Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Sakuyue thought to herself, while Mashu, looking at the unfazed ahoge (cowlick) on the other end, couldn't help but say:

"This city is already quite luxurious. Miss Artoria, you seem to be quite used to this kind of thing."

"Of course, I was once a king, after all."

Only when Camelot is mentioned will Artoria stand tall and accept the praise with ease, but her humble nature quickly takes over again: "However, small castles also have their advantages, how should I describe it... like... a sense of family?"

At this point, Artoria blushed slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed:

"Although I built Camelot myself, I always end up passing by people in the castle whose names and faces I don't even know. At those times, I have to put on a stern face to maintain the dignity of a king... I'm really sorry."

Tamamo-no-Mae also deeply understands this: "Although I only know about Japanese castles, it is indeed the case that the larger the castle, the more manpower is needed to maintain it."

"Compared to the nature of 'home,' one could say that the nature of palace as 'a place with many people' is more pronounced."

Artoria nodded in agreement: "That's right. Only when people gather in a small territory can their unity be stronger."

"If only we could be like that too, wouldn't that be wonderful?" Mashu couldn't help but clasp her hands together and look at Ritsuka.

If the king here is the senior, then I am the senior's queen... I guess so?

"Mash, what's wrong? Your face is so red." Ritsuka walked up to Mash without her noticing and affectionately pinched her cheek. "And it's burning hot. Have you been thinking about something inappropriate again?"

"No, no!" Mashu quickly shook her head, shook off Ritsuka's groping hand, and shrank into the corner, avoiding her senior's ambiguous smile.

"What a pervert..." Ritsuka remarked meaningfully, unaware that Sakugetsu was right behind her, smiling as she spoke:

"You two are in the same boat. If you don't think like Mashu, how would you know what she's thinking?"

"New Moon!" Ritsuka exclaimed in surprise, feeling unusually flustered. She quickly changed the subject, "Um... what are you thinking about?"

"Me?" The white-haired youth patted the stairs that had just been projected, and sighed with a wry smile, "I was thinking that I was just an old woman who had come here to suffer and toil."

"Ah, hahaha..." Upon hearing Sakugetsu's half-joking, half-serious remark, Ritsuka and the Servants chuckled dryly in unison, glancing away guiltily.

That's right. If it weren't for Sakuyue, Ritsuka and the others would still be struggling to survive in the wilderness. They wouldn't have had the time to play around.

"Hey, Sakutsuki-onii-chan, can I learn to cook from you?" Ilya suddenly ran up to Sakutsuki and tugged at his sleeve. "We think your cooking is super delicious!"

After learning about Shuoyue's true identity, Ilya was a little sullen for a while, but she quickly let down her guard under someone's sweet offensive and soon became enthusiastic again.

Not only Ilya, but behind her, Kuro played with her hair, looking away; Miyu clutched the hem of her clothes, her eyes revealing tension and hope.

"Of course." How could Shuoyue refuse his sisters' invitation? He smiled and nodded. "Let's have a cooking class at noon today."

"Yay!" Ilya jumped up happily, and just then, the Holy Grail System made a sound.

[Now we begin the punishment phase]

Oh, here it comes, it's finally here!

Shuoyue's spirits lifted, and she couldn't help but look up at the sky, while Artoria beside her wore an expression of utter grief.

As the saying goes, smiles don't disappear, they just shift; people's happiness is forever built on these punished ones.

In particular, she was dragged into this by some bratty kid.

That wretched Mordred...

Unfortunately, no matter how much the ahoge (cowlick) muttered, the Holy Grail system wouldn't stop running.

[Transferring the punished to their deaths is now initiating]

The beam of light descended and quickly enveloped Artoria, making her disappear from sight.

But when everyone looked around, they were shocked to discover a fact.

"Strange...where did Shuoyue go?"

In the center of the camp, in front of a round table.

When Shuoyue opened her eyes, she saw Artoria beside her with her body tense and her eyes filled with murderous intent, while Mordred on the other side looked like she had rolled in mud, her whole body dirty, and she was fast asleep.

If we were to find something in common among the three of them, it would be that Ahoge and Mordred are the Punished, while Luna is Draco's... master.

Realizing a certain possibility, Shuoyue broke out in a cold sweat.

Here, we must reiterate that Draco's true form is the Imaginary Shadow, which is the familiar of New Moon—given Draco's abilities, it's not impossible that he could transfer the punishment onto New Moon, his 'master'.

But I'd rather not have a master like that!

Unfortunately, the Holy Grail System wouldn't stop because of Artoria's pleas, nor would it be modified because of the new moon's protests. The cold, indifferent system voice continued:

[Randomly drawing a dare/punishment, drawing in progress... Drawing complete]

Two beams of light simultaneously enveloped Artoria and Mordred. Amidst gasps of surprise, the two felt their Spirit Origins undergoing some unknown transformation...

[Punishment Details: Contestants #7 and #10 will only be allowed to tell the truth and must answer any questions asked of them, for a period of one day.]

"Gentlemen, retreat!" Ritsuka, who had just arrived with the onlookers, gave the order and led the Servants to scatter like birds and beasts.

There was no way around it; everyone knew about the feud between King Arthur and the Rebellious Knights. This punishment was like a bolt from the blue for them. If they accidentally said something wrong, who knew whether they would fight each other first or unite against a common enemy and silence the audience before making a judgment?

In short, to avoid hatred and over-aggro, Ritsuka fully demonstrated her Master's decisiveness and fled with the other Servants, leaving only Artoria and Mordred, who were undergoing forced modifications, and Sakumoku, who wanted to run away but couldn't.

As the light faded, the two knights, who looked alike, opened their eyes, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously covered their mouths, their faces flushed. Their eyes locked in a fierce battle, conveying an unwavering determination to fight to the death.

Shuoyue watched with amusement, and finally couldn't resist making a fool of herself by speaking out:

"I say, isn't this just a cover-up?"

"Please be quiet, Lord Shuoyue!" Artoria glared at him, answering the question in this way.

Xiao Mo, on the other hand, was much more honest. She held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but cry out:

"Who's trying to cover it up! I am who I am, Mordred the Rebellious Knight, what's there to hide!"

"So, you still stick to your idea?" Shuoyue coaxed, and Mordred took the bait decisively.

"Of course! I, I am the most...the most..."

It was only then that Mordred belatedly realized the seriousness of the situation, but it was too late to resist.

She clenched her teeth, pinched her thigh hard, and even her spirit foundation wavered, but she still couldn't help but let out that forbidden word:

"I like it the most, I love it..."

I love my father the most!

Chapter 368 The Temperamental Young Boy Version of Shuoyue

Chapter 369 The Temperamental Young Boy Version: New Moon

What exactly are the feelings one has for one's father?

Looking back on her short life, everything came and went like the wind. The one who could guide her was never Morgan, who abandoned her, but the king who was more dazzling and more holy than anyone else.

That's why she dedicated her entire life to it, whether it was protecting it or rebelling against it.

As my son, you are qualified to inherit the throne. For now, conceal your identity and serve the king. On the day Arthur falls, you will become king.

Her mother's words still echoed in her ears, but Mordred had long since grown accustomed to ignoring them.

As long as one cherishes that longing for the king, that is enough to adorn the fleeting moments of life.

I see. Although it was my sister's scheme, you are indeed my child. However, I have no intention of acknowledging this, nor will I entrust the throne to you.

And so they fell from the clouds, their aspirations stained red with hatred.

Until their final battle atop Sword Hill, their hearts never drew any closer, as if separated by an iceberg.

By now, Mordred has become accustomed to using rebellion to define herself; it's her best form of protection.

So how could she... how could she willingly tear off this scar?!

You love your father the most? Are you kidding me!

I am the rebellious knight! I am Mordred! The one who will destroy the Round Table, the one who will destroy Arthur!

How could I bow down to Arthur because of a mere punishment?

"Come on, Xiao Mo, don't hide it anymore, come on, say it out loud!"

Shuoyue was still patiently coaxing him, but Xiao Mo glared at him, as if finally breaking down, and blurted out her true feelings:

"Who said I liked him? I hate the Knight King the most!"

King of Knights = King Arthur = Artoria.

In other words, the rebellious knight Mordred disliked King Arthur, Artoria.

This statement sounds perfectly reasonable, but how could Shuoyue, who knows the plot of the story so well, possibly believe her nonsense?

But incredibly, this was Mordred's true feeling!

Seeing Mordred looking refreshed, Shuoyue's first reaction was not to question her, but to turn to look at Artoria.

"My king, are you alright... Ah, never mind."

Thinking of the punishment, Shuoyue considerately refrained from asking any questions. Besides, just looking at Artoria's drooping ahoge (cowlick) was enough to explain everything.

"Lord Shuoyue." Artoria pursed her lips, barely managing to maintain a calm expression, but her posture was somewhat unsteady. "I'm sorry... I lost my composure."

She turned around and left the round table without looking back, as if fleeing.

Shuoyue gazed at her retreating figure, falling silent involuntarily.

For Artoria, who valued the Knights of the Round Table immensely, just how much of a blow were Mordred's words?

Shuoyue could only be thankful that she had resolved the issue with the ahoge in the fourth battle. Although it would hurt, at least Artoria wouldn't doubt her.

As for that little brat Mordred...

"Huh, what happened? Why did she leave?" Mordred was still gloating over her concealment of the truth when she saw the ahoge turn and leave. "Damn it, did I end up rambling on and on with all that explanation?"

"You'd better shut up, you call yourself a Knight of the Round Table." Shuoyue wanted to knock Xiaomo's head off, but the next second, his punishment came.

[Randomly drawing a dare/punishment, drawing in progress... Drawing complete]

[Punishment Details: Contestant #1 has regressed and will be subject to a mandatory regression process for one day.]

The white beam of light descended violently, and the next moment, a chilling 'crackling' sound rang out along with Shuoyue's shout.

"Hey, wait, wait... Don't mess around, let me do it myself!"

"Can punishment come on its own?" Ritsuka suddenly appeared again, whispering in surprise.