Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"No, no, no, no, no, help! I want to go back!"

"I'm never coming to this godforsaken place again! Run, run!"

The army collapsed. No one wanted to fight against such a behemoth, especially since the menacing aura emanating from it made them feel as if they had returned to a barbaric era of survival of the fittest, and that they were the prey at the bottom of the food chain.

The hunters standing in the ranks cast murderous glances at them, their black battle banners fluttering in the wind, the black bird patterns embroidered on them seemingly about to swallow the crimson and gold that symbolized Rome.

"Chase after them, not one—"

"No! Stop chasing him!" The man's words were interrupted. The young empress, who was deeply shocked by the tragic scene before her, finally came to her senses and covered Shuoyue's mouth tightly to prevent him from continuing.

"That's enough, that's enough!"

Shuoyue stopped giving the order, his golden-red eyes locking onto his master who was blocking him, and he felt the slight trembling of her hands and even her whole body.

Those emerald eyes held both the relief of surviving a catastrophe and an unyielding grief.

He looked down and saw that his black and gold trench coat was stained with blood, its color dull and unclear. Fresh blood from the wound flowed down his exposed skin and formed scabs that had not yet congealed.

Before him stood the emperor, whose golden hair was as beautiful as a rose, and whose body bore the scars of battle.

—In her hand, three Command Seals gleamed with a warning light.

"Is that so?" Finally, Shuoyue's eyes softened. He gently broke free from Nero's arm, and the black Xuanbird Banner in his hand vanished in a burst of energy.

"Then, declare victory, Your Majesty."

Nero looked at the smiling new moon and a joyful smile appeared on his face as well.

"Hmm! Then I hereby declare—we have won! We have defended the capital! The glory of victory belongs to me and to you, our beloved Rome!"

The mad crimson in the eyes of the guards faded; they looked at each other, then joined Nero in a cheer:

"Oh!!!"

Amid the noisy crowd, only a white-haired man smiled calmly, like an indifferent bystander.

"To put it simply, my Rome is currently in a critical moment. The once prosperous empire has now been fragmented."

On the way back to the capital, Nero began to discuss the current state of the war with the new moon:

"On one side is the legitimate Roman Empire that I rule, the territory centered on the capital Rome. On the other side is a united empire that suddenly appeared without warning, led by several 'emperors', excluding myself. Those guys call themselves the United Roman Empire and have seized half of the empire's territory."

"Hmm, I see." Shuoyue nodded thoughtfully.

As he had imagined, he had not gone to the Holy Grail War of the Moon, but had arrived at another world line, the Second Singularity of Fate/Grand Order: The Eternal Mad Empire.

Just, why?

Looking at the Rose Emperor, who was not riding a horse but walking alongside him, Shuoyue pondered in her heart.

According to the guidance of fate, he came here because of the call of destiny and his own own pull.

The call of cause and effect is already quite clear, referring to the summoning of Nero, but what about the self-attraction?

Furthermore, why is Nero considered to have a karmic connection with him? Even if there is one, it should only happen during the Holy Grail War of the Moon. Does this karmic connection include the future?

If that's the case, then the skill 'Endless Compassionate Wish' is probably much more troublesome than he imagined...

“By the way, speaking of which, I haven’t asked you in detail yet, who exactly are you?” Nero spoke up, interrupting Shuoyue’s thoughts.

As a Servant, she did not follow the normal rituals for summoning, so she naturally did not know the relationship between the Servant and the Master. Moreover, the two first met in the midst of chaos, when Nero was almost in dire straits and could only choose to trust Sakumoku, without having time to investigate further.

Now that the battle is over, she finally has time to ask the mysterious man about his true identity.

Who is this man who descended from the sky like a savior to help her out of the predicament? And where did he come from?

Was he merely offering casual assistance, or was he a comrade-in-arms with unwavering loyalty?

Can I trust him? Or should I use him like a double-edged sword, while remaining wary of him?

Sitting high on his throne, Nero had far too many things to consider.

“I am…” Shuoyue instinctively wanted to answer, but seeing the three Command Seals in Nero’s hand, and recalling Nero’s eyes at that time, Shuoyue instantly overturned his previous thoughts and spoke again:

"Who I am is not important. I am merely following your wishes and protecting you, a completely nameless person."

Before Nero could react, the white-haired man continued:

"I will leave after I have successfully escorted you to safety."

"Huh?" Nero tilted her head, and after realizing what Shuoyue meant, her pupils dilated, and she instinctively exclaimed in surprise at the city gate:

"Hey, hey, hey, hey—!"

Chapter 223 The Two Lost Command Seals, Guarding the Coastline

She is beautiful and outgoing, petite and hot, with a slender waist (personally verified), and a curvaceous figure. She also knows how to please people by wearing a semi-transparent skirt designed to reveal her underwear, exuding feminine charm.

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To be fair, no one could resist falling under the emperor's wing. Even if they couldn't pluck the fiery red rose, the daily sight of such a pleasing view would surely inspire anyone.

However, this does not include the man who prioritizes freedom over his lower body and even initially considered cutting off Nero's hand.

To him, this young empress was more like a shackle than a master, and more like an obstacle than a companion.

From the very beginning, his purpose was contrary to that of everyone else in this world—

"Are you leaving already?" Like a little girl about to be abandoned, Nero clutched the hem of Sakumoku's clothes, her emerald eyes filled with reluctance.

Although she still didn't understand how he appeared, she had somehow sensed a connection between herself and this man.

Even without that feeling, the famous general who descended from the sky and single-handedly rescued her from prison could not be let go easily.

Rome today desperately needs generals who can lead troops into battle.

"I can bestow upon you the highest rewards! Treasures, lands, even beautiful women! Mmm, you only need to follow me wholeheartedly, and I will share with you the glory of the Roman Empire!"

"how about you?"

Eh? "

Shuoyue looked at the stunned Nero and smiled, "You just said that 'beauty' is one of the rewards, right?"

"Then, you, as beautiful as a rose, could you bestow your beauty upon me?"

The man's words, which were neither truthful nor false, made Nero's cheeks flush instantly, and she turned her face away, unable to look at him.

“I…I am indeed the Flower of Olympia…but I am also the Emperor of the Roman Empire, yes, I am the Emperor! How can this be, this…not now…”

"Yeah, I understand."

The overly flat tone startled Nero. She turned to look at Shuoyue, only to find that the man had already turned his back to her and walked away as if he had lost interest.

“You are destined to be the emperor, but I am not your subject. Do not be mistaken, Nero Claudius.”

"At least here, we are destined to be on different paths."

As the new moon was about to leave, Nero felt a sudden surge of panic, causing her to shout out, disregarding her composure:

"I order you to stop right now!"

A line on the back of his hand shone brightly, and in front of Nero, the man stopped as if imprisoned, barely turning his head to see a girl in a deep red dress stride forward and grab his collar:

"I am the one who wields the glorious imperial power. Do you intend to disobey my orders?!"

Before Shuoyue could answer, Nero continued angrily, "In that case, I will exile you to the frontier of the empire, under the personal supervision of a legion. You will then obediently accept your punishment there!"

"This is an order, and disobedience is not permitted!"

Under the emperor's command, more than four thousand soldiers filed out, following the footsteps of a certain man as they walked further and further away.

The petite and beautiful young emperor climbed to a high place and gazed into the distance. The setting sun spilled across the horizon and fell on her dress. The sea breeze from the Mediterranean blew her golden hair, turning her whole body into a romantic golden hue.

Looking back now, even she herself is surprised by her reaction at the time. Her so-called quick thinking was nothing more than an unreasonable trick, like a child offering a piece of candy and pitifully begging someone to play with her.

And the man actually agreed.

Nero let out a small sigh.

It is true that the Roman Empire's front lines are under strain. Even with the help of the followers from the mysterious East and the Queen of Britain, the empire's territory is being gradually eroded. It is also true that they want to keep Shuoyue. A general who can frighten the enemy with just a few hundred men and make them flee without a fight is someone they absolutely cannot let go of.

But ultimately, did this wish stem from the emperor's concern for the country, or from a young girl's persistent pleading to prevent her prince charming from escaping?

After standing there for a long time, Nero finally walked down the city wall with little interest and went to the palace to deal with the mountain of government affairs.

In her hand, the last remaining Command Seal shone with a faint light.

After using his Spirit Origin ability to command the soldiers to march at full speed, Shuoyue finally arrived at his destination the next day.

This place is Pisa, located north of Rome. The reason why the soldiers from the Roman Empire were able to break through Nero's blockade was that they abandoned their positions in the Apennine Mountains and the Alps, avoiding a confrontation with the Roman army, and instead took a different route, crossing the sea.

According to Nero, most of the Roman Empire's forces were now stationed in Gaul south of the Alps with generals like Boudica, forming an impenetrable barrier to keep the Allied Empire's invasion at bay. However, this also meant that there were no troops stationed along the coastline. The emperor had originally intended to lead the campaign in person, but after the surprise attack, her Praetorian Guard was severely weakened and she had no choice but to return to the capital to take command.

Therefore, the task of guarding the coastline was handed over to Shuoyue, partly by request and partly by coercion.

He ordered the soldiers to organize the supplies and tidy up the camp, while Shuoyue himself sat in the makeshift command tent, pondering the next move.

First, this is the Second Singularity: The Perpetual Mad Empire. The timeline should be before Chaldea's arrival, because Boudica and other Servants have already been summoned and joined Nero's ranks, and the Roman Empire has already invaded the capital, Rome, forcing Nero to personally lead the expedition.

When the Chaldean group arrived at this singularity, they happened to witness Nero fighting the enemy at the gates of the capital, which should have happened shortly afterward.

Therefore, the next steps have been determined.

"First, before Chaldea arrives, that is, before Nero realizes the true meaning of the Command Seals on the back of his hand, use up all the Command Seals."

Thinking this, Shuoyue recalled Nero's two orders from earlier.

One command stopped Shuoyue in his tracks, while another ordered him to garrison the coastline—Nero probably didn't realize that Shuoyue's hasty agreement would cost him two Command Seals.

The shackles of power that bound Shuoyue are now down to their last one.

A man with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes stepped out of the command tent, gazed at the starry sky, and murmured to himself:

"Don't blame me, Nero, this is just a fleeting dream."

But even in a dream as fleeting as dew, there is one treasure that Shuoyue is willing to pursue.

"The Holy Grail." Suttering this word firmly, having fully experienced the mysteries of the Holy Grail, Shuoyue's eyes revealed undisguised desire.

Even if the Holy Grail here is a creation of Goetia, merely a condensed magic cube, and even if I myself still have more than forty unused ones, its magical value is still beyond imagination.

This is a magical concentrate enough to create tiny singularities; no one could refuse such a treasure.

But if the new moon wants to seek the Holy Grail, it means that he will be at odds with the Roman Empire, Chaldea, the Roman Union, the Demon Pillars, and all the factions in this singularity.