Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"So that's right...!" Illya slapped her forehead. "Every time Miyu is in trouble, someone shows up. For example, when she encountered Bazett, it was Draco who helped her!"

"I just came out for a walk and had some fun, don't overthink it," Draco said coldly, unmoved by the sentiment.

"Hehe, I'm not trying to stop you from finding the Class Card, it's just that there are some things I can handle myself. Besides, it's fun to joke around with you guys." Shuoyue laughed. "Speaking of which, you should be grateful to me. Why do you think I can transform? And where did that Class Card come from?"

During the battle to defeat the Class Card Heroic Spirits, the new moon dream summoned and appeared, defeating all the magical girls.

This means that before that, there were two Class Card Heroic Spirits in the Mirror World—if Sakugetsu wasn't there, the mindless Shin might have killed them.

Compared to death, teasing is forgivable... right?

"Can't you stop being so twisted!" Little Black retorted sharply. "Back then, Ilya even managed to get me out of there. It took a lot of desperation to break the seal!"

"Haha, I apologize, I apologize. I really did take things too far... I mainly wanted to force Xiao Hei out, and I ignored Ilya's feelings." Shuoyue was also very straightforward and immediately begged for forgiveness.

"You know your mother, right?" Ilya pressed her advantage.

"Yes, even before you became a magical girl," Shuoyue readily admitted.

"Did your mother tell you about Xiao Hei?"

"Half and half, it was my idea to materialize her."

Why did you steal our class cards?

"It was originally for research purposes, but after certain events, it was given away as a gift."

"Given away? To whom?"

"Not from this world."

“Huh? Oh…” Ilya suddenly realized she had nothing more to ask. Chloe shrugged as well and looked at Miyu.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't Miyu said anything?"

Everyone looked over and saw a girl with amber eyes sitting on a cushion, her face slightly flushed, but her eyes were unfocused, as if she were not in reality.

At this moment, Miyu is surrounded by a unique sense of happiness.

A little girl, alone, steps into a brand new world, never to return.

What kind of loneliness? What kind of helplessness is this?

In the dead of night, when she was awake, did she not think of home? When she saw parents picking up their children after school, did she not miss her favorite brother?

That was a homesickness that even Ilya and Black couldn't shake off—a feeling that only a stranger could feel.

And now, someone gently tells her that she is not alone.

The young man she met on her first day in this world, the priest who was a stranger yet made her feel warm, the white-haired swordsman who looked at her with a smile in his eyes, the ninja girl who came to protect her on the new moon, Miss Draco... everything finally has an answer today.

There's no such thing as loneliness or longing; someone has always been by her side.

Sakugetsu said that he only inherited the memories of a certain young man, and was not the real Emiya Shirou, Emiya Miyu's older brother.

But whether it's Miyu Edelfelt from the Fourth Holy Grail War or the girl here now, they have both given the only answer.

"You are too, my brother." The girl spoke softly, then suddenly stood up and threw herself into Shuoyue's arms.

All it takes is a hug, and all the loneliness, unease, and sorrow along the way will vanish with the wind.

"Oh, oh, I've got you, I've got you." The two good friends whispered behind him. Draco slapped his tail in dissatisfaction, but with tiramisu in his hand, he could only snort in annoyance and turn his face away, out of sight, out of mind.

Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, the picnic finally came to an end. After Shuoyue finished packing up, she and the girls, with whom she had grown closer, headed towards the campsite.

As they approached the camp, they saw a knight in white armor with red stripes standing imposingly at the gate, his royal sword stained crimson with hatred.

"You've finally arrived, Shuoyue, no, or rather, Knight of the Round Table, Shuoyue." A deep voice came from beneath the horn-like helmet.

At the entrance of the camp, at the end of a round table, an aura of menace emanated.

Fueled by anger, the rebellious knight, who had even briefly returned from summer mode, was casting a fierce gaze at the new moon.

The Master, Mash, and even Artoria... are all absent, ruling out the possibility of a total wipeout. They must be hiding and tacitly approving of this operation.

"Are you going to make me your punching bag?" Sakutsuki immediately understood Ritsuka's meaning, while Ilya and the others beside him couldn't hide their curiosity.

Knights of the Round Table?

Are they members of the Round Table from the Legend of King Arthur?

But what does this have to do with the new moon?

The magical girls instinctively looked at Shuoyue, who raised an eyebrow, her Hawaiian-style vacation clothes dissipating, replaced by a white robe and red dress, and two swords tightly gripped in her hands.

"I didn't expect my identity to be exposed so thoroughly. It's not just Ilya's side; it seems my story in the Fourth Holy Grail War has also been discovered."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Driven by rage, Mordred swung her sword, the unrestrained crimson lightning like a charging lion. "King Arthur must be senile to acknowledge you. A mere magician becoming a Knight of the Round Table? I absolutely refuse to acknowledge that!"

No one hated Morgan von Scherzan more than Mordred, King Arthur's homage to the witch, and this same sentiment was projected onto Merlin, and all the other magicians.

Especially those who have tarnished the glory of the Round Table in the name of magicians!

With a roar of crimson lightning, Sakugetsu only had time to teleport Miyu and Illya away before being struck head-on. However, Mordred did not stop; instead, she swung her greatsword and roared as she charged away.

"Look me in the eye, and die by my sword, magician from the future! I am Mordred, the rebel of the Knights of the Round Table, the destroyer of King Arthur!"

With a shout powerful enough to terrify the enemy, crimson lightning obscured the light, and the earth was invaded by hatred, the grass broke apart, and bare clods of earth were exposed.

Amidst the storm of sword energy, a golden light shone as if burning, as a young man cleaved through the dust and mist stirred up by lightning, his twin blades tracing fluid arcs.

"It seems you're serious, Mordred. Well then—Knight of the Round Table, Crescent Moon, prepare for battle!"

No longer needing to conceal his aura, the moment the new moon dispelled the magic, the aura of the Round Table, bestowed by the Knight King, spread out along with the oppressive force of the Fantasy Species after devouring the Dragon Heart, pressing down on Mordred with immense weight.

"Gulp!" Mordred's eyes widened in disbelief, the shock quickly turning to ruthlessness. His helmet snapped off, and he raised the King's Sword high.

"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

A straight line of red lightning burst forth with a roar, sweeping up everything that rushed forward and striking the figure in white robes and red clothes!

rear of the camp

"Ouch!" Ilya fell to the ground in a sorry state, and with a cry of surprise, Little Black also fell down and landed in her arms.

This scene feels somewhat familiar...

Before Ilya could even complain, Blackie and Draco fell one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot, landing on her, the cushion.

"Here we go again QAQ!"

"Ah, Ilya! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Practice makes perfect, and the four of them quickly got up and looked around.

Ritsuka, Mashu, Fou, Tamamo-no-Mae, Kiyohime... everyone hid neatly behind the house, using Tamamo-no-Mae's magic mirror to spy on the battle in front of the camp.

"Oh, they've started fighting!"

"Huh? Why did Mordred stop? Does that mean she's giving up... no, it's her Noble Phantasm! She unleashed her Noble Phantasm! Did she realize that only her Noble Phantasm offers a chance of victory?!"

A chorus of "Ooh ooh ooh ooh" erupted from the crowd, which Ritsuka had to shout several times to quell. Just then, Mashu noticed the stunned Illya and the others.

"Ah, you're back, Master? Master!"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, let me see if Sakumoku is dead or not—!" Ritsuka's face twitched, and after a long while she turned around and smiled stiffly, "Illya...you...you've come."

"What happened?" Miyu asked anxiously. "Why did Mordred suddenly start fighting with Sakuyue-nii?"

"Migu, we should ask the culprit about this." Tamamo-no-Mae wagged her tail and began to torment a certain ahoge (cowlick). "After all, these two have a lot of history with her."

If King Arthur hadn't refused to acknowledge Mordred as his (her) child, how could such a naive child like Mordred have turned evil?

If it weren't for that certain silly girl's loose tongue, revealing that Shuoyue was the knight she herself had acknowledged, which triggered Mordred's jealousy, why would she have gone to challenge Shuoyue to a duel?

"Ah, of course, that guy is currently huddled in a corner, feeling guilty... Of course, he didn't forget to take a bag of acorn cookies made by Tamamo-chan herself when he left. Tsk, that wretched glutton!"

"They're clearly bringing delicious food to the show!" Xiao Hei complained. "Besides, aren't they going to stop them? Mordred even used her Noble Phantasm!"

"Relax, relax. Don't you know how strong Sakumoku is?" Ritsuka waved her hand casually. It was a rare holiday, and she was too lazy to act as a mediator. The clowns in Chaldea were enough to keep her occupied.

"not to mention……"

"not to mention?"

Looking at the puzzled magical girls, Ritsuka grinned wickedly:

"I didn't provide Xiao Mo with any magic."

Ah, this...

The magical girl was stunned, realizing just how chaotic and evil Ritsuka truly was, and she couldn't help but mourn for Mordred.

Recklessly unleashing Noble Phantasms like this, their lifespan is probably running out.

What she has to face is the ruining of her good mood and the new moon, which possesses infinite magical power with the support of the Holy Grail...

"Just thinking about it is terrifying." Dog Brother rubbed the goosebumps on his arm and, along with the other Servants, clasped their hands together in unison.

Rest in peace, Xiao Mo.

Chapter 357 My sister said purple is very charming

Chapter 358 My sister said purple is very charming

"I see, I understand now. So you've finally remembered me, Artoria."

At the round table where they ate, Shuoyue nodded knowingly: "Of course Mordred wouldn't agree to my existence, which is why there was that battle at the camp gate."

Behind him, Xiao Mo, who was once again trapped by a quilt and gagged, struggled frantically as he hung upside down at the entrance of the camp, like a fish thrashing about after being brought ashore.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" (Special translation: Damn you, Sakuya, put me down! Damn it, Master, come save me!)

[The encyclopedia entry has been updated]

[The Rebellious Knight Mordred has been defeated, and the Proof of the Round Table has been strengthened.]

[Unique Skill - Knights of the Round Table - Charged]

Looking at the progress bar that had suddenly risen, Shuoyue couldn't help but cast her gaze at the ahoge (cowlick).

It has been a long time since the Fourth Holy Grail War, and only the battle against Mordred allowed this skill to improve after defeating Old Man Lan.

Seemingly due to its lack of consciousness and the lack of recognition of its strength, although Sakumoku had defeated class cards, it did not gain recognition from the Destiny Compendium.

Finally, there's only one more step to advance, and here's one tuft of hair that hasn't been plucked yet...