Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Understood, I'll set off now."

Ahem, the Chaldea of ​​this timeline has finally made its appearance! (Important note: "this timeline")

Chapter 265 The Benevolent Master Fujimaru Ritsuka

Chapter 265: The Perfect Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka

When I opened my eyes, it was still the same morning, but I was no longer the same person.

That's not quite right, but Shuoyue was indeed feeling rather troubled.

If I had to put it in words, it's like a poor college student facing a deadline only to find they have to rewrite their thesis.

As a transmigrator, he did not deny that he recruited Karen out of sympathy, even though she was going to Fuyuki anyway. But with the support of the person named by the Grand Marshal of the Magic Path, Sakuyue, there would be much less malice towards Karen Ordesia.

But he always stood in front of Karen without the girl's consent.

Unlike Sakura, Kohaku, and Fujino, who also suffered tragic fates, Kallen was aware of her abnormality and decided to dedicate her life to God, holding a strong belief and faith in this—in other words, she chose this path with her free will.

Radar to banish demons, a tool of the church, a demonic saint, the purest saint.

This is Karen's life, everything about Karen.

Shuoyue's actions are undoubtedly applauded, but for Karen, is it a form of oppression and confinement in her life?

"Tsk." When the commander with blood-red eyes turned gloomy, he exuded a chilling pressure.

In particular, a certain fact that she became aware of made Shuoyue even more unhappy.

Why should I care so much about what others think?

I might as well tie her up and hold her down beside me...

"Commander!" A familiar call came from outside the tent. Seemingly sensing the danger instinctively, Rosario refused to take a step into the abyss, instead shouting at the door, "The Roman messenger has news that a foreign organization called 'Chaldea' has arrived in Rome, and His Majesty the Emperor has ordered you to return immediately!"

"Chaldea?" came the commander's whisper from inside the tent. After a long silence, a new voice came out, "Understood."

"Yes!" Rosario felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately fled the camp in three quick steps.

A moment later, ignoring his lieutenant's advice, he rode out of the camp alone and headed towards the Roman capital.

The general with blood-red eyes admired the scenery of the Mediterranean. The gloom in his heart was gradually replaced by a more intense emotion, and slowly, even his face showed an expectant smile.

"They've finally arrived, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, and..."

"doctor."

market

Even though Rome's territory outside the city walls was being invaded and war was raging everywhere, the people inside the walls still set up stalls, loudly hawking their goods, their faces beaming with smiles.

This is Rome, a place protected by the Emperor, a place that, like a rose, will never be disturbed—this is the belief of the citizens.

If you look towards the center of the street, you will see the Emperor in a red dress walking side by side with a black-haired youth, a smile on their faces that is not concealed at all.

"Enjoy the view and be moved to tears! This is my capital, a glorious empire that even young girls would sing praises of!"

The black-haired youth gazed around, his eyes as serene as the blue sky: "Indeed, it's full of vitality." -Wandering Dance-

“Yes, yes, right? After all, this is the finest capital city in the world!” Nero smiled with pride. “As the saying goes, there were originally seven hills of Septemmontes. Everything began here, and the ancestral gods and the hills together drew back the curtain on glorious history. Later… Oh, shopkeeper. Would you like one of these apples?”

"Welcome, Your Majesty! Please take this, may Your Majesty and Rome's glory endure forever!"

"No need to be so polite, shopkeeper. Mmm, these apples are delicious. How about you all have one? It might be a little impolite, but don't worry about it too much. After all, you've just come from the battlefield, and sweet fruit is very effective in relieving fatigue. It can't heal wounds, but it can restore your spirits!"

It was called a battlefield, but in reality, it was a campaign to annihilate small groups of troops roaming around the capital. The Chaldea group was welcomed into the capital by Nero precisely because of their meritorious service in assisting the battle.

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"I'll eat it later." The black-haired youth shook his head, refusing the temptation of the apple.

Even though Chaldea is short of resources, there are far too many apples, like gold, silver, and bronze ones... Ugh, I have absolutely no appetite.

"Really? You're quite polite." Nero didn't press the matter, but then suddenly realized something, and two blushes rose on her cheeks. "No, I'm actually the same way, you know? I'm usually a very polite person too, you know? I just couldn't help but want to praise you a bit, cough cough, anyway..."

"So cute..." A soft exclamation came from the youth's bracelet, a voice that belonged to no one else present. Hearing this, the black-haired youth nodded seriously, deeply agreeing.

Who would have thought that the tyrant who set fire to cities and was licentious in history was actually a beautiful and lovable young girl?

History is truly profound.

As the group walked and chatted, the person on the other end of the young man's bracelet quickly informed Nero about the anomalies of this world, and for some reason, Nero accepted it without any surprise.

"So that's how it is. It was the Holy Grail that turned my Rome into this." The young emperor said thoughtfully.

"Doesn't Your Majesty find this strange?" the black-haired youth asked.

"No, I didn't find it unbelievable or strange. Especially the so-called Holy Grail... how should I put it... I care a lot about it... no, it's nothing, maybe I'm overthinking it, it's just that I feel like I've had that kind of nightmare before."

Shaking his head to clear away the hazy memories—whether they were from yesterday, a long time ago, or the future—Nero's face blossomed into a smile once more. "Alright, let's get started. We can discuss the details later when we get to the manor!"

"Not only you, but I also met an extraterrestrial visitor who claimed to be a 'Servant' a few days ago. He helped me a lot!"

Upon hearing this, the black-haired youth's eyes widened for the first time, and the bracelet he wore seemed to speak for him as he exclaimed in surprise: "Wait, Your Majesty, are you talking about Servants?!"

"Hmm, what's wrong? He still calls me Master? Hehehe, I'm his master..." As she spoke, the young empress fell into a strange fantasy, unable to extricate herself.

Behind her, the black-haired youth frowned and communicated with the voice coming from the bracelet:

"Doctor, what happened?"

"I don't know either. From the perspective of the First Singularity, it's understandable that there are unmastered Servants in this era, but for a Servant to recognize His Majesty the Emperor as his master? In other words, Nero summoned a Servant without realizing it?"

“Summoning Servants requires drawing a summoning circle, right? I don’t see that Your Majesty has any knowledge of the mystical.” Fujimaru Ritsuka examined Nero’s hand hidden in his sleeve, and after a moment her pupils contracted.

"Doctor, we've found His Majesty Nero's Command Seal!"

Because Nero's clothing covered the back of his hand, the young man would not have been able to see the Command Seals on the back of his hand if he hadn't searched carefully and if His Majesty the Emperor hadn't moved his clothing while walking.

After all—there should have been three Command Seals, but now there's only one left!

Just then, Nero's excited shouts rang out.

"Ah, Governor, you've arrived already? Fujimaru, Fujimaru, this is my servant, Sakugetsu!"

Upon hearing this, the black-haired youth was startled and subconsciously looked up, meeting the gaze of a general with a full head of white hair.

Those blood-red pupils exuded a captivating and oppressive aura.

"Nice to meet you, kind sir from the observatory—"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka."

The only Master from Chaldea, one of the protagonists he knew all too well, finally stood before Sakugetsu.

I forget where it was said, but in the game, Kishinami Hakuno is called the "Supreme Master," while in FGO, the character we are most familiar with, Fujimaru Ritsuka, is called the "Most Benevolent Master." It just goes to show how intense the chuunibyou spirit of the Japanese is, and upon closer inspection, it's quite fitting.

Chapter 266 Warming Wine to Slay the Enemy

"First of all... right, let's have a banquet before we rest! It'll be to celebrate everyone's arrival!"

The emperor has spoken, so how can we disobey?

Then the palace was lit up that night, and dishes of fine food were served. Dressed in a long, bright red gown, the beautiful emperor smiled and raised his wine cup high.

"Come on, everyone, this is a top-quality wine sent from the East!"

Faced with the emperor's warm invitation, the white-haired general smiled and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp. The black-haired youth beside him, however, looked reluctant, barely taking a sip, and sticking out his tongue from the spiciness.

"It seems you're not very good at drinking, Fujimaru."

"There's nothing I can do, I'm not old enough to drink yet."

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a helpless, bitter smile, her eyes clear.

Just as no one would expect that the protagonist of the Arthurian legend and the tyrant of the Roman Empire were both girls, how many people know that the Master who restored humanity and saved the world was just an underage child?

"Speaking of which, Mr. Shuoyue, you recognized us immediately back then, didn't you?"

While Nero went to comfort the soldiers, Fujimaru Ritsuka cut straight to the point, startling Sakugetsu from his reverie.

After a brief introduction on the street, they were enthusiastically dragged by Nero to a banquet. Now that the emperor was away, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally had the opportunity to voice his innermost doubts:

"Since you address me as the... uh, guest of the Observatory, then it means, Mr. Shuoyue, that you are aware of the existence of Chaldea?"

Coming to her senses, Sakuyue looked at Gudaofu with a meaningful gaze, or more precisely, at the bracelet on his hand.

"I suppose so, but I have something more important to ask you."

Staring at the bewildered young man, Shuoyue said in a deep voice:

"Mashu—where is she?"

"Matthew?"

That was an unexpected reaction from Shuoyue.

Upon hearing the name, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was undoubtedly from Chaldea, tilted her head as if she had heard completely unfamiliar words.

"who is she?"

Even Shuoyue was speechless. He stared intently at the black-haired youth, and after confirming that he was not lying, he finally looked away from the oppressive gaze.

"Ask the magician in your bracelet, the girl whose full name is Mash Kyrielight. In any case, she is the premise of our conversation."

In the stories he depicted in his previous life, even though different Chaldea have different fates, and some even have become abstract chibi styles, no matter what they look like, the Demi-Servant named "Mashu," the protagonist's soulmate (wife) and junior, can never disappear...!

Just like Kirito without Asuna, or Sora without Haku... Sakuzuki simply cannot imagine what Fujimaru Ritsuka would be like on a journey without Mashu!

Sensing the seriousness of the situation from the tone of his voice, the black-haired youth frowned and spoke in a low voice to the person on the other end of the bracelet. After a long while, he looked up:

"Confirmed, Mash Kyrielight. There's no such name in Chaldea's archives. Excuse me, Mr. Sakuzuki… Mr. Sakuzuki?!"

Amid gasps of surprise, the white-haired general, his face cold, curled his brow, a surge of bloodthirsty aura erupting within him. He easily removed the young man's bracelet and said in a chilling voice:

"Hey, over there, Chaldea's sixth experiment, the possession subject of Heroic Spirit Prototype 2—even after I've said all that, you still can't find anything?"

"Wait, wait, let me look..." A flustered sound of frantic operation came from the other end of the bracelet. After a moment, a gentle voice sounded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sakuyue, although I don't know where you got this information, there is indeed no such person in Chaldea. The name of the second Prototype Servant is not this either. Um... is this considered a secret?"

"Understood." This time, Sakugetsu completely abandoned his doubts. He apologized and returned the bracelet to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Mr. Sakugetsu, is Mashu a very important person to you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka did not blame Sakugetsu. He calmly took the bracelet and asked curiously.