My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 102 Lancer Diarmuid, exits

The light keeps gathering.

The soft and prayer-like rays of light gathered together one after another, as if illuminating this peerless holy sword, and the most shining brilliance was their supreme duty.

The intense yet quiet light left everyone speechless.

This glorious holy sword is the sad and lofty dream that all the warriors who died on the battlefield had in their hearts at the last moment across the past, present and future - the crystallization of their prayers called "Glory".

"Ex——calibur (sword of victory)!!"

The light is flowing.

The light roars.

The red dragon's factor was released, allowing the magic power to continuously accelerate and turn into flashes of light. The spiral light stream emitted illuminated the deep night.

Facing this dazzling aurora head on, Lancer didn't say a word, concentrating on staring at the white and dazzling moment of destruction.

Ahhh...

That's right - this was exactly the light he had hoped for.

He is also a knight, running on the battlefield in pursuit of this glory.

The regrets of the past were already profound enough, but when Diarmuid was bathed in this light, new memories flowed into his mind.

Come into the world and swear your eternal allegiance.

In Warehouse Street, he fought with the beautiful Knight King and won a small victory.

Hyatt Regency Hotel and Caster share world-class cuisine.

In the Einzbern Forest, join hands with Saber to fight Berserker.

In the abandoned factory, with the help of the Lord, he had a hearty battle with Shuo Yue.

And in the end, I was defeated by the first and last enemy, but I could still have a grand farewell...

Finally, Diarmui realized something, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

He was very satisfied to have such precious memories in his second life.

"I have no regrets..."

After muttering to himself, Fiona's warrior closed his eyes and calmly welcomed the final destination.

Lancer Diarmuid, exits.

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[Hidden condition 3*: ‘Give Diarmuid the ending of chivalry’ has been completed. 】

[Reward: "Full projection rights for the demon-breaking red rose (Gae·Dearg) and the inevitable yellow rose (Gae·Buidhe)"! 】

Scanning the prompts on his retina, Shuo Yue turned his attention to the gradually dissipating light again, and squinted his eyes as if they were burned.

He was intoxicated by that dazzling ideal light.

If they were followers of the King of Knights, or all living beings, they would definitely fall under this beam of light.

But fools walking on their own paths will only stop to appreciate it and sigh deeply from their hearts.

Unfortunately, although the new moon a few years ago belonged to the former, the people standing here today can be excited and admire, but they will not chase the tragic wish behind this light.

He was not Shirou Emiya after all.

"At least in this regard, we have a consensus." A voice came from behind.

After recovering from the weakness caused by the consumption of a large amount of magic power, Kiritsugu took a rare step forward and walked to the magic light screen, carefully studying the thin but firm back of his servant.

The remaining light of the holy sword illuminated the man's eyes. There was deathly silence hidden inside, and beneath the deathly silence, there was a blazing solitary fire.

It was, of course, self-evident who the object of the wrath in his eyes was.

"Have you seen it? It is the light that shines in troubled times." There was no expectation in the whisper, and deep despair was hidden in it.

"But King Arthur's final outcome was betrayal and failure. His son Mordred stabbed her in the back with a dagger... The chivalry she praised and the justice she upheld did not save her country and her son. The people, instead pushed her into a situation that is beyond redemption."

"The battlefield is hell! Even the so-called chivalry and justice cannot avoid struggle. As long as human beings do not repent and regard struggle as the most evil taboo, the scene of hell will be repeated again and again in the world!"

For the first time, Emiya Kiritsugu's face showed such a look of disdain - this monologue was the resentment of a man who was exhausted by endless grief, anger and lamentation.

"No matter how much blood flows into rivers and mountains of corpses pile up, human beings will not be able to notice this fact. Because no matter what era, the brave and invincible heroes will only use glamorous legendary stories to deceive the eyes of the world without admitting it. This is the very evil that causes rivers of blood to flow, and the nature of humanity has not progressed at all since the Stone Age!”

From the day when the flames of war were ignited in the land of Fuyuki, Kiritsugu had been filled with uncontrollable rage in his heart as he looked at the glorious and elegant heroes in front of him, who were proud of their heroic deeds.

Kiritsugu had an inexplicable anger towards those who left a heroic name and those who looked forward to the heroic name... People's prayers gave rise to the concept of "heroic spirits", and he felt deeply abhorred by this.

In the magic screen, Saber has disappeared. She must have followed the induction between master and slave to find her.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu didn't want to see Saber, so he turned around and walked out without hesitation.

"Kiritsugu." Sakusuki did not turn around, because Emiya Kiritsugu would not stop.

"There must be a limit to killing the few and saving the many. The importance of life cannot be measured with your ruler - if you continue to add chips to the scale, you will lose everything, 'Partner of Justice' ."

The man in black suddenly turned his head, and his eyes full of pain and hatred almost turned into blades, but in the end Kiritsugu withdrew his gaze and never looked back.

"Ending the vicious cycle that cannot be ended, only the Holy Grail can do it."

He said as if talking to himself and started walking again.

"I will change the world with miracles and complete the reform of the human heart. I will let the blood left in Fuyuki become the last drop of blood shed by mankind. For this, even if I have to bear all the sins in the world, I will not hesitate. ."

The man's figure melted into the darkness again and disappeared.

This time, Shuo Yue did not stop him.

The golden-eyed young man closed his eyes and hummed a tune softly.

"Even if it's bruised all over (hurtつくのが)"

"Even in the face of an unbearable fate (Fate (さだめ)だとしても)"

"This soul will still bloom with bright brilliance (心はまだ色を putつ)"

"..."

You are right, Kiritsugu, the battlefield is hell, and chivalry cannot bring salvation.

But this is just consequentialism.

Abandoning the past, ignoring the future, just judging the present, working as a switchman in the infinite trolley problem, killing the few and saving the many... But I never thought that someone could stop the murderous trolley leading to death, even if That person is not you.

You are just struck down by the dark and cruel reality and give up your fantasy.

However, the ideals left by the heroic spirits of the past generations and the will inherited - this is the future that belongs to us humans.

We are walking under thousands of stars, Kiritsugu...eventually we will become a star, lighting the way for future generations.

The Holy Grail cannot redeem mankind, just as if gods did not exist in this world in the first place.

If you want to truly illuminate the darkness in people's hearts, all you need is more and more stars.

I always believe that one day, the stars in the sky will bring bright daylight.

Even though it’s not me who shines the light in the sky.

In Shuo Yue's mind, the white-gold light became brighter and brighter, and her soul became clearer like glass because of her established belief.

That is the glory of the third dharma.

At this moment, the crisp clashing sound of armor sounded together with the girl's voice.

"Great singing." Artoria nodded slightly and showed a tired smile.

Even she felt uncomfortable having seen off Diarmuid, who was both friend and foe, in person.

Shuo Yue, on the other hand, opened her mouth in embarrassment, and her previous emotions were immediately thrown out of the sky.

Hey, I forgot that Saber is here!

Suppressing the shame rolling on the floor, the white-haired young man covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "Well... I think we need to talk, Saber."

Seeing the rare blush of the young man in front of her, Saber's lips curled up slightly, feeling much better.

"sure."