Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

If it weren't for Ritsuka's insightful guidance to Miyu, Illya and the others would never have imagined that the two Sakumoku were actually the same person!

"Afternoon?" Shuoyue had no idea what the three little ones were thinking. She only felt that the Shadow of Imaginary Number suddenly became restless, obviously a warning from a certain emperor. "Hmm... I'm sorry to say I'm going on a picnic with Draco."

"A picnic?" Xiao Hei's eyes lit up immediately. "Can we go?"

"Of course, the pastries won't be ready for a while, so please come in first." Shuoyue readily agreed. Interestingly, there was no movement from the Shadow of Imaginary Numbers—it was unclear whether the little red dragon had tacitly agreed or was still hesitating.

Anyway, Shuoyue doesn't dare to be alone with Draco anymore.

If he were to actually do something like that, Draco would at least need to transform into the form of a third spirit origin, right?

Otherwise, it would take me at least three years!

"Yay!" The three little ones, who were worried about not having lunch, cheered when they heard this and rushed into Shuoyue's house, looking around.

"Is this what a traditional Chinese house looks like? It's completely different from the furnishings at home!"

"Speaking of which, this house is only for two people, it's really spacious."

"Hmm, it's very quiet, and Miss Artoria isn't here..."

At this point, Ilya and the other two suddenly stopped talking and subconsciously began to look at Sakuyue.

The reason they were hesitant to meet the guy with the ahoge was because someone in disguise had wiped them all out!

"What's wrong?" The person hadn't yet realized the seriousness of the situation.

"No, no, there's nothing there, right?"

"Yes, that's it, hahaha..."

"You guys are very suspicious." Looking at the three of them who seemed guilty, Shuoyue had some suspicions in mind, but he was too lazy to think about it too much in holiday mode. "Never mind, let's not go upstairs. His Majesty is throwing a tantrum right now."

Boom!

The floorboards conveyed someone's dissatisfaction. Shuoyue smiled and continued working, unaware that Ilya and the others were exchanging strange glances.

His Majesty?

Regardless of what the three little ones thought, a moment later, Shuoyue carried a basket of freshly baked pastries, humming a little tune, followed by Illya, Miyu, Kuro, and Draco hanging far behind, and swayed out of the courtyard.

"I smell something delicious!"

Wild Artoria has appeared!

Before the ahoge could speak, Shuoyue casually tossed out a pastry. The golden-haired knight king instinctively jumped up, caught it, chewed a few times, and then suddenly froze on the spot.

This taste...

After pondering for a moment, she suddenly realized something, her eyes widened, and she looked sharply at Shuoyue.

However, the young man had already disappeared into the jungle.

Instead of chasing after her, Artoria suddenly ran to the entrance of the Japanese-style courtyard and started banging on the door.

"Diarmuid! Diarmuid!! Come out here for a second, I need to talk to you!"

Chapter 355 Mordred Goes Berserk

Chapter 356 Mordred Goes Berserk

Humming a familiar melody, Shuoyue carried her picnic basket and found a shady spot to sit down.

Behind him, Draco silently surveyed his surroundings, while Illya, Miyu, and Kuro huddled together, trembling.

The moment they left the camp, they were caught off guard and plunged into the displacement space. After experiencing a rollercoaster-like feeling of weightlessness, their feet finally touched the ground again.

Without a doubt, this was a prank by the new moon.

But soon, the girls forgot their slight fright, as a gentle breeze blew by, its cool air soothing their emotions and bringing them a comfortable feeling.

The lush forests have faded, and the canopies that almost blocked out the sky are no more. All that remains is a clear sky, fields dotted with trees, and clear streams crashing against white stones, where birdsong makes the mountains even more secluded.

The grass swayed, the trees whose names I don't know shook slightly, and the snow-white petals fluttered down, dancing gracefully, while a delicate fragrance, similar to that of osmanthus, wafted through the air.

They stood under this tree, bathed in the pure white rain.

"What a beautiful view." Under the snowy and dreamlike scenery, Shuoyue sighed softly, and the objects in her hands unfolded on their own. She opened the parasol, laid out the mat, took out the basket, and placed it on the ground.

There was also a bottle containing amber wine that almost jumped out of the dessert basket, but a snowflake landed on the bottle and pressed it back down.

With children present, Shuoyue didn't say anything like "good scenery should be accompanied by wine." Instead, she sat down on the ground and smiled at everyone, saying, "Sit down and try my cooking."

At this moment, Shuoyue exuded a rare sincerity and relaxation, without the pretense she usually displayed when they were together: "Isn't the scenery here nice? I noted it down when I was strolling around yesterday. I originally wanted to come here alone to relax, but then I thought that it would be too lonely to be alone."

“It’s so beautiful here…” Ilya and Miyu were still relatively inexperienced, and their lives were not enough to appreciate such a stunning view. They simply stared at the breathtaking scenery for a long time before reluctantly sitting down. They then curiously picked up some flower petals from the ground, admiring them.

In comparison, Draco was, after all, the emperor of Rome, and had long since seen the beauty of the Mediterranean. Little Black was not a child either, and he quickly withdrew his admiring gaze and looked at the food that Shuoyue had placed on the table.

Chirashi sushi imbued with the essence of spring, exquisitely crafted tiramisu, brightly colored sandwiches, egg tarts, macarons, donuts...

For Illya, this lunch was far too lavish; even Shirou Emiya from that world wouldn't have had enough ingredients or the inclination to prepare such a feast.

"I'm starting to eat!"

The clouds cleared, the wind swept across the fields, and after satisfying her hunger, Ilya wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth and finally remembered her business.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Sakuzuki, Ritsuka-neechan told us something!"

Slightly nervous, she moved her head. White petals fell from Ilya's silver hair. Her crimson eyes held a hint of trepidation, but she still mustered her courage and said:

"Um, don't be angry when I tell you... Sister Ritsuka said that you are Priest Sakugetsu, and you and Brother Sakugetsu are actually the same person!"

"Oh." Facing Ilya's exposure, Shuoyue's expression didn't change at all. She even had the leisure to slap Draco's hand away, preventing her from sneaking a bite. "Now that you know, I suppose you have many questions for me?"

With his hands outstretched, the young man spoke with such composure: "As a reward, let me answer your questions, such as—my origins."

Campsite, round table

Because of the commotion caused by the ahoge (cowlick), even though Diarmuid came downstairs, others rushed over to join in the fun, wondering what kind of madness the ahoge with the highest happiness index today was up to.

Well, in the end, it's just that everyone's nature of having fun has been exposed again, especially the most mysterious new moon.

Her proactive appearances, without explaining her purpose or reason, and especially her refusal to have late-night talks with her Master, made Ritsuka repeatedly wonder if her charm had diminished.

How do I increase affinity in Night Talk? How do I gain bond points without having the character join a team in battle?

You can't exactly stuff a bubble teapot (Hoshimi teapot) into Sakuzuki's room late at night, can you?

However, if the bond doesn't increase, Sakumo's character story will never be revealed. The reason Ritsuka cares so much about him is simple: Sakumo is different from Heroic Spirits. He is a human, a living person from another time and space.

Although Illya and the others had arrived first, giving Ritsuka some time to prepare, Sakugetsu's performance still left her in disbelief time and again.

His extremely profound magical skills, his combat power comparable to top-tier Servants, his overly familiar attitude towards Chaldea... More importantly, Ritsuka also wanted to know if he possessed the qualities of a Master.

Furthermore, does he possess the qualifications for spirit particle transfer?

"What did you say?" Cú Chulainn's loud shout interrupted Ritsuka's thoughts. The dog-like figure, hands on the table, stared incredulously at Artoria. "You mean, he participated in a Holy Grail War and won?!"

Ritsuka had seen the term "Holy Grail War" in Chaldea's database.

Magicians summon the heroes engraved on their thrones to descend and compete for the one and only Holy Grail, all for their own desires.

Just listening to it is enough to imagine how magnificent the war must have been.

"Since the King of Knights knows, it means you were also involved in this war, right?" Kojiro said thoughtfully.

“Yes, that’s right.” Now, Artoria can face her past with equanimity. “I sought help from the Holy Grail for my unrealistic dream and opposed it, but the final result proved how absurd my obsession was.”

At this point, Artoria turned to look at Diarmuid.

"Although I participated in that battle in my original form, so my memories of the Fourth Holy Grail War are clearer, you, who also participated in that war, should also remember something."

The last sentence described her as a key. Diarmuid stared at her intently, even though she was wearing a summer swimsuit at the moment. He could still remember the dashing knight king under the moonlight.

As for the 'children' of Heroic Spirits, that is, Servants, they only inherit the memories of the Heroic Spirit in life, are summoned in another time and space, and wield dual pistols for a new master—such things are as vague as a daydream.

“Even so, I still remember our promise,” the handsome warrior said, his fighting spirit rising uncontrollably. He looked at the Knight King with a slightly manic smile. “I do not regret dying by your sword of victory, but if possible, I would like to fight you again.”

“That’s only right.” Artoria nodded with the air of a queen, and the two smiled at each other.

Mordred looked left and right, and suddenly became annoyed:

"Hey, what are you pretending for now? You've been in contact with that guy for so long, and you're only just realizing it now? You're way too slow, aren't you?"

"Ugh... I can't refute that." Artoria instantly lost all her momentum, and even the ahoge on her head drooped down.

Is she going to tell everyone that she only realized who Shuoyue really was after tasting a familiar flavor?

That would definitely be included in the 'Chaldea Top Ten Jokes of the Year', and might even have to compete with the increasingly popular 'Mount Oe & Genji's Golden Album' for the top spot!

But... but you can't blame me for this! Shuoyue has changed so much, and she's even concealed her aura. Even I can't sense the Knights of the Round Table... wait, the Round Table?!

“I remember now!” Artoria blurted out, “Shuoyue was a Knight of the Round Table whom I personally appointed!”

"what?!"

This time, the Servants' exclamations resounded through the sky, with one rebellious knight reacting the most violently, almost overturning the round table where they were eating.

"I'm going to find him and get to the bottom of this!"

"Wait, calm down, Mordred!"

"Master, don't stop me!"

"No, I mean you can't beat him!"

"Ugh, oh, ah... Waaaaaah, I'm so angry! I'm going to beat him to a pulp!"

Mount Ōe & the Golden Album of the Genji, which is the chemical reaction that occurred between Watanabe no Tsuna, Sakata Kintoki, Ibaraki-dōji, Shuten-dōji, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

In the storyline of Your Moon, Sakata Kintoki falls in love with Shuten-dōji, whom he killed. Watanabe no Tsuna and Ibaraki-dōji's relationship is also ambiguous. As for Raikou... well, it's a long story.

Chapter 356 Farewell, Little Mo

Chapter 357 Farewell, Little Mo

Picnic spot

"So, Brother Shuoyue, you're both a priest and secretly hindering us from obtaining class cards?"

After Shuoyue admitted it, Ilya changed her way of addressing him back. Holding the macarons, she looked puzzled and asked, "But why?"

"Compared to that, his origins are even more bizarre, aren't they?" Kuro sighed helplessly. "A victor of the Holy Grail War from another world, who inexplicably received memories from someone in another dimension, and came to protect her sister... Oh, speaking of which, Miyu was never injured from beginning to end."