Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The man's name is Bram Nusare Sofiari. He is both the successor to the head of the Conjuration Department and a first-level lecturer at the Clock Tower.

"Hmm, were you also threatened?"

The old man nodded as if in agreement, then turned his gaze to the last person who remained silent. The man had long, disheveled hair and was frowning unhappily.

"What is your opinion, Lord El-Melloi?"

Weber lit the cigarette between his fingers with a candle flame, slowly turned his head to the side, and exhaled smoke.

"It's the Second. While I appreciate your desire to respect my original intention, adding 'Second' to it makes this damn name El-Melloi really irritate me."

Before Belfebund could reply, he continued:

"Compared to the two of you, I'll be a bit more direct—Princess El-Melloi, who is also my adopted sister, is being held hostage by the attackers."

"Oh?" Bram raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing a mixture of surprise and inquiry.

"Even El-Melloi's Supreme Mystic Code, one of the twelve families, couldn't stop him?"

El-Melloi II lit his cigar: "There's no need for further testing, Your Excellency. That's not something a magician can overcome."

In front of the administrators of the two departments, Weber remained calm and uttered that word again.

"After all, the opponent we are facing is a Servant."

Follower

Upon hearing this, the other two magicians present couldn't help but hold their breath.

With information about the Greater Grail already leaked, how could the Mage's Association not know about this taboo term?

It is the collection of fantasies from ancient times to the present, the most noble crystallization of phenomena, and also the most powerful object that makes magicians feel powerless.

If it weren't for the inherent weaknesses of each subspecies Holy Grail War, the immense demands on Servants' spiritual veins, and the numerous restrictions that prevent them from leaving certain areas, the Mage's Association would have long been targeted by those with ulterior motives.

But now, El-Melloi II says they are encountering followers...

"Could it be that the Holy Grail War has also broken out in London?!" Bram slammed his fist on the table, unable to hide his anxiety.

For the Magic Association, letting a bunch of nuclear warheads fight right under their noses... is simply terrifying!

“A reasonable guess, Mr. Bram.”

The fourth sound coming from inside the room came from a black-robed figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

Without any warning or precaution, by the time Bram and Belfebon came to their senses, the man in black had already pulled out a chair and sat in the main seat.

"Please have a seat. These are the three people in charge of handling the Yggdrasil defection."

"Where is Reines?" El-Melloi II stared at the new moon, then pulled up a chair and sat down as well.

"I put it back." The young man replied casually, as if he had just released a stray cat. "It was smart enough not to threaten me before it left."

At this point, Shuoyue released a hint of murderous intent, instantly turning the previously oppressive room into a bone-chilling cold, as if it were filled with ice.

"Otherwise, the ending wouldn't have been so beautiful."

Surrender, or die.

The young man's actions were simply illustrating this point, and the two seasoned veterans who had been entrenched in power for many years certainly couldn't miss it.

"If you are truly a Servant, then our threats as magicians are nothing but a ridiculous joke."

Belfebon and Bram exchanged a glance and then spoke one after the other.

"So, what kind of deal do you want to make with us?"

“A deal… Hmph, they’re quick to twist the facts.” Shuoyue tapped the table. Having visited the Clock Tower before, he was well aware of the nature of these magicians-politicians, and he wasn’t angry at all.

"You could call it a transaction, but I only need you to do three things—"

"First, I need to have absolute control over the 'cleaning team,' of course, with the goal of quelling the rebellion of the Thousand World Tree."

"Secondly, I need a symbolic token of the Magic Association, with authority at least comparable to that of a bishop of the Holy Church."

"Third, I accidentally wiped out a magic family, and I need your help to keep the news under wraps."

"Wait a minute." Belfebon raised his hand, interrupting Shuoyue. "So, you mean you destroyed a magic family? What was that family's name?"

“Yes.” Shuoyue nodded. “The head of the family was an old man, and also the Master who summoned me, but I killed him. I didn’t have time to know the family name or anything, and I don’t care. However, I have their magic crests in my hands, and I can also provide you with their address.”

As the young man smiled and spread his hands, a black magic mark appeared in the void, radiating a terrifying, eerie light.

“I see.” Facing the murderer who had brutally massacred an entire family and stripped them of their magical crests, Waver remained unfazed and nodded knowingly. “So you were able to come here so quietly. It seems the Mage's Association’s oversight personnel allowed you to slip through their fingers.”

"As expected of Waver, he's really smart." Shuoyue nodded with a smile, admiring the stomachache expression on the Second's face when his original name was called, and then turned her gaze to the other two magicians who were deep in thought.

For the powerful Mage's Association, Sakugetsu's request seemed simple: all they had to do was help clean up the mess and offer a symbolic rather than practical status, and a Servant-level fighter would join the cleaning team to assist them in their campaign against the Thousand World Tree.

However, these old foxes could certainly see through the meaning of the new moon.

What Shuoyue did was nothing more than asking the Mage's Association to take a stand in exchange for assisting in the destruction of the World Tree—which is why Waver immediately said that he could not make the decision.

The first condition is the help and benefits provided by the new moon.

The second condition is the rights that Shuoyue is demanding from the Magic Association.

The third condition is the threat of the new moon, which implies that he is capable of destroying a magic family and would not mind turning the clock tower upside down.

“However, I still have one question.” Perhaps dissatisfied with Shuoyue’s high-handed attitude, Bram tapped the table and voiced his doubts.

"What exactly does the World Tree hold that makes you think even a team of fifty top-tier magicians couldn't defeat this bunch of trash gathered together?"

"Don't you understand yet? Weber realized it from the very beginning."

Shuoyue stared at the head of the Spirit Summoning Department, a cold smile on her face, and gave her answer:

"Because the Yggdrasil faction has long been prepared to greet you fools with Servants."

The door opened, and Bram and Belfebon hurried away without looking back, while Shuoyue, dressed in a black robe, came out with Weber.

Under pressure from the information he provided, the three magicians all agreed to his request, but they still argued over the details, each unwilling to budge for the sake of the Clock Tower or their own interests.

For example, Belfebund declared before providing the token that the association would not interfere or care about your actions—meaning that even if the new moon destroyed the world, it wouldn't be the fault of the Mage's Association.

For example, Bram, as the head of the Summoning Department, naturally demanded data on the Servant's Spirit Origin—just like the Summoning Department in another timeline.

Take Weber Velvet, for example. He was much more straightforward—aside from the necessary materials, all the family's resources, money, and spoils of war were attributed to the Department of Modern Magic.

"But a family that has been completely exploited by demons can't possibly make up for your debts in El-Melloi, can it?"

"It's just a matter of pushing your luck a little harder on a political level." Waver was used to Shuoyue knowing too much about him; he was more concerned about something else. "The Greater Grail emergency mechanism you mentioned earlier, are you serious?"

In the room, in order to get the two vampires to relent, Shuoyue dropped a bombshell.

"The Greater Grail will provide assistance related to the Holy Grail War, such as the redistribution of Command Seals, depending on the situation. Although the possibility is almost zero, the preparation system will be activated in order to find a countermeasure when all seven Servants are unified by one side."

In the corridor steeped in time, Weber stopped, his gaze intense.

At that time, it will become possible for seven more Servants to be summoned in order to fight against the existing seven.

“Yes, that’s right.” Shuoyue nodded. “This is the battle we are about to face, an unprecedented battle involving fourteen Servants—what, do you wish to see your king again?”

"How do you even know this... Never mind." The handsome but weary man with his long hair shook his head. "I'm not mature enough to reunite with him. It's just a simple sigh."

“Then, just like those two, focus on collecting the relics and selecting candidates, Waver.” Shuoyue patted his shoulder with a faint smile, though her face remained hidden under her hood.

"I will bring the cleaning team to activate the Greater Grail's preparation system. After that, my assistance to the Mage's Association will end there."

"However, the Magic Association stood behind you, becoming your unseen support."

Weber rolled his eyes, but didn't complain much. He waved to Shuoyue and turned to leave.

Having exchanged all their conditions and demands and received the desired promises and concessions, Shuoyue no longer needed to stay in the Clock Tower.

"Then, let's go." After taking one last look at the clock tower, Shuoyue turned around, like a drop of ink, quietly merging into the vast colors of dusk.

All preparations are complete; now it's time to begin the Holy Grail War.

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Chapter 381 Vlad III, Grand Duke of Wallachia

Chapter 382 Vlad III, Grand Duke of Wallachia

Sakugetsu chose the Mage's Association for a simple reason—as the only Servant and Master of the 'Blue' faction, he needed a force to endorse him.

Just as the 'Red' faction is backed by Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, a saint who has been preparing for sixty years, and the 'Black' faction, which has the ability to 'see through the true name,' is backed by Yggdrasil, who possesses the Holy Grail, and just as the patriarch Darnic has been planning since World War II, each faction has its own foundation.

The sudden appearance of Shuoyue and his 'Blue' camp, while possessing unparalleled foresight, clearly lacked the ability to deal with emergencies. If something were to happen to Shuoyue, it would mean the disintegration of the 'Blue' camp.

In particular, Shuoyue is not qualified to have an equal dialogue with these two faction leaders—this is the most fatal thing in a three-way battle.

Strength is the foundation of equal dialogue, and influence is also a part of strength. Even if this is just a case of someone borrowing power, it is enough for Shuoyue.

He didn't intend to let a behemoth like the Magic Association participate.

"It's just a big name used as a pretext. The Greater Grail hasn't even activated its preparation system yet, and the appearance of the 'Blue' faction, which is completely inconsistent with the original plot, is already outrageous enough. If the Mage Association gets involved as well, the situation will take an unexpected turn and leave others far behind."

Shuoyue has no intention of giving up its advantage of being prescient.

Excuse me.

A deep male voice rang out, and upon hearing it, Shuoyue raised her arm. Behind her, more than fifty magicians stopped in their tracks, waiting for orders with expressionless faces.

These people are called the Cleaning Team, which is a group of magicians with combat specialization dispatched by the Mage's Association.

After reaching an agreement with the Mage Association's higher-ups, Shuoyue gained control over fifty top-tier magicians. As planned, the following morning, Shuoyue led a cleaning crew to Romania, the territory where the Thousand World Tree was located.

"what's up."

Still concealing his face with Hades' cloak, Shuoyue turned around and asked his second-in-command, the team's former captain.

"The spiritual veins are acting strangely." The captain, a thin man in a suit, reported to the leader while holding a spiritual energy disc. "There may be an ambush in the forest ahead."

"Oh? We've only just stepped onto the border of the Thousand World Tree's territory." Shuoyue smiled with interest. "It seems the Thousand World Tree values ​​you quite a bit."

Neither of them mentioned the issue of intelligence leaks. The Clock Tower's overly lax system was destined to be filled with spies from different factions.

"What should we do, Captain?"

"There's nothing to remind you of. They're all seasoned mages; just follow the plan." Shuoyue said casually, "Take care of any obstacles before the Servant arrives. I'm going to complete my mission, and once the Servant arrives..."

"Okay, okay, run as far as you can, and set up a magic array to seal the spiritual veins while you're at it, right?"

The red-haired magician standing to the side said impatiently that he was originally the deputy of the cleaning team, but due to the arrival of the new moon, he was naturally demoted to an ordinary member.