Zhuo)... Hehehe.

Chapter 379 The Clock Tower in 2004

Chapter 380: The Clock Tower

"Ladies and gentlemen, our plane is about to take off. Please make sure your seatbelts are fastened..."

Moments later, the steel bird of humankind spread its wings and soared into the blue sky above the clouds.

Inside the cabin, a man sat quietly with his eyes closed, looking like a weary member of the masses.

But once he arrives in London, England, and presents his credentials, the mysterious headquarters, the clock tower of the Magicians' Association, will open its doors to him—

Even if he is not a real member of the Department of Law and Politics, but a traveler from another world, a mobile nuclear weapon that descended in the form of a Servant.

The imposter, known as 'Shuoyue', was resting with his eyes closed.

The surveillance personnel from last night did not put up much resistance. Under Shuoyue's physical persuasion, they wisely revealed their identities and handed over the key to enter the clock tower.

Yes, the key.

With the Thousand World Tree now declaring war, the once-relaxed Clock Tower has been placed under martial law, and high-level magical barriers have long been erected around London. Not to mention ordinary people, even magicians of considerable rank can only return empty-handed without permission.

While a Servant's spirit form can pass through ordinary obstacles, it will still trigger the barrier's alarm.

If possible, Shuoyue didn't want to make too much of a fuss. Although the Thousand Worlds Tree had only recently declared war, and he didn't yet have the exact timing, the Thousand Worlds Tree's patriarch, Danic, had probably already summoned that powerful spearman.

Vlad III, the king who once dominated Romania…

The man, who appeared to be asleep, murmured to himself, his tone showing no sign of disrespect.

The phrase "A song that breaks the heart, where can one find a kindred spirit?" is a meme. With the help of the EX-level skill "Guardian Ghost General", this Grand Duke of Wallachia will receive extremely high enhancements within his own territory, and his strength can even be compared with top-tier Servants, one of the three golden targets, "Little Sun" Karna.

If they were to make a big fuss to break through the Clock Tower's defenses and be discovered by the Thousand World Tree's spies, Shuoyue didn't want to be impaled by the Gun Grand Duke's stakes without any warning.

Having finished contemplating the enemy, Shuoyue turned her attention back to herself.

The effect of 'Dual Existence' allows him to be both Master and Servant, but the reason this skill can reach the EX level is thanks to another dangerous skill—

Endless Sorrowful Wishes: EX

As Shuoyue slowly pondered the name of the skill, her heart felt somewhat heavy.

After the great battle of the Second Singularity, this curse became even more extreme. While elevating a certain ability to its peak, it also bestows upon the Servant's Spirit Origin unimaginable malice, which is a blessing from 'human evil'.

He sensed it during his final battle with Draco; for the new moon of the rank of the Beast, this Beast Blessing made him even more arrogant and further deviated from the nature of a magician.

Now that Shuoyue has arrived with a new class, what changes has the blessing brought to him...?

Kill, kill, kill.

The spirits of the massacred family members wept, constantly surfacing in the young man's memory.

Opening her golden, but not vertical, eyes, Shuoyue somehow grasped the direction of this blessing.

"Emiya, Kiritsugu..."

Before he could think further, the airplane's announcement came on again.

"Dear passengers: We have arrived safely at our destination. The aircraft will now taxi to the designated parking position. To ensure your safety..."

London Airport, we've arrived.

Moments later, the plane landed, and the mobile elevator connected to the cabin door, which then opened.

One by one, the passengers disembarked from the tarmac, but no one noticed that one passenger had not left the plane. Instead, after locking onto the focal point of the spiritual vein, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

The substitution magic unfolded, and the rhomboid space descended, erasing the young man's figure from the cabin.

When he reappeared, the assassin, clad in black robes and resembling a ghost, was already in the ancient streets, squinting in the midday sun as he surveyed his surroundings.

In any world, once you step into the Clock Tower's territory, the endless stream of tourists disappears. The 12th-century architecture remains well-preserved, creating a scene where the medieval and modern worlds blend together.

With the key from the legal and political supervisor, Shuoyue easily passed the barrier's search and entered the heart of the Clock Tower. She navigated the winding streets with practiced ease and arrived at the end of a certain street.

Sure enough, after losing the blessing of the Dragon Heart, the magic power almost plummeted... Just one large-scale replacement spell drained a quarter of the magic power reserves.

Just as Shuoyue was thinking of this, a reddish-brown house suddenly came into view. The apartment where someone lived today still stood in the midday sun with a gloomy expression.

Upon seeing the familiar scene, the young man, despite his many worries, still smiled happily, his eyes sparkling with a light identical to that of a certain little devil.

"Well then, a traveler from afar has come to visit, sir, the lord who is still sleeping in even though the sun is high in the sky, or rather—Weber Velvet."

Weber Velvet.

At the Clock Tower, he is better known by that name.

Big Ben, London Star, no, rejected, refused... The number one man the Clock Tower female student most wants to be with, cough cough cough...

If I were there, I'd definitely make a face with a stomachache, internally cursing that blond student a hundred times over, and then make him call me by that name I didn't like either.

Monarch, El-Melloi II.

That was the name he was forced to receive from a foster sister after the Fourth Holy Grail War, and this name, stained with blood and glory, would accompany Waver Velvet for most of his life.

At this very moment, the monarch of the modern magic department and a hardcore gamer, who had been grinding away all night to farm rare materials, was still cuddling with the cold floor even after noon. After being picked up by Shuoyue and given a few of his favorite slaps, he was stunned for a long time before he started thrashing around like a fish out of water.

"This strangely familiar force... Wait, put me down first, hey!"

With a thud, his long-neglected leg struck the floor, the recoil producing a chilling scream. Shuoyue watched as Weber's face turned from pale to ashen, and he shakily collapsed onto the sofa. Only then did she slowly say:

"Are you awake, Lord El-Melloi II? I have something I need you to do."

Rubbing his aching ankle, the long-haired man frowned and looked the black-cloaked man up and down.

An unfamiliar aura of magic, a stranger to me, yet he seemed intimately familiar with my setup and routines, and moreover, a chilling murderous intent I hadn't felt in many years…

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, but from the very beginning, Weber was certain of one thing.

He dares to punch me, I'll make him kneel down and beg me not to die.

If you can't win, just give up. In this regard, even a weak lord like you is very experienced.

"What's your name? And what do you need me for?"

"Just call me Shuoyue. Has Yggdrasil officially declared war on you?" Shuoyue didn't hide his identity. To Waver of Alicization, he was a complete stranger.

"What is the Clock Tower planning to do now? Tell me."

The Thousand World Tree? In other words, someone interested in this defection? Are they involved, or are they just observing from the sidelines?

El-Melloi II looked at the figure shrouded in black robes, whose outline was indistinct, pondered for a moment, and then gave his answer.

"There's not much to say. The association will dispatch a 'cleaning team' specializing in combat, fifty top-tier magicians, which should be enough to take down the cobbled-together Thousand World Tree Clan."

"Hmm." The man in black nodded, unmoved by the deliberate bias in the Second Prince's words, and spoke after a moment's thought.

"In that case, I need absolute control over the 'Cleaning Team,' as well as a token symbolizing the Mage's Association, and also..."

“No, please wait a moment, Your Excellency.” Even Waver was somewhat speechless at Shuoyue’s overly familiar attitude. “I am merely an inexperienced lord. The task of subjugating the World Tree is not solely my responsibility, but also…”

"And the successor of the Lord of the Spirit Summoning Department and the head of the Summoning Department, right?"

The figure in the black robe swayed slightly, casually reciting the secret information about the clock tower, but then turned to look outside the door. Sunlight fell on the slightly brown eaves, reflecting a silver arc of light.

"But before that, we need to get rid of the restless little mice outside the door."

"Quickly, Reines!" El-Melloi II shouted desperately, his expression changing drastically.

However, did that girl ever heed the advice of the Second Emperor?

The door shattered, and a maid, formed from condensed mercury solution, swung a large hammer, smashing it down on a figure in a black robe in front of her!

"Are you alright, brother?"

Although not yet an adult, the girl, already possessing the beauty of a young woman, rushed in. Taking advantage of the gap in the Mercury Maid's attack, she quickly approached Waver. Her fiery red eyes tried to remain calm as she stretched out her fair arm, wanting to rescue this troublesome adopted brother.

However, faced with his stepsister's offer of help, Weber silently shook his head, sighed, and, in a fit of despair, took out a cigar and lit it.

"You shouldn't have come here."

As if in response to the Second Prince's words, a calm voice rang out from not far away:

"..." (Dissipate, silver blood)

"What—!" Reines turned around in astonishment, only to be met with the dark muzzle of a gun and the sharp blade protruding from below it.

Beside the black shadow wielding a fist-gun, the mercury maid Trimmau, made from the second-generation Moon Spirit Essence, was stripped of her mystery and transformed into the most basic flowing solution, bringing endless astonishment to Reines El-Melloi Archizorti.

Who is he?

Why is he so familiar with the Archibald family's secret magic? How could he dismantle the Mercury Maid's existence with just a single incantation?!

"That's someone we magicians can't defeat, Lady."

In this world, the Conqueror King, summoned during the subspecies Holy Grail War, and the man who stands in opposition to his teacher Kenneth, gazes at the black-robed figure before him, his eyes seemingly encompassing all their past encounters.

"Its name is 'follower'."

Information about the class of the new moon is provided in the character-related section.

Chapter 380 The Mage's Association Platform

Chapter 381 The Mage's Association Platform

In that dimly lit, empty room, the sense of distance was strangely distorted. It seemed unbelievably spacious, yet also felt oppressively narrow. The candle in the center dimly illuminated the faces of the men in the room, everything blurred. The air in that indistinct room was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.

Like a bachelor party on the eve of a wedding, or an unemployed uncle whose wife and children have run off with someone else, the three men looked at each other, their faces clouded with worry.

"When I got back to the room, I saw that the walls were covered with spells that could blow up the whole building."

An elderly man spoke first. Despite his short stature and ramrod-straight back, his wrinkles shone like a sculpted wooden work of art.

The department head, Locke Belfebund, is rumored to have served as department head for over fifty years, but this is not confirmed.

After listening to the old man's words, spoken in a hoarse voice, a young man nodded in agreement:

"All the spirits in the Spirit Summoning Department's storage room have met with misfortune. They've all withered away as if they've encountered suppression from the top of the food chain. If they don't behave, these precious samples will all die the next day—that's what the note told me."

He was a handsome young man with red hair. His eyes, which held a strong and noble will, and his refined appearance made it clear at a glance that he belonged to the upper class. His words revealed a sense of mission.