My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

"Your body is entrusted to me, and my fate is entrusted to your sword. If you are willing to follow the trust of the Holy Grail and obey this principle and this intention, then you should do it!"

For the Servants, these are very familiar words - it is from this kind of prayer that they descend from the Seat of Heroes that is independent of time, and once again brandish their weapons to fight.

"Satsuki..." Saber's cyan eyes widened slightly, and Lancer calmed down from his endless resentment and realized the possibility of his own survival.

Is it because of Shuo Yue's extraordinary strength that they couldn't help but regard this golden-eyed young man as a Servant?

Why didn't they think that Shuo Yue was also a Master!

"Lancer, please hurry up!" Before Diarmuid could speak, Saber persuaded him more anxiously than him.

Logically speaking, as they were competitors, Saber should sit back and watch or even prevent Lancer from re-contracting with his Master.

But looking at those unwavering blue eyes, anyone can easily read the will of this young knight.

Please survive, Lancer.

It has nothing to do with stance, right or wrong, it’s just that fellow knights don’t want to see another knight meet such a tragic end.

The chanting continues.

"Obey me, and my life will be entrusted to your sword!"

Finally, Lancer took a step forward, pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, and responded regardless of the blood flowing from his chest:

"In the name of Lancer Diarmuid, accept this contract!"

At the moment of responding, the golden particles floating around Diarmuid suddenly gathered together and re-condensed his form.

Saber, who was watching all this, finally breathed a sigh of relief and put away the sword in her hand.

The order issued by Emiya Kiritsugu was only to "stop Lancer's pursuit." Now that Lancer has found a new master and has no reason to fight, retreating is the best option.

However, a straight yellow magic spear stood in front of her.

"...Lancer?"

"We still have an unfinished battle, Saber."

After taking one last longing look at the dead Kenneth, Diarmuid turned his head and looked at Shuo Yue with an apologetic look on his face.

"I understand. They will be buried properly afterwards." Shuo Yue nodded.

"Thank you, Lord Shuoyue, and I'm sorry."

Lancer, who has always been chased by tragedy, stood with his arms crossed and said something that surprised everyone:

"After the battle with Saber, no matter what the outcome is, I will never leave this factory."

Won't leave this factory.

This also means that Lancer Diarmuid is determined to die.

"Hmm!" Saber's expression was sluggish for a moment, and Shuo Yue closed her eyes helplessly after being stunned for a moment, and her tone became low.

"You should understand the reason why I contracted you.

"Sorry, I have sworn since I came that the gun in my hand will only be wielded by the Lord."

"Aren't you going to hunt down your enemy?"

"Killing the Master secretly while the Servant is in battle is the most appropriate strategy, isn't it?" The spearman showed a bitter smile, "Perhaps this is no longer an era when knights can gallop to their heart's content."

"Aren't you afraid that I will make you commit suicide in anger?"

"No, Lord Shuoyue, I believe you will not do this."

"I know...then whatever you want."

——Heroic spirits have their own will.

He had already declared this in Warehouse Street, so when the heroic spirit's resistance fell on him, Shuo Yue could only silently swallow this bitter pill.

In order to get Diarmuid, he carefully planned this drama. Even the most sophisticated Emiya Kiritsugu was willing to be a pawn under his hand, but a wise man will make mistakes after careful consideration.

What Sakuyue didn't expect was that Diarmuid's loyalty was so firm that even the reason for revenge was not enough to make him commit himself to the second Master.

Obviously in the original work, Sora Wu was recognized by Lancer, but now it seems that it is also because of her relationship with Kenneth...

The young man's golden eyes flashed and he walked towards the auditorium again.

Not being able to get Lancer... This is indeed a big loss, but it is not a decisive factor.

It's just that in the future, he will inevitably waste his few lives - and there is even a possibility that he will not survive until the end.

It's too late to regret now, so just act like a loser, accept the defeat honestly, and witness the end of a hero.

Shuo Yue cheered up and set her sights forward again.

On the battlefield, gunpowder smoke rose again, and the blond swordsman and the handsome spearman re-arranged their stances and began the third round of death battle——

"This time, no one will interrupt your decisive battle."

The young man's golden eyes were bright, his fingertips tapped lightly, and circles of magic spread.

"I said!"

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"Sakuyue seems to be disappointed." Saber held the sword, looked at the young man's leaving figure, and suddenly spoke.

"I know." Lancer held both guns in hand, his expression unwavering, "But I have sworn that I will never be loyal to anyone else except my Lord Kenneth."

"...I'm sorry, Lancer."

"Apologies are unnecessary, Saber. Your noble spirit still inspires me." Lancer naturally knew what Saber meant. Before the decisive battle, he showed a relieved smile.

"I am now a masterless knight. I should have fallen into eternal sleep again with the unforgivable sin - the reason why I am still standing here is because I still have an agreement with you."

Holding both guns, Lancer seemed to spread his wings, displaying his best tactics.

After losing everything and abandoning everything, all Diarmuid Odina has is his spear skills that have almost reached the divine realm, and the dignity of chivalry that he has persisted to this day:

"Come, King of Knights, give me the end that chivalry deserves!"

Facing Lancer who was determined to die, Saber closed her eyes, then opened her firm eyes and raised the dazzling holy sword.

As the King of Knights, it was her duty to grant relief to this loyal warrior.

"Then let my sword respond to you, Lancer!"

The wind pressure swept across, and the sword light tore the world apart.

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Emiya Kiritsugu found that he could not get out.

Electronic communications were disrupted, and there were traces of magic splicing at the factory gate.

As long as he took one step, he would be back on the other side of the factory in the next moment.

Destruction was impossible, he came in a hurry and only brought a few guns, and the sound of firing might disturb the angry Lancer.

After a few futile turns, Emiya Kiritsugu simply hid in a secluded place and released his familiar, letting it act as his eyes and ears.

The bat with the camera flapped its wings and flew not far before it was crushed to pieces by someone.

Wearing a kimono and looking harmless, the young man threw the body aside and wiped his hands. There was no smile in his golden eyes.

"Hello, Kiritsugu."

He said.

"I'm here to find you."

Let me just say something weakly, there are exams from the 25th to the 30th... If I don’t save my manuscript, can I ask for leave? Is it possible? It must be possible T﹏T.