My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

"Miss Illya? Miss Illya is here..."

The counter clerk's shout was interrupted by a low and hurried voice.

"Please give me the roster."

"Ah, okay, okay."

No magic was used, but the expression on the man's face was so terrifying and empty that the counter clerk's will was easily crushed, and he blankly handed over the roster in his hand.

Emiya Kiritsugu snatched it away, flipped through it quickly, and finally stopped at a very familiar name.

【Illyasviel von Einzbern】

【Room 1986】

1986... Emiya Kiritsugu's fingertips began to tremble.

He remembered, he clearly remembered, that his daughter Ilyasviel was born on an extremely cold night in 1986.

But how could she come here? From the distant Winter City?

After handing the roster back to the counter staff, Emiya Kiritsugu looked in the direction of the Hyatt Regency Hotel and closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

Then, move your legs.

If his daughter is also in this deadly building, then as a father, he should risk his own life to rescue her.

This is an obvious fact.

But this man is different. In the face of the love of a father, he has more important things to bear——

On the road to his "father", the thorns of his "ideal" made it difficult for him.

His legs were trembling, and every time the man with empty eyes took a step toward the hotel, his heart became more shaken, and the cracks on his calm face became deeper and deeper.

It seemed that every step he took was a betrayal of his wishes and ideals.

"Emiya Nomitaki, are you here?" The counter staff kept calling, and the voice seemed to come from an unreal horizon, making Emiya Kiritsugu feel light and airy, as if he was walking among the clouds.

Oh, father.

The father who devoted himself to studying time magic and was designated by the seal.

His father developed a drug that turns him into a Dead Apostle for the purpose of conducting magic research, and used ordinary people as test subjects.

He still remembered the feeling of the dagger piercing the magician's body. That was the first time he picked up a gun and completely ended the magician's life.

The scars from the past were torn apart, and the soul-piercing feeling supported Emiya Kiritsugu to continue moving forward.

"Xia Lei, is Miss Xia Lei here?"

Xia Lei...

Red blood flowed from the scar.

"What kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?" The brown-skinned Southeast Asian girl has a bright smile, which contains Emiya Kiritsugu's first love.

But she was already dead. After taking the drug that turned her into a Dead Apostle made by Noriken Emiya, she was purged by the Holy Church and the Magic Association.

The girl turned into a Death Apostle handed Emiya Kiritsugu a silver dagger and begged him to kill her.

But Emiya Kiritsugu fled in shame.

Because he failed to kill the girl he loved, the entire village fell - this disaster almost established the values ​​​​of the life of the magician killer named Emiya Kiritsugu.

"Ms. Natalia? Is Ms. Natalia here?"

"ah……"

This time, the man finally stopped.

The crack in my heart no longer bleeds, and the wind blows, making a hollow echo.

After the Death Apostle-turned-village was wiped out, he was adopted by the bounty hunter Natalia.

She accompanied Emiya Kiritsugu through his youth, watching him transform from a brat into a gloomy, cold, dry-eyed hunter.

In the last mission, in order to eliminate the Death Apostle Bees on the plane, Emiya Kiritsugu used a Blow Pipe portable surface-to-air missile and shot down the death flight before the plane landed.

Even though there was his most beloved teacher on this plane, the woman he had been with for more than ten years.

After countless midnight dreams, Emiya Kiritsugu finally realized what he had lost.

——He has already regarded Natalia as his mother.

"It's strange, Emiya Noriken, Xia Lei, Natalia...didn't they all come out?"

Yes, they were all killed by me.

The ghosts of the past stretched out their hands towards him, trying to drag him into the unfathomable abyss.

The thin man stood among the crowd, looking so lonely and shaky.

It’s fake, it’s all fake, they are all dead, how can they be alive in this hotel.

Everything could only be someone's malicious ridicule to him, or it could be said to be an arrangement made to slow down his pace.

But even though he knew this, Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't change anything. He regarded himself as a scale to measure good and evil, but one end of the scale was constantly being weighed down by heavy weights, while the other side was tightly held down by the man himself. .

That creaking thing is more than just the scale itself?

Each name turned into a hidden hint, as if foreshadowing some kind of tragic ending.

So, what comes next is...

"Miss Irisviel? Is Miss Irisviel von Einzbern here?" Death flipped through the famous list and slowly read out the next name.

Yes, even his beloved wife will be killed by him...

"Yes, I'm here."

A voice as sweet as a lark sounded behind Emiya Kiritsugu. Irisviel held her cheek, her red eyes full of doubts:

"It's weird, I didn't book a room at the Hyatt Hotel? But this is my name, um, is it a mistake?"

As if aware of Kiritsugu's disbelieving gaze, the beautiful woman stuck out her tongue and clasped her hands together in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Kiritsugu, I couldn't help but ran over in the end."

Next to her, Saber, who was wearing a suit, took a step forward and said, "This is not Irisviel's fault. I did it on my own initiative. I should bear all the blame."

But at this time, Emiya Kiritsugu didn't care about this. Looking at the woman he loved deeply, his lifeless eyes gave out a little light.

Under the astonished gazes of Saber and Irisviel, Emiya Kiritsugu took a step forward, opened his arms, and took the initiative to hug his wife, hugging the few connections in this cold world.

After a long time, there was a muffled sound.

"Thank you, Saber."

Arturia raised her eyebrows and the dull hair on her head swayed slightly.

This was the only time her Master thanked her, but Saber was not happy at all.

Her intuition told her what kind of bitterness, blood and tears were contained in this thank you.

What has this man... experienced in the past?

On the other side, Irisviel also noticed something strange about Emiya Kiritsugu.

They had embraced each other briefly before, but no matter which time, her husband only tried to suppress his emotions, as if he was afraid that he would be addicted to something and be unable to extricate himself.

But this was the first time that he hugged her without any scruples and snuggled into her arms.

Kiritsugu, he is very fragile now,

Due to the unique sensitivity of artificial humans, Irisviel quickly came to a conclusion.

Different from the fragility when Illya was born, saying "I am not qualified to hold this child" with a painful look on his face, the fragility at that time was firm because the man named "Emiya Kiritsugu" knew what was going to happen in the future. Whatever you do, what will happen, but the pain caused cannot be undone.

But this time, the fragility is empty and broken, as if the despair has been denied even its own meaning.

It is precisely because of this that it is even more profound.

"If I decide to leave everything and run away now - Ellie, will you come with me?"

After a brief moment of tenderness, the man raised his head, and the words he spoke made Irisviel freeze in place.

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