My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 442 Red Masters and Sieg

Thus, the largest Holy Grail War in history - the Holy Grail War came to an end. Black's defeat and Red's victory have been confirmed. It is regrettable that the function of the Great Holy Grail has stopped and the wish cannot be fulfilled, but the huge reward from the Magic Association is enough as consolation. With the Great Holy Grail out of action, there is no need to argue about it again.

The Masters on the red side entered a state of rest with their own thoughts, slowly recovering from the fatigue after the war.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work."

Just like when they first met, the white-haired priest handed out black tea to everyone.

"Thanks."

The moment I took it into my mouth, the cool aroma immediately penetrated into my chest. Not only the lungs, it was so comfortable that it almost penetrated into the internal organs. At the same time, it was also because of the smooth completion of the work—it had been a long time since I became a magician that I felt so comfortable.

“Very good tea.”

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Priest Amakusa, don't you want to drink?"

"No, although I am good at making tea, I am not used to drinking black tea."

He smiled helplessly and poured boiled water into his cup. Are the Japanese like this? - The magicians thought in their hazy thoughts.

But if they are familiar with the culture of the island country, these magicians with high eyes should know that in that island country, the people of that era were full of loyalty, filial piety and betrayal, and how they smiled and hid their swords.

The poison that belongs to the empress has been deeply rooted in every black tea that is handed out, and in every conversation and laughter.

And now, it’s time to bear fruit.

"Ah, yes, that's right, I just remembered it. I would also like to ask you to hand over the Command Seals in your hands."

"Command Seal? Why?"

Command Seals are very important things that must be firmly mastered in order to win the war.

"Oh, everyone, isn't the Holy Grail War over?"

"...Speaking of it, that's indeed the case."

"...That's right."

Yes, the Holy Grail War has ended. Although it was a very difficult battle, now that it is over, the Command Seal has become meaningless.

"How about you all ask the church to pay the fee? As long as I pay money to receive the command spell-"

The afternoon sun illuminated the hazy smoke in the room and illuminated the blurred faces of the magicians, as if the world itself was a bizarre dream.

The meaningless command spell was exchanged for a lifetime of wealth.

This is a high reward that no one can refuse. The church is really stupid and treats such waste as treasure.

Just when the masters were immersed in fantasy and were about to hand over the crucial 'one', ridicule and sneer appeared from nowhere. An invisible familiar came from the other side and easily invaded a certain magician. inside the body.

Destroy his brain, take root in it, transform it into someone's sibling, someone's doll.

"Tuk-tuk."

The sound of tapping on the table broke the meaningless peace. In the warm sunshine, a magician closed his eyes to cover up the darkness flowing under his eyes.

"The Holy Grail War is over, but the servants have not been taken back by the Holy Grail, right?"

Without breaking the dream weaved by Amakusa, the magician controlled by Shuo Yue just smiled, opening Pandora's box like thousands of greedy humans who don't know when to stop:

"If the Command Seal is still there, these highest-level familiars themselves are priceless assets... aren't they?"

Servant, the crystallization of the Heroic Soul Seat, the embodiment of fantasy.

In the modern world, who can stop these monsters?

Everything in modern times, what can’t be obtained with the help of them?

How insignificant is the compensation provided by the church compared to its followers?

Then the peaceful atmosphere disappeared, and the magicians no longer concealed the darkness in their hearts. They whispered, tested each other, and used words and ugly expressions to weave greedy beast shadows. The malignant beasts crossed the sea and headed towards the field. The only saint showed his teeth and claws and laughed wantonly.

Want more, want better.

Killing, plundering, trampling on the bones to climb up.

This is the evil of human beings, and this is the essence that even poison cannot cure. The smile disappeared from Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's face. For a moment, he showed the essence of a saint, showing boiling murderous intent towards the magicians whose smiles collapsed.

But the sage's angry look was fleeting, and Amakusa picked up the teapot expressionlessly. As the tea poured out, water mist mixed with poisonous smoke emerged again, paralyzing the will of the magicians again.

After drinking all the black tea in the cup, suppressing the burning fire in his heart, Amakusa bowed silently and walked out of this ugly room.

"This is the nature of human beings. You should know it very well."

The empress in black dress was already leaning against the door, casting a lazy look at the young saint: "Although it was unexpected, as a magician, I will stretch my hand to wherever I can get an advantage - haha, about this, So am I."

The empress, Semiramis, was a femme fatale who came to power by stepping on two generations of husbands.

Although he is not good at magic, his essence as a magician has never changed.

"...I'm just surprised that they haven't been completely controlled yet." Faced with the empress' seemingly mocking but actually caring words, Amakusa laughed and shook her head, "But it doesn't matter, I believe in your Noble Phantasm, they will fall sooner or later."

Only by wresting the Command Seal from them can Kurenai truly become the one and only one of his, Shirou Tokisada, Amakusa.

The Empress's Noble Phantasm is about to be completed, and when everything is ready - that's when his wish will begin to come true.

After taking one last deep look at the room, Amakusa turned around and strode away without looking back.

With so much imagination about the future, could it be that he has been poisoned by the name of ‘desire’?

It's a pity that this is the last time he meets these masters.

----

"Is it originally in the unformed sky courtyard? No wonder it has never been found."

Shuo Yue put down the display screen and tapped her thighs rhythmically with her fingers.

Amakusa has been working very hard to guard against him. Any surveillance related to magic has been cleared by him and the empress. Even the surveillance camera placed in the church by Sakuyue with some luck and temptation was found and destroyed.

Regarding this battle between surveillance and counter-surveillance, neither Amakusa nor Sakuyue mentioned it directly to each other. They just had a tacit understanding of how to deal with each other, and it would not affect their cooperation.

But there is only one winner in the end, and that is Shuo Yue.

In this intelligence battle, he successfully found out the location of the red masters.

"After all, even if you, Amakusa, understand the technology of this era, the science and technology of a few decades later will be much more changed than the mysterious world."

After whispering, Shuo Yue stood up and returned to the restaurant.

At the dinner table, Joan of Arc was chatting happily with the android girl. The first words Shuo Yue heard were:

"...Sieg, what does this name mean?"

The artificial man who asked so seriously, after noticing Shuo Yue's arrival, turned his attention to him again, silently asking for his opinion.

Sensing Shuo Yue's doubts, Joan smiled and explained: "Since we can live a healthy life, we can't live without a name. We can't always use the title of 'artificial human'."

"I have listened to your story about what happened last night. Whether it was the black Rider who took this child out of the city, or the black Saber who was determined to abandon himself to save her, they all fully demonstrated what it means to be a hero. I think, this child It’s no surprise that he named himself ‘Sigurd’.”

Sieg, Siegfried.

Obviously this is the name the artificial man chose for himself in order to commemorate the hero who was willing to sacrifice his life.

"How do you feel, Shuo Yue, does this name sound good to you?"

"...Master?"

Two expectant eyes fell on Shuo Yue, and the young man's eyes hid a little helplessness, but he nodded in the end.

"Not bad, a nice name."

(End of this chapter)