My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

A battle spear that has been honed on the battlefield, a mighty killing weapon; tempered by the flames of God, a divine spear that is unparalleled in the world. ɱ

Most people would be frightened in front of these two heroic guns.

But this majority of people obviously did not include Shakespeare. Even with the guns on his neck, he still pretended to be helpless and spread his hands, his expression completely innocent.

"Could it be that I violated some taboo by communicating with Mr. Siegfried, who was once a black Saber?"

Beside him, Siegfried looked at the menacing Achilles, Amakusa, the Empress and Karna, but hesitated to speak.

How did these four people get together? SHIELD and HYDRA assemble?

From Feige's perspective, he had just been invited in by Shakespeare to be interviewed. The next moment, the FBI opened the door, and he couldn't stop him from looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Siegfried was still confused here. Amakusa cleared his throat and started to go through the process:

"Caster, we already have your evidence, you'd better tell the truth."

"Evidence? Wait a minute, Father, what are you talking about?" Shakespeare sat on the chair, seemingly shocked. The Empress had no time to act with him, so she said coldly:

"All the command spells of your master, or your former master, have disappeared. Who did it?"

"And, what is that person's purpose?"

Faced with the empress' question, Shakespeare did not reply. Instead, Siegfried subconsciously looked at the great writer and inexplicably ate a big melon.

Just like Amakusa and others knew that someone was causing trouble when they saw the Command Seal disappearing, everyone present was a hero, and their intelligence and strength (Sabi:?) were all top-notch. But unlike Amakusa and others, Siegfried I know more and I am more awakened.

After all, he was forced to go to court yesterday, and Shuo Yue and Ling Xia didn't tell him anything for some reason. As a result, Fei Ge didn't know that Sha Bi was also a traitor. Shakespeare originally wanted to show off, but was caught before he could say anything, and The empress's words undoubtedly explained why Shakespeare suddenly came to him.

It’s unbelievable. Was Caster on the red side also taken under Shuo Yue’s command? No, of course. After all, he and the sixth leader Lingxia were on the black side and the other on the red side. That was probably their idea.

What a terrifying strategy, that assassin.

Then there is only one question left, Shakespeare, will he answer it honestly?

Siegfried's worries are not wrong. As a fun-loving person, Sabi naturally has little loyalty. If he could describe his only reason for participating in the Holy Grail War, there would be only one sentence——

Bored, I want to see a river of blood!

For the sake of the excitement of the story, he was able to decisively betray Amakusa, and naturally he was also able to stab Sakuyue in the back.

Being held on the chair, Shakespeare's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes rolled around, shining with a calculating light.

——So, there is no doubt that it has been a masterpiece up to this point, but the ending that is already destined makes people uninteresting.

He is aware of Shuo Yue's plan. If he continues at this pace, it will only be a matter of time before the blue side completely erodes the red and black sides. When Shuo Yue disguises himself in private and reveals his ferocious face, neither Amakusa nor Thousand World Tree will be able to save their lives.

For those who plan all this, the more devastating the victory, the more heartfelt the joy. But Shakespeare is different. He is a writer. What he wants to see is the twists and turns, the cold victory carved on the dangerous mountain.

The protagonist needs to go through a lot of hardships, and a life that is smooth sailing from the beginning to the end should be left to mortals elsewhere. What they need is a dramatic part. Whether it is comedy, tragedy, or other endings, special people need a life that matches their status.

So, let the storm come more violently!

"I really can't hide it from you..." Under Siegfried's alert gaze, Shakespeare shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened, "Okay, then we will admit that there are indeed some among us who have stretched out the hand of desire. The Holy Grail! Under the cover of blood and darkness, there are blue shadows weaving lies!"

He is worthy of being a great playwright. A few lines of allegorical poems spit out from his mouth with a trembling beard. In the ups and downs, the stage curtain slowly opened, and a mysterious shadow walked through it, leaving a deep and dangerous sneer.

"So, who is he?" Achilles said solemnly, to which Shakespeare laughed evilly.

"Before you die, endure the pain for love and admire for hope! In other words, I won't tell you... oh!"

With a clang, the magic sword bounced the war gun away. Siegfried stood in front of Shabi and sighed: "I'm sorry, but please calm down, Red Rider."

"Are you shielding a traitor, Black Saber!" Achilles has been unhappy with the Riddler for a long time, so naturally he will not give in, "Get out of my way!"

"But you have now become Black's servant." Siegfried pointed out this fact calmly. Achilles was speechless for a moment, and at this moment, Karna put away his gun and looked towards Siegfried.

"I promise you that I will not harm Red Caster, but can you please accompany me for a walk, Black Saber?"

Under the gaze of those noble eyes, Siegfried was silent for a moment, put down the weapon in his hand, and left the study with Karna. After calming down, Achilles leaned against the wall and sulked, while Amakusa looked at Youyan. Shakespeare sighed softly.

Achilles is right. As a traitor, he should be executed. However, Shabi is the only one who has the information about the real murderer behind the scenes. He will still be useful until the information is fully excavated. .

Thinking like this, I found that Shakespeare had looked at him at some point, his eyes full of smiles, as if to say:

So, what should you do, Father?

"...It's just a tripartite confrontation. You should also know the story of the duel between the three gunmen, right?"

"The last one to survive is the third child with the worst marksmanship, right?" Shakespeare laughed, "It seems that the priest also knows his position very well."

"No." Amakusa shook his head and turned to leave without looking at Shakespeare.

"I mean, the one who dies first must be the strongest one."

Amakusa left, and Achilles had no reason to stay. He turned to leave, but Shakespeare stopped him:

"Rider, I will definitely write your story in the future, so now I have a question. Do you think it is better to write it as a tragedy or a comedy?"

"...I am no longer with you, do you still want to write even so?"

"Of course." Shakespeare smiled, and he looked at the books on the desk where the ink had not yet dried, as if the king was looking at his territory,

"But, in the end, it is just a story. No matter how accurate the language is to express it, your life is still something that only belongs to you. Therefore, whether it is a comedy or a tragedy, there is actually no difference."

"Hmph, you can still say some pretty good things." Achilles muttered as his past scenes flashed through his mind. The son of a hero and a goddess was born into the world, separated from his mother when he was young, then learned arts, fought, fell in love with others, hated others, and finally died in battle.

It must be a process that can be expressed through language, and whether it is happy or sad depends on Achilles' own preference.

Finally, the half-length man carrying the war gun smiled boldly and stepped out.

"Let's write it as a comedy, the kind of story that makes people who read it laugh at the ridiculous content. In fact, only the heel retains the human state, and in the end he is shot there and dies. I'm afraid there is nothing like this in the world. An even more ridiculous ending!"

Facing Achilles who smiled at life, Shakespeare wiped the smile from his face, lowered his head deeply and said:

"——That will definitely be a good story."

The door was closed, completely separating the two of them.