Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The United Empire was already severely weakened. If they could just press on with their momentum and with the guidance of the Mediterranean Goddess, they could strike at the heart of the United Empire, conquer it, and repair the Singularity.

Unexpectedly, after the Allied Empire army was wiped out, Shuoyue stood in their way again.

Fujimaru Ritsuka remained silent, only clenching her fists until her knuckles turned slightly white.

He couldn't understand why Shuoyue would choose to betray him.

"Loyalty to the ruler and bearing the ruler's worries—perhaps this is the Eastern code of loyalty and righteousness that made that Qin general unwilling to be subordinate to others." The doctor sighed from the other end of the bracelet. "Even if Nero said that the new moon is a pseudo-Servant, in the end, the spirit origin will also affect the human being possessed."

“But didn’t he also promise His Majesty Nero to defend Pisa and even launch an expedition against the United Empire?” Fujimaru said, pursing his lips, unwilling to accept it.

"Aren't you overlooking something, Fujimaru?" a familiar voice responded.

Boudica and Fujimaru looked up in astonishment to see a white-haired man walking towards them in full view of everyone.

There was no panic in those blood-red pupils, unlike what one would expect from someone trapped in enemy territory.

"Have you forgotten that Nero's Command Seal only has one stroke left?"

Chapter 289 Three Questions, Four Answers

Emperor's Camp

The blonde young emperor was still fast asleep, but her sleeping posture was not very good. She had kicked the soft blanket aside and was hugging a pillow tightly with her two long white legs, as if she regarded the thing in her hands as someone else.

Every now and then, she would furrow her brow and let out a helpless whimper like a small animal, the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes shimmering in the darkness.

Unbeknownst to her, a white-haired man was sitting on her bed, silently gazing at Nero's sleeping face, his expressionless face blank.

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. The girl rubbed against him affectionately, but then her brows furrowed even more, as if she had fallen into a nightmare. Her eyelids trembled slightly, and a few more tears welled up in her eyes.

It's like walking through a bright and sunny past, only to find that the end of the road leads to the bottom of a deep, dark prison, with no possibility of escape.

This time, however, the man did not comfort her. He simply sighed silently, stood up, lifted the curtain, and left the tent.

As the brief light faded and the curtain of night fell, the sleeping girl suddenly opened her eyes, a look of confusion flashing in her crimson pupils.

Outside the tent, the followers of the Roman Empire gathered together, watching their former comrade, now the leader of the rebels, with suspicion.

Faced with the invisible intimidation, the white-haired general smiled gently as if bathed in a spring breeze, but when he saw a black-armored swordsman at the end of the crowd, his smile involuntarily froze.

“We have already allowed you to see His Highness Nero,” Boudica said solemnly. “Now it is time to fulfill your promise, General Shuoyue, and answer our three questions.”

"If you agree to let me see His Majesty Nero, I will answer your three questions"—this was the exchange condition proposed by Shuoyue. Because of their fear of the unfathomable Shuoyue and their premonition of some major event, the group agreed to the request after discussion.

Of course, if Sakugetsu suddenly attacks Nero, Fujimaru outside the door will immediately activate a Command Spell, sending his strongest member in to finish him off.

"Please." The white-haired man waved his hand, and blood energy coalesced into a chair as he sat down, indicating that everyone should make their own way.

The group exchanged glances, and soon Fujimaru stepped forward to ask the first question they had prepared:

"Mr. Shuoyue, why did you betray the Roman Empire?"

“A very good question, although I really want to brush it off…” Feeling a sudden sharp look in someone’s eyes, Shuoyue’s lips twitched, and she continued, “But since I’m here, it’s to give you some information. After all, you can only participate in this drama if you understand the rules.”

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

"You should have come to realize this over the long course of your time together—His Majesty Nero is no longer, or rather, not entirely, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire, Nero Claudius."

Upon hearing this, Fujimaru was taken aback. He exchanged a glance with Boudica and immediately recalled the strange behavior Nero displayed when they first met.

Is this your reason for choosing to betray?

“Not only that, even if His Majesty Nero hadn’t acted strangely, our ideals were destined to be incompatible.” Shuoyue was less answering a question and more explaining her reasoning to certain people: “She loved Rome broadly, loved the world, and could even forgive prisoners, but I am different.”

His bloodshot eyes were filled with seriousness. The man straightened his back and spoke his philosophy word by word:

"Rather than forgiveness and betting the future on the vague trust that the enemy will repent, I would rather believe that death will eliminate the source of all trouble."

An emperor who gives love to others can never coexist peacefully with a general who uses killing to stop killing.

This was a clash of ideologies between two famous Qin generals, including Shuoyue and Nero Claudius, a chasm they could not cross.

Having learned this, the others stopped trying to ask further questions, and Boudica stepped forward to ask the next question.

"So, what is your next battle plan?"

"What a blatant and brazen scheme..." Shuoyue chuckled, frankly telling everyone.

"I will launch the attack early tomorrow morning, and I will not stop until I have captured the capital of the Roman Empire and taken the emperor prisoner."

"You alone?!" one of the followers exclaimed in surprise.

"One person is enough." The man curled the corners of his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Boudica was almost about to angrily rebuke Shuoyue for being so arrogant! But looking at the general's calm yet imposing figure, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

Perhaps, no, this renowned general certainly could do it...

This is not a deduction born of rational thought, but rather comes from some immeasurable level, from the almost fanatical worship and unwavering faith of those who climb the ladder of military strategy towards those at the pinnacle.

If even such a brilliant general couldn't do this, then who else in the world could wage this war of annihilation?

Boudica fell silent. Seeing that the Servants were all silent, Fujimaru stepped forward and wanted to ask the third question, which was to inquire about the anomaly of the United Empire and what kind of enemy the so-called demonic beast He was. But before he could ask, a dark figure spoke first, with a cold voice.

"Are you prepared for this if you're willing to go to such lengths?"

"?!" Fujimaru was astonished, but he saw that the swordsman who had not removed his face armor remained calm. On the contrary, Sakugetsu was uncharacteristically quiet, put away his smile, thought for a moment, and answered seriously.

"I don't know if what I did was right or wrong, but all I can say is that I didn't expect that kind of reward."

Although her words were cryptic, everyone instantly understood what Shuoyue was saying.

In the silence, the man continued:

Ultimately, is that affection a form of friendship, stemming from gratitude, or due to the brief contact and experience shared over those few days?

"Everyone here knows that this is just a dream that is destined to end, and I can accept it without any concern."

How simple is that?

You descended from the heavens like a prince on a white horse, perfectly embodying every fantasy of a young girl in love. She trusts you so much, depends on you so much; just a smile from you makes her happy. A simple helping hand is enough for her to give you her whole heart. She is completely unprepared for any of this.

You could even conquer this delicate flower of Rome if you so desired, and even display your prowess, then do whatever you want in bed...

But then what?

Then comes the realization that the dream should end soon. After waking up, you lament that the good times are too short and begin to look forward to the next time you can do whatever you want without any responsibility.

Singularities, Lostbelts, the Moon World... there are so many real dreams that are not connected to the present world. Even if you make a mistake, you can just walk away and continue living a carefree life in another timeline.

But what's the difference between this and garbage?

"The difference between humans and beasts lies in that self-destructive rationality." Shuoyue stood up and said calmly, "People must be responsible for their actions. I have come this far not to degenerate into the kind of scum that I could have been from the beginning."

In the silence, the white-haired general nodded to his future adversaries and turned to leave.

"Mr. Shuoyue!" Suddenly, the black-haired youth called out to him, and the words that had been lingering in his heart for a long time came out.

"What are your true feelings as you face His Majesty Nero now?"

This is the fourth question, Fujimaru.

Shuoyue had intended to answer like that, but he inexplicably stopped in his tracks and replied with a wry smile:

"Perhaps I should have taken Excalibur back then."

Chapter 290 The Qin Dynasty's Two-Front War

Another night passed quickly, and Sleeping Beauty, even without the prince's kiss, got out of bed on her own.

However, the lack of a key step made me a bit... grumpy when I woke up.

"Your Majesty!" Boudica looked up, staring incredulously at Nero, who sat upright. "Are we really going to retreat the entire army and surrender the Gallic defenses?"

"Our current fighting strength is insufficient to wear him down. We should retreat to the capital and make a decision later."

The girl in the red dress leaned back in her chair, her posture languid, a charming smile playing on her lips, as if she weren't the one who had once been so heartbroken and even fainted for someone.

"But……"

"There are no 'buts', Boudica. My mind is made up. Send the message to the generals."

"Yes, sir." Boudica ultimately didn't say much, but as she walked out of the tent, she glanced back at a certain figure on the throne.

She wondered if it was just her imagination, but did Her Majesty Nero seem to have become even smaller?

After Boudica left, Nero remained leaning against the railing, but a glint of cunning gleamed in his eyes.

She was investigating, trying to find out if Shuoyue had left any tricks behind last night.

But no matter how many times she tried, the result was always the same—the man left no mark on her; he simply glanced at her and then left without a trace.

How can this be?

No one understood Shuoyue's caution better than her. Even with acquaintances, he would secretly put them in eighteen different positions before he would stop. Not to mention now that the cards were almost out in the open, how could he not take any precautions?

Subconsciously, Nero's gaze fell on the last Command Seal on the back of his hand, and he pursed his lips.

"idiot."

Things happened too fast. She hadn't even finished the transfer when that foolish emperor wasted two Command Seals. This last one was just for show and would never be used until the very last moment, and even if it was used, it might not be effective.

After all, the Holy Grail had already fallen into that man's hands, making it incredibly easy for him to resist the effects of the Command Seals.

Playing with a strand of golden hair that fell across her forehead, the girl smiled like a mask, but a serious look flashed in her eyes.

As the source of the curse, she was all too aware of the danger posed by that man. The possession of that top-tier Chinese military general had indeed allowed Shuoyue to thrive in this singularity.

However, once the spiritual foundation covering the surface is torn off, the true nature revealed is something even the culprit herself cannot grasp.

Yet this very man, whom she feared, was now acting in ways she found increasingly incomprehensible.

"What exactly do you want to do...?"

A sigh tinged with melancholy echoed in the empty tent.

A moment later, the main force of the Imperial Army began to pack up its supplies and, under the Emperor's orders, prepared to set off.

The retreat has begun.

"They're gone. Should we give chase?"

The movements of the Imperial Army naturally did not escape the notice of Shuoyue, who was nearby. Weber, standing to the side, lightly waved his feather fan, a half-smile on his face.