Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Amidst the screams, Rin Tohsaka also saw "Rin Tohsaka" sandwiched among the crowd, wearing an ominous smile.

"You're the one who knocked me out, right? Who are you?"

"Retreat immediately, Ilya!" Ruby urged. "My guess was right, this woman is definitely not the middle-aged woman I know!"

"Who are you calling a middle-aged woman!" Rin Tohsaka grabbed the ruby, her arm tightening as she glared menacingly at Sakugetsu. "Tell me, why were you impersonating me?"

"Ah!" Luvia, who was not far away, exclaimed in surprise, "My class card is gone! Could it be that it was around that time? Damn it..."

As if to confirm Luvia's words, Sakuyue raised the class card in her hand and smiled at the group of people who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy:

"Well then, I'll gladly accept this card. Please keep up the good work, everyone, and strive to get me even more class cards!"

The space of displacement opened, and before anyone could react, they saw Shuoyue fall into the light curtain and disappear.

"You bastard, don't you dare leave!"

"They've left..."

"Miyu? Miyu! What's wrong?"

Luvia's exclamation attracted the attention of the others. Illya and Rin Tohsaka turned to look and saw the magical girl standing next to Luvia, who had always kept her emotions hidden, staring intently at the spot where Sakumo had disappeared, her amber eyes filled with trembling and fear.

"Displacement magic... No, how is that possible..."

A figure appeared within the church.

"Oops, did I use the wrong magic trick?" Sakuyue, now back to his boyish appearance, slapped his forehead. "Did I do something that might make Miyu think the wrong thing?"

Not long after he got his class card, Shuoyue casually tossed it into his imaginary pocket. At this moment, he frowned, pondered for a while, and then quickly relaxed his grip.

"Well, what's done is done. Now we just hope that Ilya and the others can discover Miyu's problem in advance, so that the child won't have to bear it all alone."

As Shuoyue entered her room, a girl dressed in a tight-fitting ninja outfit had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Master, Miss Karen is asleep. Her injuries are expected to heal in fifteen days."

"Very good. Continue to take good care of her for me. While I'm away, Karen will be your second mistress, understand?"

"Yes."

After concluding her conversation with Duan Zang, Shuo Yue closed her eyes and summoned the Destiny Chart.

"Little Life, take me back to the Second Singularity."

[Received, initiating transfer]

As the feeling of weightlessness came over her, Shuoyue's soul was once again elevated infinitely, plunging into a single point in the vast universe.

[Entered the second singularity, permitted return time: three days!]

Chapter 241 The Ten Sages of the Temple of Martial Arts and the Roman Army

Roman Empire, Pisa

Inside the command tent, the general with blood-red eyes opened his eyes.

His full head of white hair did not convey a sense of old age; on the contrary, the aura surrounding him was chilling.

"Soldiers," the man casually called to the Roman soldiers guarding the tent entrance, "What time is it now? No need for details, just give a general idea."

"Yes, sir!" The young soldier on guard duty strode in and reported, "We set up camp here last night, and it is now noon on the second day."

Only half a day has passed? He spent a full three days in the magical girl world!

The man, who was "awakening" from his sleep, seemed to be deep in thought.

"Little Life, classmate?"

[Additional explanation: The passage of time in different time periods is not parallel, but rather follows its own rules and fluctuates around a certain baseline.]

"I understand. So, the time flow rate between the two worlds isn't constant, right?"

【Correct answer】

After receiving the explanation, Shuoyue looked at the young soldier in front of him and immediately recalled the knowledge about the Roman Empire's army that she had crammed on in her spare time in the magical girl world.

Roman soldiers were of four types. The first type was the young soldiers or light infantry, who were the youngest, most agile, but also the least trained. The second type was the youth soldiers, who were slightly older and more experienced. The third type was the adult soldiers, who were about thirty years old on average. They were mature, tenacious, and experienced, and formed the backbone of the entire army. The fourth type was the adult soldiers, who were the oldest, mature, and steady.

Of course, there were also mercenaries from other places, such as Balean slingers and archers from the Aegean region, who often fought alongside the young soldiers of the ancient Roman army.

Based on this knowledge point, we can easily realize where the problem lies:

First of all, although the lovely Empress Nero said that she was using the legion to "supervise" the new moon, in fact, this was nothing more than her way of transferring military power in disguise. When she was transferring troops, Nero also personally put on the red robe symbolizing the military governor, that is, the commander of the army, in front of a group of officers.

Secondly, out of concern that her disappearance would be discovered, Shuoyue, the supreme commander of the legion, ordered others not to guard the entrance of her tent before leaving this world. However, when she returned today, there were soldiers standing guard at the entrance.

Finally, the soldier standing at the door turned out to be the weakest boy soldier in the legion—Shuoyue felt that his role was more like supervision than guarding the gate.

"Has the parachuted governorship indeed provoked resistance from the nobles and the Senate?" Shuoyue murmured to herself with a smile.

During the Principate period in which Nero lived, the supreme commander of the army was no longer the consul, but the emperor. However, not every emperor was willing to personally lead troops into battle. Therefore, the governor appointed by the emperor to take up a post in the emperor's province (meaning the emperor's special envoy) became the most common commander of the Roman army.

The governor, who possessed military power and was directly appointed by Augustus (Nero), was also known as the "principal's agent" because he was directly responsible to Augustus and could directly contact the highest authority of the Roman Empire.

Shuoyue rose from a casualty to such a powerful figure in one fell swoop.

And for this reason, the original commander of this legion was probably already dissatisfied.

After all, during Augustus's time, officers of the legions and the Praetorian Guard were all members of the Senate and knights. Ordinary soldiers could not rise to high-ranking positions in the legions; at most, they could only hold the higher position of centurion. Only those of noble or knightly birth could serve as high-ranking officers.

A governor like Shuoyue, who is directly appointed and dismissed by the emperor, undoubtedly threatened the interests of certain people, such as the original commander of this legion.

The two boy soldiers stationed at the entrance of his command tent were a provocation from the former commander: he could mobilize soldiers at will today, and tomorrow he could lead his loyal soldiers in a mutiny to replace Shuoyue, a figurehead.

Nero, oh Nero, you've really given me a very difficult problem.

After muttering a disrespectful remark to himself, Shuoyue strode out of the tent.

Half a day after the army arrived in Pisa, trenches had already been dug around the barracks, and excess soil was piled up close to the palisade posts to increase the thickness and sturdiness of the palisade.

Led by their centurions, thousands of soldiers received bread, lard, and cured meat from the treasurer in an orderly fashion, enjoying their rare lunch. When they saw the new moon passing by, they put down their food and bowed respectfully.

After several generations of improvements and evolutions, the legions of Augustus' era became increasingly professional, and had their own unique characteristics in every detail of marching and fighting.

"Governor!" Not far away, the scout sent by Shuoyue to gather information hurriedly swallowed the bread in his mouth and jogged over, while the white-haired youth casually waved his hand, signaling him to come along.

"Soldier, what's your name?"

“Yes, my name is Vadim Rosario!” The middle-aged man, who had once been Nero’s guard, served under the commander of the new moon, and then voluntarily resigned and was demoted to a scout, pounded his chest, concealing the fanaticism in his eyes.

"Well then, Rosario, I look forward to the intelligence you bring."

"As ordered!"

After a brief detour and giving ample hints, Shuoyue led Rosario back to the command tent.

The news that the governor had woken up and returned to his tent with the patrolmen was passed down through the ranks and eventually reached someone on the other side of the camp.

"I traveled north along the Mediterranean coast. Before the stars appeared, I discovered enemy ships and encampments on the shore. Then I went inland and, as the morning star rose, followed the enemy's supply convoy and discovered traces of their hiding places in the villages."

As Rosario spoke, he took out two roughly drawn topographical maps.

"The first camp was not heavily guarded, so I recorded detailed intelligence. However, the second outpost was heavily guarded, and the patrol routes were too closely monitored. I dared not approach and could only roughly record the general information. Please forgive me."

"It's alright, you've done enough," Shuoyue replied casually, but unexpectedly Rosario suddenly became excited and shouted back:

"Thank you for your recognition!"

"Hmm." Shuoyue looked at the uncle with heavy dark circles under his eyes and a pious light shining in his eyes, and couldn't help but twitch her lips.

His spirit origin was indeed worthy of that famous general. He had only temporarily taken command of Nero's guard for a short period of time, yet some soldiers gave up their original generous conditions and were willing to serve under him as a lowly soldier who endured hardships.

It wasn't just this uncle; as far as Shuoyue knew, there were dozens of people who resigned from their positions in the Imperial Guard and voluntarily demoted to legion soldiers!

You should know that those qualified to become the Emperor's Guard are either soldiers with outstanding military achievements or nobles with illustrious backgrounds!

The reason for this situation was not because the new moon suddenly trembled and exuded an aura of dominance, but rather because of a certain skill in the Servant's Spirit Origin:

[Ten Philosophers of the Martial Temple: A]

As a renowned general ranked in the Temple of Martial Arts, this avenger embodies the resentment and admiration of countless people. At the same time, he is a strategist-type Servant with a passive, permanent skill that combines command and loyal advice.

The so-called command and advice are the standard equipment for strategists, and also the reason why a certain Zhuge Liang had to work overtime all night - 'strategist's command' and 'strategist's advice'.

One of the two skills can analyze the battle situation and provide useful advice for our side, while the other can bring out the maximum strength of the soldiers, including ourselves. Their role in marching and fighting is self-evident.

The combined skill, [Ten Sages of the Martial Temple], when used by a Gundam A-rank, is almost indistinguishable from brainwashing and hypnosis.

Legions that accept Shuoyue's command will see their loyalty to him increase at a visible rate, not to mention that Shuoyue also led these remnants of the army to victory against overwhelming odds, causing the enemy to flee in disarray.

With a slightly awkward cough, Shuoyue picked up the map the scout had drawn that morning and asked:

"Camp One, which is the camp stationed by the sea, and Camp Two, which is hiding in the village, how many enemy troops do you think there are at these two locations?"

"Based on the number of tents, the number of enemies in Camp 1 should be around 500; while the number of enemies in Camp 2 is around 2,000."

“Is that so…” Shuoyue couldn’t help but frown.

Logically, since the Roman Empire, that is, the Roman emperors under the command of the Grand Bomber Rafe, transported their troops by sea, there are two possible routes for the arriving troops:

First, establish strongholds at the landing points and station a large number of troops to prevent Nero from sending troops to capture them. Then, proceed steadily, establish supply lines, and gradually expand the war from point to area, eventually spreading the flames of war to all parts of the Roman heartland, keeping Nero busy and giving the main battlefield in the Alps a greater advantage.

Secondly, they fully utilized their mobility, breaking into smaller units the instant they landed secretly, and using covert methods to break through the Roman Empire's encirclement to conduct guerrilla warfare, or infiltrate key Roman cities, ultimately coordinating with the main army from within and without to quickly defeat the city's defensive forces.

But what about the 500 enemy troops reported by the scouts stationed on the coastline? Even if we were to adopt the first method, wouldn't such a number be far too meager?

With just one large battalion, did the Roman Empire really think that such a force could hold the stronghold?

Even the Spartan warriors who fought fiercely at Thermopylae could not withstand the iron hooves of the Persian army!

Suddenly, Shuoyue looked at her hands and realized something.

"Pass down the order to inform the First Column (four battalions, more than two thousand men) to prepare. We will depart this afternoon for the enemy's second stronghold. Also, send..."

"I disagree!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp retort rang out, and the curtain of the command tent was lifted, revealing a man clad in scale armor who looked incredibly valiant. He strode in and met Shuoyue's gaze without fear.

"Why don't you go and recapture the landing points of the United Empire? Have you forgotten His Majesty Nero's orders?!"

Chapter 242 A Farewell from the Butcher

It is well known that newly appointed superiors often cause dissatisfaction among subordinates, especially the older employees who are closest to the position.