My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Even though his lips were moving, he seemed to be saying something.

A chill suddenly gripped Kenneth's heart. In the eerie silence, he subconsciously turned the wheelchair and changed the direction of his body.

It was dark deep in the scrapyard, with only a ray of moonlight shining in from the skylight on the roof like a searchlight, illuminating a corner.

Under the faint cold moonlight, the restrained Sorawu's eyes widened, and tears of fear flowed from his bloodless face.

On her head was a dark submachine gun.

What a small, inconspicuous weapon - yet the bullets spit out by this weapon took away Kenneth's magic circuit, and then, also took away his fiancée's life.

Looking up from the arm holding the gun, what he saw was the man's face, but Kenneth almost forgot to breathe.

With a shabby coat, messy hair, and stubble all over his face, this man was raising his finger to his lips, signaling Kenneth to be quiet.

At first glance, he looked extremely ordinary, but he had a pair of piercing eyes like sharp swords. Kenneth would never forget it until his death. It was this hateful lackey raised by the Einzbern family who viciously destroyed him. magic circuit.

The man might have sneaked in through the back door while he was fighting with Whole Heart. The submachine gun in his hand was pointed at the head of Sora Wu who was lying on the ground, and the muzzle did not move.

It turns out...it's him... Kenneth had personally experienced the man's snake-like coldness and carefulness, and anger and hatred arose in his heart - but a deeper sense of despair made him slump and hang his head.

This was the worst possible situation. The woman he loved fell into the hands of an enemy that he didn't even want to think about.

The remaining rationality told Kenneth that this man must have some intention to show up specifically to let him see that Sorawu was safe and sound.

But he couldn't guess what Emiya Kiritsugu's intentions were, so he could only nod silently, expressing his willingness to follow the other party's instructions.

Seeing this, the man took out a roll of parchment from his coat with his free hand, shook it out casually and threw it into the air, landing lightly on Kenneth's lap.

[Binding Technique·Object——Emiya Kiritsugu]

[I swear by Emiya Kiritsugu's magic seal. As long as the following conditions are met, the contract will become a commandment and bind the object without exception. 】

[Oath: It is permanently forbidden for the fifth generation heir of the Emiya family, Kiritsugu, the son of Maturi Ken, to have any relationship with Kenneth Elmloy Archibald and Soraou Nazere Sofiali. The intention and act of killing or injuring. 】

【condition

Thinking he was dazzled, Kenneth rubbed his eyes and looked intently. Finally, he saw clearly the only condition required by this contract——

[Use all the remaining command spells and order the servant to commit suicide. 】

This was the second self-imposed certificate after Shuo Yue, but it did not make Kenneth show too much shock or dissatisfaction. He just used his tired, gray blue eyes to look at the people still in the distance. The one who fought for him then turned his eyes and looked lifelessly at Emiya Kiritsugu and Sorau, whose eyes were full of help at the muzzle of his gun.

Emiya Kiritsugu arrived late, and he did not know that the self-imposed testimony he had written conflicted with another young man's, a fatal conflict.

But Kenneth had no right to appeal, because the life of the woman he loved had been transferred from one person to another, but had never been taken back by Kenneth.

It's like... he never really won Solawu's heart.

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know that Kenneth had the consciousness to die. He just raised his eyebrows and watched with some surprise as this brilliant genius raised his arms and calmly activated the last command spell:

As commanded by the command curse - commit suicide!

So in the battlefield, the spearman who was fighting fiercely twisted his arm, and without even having time to show his shocked expression, he pierced the tip of his spear into his heart!

Don't worry, it's impossible to die in this way.

Chapter 98 Your body is entrusted to me!

Chapter 98 Your body——entrusted to me!

Mysterious, hypocritical, and dangerous, you must be vigilant.

This was Emiya Kiritsugu's first impression of the young man Sakuzuki.

But today, the man in the coat looked at the calm figure who had not moved from beginning to end, and silently revised his view of him in his heart.

Hypocrisy, mystery, danger, sharing the same path but not following the same path must be eliminated.

In order to prevent Kenneth from shouting to attract the followers, Emiya Kiritsugu quietly set up a soundproof barrier.

However, the barrier itself released by magic is a dangerous signal - Shuo Yue, who is quite accomplished in magic, will inevitably find abnormalities around him.

Therefore, Emiya Kiritsugu's behavior was almost obvious. He admitted that he was gambling, but more of it was based on speculation about the battle situation.

First, Sakutsu borrowed it in front of Irisviel.

Didn't he know that Eri would definitely inform her husband about this and give him Emiya Kiritsugu?

Secondly, it was obvious that he could move the position or wrap the stronghold with a magic barrier, but this young man remained indifferent.

Does he want to witness the ridiculous victory or defeat between the two servants, or is he waiting for the real character to enter?

Once entering a battle, it is impossible for a Master not to be able to sense it. Through the line of cause and effect with his servants, Emiya Kiritsugu can easily find this place - isn't this the purpose of this young man Sakusuki?

He was sure that Emiya Kiritsugu would not give up an opportunity that would make both his master and his servants withdraw.

It's just that I can't do it myself, so I just borrow a knife to kill someone... Really, there must be a limit to hypocrisy.

Touching the cigarette case in his pocket, Kiritsugu suppressed his craving for cigarettes, but still sighed deeply.

This feeling of looking in the mirror is really terrible, especially when I am being treated as the knife.

Kenneth on the side had already raised his arms, but the next moment, the change in air pressure made Kiritsugu raise his eyes and look forward.

The young man was no longer visible on the seat.

After a brief silence, Emiya Kiritsugu pressed the earphones without hesitation.

Do it, now!

The effect of the command spell was so fast that almost as soon as Kenneth finished reciting it, the tip of his spear was already close to his heart.

Even those with A-level intuition in front of him had no time to react and could only watch his life end in the next second.

But there was a figure that moved faster than any other. In other words, the moment the Master issued the order, he had already taken action——

Zheng! The two guns were blown away by the two knives. The young man with white hair and golden eyes had no expression on his face, and stabbed a colorful dagger that looked like lightning into Diarmuid's chest first!

Shuoyue, you! You haven't recovered from the act of committing suicide, and you have fallen into a new round of shock.

Diarmuid, on the other hand, seemed to realize something. Regardless of the fact that there was a dagger stuck in his chest, he turned around and ran in the direction of his master, Kenneth.

My lord——

But it was already too late, a gunshot came earlier than him.

The bullet hit her forehead. Sora Wu didn't even say any more words and stopped breathing. Blood mixed with unknown substances flowed down from the hole in her forehead, staining her beautiful face.

It was not Kenneth who died, but his beloved fiancée Sorawu.

The killer was not Emiya Kiritsugu, but Maiya Kuu who was holding a sniper rifle on another building hundreds of meters away.

As for Kenneth, he didn't even need to waste a bullet. His complexion was distorted the moment the command spell was activated, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his soul boiled like boiling water.

The Lord of the Clock Tower opened his mouth, but couldn't squeeze out even a single sound, and his face looked as ferocious as an evil spirit.

[The conditions have been met and the self-enforcement certificate has been established. 】

[The conditions have been violated and the second battle has not been won. 】

[Self-imposed certificate: Kiritsugu is born...]

[Self-enforcement certificate·Shuoyue has violated it, and the punishment will be implemented. 】

[The contract relationship is terminated, Kenneth’s identity as Master is cancelled, and the orders conflict. 】

[Self-imposed certificate: Kiritsugu has not taken effect. 】

boom!

This time, Diarmuid clearly saw the man in black pull the trigger, decisively ending his master's suffering.

It was not an act of mercy, but a callous act to stifle any possibility.

You... despicable person!

The pain in his chest was like bad wine. In the drunken rage, Diarmuid roared like a storm and stabbed the red tip of his spear towards Emiya Kiritsugu.

The evil wind blew against his face, but Emiya Kiritsugu had no expression on his face. The command spell on the back of his hand had quietly turned into two lines at some point.

Command my puppet with the command spell!

The new wind swept behind it, and the golden holy sword of the King of Knights once again met Chief Fiona's magic spear.

!

I'm sorry, the blonde girl lowered her eyes dejectedly. With A-level magical power, she could have blocked the restraints of the command spell, but Irisviel's gentle smile flashed through her mind, making her give up on the power. of inhibition.

No matter what, Emiya Kiritsugu is my...master.

He is also the man that Irisviel loves deeply.

There was so much reluctance and helplessness in that tone.

Not only because she had to protect this despicable enemy, but also because the handsome spearman in front of her had emitted golden spirit seeds uncontrollably.

Even though the magical dagger in his chest saved him from the humiliation of suicide, after losing the supply of magic power, he still moved towards the terminal end uncontrollably.

The body that made up his current world, the carrier of his noble will, was gradually disintegrating.

After all, they couldn't finish the final battle.

Ah... Diarmuid's eyes looked at Kenneth and Saulav who had lost their lives. The anger of revenge had been extinguished and was replaced by sadness.

This was the second time he was murdered by his master, and it was also the first time he tasted the bitter pill of being late for an escort. Demuludo only wanted to overturn the unfortunate ending, so he accepted the call and came to this world again from the Throne of Heroes. However, the final result for him was just the recurrence of past tragedies, or even worse - he tasted it again That dark despair and sorrow.

You people...that's all...

The abominable man had disappeared into the darkness, and the dissipating spearman was half-kneeling on the ground, a low and hoarse voice escaping from his throat.

Do you really want to win! Do you really want to get the Holy Grail! You even trample on me...the only wish in my heart...aren't you people ashamed at all!?

The King of Knights lowered her head in silence, bearing the resentment of her master regardless of friend or foe.

Unforgivable...I will never forgive you! You dead people who are obsessed with fame and fortune and trample on the dignity of knights...use my blood to stain your dreams! May the Holy Grail be filled with curses! May your dreams bring disaster! When you fall When you enter the abyss of hell, remember the wrath of me, Demuludo!”

The two followers did not notice that behind them, there was a young man with golden eyes. He had suppressed the guilt in his heart and calmly raised his hand with the same three famous command spells.

Declare!

Your body - give it to me!

On the night after the exam, I had to overturn the outline and rewrite it, and I also had to code words. What kind of suffering is this in the world?