Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Not only him, but others also felt a slight commotion. In any case, an enemy general who could tear soldiers apart with his bare hands could evoke the deepest fear in people's hearts.

By the time I realized what was happening, the troops had already scattered. I managed to gather over three hundred comrades and send them here, while I rode over on horseback to report ahead of time.

Rosario and Shuoyue were both taken aback. The former immediately glared at Ethel, while the latter seemed thoughtful and stopped Rosario from speaking.

"You've worked hard, go and get some rest, Ethel."

Chapter 249 Shuoyue: Let me explain.

The singing outside gradually subsided. Nero must have been wondering why those who listened to her singing were so blissfully fainted. Taking this opportunity, Shuoyue's confidants also sneaked into their respective tents, fearing that the beautiful emperor would drag them in as listeners as well.

But Rosario didn't leave; he stayed behind, looking worried.

"Governor..."

“I understand what you’re trying to say.” The white-haired youth waved his hand, indicating that he didn’t need to say anything more. “If it were me, I would definitely follow the trail of the fleeing people and chase them all the way here.”

"Then it will be our turn to fight the man in the red robe."

“Exactly,” Rosario nodded in agreement. “And against such an enemy, can we really…”

"Have faith in me, Vice General." Shuoyue turned her gaze, her blood-red pupils showing no panic at the impending enemy. "I just need a hard whetstone to train the troops, and while I'm at it... to clean up some of the minor mistakes the Emperor has made."

Small mistake?

Rosario sensed something amiss, so he kept his mouth shut and silently took his leave.

Behind him, Shuoyue sat back down in her chair, her hands crossed and resting on her chin.

As he had predicted, the worst-case scenario unfolded.

Even though Göring Varus was his enemy, his ability to become commander-in-chief proved his competence, since a commander-in-chief required Nero's personal approval.

It's no wonder he was killed so soon after the start of the war.

Who told him to encounter an enemy who was already dead, a Servant—a vessel of heroic spirits capable of easily defeating any being of this era?

The bright red cloak and the ferocious fighting stance were enough for Shuoyue to deduce the identity of this rider.

"Caligula...it seems the Chaldea people are indeed arriving soon."

He was the third emperor of the ancient Roman Empire, a figure from the first century AD, and the uncle of Emperor Nero, who was known for his brutality.

Few remember how wise and benevolent Caligula, the son of a hero, was during the first two years of his reign. He burned the secret documents from Tiberius's time, showed great respect for the Senate, and even planned to reinstate the Assembly. He was a beloved and enlightened ruler.

However, suddenly favored by the moon, or rather, after a serious illness—Caligula fell into an abyss of madness.

In the years leading up to his assassination, he ruled the empire with fear.

In official history, he once told his grandmother Antonia the Younger, "I can treat anyone however I want," and thus committed countless cruel and evil deeds, such as killing Tiberius's son, ordering the heads of all the idols in the temple to be cut off and replaced with his own, and levying taxes on various places in order to attack the Germanic regions on a whim... In the end, he was assassinated by the captain of the Praetorian Guard, Callia.

Of course, in the history of the moon, he was nothing more than a pitiful person whose mind was taken away by the goddess of moonlight.

Now, the reason why Shuoyue is not attacking the No. 1 stronghold is crystal clear.

Why not attack the enemy's most important coastal stronghold?

Why is there only a little over 500 people guarding this important military location?

That's because Caligula exists!

With a Servant who can take on a thousand men and whose combat power is unparalleled, it is simply impossible for soldiers of this era to break through that pass.

Only a Servant can defeat another Servant.

In other words, among the legions that marched to Pisa, only the new moon could kill Caligula.

However, Shuoyue has lost all of her power, and in its place is the powerful spiritual foundation of that famous general.

That "power" of the spiritual foundation must be built upon an army, upon slaughter.

An army that has not been tempered by blood and fire would be pyrrhic if it rashly faced Caligula, even if it won.

Now, if Caligula were to rashly barge in, he would be easily killed by Shuoyue.

Unfortunately, Caligula, being a Servant, happened to arrive in the Servant class.

"And berserkers, they've never been very good at using their brains..."

After a noisy afternoon, the camp, which had been ravaged by war, was finally repaired. Under Shuoyue's orders, the soldiers decided to stay there and wait to return to camp the next morning.

The aroma of food filled the camp once again, and the soldiers gathered in twos and threes to receive food from the quartermaster and enjoy a rare rest after a long day of work.

However, those with a keen eye could see that although the soldiers were sitting in a disorderly manner, they had unconsciously formed three distinct camps: the first was the soldiers under the command of Shuoyue, the second was the prisoners of war who had voluntarily surrendered, and the third was the prisoners of war who had accepted Emperor Nero's pardon and were called "loyal and brave men".

Clearly, although they are both under the rule of Shuoyue in terms of "reason", they still cannot accept each other in terms of "emotion".

Did Shuoyue, who held the high position of commander, realize this potential contradiction?

No one knew what had happened to the white-haired youth after Nero's speech; all that was known was that from the afternoon onward, the commander-in-chief stayed in his tent and did not step out except to summon officers.

As for Emperor Nero Claudius, who has not yet left...

At this moment, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, but dressed in a dress as vibrant as flames, was pacing back and forth in front of the tightly closed tent of Shuoyue.

Although she knew Nero was lying, Sakuyue had neither the desire nor the interest to ask her why she had come.

Besides, His Majesty the Emperor is the kind of person who can't keep secrets. Even if Shuoyue does nothing, she will inevitably reveal her thoughts, right?

Just as the new moon had thought, at this moment, Nero couldn't help but recall the dream he had that morning.

The past of a young man from a distant foreign land.

So that's the identity of the white-haired youth? So the governor came all the way from the mysterious East?

Could it be that he... came to save me?

But how did the governor come to know me?

What's the story behind the red marks on the back of my hand?

Nero raised the back of his hand. Although only one of the three Command Seals remained, traces of the other two, which had been used up at some point, were still visible.

Although she didn't know what it was, she could still intuitively sense its importance.

Including that dream that was too heavy, too profound...

There were so many things he wanted to ask. After hesitating for a moment, Nero finally made up his mind, stepped forward, and lifted the curtain.

"Governor, I have something I'd like to ask you..."

Her words abruptly stopped, for in front of her stood a white-haired youth with a look of astonishment on his face, his lips still greasy from not having had time to wipe them off.

Looking down, I saw him holding a chicken leg in his left hand, eating it with his mouth full of oil, while his right hand was fanning the self-built stove. The wood in the stove was burning quietly, making a crackling sound.

In the iron pot, tender young chickens lay amidst a full array of seasonings, emitting an irresistible aroma.

Shuoyue: "...Let me explain."

Nero: "???"

Chapter 250 Caligula's Night Raid

Take a pheasant that has been slaughtered nearby, clean it, cut it into pieces, and marinate it with pepper, Angelica pubescens root, a small amount of caraway, meat juice, and wine.

After deep-frying, place the chicken in a ceramic flat-bottomed dish, put the seasonings on top of the chicken, pour in wine and simmer for an appropriate time to allow the flavors of the seasonings to blend and permeate the chicken, sprinkle with pepper, and serve.

And that's how the fragrant Parthian-style chicken was made.

"So, that's your reason for secretly eating delicious food in the camp without my knowledge?"

Nero's ahoge (cowlick) swayed back and forth. Under Shuoyue's tender gaze, she grabbed another chicken leg and took a big bite. The aroma was irresistible, and the tender, juicy texture made her squint her eyes in satisfaction, her face filled with bliss.

"Wow, you can actually make this so delicious! I've misjudged you, Governor!"

As he spoke, Nero unhesitatingly devoured the "tribute" used as a bribe for the new moon, then put down the empty plate and looked the white-haired youth squatting in the corner up and down with a curious gaze.

What are you doing?

"Heartache, depression, sadness, social withdrawal."

Those were materials he painstakingly gathered, mobilizing all his officers! They were a dream dish, technologically ahead of its time by over a thousand years!

As a result, apart from the chicken leg I sneaked in, everything else vanished like a river flowing away...

Damn it, I never expected that someone could barge into the camp without saying hello!

While lamenting that "even the wisest can make a mistake," Shuoyue silently examined her own laziness and the mistake of only setting up isolation magic and not setting up defensive magic.

Next time, let's just set the damage of defense magic to lethal (yandere face)...

"Ugh, ugh!" Nero's limited brain capacity meant she couldn't comprehend the governor's sorrow. She simply nodded triumphantly and patted his shoulder with her shiny little hands. "If the governor weren't burdened with the mission of conquering Pisa, I would have wanted to tie you up and bring you back to the palace so you could cook for me for the rest of your life."

"Please spare me this one, Your Majesty." Silently remembering this grudge, Shuoyue shed his颓废宅男 (颓废宅男 is a Chinese idiom meaning decadent and dissolute) state and once again transformed into the resourceful commander. "Enough of the idle talk, Your Majesty. What is the purpose of your sudden visit to me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot about the important matter!" Nero suddenly realized. "Governor, it's like this..."

Just as she was about to speak, a notification sound came from the entrance of the tent.

It was the simple magic doorbell that Shuoyue had set up that rang.

The white-haired youth casually waved his hand, and the curtain opened. Fully armed Ethel and Rosario rushed in, loudly reporting in unison:

"My lord...and His Majesty! The enemy has appeared!"

enemy?!

Nero was startled and was about to speak when he heard the unsurprising question from the person beside him:

"How many people?"

"one person!"

"Understood. Gather the soldiers and prepare for battle." As Shuoyue spoke, she took the red robe hanging on the chair, draped it over her shoulders, and strode out of the tent.

If the battle drags into the night, the red robes symbolizing the governor will allow the soldiers to see the position of the new moon, thus making them more obedient to orders.

Halfway there, Shuoyue finally realized that there was an emperor beside her who should be treated with respect, and turned around helplessly: "Your Majesty..."

"No need to say more!" Nero immediately understood what Shuoyue meant, patted his chest, and looked like he was going to his death. "I am ready to go to the battlefield. I am sure that as long as I cheer them on, the soldiers will fight to the death on the front line!"

Yes, I will definitely stay far away from you... because compared to the enemy, your singing voice is definitely more deadly.

Rosario, Ethel, and even Shuoyue all shuddered, clearly recalling some unpleasant memories.