Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Without dialogue, without communication, without heart-to-heart exchange... how can you expect to gain a better understanding of each other?

Even when gazing up at that radiance, all the knight named Mordred saw was a knight king whose brilliance was devoid of any humanity.

Does Mordred know that Artoria has a strong personality? Does she know that she dreams of lion cubs? Does she know that although she has the protection of the lake spirits, she is actually not very good at swimming?

When the ideal knight king deviates from reality, which one should she overturn and which one should she believe?

“I think I understand what you mean, Lord Shuoyue.” Artoria glanced at Shuoyue, her expression devoid of emotion, though her tone carried a faint melancholy.

"But I didn't have that time during my lifetime."

Conquering wars, handling government affairs, resolving disasters, raising troops again... King Arthur's life was nothing more than these factors, leaving no room for leisure.

"I understand." As the chef, Shuoyue naturally knew this, but that wasn't what he wanted to say.

"What I mean is, what about now? What about now, a thousand years from now, when I'm summoned by Chaldea to meet Mordred?"

Shuoyue turned her head, her golden eyes gazing quietly at the 'girl'.

"Even knowing of her existence, you still keep your distance and refuse to meet her. My king, is this your choice?"

This was the Knights of the Round Table's question about the King. Even without the punishment, Artoria could not ignore this inquiry. However, her answer was still powerless.

"I...cannot answer."

Looking at the helpless Artoria, Shuoyue once again felt how complicated her relationship with Mordred was. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Is it because of Mordred's words? That one about how much he hated the King of Knights? If so, I think I can offer an explanation..."

“No, that’s not the reason, Lord Sakumo.” Artoria sighed softly. “I admit I was sad at the time, but after calming down, I understood what Lord Mordred meant.”

"Oh?" The slight upward inflection at the end of her sentence revealed Shuoyue's distrust. Artoria gave him a reproachful look, her pretty face flushing slightly, but she still stammered:

"The Knight King she's referring to is the one who sits on the throne, devoid of any emotion... not the 'real' me, right? In other words, Lord Mordred is being sarcastic; what she really means is 'I like you, I like you'..."

"You like King Arthur, you like Artoria, right?" Shuoyue laughed. "No wonder you were so energetic at lunchtime, running into the kitchen to sneak a bite. It seems our King does have some redeeming qualities after all..."

"What do you mean by this, Lord Shuoyue!" Sensing a subtle sense of regret, Artoria puffed out her cheeks and, taking advantage of her height, slapped Shuoyue on the head. "Ah, speaking of which, I am King Arthur. How dare you kick me out of the kitchen? Isn't that a bit too much of an act of insubordination?"

"Ha, there are only chefs and apprentices in the kitchen. Even the King of Knights is useless except for being hungry!"

"What?! Shuoyueqing, Shuoyue! Did you unintentionally say something hurtful?"

"Haha, I'm still a child... Don't hit me in the face!"

Birds flew away from the woods, and the ripples on the stream reflected the golden sunlight, creating a dreamlike shimmering effect.

After the commotion, Shuoyue, her hair a mess like a bird's nest, sat on a rock, glaring resentfully at the satisfied ahoge (cowlick), and continued the conversation with a dark face:

"Since you understand Mordred's true intentions, why don't you communicate with her properly? Is it because she destroyed the Round Table?"

"No, not exactly, Lord Shuoyue." Hearing this, Artoria shook her head and said frankly, "As you know, I am a Servant, a record of the Throne of Heroes, right?"

"Of course, why?"

"But do you remember the Knight King who stood shoulder to shoulder with you, fighting alongside you on the battlefield of Fuyuki City to vie for the Holy Grail—she is the true form."

Shuoyue was startled, only to find that Artoria had turned her head around for some reason, her holy blue eyes fixed on him.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, but bringing this up suddenly, could it be that..."

"Hmm, as expected of Shuoyueqing, it seems you've already figured it out."

Artoria glanced away as her slender legs sank into the water, letting the current carry her gently.

"I have no say in Mordred's affairs, for I am merely a reflection of that king—the true conclusion can only be reached after the real Mordred meets him."

Wow!

The gently rippling water was violently disturbed, and the young boy on the bluestone rose up, grabbing Artoria's shoulders urgently and even roughly:

"So... Artoria, are you still alive? Did you not return the Holy Sword and go to the Ideal Land to fall into slumber?"

Are you really hoping for my death, Shuoyue...?

"answer my question!"

Faced with Shuoyue's outburst, Artoria was surprised, but still answered honestly.

"Yes, at least before I arrived, my memories of my original self were of being in Avalon, with the magician Merlin. Ah, Merlin is..."

“He’s just an old liar.” Interrupting Artoria’s introduction, Shuoyue rolled her eyes in annoyance, her emotions having stabilized. “Let me sort this out… So, after letting go of your obsession, you didn’t choose to end your life, but instead called Merlin to bring you to Avalon?”

What a strange development! Although in the perfect ending of FSN, Shirou did indeed travel to the Inner Sea with Merlin's help and meet Artoria in Avalon, that ending had no cause and effect, and consisted of only two sentences. It can be said that the creators simply set up the ending to give back to the players... It has no reference value whatsoever.

Moreover, Shirou wasn't in the Fourth Shinobi World War, and Sakumo doesn't believe she can have the same protagonist's aura as Shirou, winning over the legendary King Arthur in just a few days. As the number one mascot, Ahoge isn't as passionate and unrestrained as a certain Rose Emperor, who can just like someone whenever he wants...

So, what exactly happened?

"I know you have doubts, but please don't say them, Lord Shuoyue." Before Shuoyue could ask, Artoria cut him off, shaking her head seriously. "At least, please let me keep this a secret."

"Oh... okay." Shuoyue nodded blankly, then heard Artoria continue.

"There's one more thing, Shuoyueqing...can you turn back to normal?"

"You really can't hide anything from me."

Shuoyue smiled wryly, but still obediently snapped her fingers. The lake surface was filled with platinum light, and the child's outline gradually changed, transforming into a tall and handsome young man who tilted his head slightly and gazed gently at the beauty beside him.

Before Shuoyue could say anything, a weight settled on his shoulder. To the young man's astonishment, the blonde girl in the swimsuit relaxed, turned to the side, and gently leaned against his shoulder.

"My king...?!"

"Shh...please be quiet, Shuoyueqing."

With her eyes closed, feeling the comfort of being nestled close, Artoria spoke softly, as if in a dream.

"At least for now, please lend me your shoulder..."

So Shuoyue shut her mouth and stopped asking questions.

As Chef Wang, how could he possibly refuse such a request?

Quietly shielding himself from the restlessness of the Imaginary Number's Shadow, the handsome young man's face was serene, his gaze into the distance distant and profound, as he softly hummed a soothing tune.

Leaning on his shoulder, the golden king curled the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and looked as if he were asleep.

Only occasionally could one hear her murmuring.

"If only I had a knight like you back in Camelot, someone I could confide in..."

Chapter 371 The Good Guys Win

Chapter 372 The Good Guys Win

The conversation that took place by the stream was not told to Mordred by Shuoyue. Instead, he kept it as a secret between him and Artoria, and treasured it in his memory.

Of course, this does not mean that he has given up on reconciling Ahoge and Mordred. In this world with the Boundary Record Belt (Throne of Heroes), death is never the chasm that separates two people.

To put it bluntly, if Shuoyue were willing to pay the price, such as consuming a Holy Grail, he could easily reach the Inner Sea of ​​Stars, knock on the door of Avalon, and bring Artoria here.

It's just unnecessary.

Artoria is far from making up her mind about how to deal with Mordred's problem. Otherwise, she would have left Avalon on her own initiative. Could that scoundrel Merlin, that nightmare, have stopped her?

Another possibility is that Saber didn't spend enough time with Mordred in Chaldea to make a judgment.

Since the ahoge (a type of hair stick) clearly understood Mordred's true intentions, Shuoyue (another hair stick) naturally wouldn't do anything unnecessary.

At most, I'll give them both a hard push...

"Besides Chaldea, I remember Mordred would also spawn on the set, right?"

As she pondered, Shuoyue revealed a mischievous smile.

"If I happen to run into them, hehehe..."

Then let's settle both old and new scores together, and definitely make Mordred look like she's been in eighteen different poses, leaving her with enough embarrassing history before kicking her back to the Throne of Heroes!

When the time comes, I'll give these embarrassing stories to Artoria, and I don't believe that the ahoge (sharp hair) will remain unmoved!

"Hey, kid, hurry up and get going, it's about to start!"

Ritsuka tried to take advantage of Sakugetsu, but the latter showed her no respect and turned her head away to avoid her clutches.

Because of the punishment, after his 'rendezvous' with the ahoge (cowlick), Shuoyue turned back into a cute little boy, his charm as a handsome young man reaching its peak, and everyone wanted to take the opportunity to pet him.

Of course, someone will simply refuse to comply to the death.

"Ritsuka, it seems you've completely given up on your four-figure Saint Quartz."

"No, Brother Shuoyue!" The red-haired girl was quick to respond, rushing forward and sliding to her knees. Her expression was so sincere and touching. "I confess, I apologize. I was judging others by my own petty standards, sob sob... So, you see, about the Holy Crystal..."

"Hmm, we'll see."

Seeing her Master so spineless, Mash shook her head helplessly, but when she looked at Sakumoku, she couldn't help but be curious.

"Um... Mr. Sakugetsu, I heard that you maintain this appearance in Ilya's world. I would like to ask if, besides disguise, this form has any special significance?"

"Of course." Since it was Little Eggplant who asked, Shuoyue naturally answered without hesitation. "You should all remember that I was the victor of the Fourth Holy Grail War, right?"

With her white hair and golden eyes, Shuoyue walked ahead, glossing over the bloodshed and turmoil she had experienced, describing it lightly:

"After obtaining the Greater Grail, I wished for a body, and the reward the Grail gave me is this appearance."

"So, the Greater Grail gave you a child's body...?" Mash asked in surprise. "But why? Is it because of the soul?"

“No, even as a soul, I am a mature young man.” Shuoyue shook her head. “In the words of Weber, that is, Lord El-Melloi II of the Clock Tower, this is because we need to maintain the concept of ‘growth’.”

Ritsuka understood: "I see. I suppose Mr. Sakugetsu's wish involves the issue of growth. I read in a book on the doctor's bookshelf that a body with stagnant growth is excellent material for magic, but it is definitely not a suitable container for storing a soul."

"As expected of Ritsuka, that's exactly right." Sakuzuki nodded, ending the casual conversation. "Alright, we've arrived."

Looking ahead, at this moment, everyone on the island is gathered together, sitting around a round table, their eyes filled with both trepidation and anticipation.

After talking with Artoria, half of the afternoon had passed, and as usual, the werewolf game was about to begin.

It seemed that everyone was aware of the importance of today, and even the contestants who had already left the stage sat back down in their chairs, eagerly awaiting the next performance.

"Today, let's find the last werewolf."

After saying this with a deeper meaning, Shuoyue pulled out a chair and sat down next to Draco.

"Tch, I hope so."

With a curt reply, Ritsuka pulled Mashu along, and they both headed towards their seats.