My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

"In other words, are you finally relieved, Archer?"

In the flower garden of the sky garden, two beautiful girls were communicating. Joan looked at Atalanta, who looked calm, breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled brightly.

"That's great."

They were talking about the foggy city of London. When faced with the resentment of countless children, Atalanta chose to protect, while Joan of Arc chose to purify. The conflict between the two was once out of control, and then they lacked opportunities to communicate due to various things. , I didn’t have time to talk until now.

"Don't be too happy, Ruler. My change has nothing to do with you. It was because of that guy Shuo Yue's persistence that I reluctantly changed my mind." Ta Miao snorted coldly, arrogantly, "It's just that, we are waiting now The relationship between them is still that of rivals—but in another sense.”

"In another sense?" Joan showed a puzzled expression. Seeing this, Atalanta leaned into her ear and described in detail what happened after falling off the cliff. Accompanied by the 'depressing sound' in her ears, the girl's eyes widened like a wet puppy, her breathing became heavier, and a bright red color climbed up her neck, spreading along her cheeks to her earlobes——

"You, you, you, you, what are you saying all of a sudden!?"

"Huh? Isn't this a normal thing?" Atalanta's animal ears shook and she said in surprise, "Men love women and they reproduce. Isn't this the natural law of human beings?"

"That, that, that kind of thing is so shameless to do during the Holy Grail War and I have no partner in the first place... No, that's not right! Ahhhh, really, calm down!"

Joan of Arc shook her hands vigorously, and then slapped her cheeks.

"Anyway, anyway! Although this has nothing to do with me, what about Leticia... Yes, if you have done that kind of thing with Sakutsu, what about Leticia! She also likes Sakutsu. !”

"What are you talking about, Holy Maiden?" Leticia raised her pink fist and protested deep in her soul. At the same time, Atalanta looked up and down at the red-faced Saint with strange eyes.

Could this be... shy?

In her time, it was rare to see such an innocent girl. She was deceived by something that was obvious to the people around her.

Well, it's really cute.

Ta Miao inexplicably felt that this saint was very pleasing to her eyes. She smiled and said: "Forget it, you just don't regret it when the time comes. Let's get back to the topic. After listening to Shuo Yue's ideals, you seem to have been greatly influenced. It’s a blow.”

Joan of Arc remained silent and did not speak, and Atalanta did not care, minding her own business:

"In this case, you might as well guess why I am here?"

"Yes, that's right!" Joan of Arc then realized. If Atalanta, that...likes Shuo Yue, even if she doesn't fight with him, she shouldn't stand on his opposite side, right?

"Well, although I am indeed not interested in humans or the future, but since the master who summoned me has been killed, I should also fight against the murderer." Ta Miao explained, "What's more, I don't think Amakusa If He Shuoyue's ideal can succeed, no one can save mankind, and mankind does not need to be saved."

"If you don't agree with it, then join the other side. This is the reason why I stand here. It's very simple, right?"

"But, what would he think..."

"You mean Shuo Yue?" Atalanta chuckled, "Haven't you noticed yet? That young man's love is different from the heroes we know. It is not a blind possession, and it is not like a cage. The person who is pressed is suffocated. If I have to use a metaphor... Yes, although it is a bit presumptuous to say this, he is like the moon. "

"The moon... what does it mean?" Joan of Arc wondered, while Atalanta shook her head gently and did not explain further. She just raised her head and let her pretty face be gently captured by the waxing moon.

It was the silver moonlight flowing on the roof, charming and affectionate, as if it could attract anyone deeply. It once fell on the window edge of the boudoir, decorating the girl's dreamland; it also reflected the dew at night, crystal clear, like the eyes of a homeless person chasing love.

No traveler will refuse that feeling. As long as you stay by his side, your soul and body will become lighter; no matter how far you travel, the moonlight will always be with you and never leave.

May the moonlight shine on you.

"Let it go, Ruler." Atalanta finally said, "As lovers, as people who love him, shouldn't we show him our best side?"

"Our will, ideals and choices are the reason for this love."

Joan of Arc looked at Atalanta. The civet-like girl hunter smiled, her eyes as gentle as water, jumping with the joy of love. Joan of Arc knew where this relationship was going, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Wild, unrestrained, and unreserved, that is Atalanta's love, but it is definitely not the saint's way of survival.

but--

Facing the cool moonlight, the French saint girl already understood what she should do.

"You are right, Archer. I am the arbiter of this war. I am here for the order of the Holy Grail War. Since I have chosen this path, I should not have any unnecessary confusion."

After the fog was cleared, Jeanne's eyes shone like amethyst.

"I will use my own way to tell Shuo Yue what the right path is."

"Oh." Atalanta nodded and said abruptly, "So you still think the person who likes Shuo Yue is Laetitia?"

"Ah wu... this, that..." The Saint's aura collapsed, and Jeanne's face turned red in an instant, as delicious as a freshly picked apple, and she whispered, "Don't bully me. , Atalanta."

Ta Miao smiled and said nothing, just about to continue teasing Joan in this state, but suddenly, Joan was stunned, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face, and then her temperament changed, and she made a stern verdict. He stepped forward and walked towards the king.

"What's wrong?"

"Saber..." Joan of Arc frowned, "Black Saber, Siegfried has withdrawn."

"This news is very important. I will discuss it with Fiore and the others now!"

At this moment, a thin man with white hair slowly appeared from the other end of the road. Karna looked at Joan of Arc in a hurry and said calmly: "Ruler, I have something to ask you."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry now..."

"Although I am presumptuous, this matter was jointly approved by Father Amakusa and Miss Fiore."

"...Okay then, please come with me, Red Lancer"

"Grateful."

Farewell to Atalanta, Joan of Arc and Karna disappeared at the end of the flower garden. It is worth mentioning that on the way to the King's Palace, Joan of Arc also caught a glimpse of Red Saber's door open, and the rebellious knight Modre De was sitting on the bed with a long sword across his knees, looking in a daze.

Is it her imagination? The Noble Phantasm in Mordred's hand feels a little familiar...?

No, now is not the time to think about that. Jeanne shook her head and quickened her pace.

The Lord's revelation gave a warning in the dark, something irreversible was happening... no, it had already happened.

After Atalanta watched them leave, she turned and walked in the other direction, her eyes flashing as she fell into deep thought.

This was something she suddenly realized when talking to Joan of Arc.

Let her return to the red side, cut off Avisbronn, let the original giant Adam be destroyed, take the initiative to give both sides a chance to breathe, entrust the sixth guide Lingxia to the enemy, and reverse the knight king who has been with him until now (Alter) , even Siegfried was eliminated for unknown reasons...

Judging from the results, the blue team now only has two remaining combat forces: Shuo Yue and Arturia Alter.

Her lover, Shuo Yue, may not even have noticed it himself, but what he did seemed to show a certain tendency——

That is self-destruction.

The huntress walked hurriedly, her footsteps echoing in the corridor. She crossed her room and came to the prison where she was under house arrest, Shakespeare's study.

Although she is unwilling to do so, the person who knows Shuo Yue's story best is not her, but this fun-oriented guy. He should know everything about that young man.

There was a knock on the door, and Atalanta stepped in.

If it were Shakespeare, the great writer who wrote about people's hearts, he might be able to see something more profound -

But at this moment, two figures came into view. Atalanta looked past Shakespeare, who was smiling awkwardly, and looked at the young man leaning against the window, admiring the beautiful scenery of the courtyard. She couldn't believe it:

"Shuo...yue?"

Hearing Atalanta's call, the young man turned around slowly, and the oppressive feeling from the superior fantasy species spread out. The girl's hair was frightened. She couldn't help but tense her body vigilantly, but she couldn't move, so she could only watch. Shuo Yue approached her.

One step, two steps, three steps... The moonlight disappeared, and the shadow enveloped Atalanta's panicked face.

"Why are you here...ugh!"

Accompanied by Shakespeare's suppressed excitement, Shuo Yue leaned over and bit the girl's lips. The hot breath hit her face. Ta Miao's mind went numb, and her delicate body immediately softened, allowing the young man to take what he wanted.

The moonlight flows silently, reflecting the figures of lovers embracing each other, but it also looks like a giant dragon enjoying his treasure.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Shuo Yue was finally willing to let go, Atalanta had already fallen asleep in a daze. The young man gently touched her cheek and brushed her hair, and the shadow of the imaginary number rose from the darkness. , turned into a streamer and wrapped the girl, slowly sinking into the unknown space.

After ending his last tender moment, Shuo Yue brushed his lips with his fingertips and smiled sadly. Then he turned around and looked at Shabi, whose eyes were shining and she was recording something quickly. Her tone was as calm as ever.

"How's it going? Can you still hold on?"

"Of course, our perseverance is used at this time!" Shakespeare sat on the mahogany hat chair and waved his hands happily, "Go and lift the red silk in the last scene! We can't wait! I wish you good luck in martial arts!" "

Shuo Yue looked at Shakespeare who still refused to get up, bowed silently, then took a step back and disappeared into the layers of shadows. It wasn't until he confirmed the young man's departure that the smile on Shakespeare's face faded. He narrowed his eyes and lowered his head. A sigh.

"Love makes people behave, and suddenly they start to become gentle... It's a classic and wonderful story."

The hand holding the pen naturally dropped, passed through the trouser leg, and landed on the chair, making a crisp sound, like a sigh, or announcing the end of the stage.

Outside the study, violent explosions sounded, and the young man's loud voice resounded in the dark night:

"Assassin of the Blue, Shuo Yue, I would like to ask you for advice."

"This is the last battle, everyone on the black side and the red side!"

Ahem, let me tell you something. We have an exam the day after tomorrow, and we have to review today and tomorrow, so I’m taking two days off... Do you understand?

I definitely didn’t get stuck in this place on purpose (escape)