Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Raising his left arm high, his pupils transformed into a brilliant rainbow blue. Wherever the youth looked, all living things froze, subdued, unable to stand, and even forgot to breathe…

In the unseen sea of ​​imaginary numbers, a great red dragon had already raised its head and roared, tearing apart and desecrating the solemn knight statue!

"Pfft!"

The bloody seeds sown in the battle quickly took root and sprouted, using the blood of the Knight King as material and spiritual power as nourishment, blooming into beautiful yet fleeting blood flowers!

As the dim holy sword flew through the air, fell, and pierced the earth, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly as they looked up at the two figures passing each other.

In the silence, Shuoyue smiled and turned around to support the blood-stained blond knight, her snow-white hair fluttering in the wind.

The outcome is decided!

In Shuoyue's embrace, the once noble and unapproachable Knight King now leaned weakly against him, as if he would be blown away by the wind if he didn't. His golden hair, as dazzling as the summer sun, was spread out, revealing a breathtaking beauty amidst his fragility.

"Ahem... What a fantastic battle."

"It's not a fair victory. Your magic power is no longer enough to unleash a second Noble Phantasm, is it?" The strange rhythm in Shuoyue's words was still present, but this time it was not for destruction, but for rebirth.

A massive amount of spiritual energy flowed into his body through the Imaginary Number Line, and with the help of the miracle of the Third Law, it rapidly repaired his damaged body.

Compound Magic: Tuning.

After studying in her spare time, Shuoyue finally developed a chanting mode that could work effectively for a long time, in addition to the domain mode of playing the piano and the instant control mode of using her fingers.

Whether speaking or singing, it will generate a resonant 'wave'. With his increasingly profound magical skills, he can also use this 'wave'. The 'seeds' that spread throughout his body at an extremely fast speed by taking advantage of the wounds left by Diarmuid are the alien magic left by him in the process of resonance.

As soon as the new moon plays its last note, the countless bombs buried inside will explode. No matter how strong the Knight King's armor is, how can it resist the destruction from the inside out?

After making sure Artoria's injuries were no longer serious, Sakuya gently put her down, then turned to look at Ritsuka.

"I think it's over?"

Ritsuka pursed her lips, taking a reluctant step forward: "No, not yet..."

Amid gasps of surprise, the young man appeared before Ritsuka like a ghost, and chuckled as he tapped her forehead.

"That's enough, you've tried your best."

Hearing this, Ritsuka felt a warmth in her heart, but soon she raised her head with a complicated expression and looked at Sakuzuki who was smiling.

Are you saying that all my efforts have come to an end?

“No, I just want to say that you don’t need to force yourself, Ritsuka.” Sakuzuki patted the girl’s thin shoulder and smiled. “Heroes have their way of living, magicians have their way of living, and as for you, Chaldea’s Master, you also have your own growth trajectory.”

"Blindly comparing yourself to others is not advisable, Ritsuka. You just need to surpass yourself every day."

Slightly lowering their heads, Sakugetsu and Ritsuka locked eyes:

"Tell me, Master, who once had nothing but dedicated your youth to saving humanity, are you satisfied with your life up to this point?"

Before those golden eyes that seemed to see right through her soul, Ritsuka abandoned the deception caused by anxiety and the concealment caused by unease. She closed her eyes and couldn't help but recall the past.

From an ordinary person who was terrified when encountering Dragon Fang Soldiers and couldn't even be saved by the director, to now forming bonds with one Heroic Spirit after another, fighting side by side, and even being able to lead the course of battle as a Master and win the Servant Battle.

Have I grown up?

Ritsuka silently questioned herself, and finally heard a response from the depths of her heart.

Under everyone's gaze, the orange-haired girl opened her eyes and revealed her usual bright smile.

"Yes, I'm very happy!"

While others were still enjoying their school days, Fujimaru and Ritsuka were already fighting to save humanity... I feel so sorry for Gary's Master (not counting the Chaos Evil one).

Chapter 364 Unleashing Magic, Get Daze!

Chapter 365 Unleashing Magic!

[The encyclopedia entry has been updated]

[Compound Magic - Tuning upgraded, level B → B+!]

[Compound Magic - Tuning: B+]

[Based solely on the magician's natural talent, this is a composite grand magic spell created by integrating projection, displacement, and imaginary number magic. Although the level of the spell actually decreased after fusion, its damage output and range are undoubtedly A-rank.]

[Through the genius of creation, this magic has developed into three combat modes: domain, instantaneous control, and incantation. This is a forbidden spell worthy of being recorded in history, a guiding star pointing tuners down another path.]

The certification from the Destiny Compendium marks the victory of Shuoyue. Although the tuning magic still did not reach A-rank after the upgrade, the "+" sign has proven how powerful and dangerous the magic is.

Who says magic's only purpose is destruction?

[The encyclopedia entry has been updated]

[Knight King Artoria has been defeated, and the Proof of the Round Table has been strengthened.]

[Inherent Skill - Knights of the Round Table has been fully charged; skill breakthrough is now possible.]

[Knights of the Round Table: C→B!]

Knights of the Round Table: B

[Gained the 'Knights of the Round Table' trait, magic power parameter increased by one level, magic power: B → magic power: A!]

[Gain additional skill: Mana Unleashed!]

【Magic Release: B】

[The ability to instantly enhance weapons and the body by imbuing them with magic—for those with "abnormalities," with further training, the attributes and control over the magic released would likely be greatly improved.]

Suddenly, a wave of air rippled out around the new moon, but it quickly disappeared.

"What's wrong, Lord Shuoyue?" Artoria turned her head sharply and noticed a change in the young man in front of her.

"No, it was just a bit of a surprise." Shuoyue suppressed her inner joy and tried her best to appear calm.

Magic is being released! This is magic being released!

For warriors, this skill is undoubtedly a divine skill!

The seemingly delicate Artoria can shatter the earth with a single sword strike, and her offspring Mordred can unleash beast-like power, not to mention Karna's magical release (flame) - that is an ultimate power like the sun, capable of burning even the Noble Phantasm, the King of Execution!

He had thought that advancing the Knights of the Round Table skill would further enhance his physical attributes, but he never expected the real reward to be even more generous—it was the divine skill he had always wanted.

After consuming the Dragon Heart and gaining the skill of [Dragon Seed Modification], Shuoyue also tried to develop the skill of 'Magic Release' on his own, just like Artoria. Unfortunately, his martial arts talent was too limited, and he was still just one step away from mastering it. Now, he also possesses this skill.

Of course, more training is still needed to apply it in actual combat.

Having received the release of magic and even managed to steal a large amount of resources from Ritsuka, Sakugetsu was in a great mood and personally cooked. Her EX-level cooking skills received unanimous praise from everyone, and even the unyielding Tamamo-no-Mae tearfully admitted defeat.

After a sumptuous dinner, it was time for the scheming and intrigue of the Werewolf game.

Who was the person who died last night?

Filled with tension, excitement, and anticipation, everyone took their seats at the round table, eagerly awaiting the outcome.

And the Holy Grail system appeared right on time.

[Results of Day Two Night: Contestant No. 14 is dead]

When Shuoyue realized that player number 14, Draco, was dead, she froze, staring incredulously at the werewolf group's Xiao Hei.

Did you predict my predictions and I predicted yours, or did the Bronze-level players' awareness overwhelm the King-level players?

I thought I was probably going to die, but you guys turned around and chose the real prophet?

Draco wasn't too surprised by his own death. He glanced meaningfully at Blackie, then turned his gaze to someone else. Finally, he jumped off the chair and went back to the courtyard, leaving the remaining players behind.

[Sheriff, please select the order of speaking.]

Player #1, please speak.

"Oh dear, the prophet is dead." Kuro shrugged, looking quite helpless. "Looks like we'll have to rely on Sakutsu-onii-chan from now on."

For the good guys, the Seer's death deprived them of their nighttime vision; they could only deduce who the werewolves were by relying on daytime verbal logic.

Fortunately, there are a few players in the game who are not prophets but are better than prophets—namely, Shuoyue and Artoria.

"But-"

As soon as Shuoyue heard Xiao Hei drawl, she knew something was wrong. Sure enough, Xiao Hei's golden-red eyes turned and landed on the male servant who was used to being silent.

"I always felt that Mr. Diarmuid and Mr. Kojiro were a bit too quiet? If they were werewolves, keeping a low profile would be a good choice, wouldn't it?"

Having successfully planted the seed of doubt, Xiao Hei sat down, contentedly observing what would happen next.

She was a werewolf by nature, so she didn't need to rack her brains to make any logical deductions. After all, the seer was dead. As long as they didn't make any mistakes in their speech, they would always have the initiative in their hands.

"Hmm... I think I'll play it. This kind of game is a bit too complicated for me."

Next, Ilya chose to skip it, but when it was Mordred's turn, this notoriously wasteful brat suddenly had a 'good idea' in mind.

What was Mordred's reason for participating in this game? Was it for victory and to wish for the Holy Grail?

Hmph, superficial and cliché!

She admits that both things are really tempting... but you have to know that the figure she has been chasing all her life, the person she most wants to defeat or surpass, is also in this game!

Why go to such lengths? If you want to see your father... no, if you want to see King Arthur make a fool of himself, why seek help from the Holy Grail? Just knock her out of the game, won't that solve the problem?

Of course, it would be even better if I could get the Holy Grail and then trick my father again, hehehe...

If Mordred could still restrain himself and participate in the game in the first two rounds, then the fact that his hair is still intact is already making Mordred unable to tolerate it.

Rebellion is necessary!

With this in mind, Mordred, after being given the right to speak, immediately launched into a tirade.

"Ahem, now that things have come to this, I think I should announce my true identity and raise the banner of the good guys once again—yes, that's right, my true identity is the Dream Weaver!"

Dream hunter?

Mordred's sudden revelation of her identity caused everyone to exchange glances. Diarmuid, in particular, instinctively looked at Shuoyue, who shook her head slightly, seemingly denying something.

Because everyone's attention was drawn to Mordred, no one saw the interaction between Diarmuid and Soryu.

Xiao Mo continued, "In fact, on the second day, I chose to protect our Seer, who is player number 14. It's just a pity that the Dream Weaver cannot protect the same person continuously, which is why the werewolves had an opportunity last night!"

After uttering the platitudes meant to build trust, Mordred, without hesitation and as expected, turned her attention to her father, the king, and began to put on a show of paternal love and filial piety:

"So you can't go wrong by trusting me! King Arthur must be a werewolf, the seer must have been killed by her, and I am the Dream Weaver, you guys have to believe me!"

Seemingly convinced that this would bring down Artoria, Mordred sat down contentedly, already lost in her own world of the image of her ahoge kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.