My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 104 Dream, Stigmata and Puppeteer (both order 800 plus more)

The sound of snow falling.

The miscellaneous woods were stained with frost, and the golden sunlight dotted the silver tree sea.

The young man walks in the infinitely extending white world, his short hair is like white snow, and the morning light has faded from his eyes.

Is he lamenting?Still resenting?

Did his roar dissipate in the sound of the wind and snow?

God mercifully granted him a second life, but ruthlessly reversed the hourglass of his life.

Then in the transparent bottle, the quartz sand fell.

Unstoppable, inevitable, irreversible... ultimately futile.

The snow is still falling and the wind is still blowing.

When a ray of sunlight swept across the young man's handsome face, but stayed there as if in awe, the corner of the young man's grinning mouth finally conveyed his emotions unreservedly.

He is laughing.

Laughing at the superfluousness of fate, laughing at the superfluity of suffering.

Since he has been allowed to survive, why bother to let him know the deadline of his life?

Do you want him to be devastated, or do you want to appreciate his ugly struggle to survive?
ridiculous!

If you want to truly defeat me, then you need to shackle my will, seal my soul, and bind my body—let this body come to an end in ignorance and chaos!

As if laughing at the stupidity of fate, the young man raised his right arm high, with a smile so bright that it was almost arrogant, he exhaled and said:
"Declaration - I exist here!"

So in the far east thousands of miles away, on another continent separated by mountains and seas, the dark cauldron of wishes descended.

Thus, in the world of ice and snow, on the right hand of the young man who seemed to be piercing the sky, there was a scorching stigmata mark shining.

I still exist, I'm still alive, I can still touch the world.

The living are entitled to compete for everything, and the existing are capable of obtaining everything. The person (me) who touches this world will announce his arrival with a grand ceremony!

Touching the brand-new lines on the back of his hand, the young man closed his eyes, quietly listening to the pulse and throbbing conveyed from his soul.

That is, the beginning of the war——

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I seem to have had a strange dream.

Because of waking up too early, when Miyu got up from the bed, she was rarely sleepy.

Disregarding the somewhat frizzy long hair, Miyu subconsciously shouted in a coquettish tone:
"Oni-chan, help me change my clothes..."

His tone stopped abruptly, and his eyes suddenly widened.

The face of the young man in the hazy dream suddenly became clear.

That's... brother!
The young man whose lifespan was running out and who called for the stigmata to descend was her older brother Shuo Yue!
"I heard that during the Holy Grail War, the master who made a contract with the servant occasionally glimpsed the memory of the heroic spirit in the form of a dream." In the sapphire cane on the bedside table, the artificial elf Shafiya said softly.

"But, I'm the follower." Miyu murmured, suddenly realizing something, "Shafeiya (sapphire), did you also see that dream?"

"Well, Miyu-sama's older brother is really courageous. Not everyone can cheer up after knowing that their lifespan is running out."

"Really..." Miyu hugged her knees, obviously Shafiah was praising her brother, but she couldn't be happy no matter what.

Not only because she thoroughly confirmed the predicament of Shuo Yue's short lifespan, but also because of the strange expression of the young man with white hair and golden eyes in the dream.

Although I can't remember clearly, her brother shouldn't be like this... Zhang Yang, he probably just wants to protect a small home and the people around him in his heart.

Such a man would also challenge fate, but never in such a posture.

Speaking of which, from the very beginning, she felt that her brother's hair color and pupils were not like this...

With so many thoughts surging in her heart, Miyu, who couldn't sleep no matter what, simply got out of bed, and after a simple wash, she stepped on her slippers and walked towards the courtyard.

If I guessed correctly, at this point in time, my brother should be exercising in the morning.

In the open space of the courtyard, she got her wish and saw that figure.

It's just that he wasn't the only one in the courtyard, besides Shuo Yue, there was another magic image standing in front of him, as if talking.

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"boom!"

After a set of sharp spear moves, the training doll created by projection magic was unsustainable, and was shattered into pieces by the last straight jab.

The power of the spear was vented, turning into a strong wind and blowing the lawn down. After a short pause, the young man with white hair and golden eyes closed the gun and slowly exhaled the white air in his chest.

What he held tightly in his hand was the real scarlet magic gun——'The Red Rose that Breaks the Devil'.

The Destiny Illustrated Book is still so magical. After the rewards were issued, Shuoyue projected Diarmuid's double spears as if projecting the general Mo Xie. The magic gun cannot project infinitely, and it takes time to recover each time it is projected, but these two treasures without any weakening are enough for Shuoyue to use.

However, Shuoyue chose to give up the double-spear combat method after careful consideration during the training this morning, and instead chose the longer Red Rose Spear to use as a separate weapon.

As the chief of the Fiona Knights, Diarmuid's attainment in single-handed guns is not inferior to that of double-handed guns. Compared with the agility and exquisiteness of double-handed guns, Shuo Yue prefers the thunderous, unparalleled power of a single-handed gun. pride.

Well, in fact, in "Fate/EXTELLA LINK", the blow feeling of the master is not as good as that of the big dog...

After simple cleaning with cleaning magic, Shuo Yue's expression changed, and she suddenly received a communication from a follower.

Those were Assassins from outside Fuyuki City, who were sent by Satsuki to find someone.

"My lord, Ms. Aozaki Orange is requesting a communication."

"Yes, tell her the spell I set up."

Holding a cup of hot tea, Shuo Yue sat on the stone table in the small pavilion, with two guns behind her, waiting for a certain puppeteer to arrive.

Accompanied by the magic halo emerging from the ground, a figure was traced from another city and appeared in front of Shuo Yue.

This is a young woman in her mid-twenties, wearing a pair of glasses, her long red hair tied into a ponytail hanging behind her head, and a simple white shirt that outlines a hot curve that is rarely seen in oriental women, which also makes this woman much more attractive. A bit of urban white-collar atmosphere.

It is worth mentioning that she has orange nail polish on her hands, orange earrings, an orange necklace, and an orange coat.Shuo Yue would bet that all the mugs, bags, and furniture this woman bought were orange.

Is this some kind of revenge?Or have you really given up?
Looking carefully at the female magician whose hair had grown back, Shuo Yue's undisguised eyes naturally aroused the other party's displeasure.

Taking off his glasses, the magician who was suddenly cold asked a cold question.

"New Moon?"

"It's me." Facing the ice-cold Cangqi Chengzi, Shuo Yue smiled calmly.

　Judging from the timeline, the fourth war is after the night of the magician and before the realm of the sky, which means that Aozaki orange's hair has grown long at this time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)