Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Should we use Command Seals to restore it...? No, it's not time yet. It was already summoned. If even he can't do anything about it, then we'll make a decision.

To preserve Vlad III's fighting strength, they would spare no expense, even at the cost of two Command Seals.

With his back to the anxious members of the Thousand World Tree behind him, Danic couldn't suppress the gloom on his face. His right fingernails dug into his flesh, and blood dripped down.

Losing two Command Seals before the war even officially began was heartbreaking for Danic.

Just who exactly is that assassin?

Why was he so well-informed about Vlad III?

If someone else has also summoned a Servant, why haven't I received any information from the Greater Grail?!

Suppressing his chaotic thoughts once again, Danic turned around and looked at his Masters expressionlessly.

"As you have all seen, there are arrogant individuals who attempt to shake the glory of our World Tree—in that case, let them pay the price for their actions!"

"Yes!"

With the order from the patriarch issued, the Thousand World Tree Clan began intensive preparations.

"Goodbye, and please give my regards to King El-Melloi II."

At the airport not far from Romania, Shuoyue bid farewell to the cleaning team she had worked with for half a day, only to be wiped out.

The captain was seriously injured and was hospitalized. The red-haired magician was dead, and a female magician took over their mission. She bid farewell to Shuoyue in a cold and polite manner and boarded a plane back to London with the remaining five people.

Their mission is complete; the rest will be left to the Masters of the New Moon and the Clock Tower.

Watching the group awkwardly walk into the passageway, Shuoyue withdrew her gaze and, instead of leaving the airport, sat in the lobby, closing her eyes to rest.

In Shuoyue's opinion, her first Servant battle as a Servant was quite successful.

The only regret is that the opposing Master lacked martial ethics and used a health lock on Vlad III, preventing the Moonlit Beast's ultimate attack from succeeding.

As for the fact that the Grand Duke was eventually killed by Shuoyue, the reason can only be described as "what Xiao He helped make him, Xiao He also helped him lose."

Guardian of the Nation: EX

By acquiring ley lines beforehand, Vlad III can claim a specific area as his "territory." In battles within this territory, Vlad III, as king, gains a combat power boost comparable to an A-rank [Berserk] level. His Noble Phantasm, "Extreme Execution King," can only be used within the territory created by this skill.

Despite being a Turkish hero, Vlad III's legendary status is not particularly high. The reason he reached the ranks of top-tier Servants in terms of strength is that before Yggdrasil declared war, Darnic had already led him to claim the entire Romania as the territory needed by the 'Guardian General of the Nation'.

What Shuoyue ordered the 'cleaning team' to do was to use the array plate to separate the spiritual veins of this forest from Romania—so at the last moment, Vlad III's strength plummeted, and the rafter barrier he constructed collapsed at the first touch, easily struck by Shuoyue, damaging his lifeline.

Of course, before this, in order to avoid being subjected to the concept of 'piercing', Shuoyue cut off Vlad III's arm instead of assassinating him, preventing him from swinging his spear, which in a sense tilted the balance of the battle in her favor.

Having an A-level aura concealment is dangerous enough, but what's even more terrifying is that this person also possesses more intelligence than the Arbitrator.

Even a single rider would be an immense deterrent in this Holy Grail War.

Both the Magic Association and the Thousand World Tree are probably on guard and tracking the trajectory of the new moon. However, what they could never have imagined is that someone bought another plane ticket using a false identity at the critical moment of the war.

Attention passengers, boarding has now begun for the next flight to Japan. Please proceed to…

The time has come.

Having finished speculating and planning for the future, Shuoyue opened her eyes and stood up.

He traveled to the Far Eastern island nation to summon his Servant, who was also the second 'Servant' of the Blue faction.

This was the last preparation that Shuoyue made before all the people from all sides had arrived.

One day later, when the new moon's journey finally reached its destination.

Clock Tower, Summoning Department Head's Office

"Eight Tongues 'Danic?'"

"It was him, the patriarch of the Yggdmillennia family, Danic Preston Yggdmillennia, a third-rate lecturer, a second-rate magician, and a first-rate con artist."

The afternoon sun was intense and savage, plundering all the darkness in the room and illuminating the face of the Department Head, Belfebon, which was contorted with displeasure and radiated anger.

He summoned the Servants of the Holy Grail War, and in response, we must gather seven to fight Yggdrasil and achieve victory.

The man speaking to the old man was a burly man wearing a black jacket and black sunglasses, with a rugged face that resembled that of an American fugitive.

It's worth mentioning that, due to his overly fierce appearance, he was questioned by the guard magicians in the Clock Tower, and no student was willing to give him directions... If it weren't for the kind rescue by a certain blond problem child, he would have had to go through a lot more trouble to reach the Summoning Department.

His name is Shishikatsu Kairi, a former student of the Clock Tower, now a necromancer and mercenary, and one of the Masters appointed by El-Melloi II.

In the Fourth Holy Grail War in another world, Kiritsugu specifically sought out Sakumoku, who had destroyed Winter Castle, to commission a special necromancer bullet.

"Hmm..." Faced with the detailed information of the commission, Lion's Robber stroked his unkempt beard and fell into deep thought.

Belfebvrem did not hide anything, or rather, he could not hide anything, and had already told him everything about how the 'cleaning team' that Shishio was traveling with had been killed by Servants, leaving only six members.

Although Lion Robbery understood the reasons for his failure, he had to reconsider for the sake of his own life.

"What will happen to the Greater Grail if we win?"

"Of course, we will ensure victory afterward. The source is right before our eyes, and we don't know if the surviving magicians can remain calm."

Belfebund, recalling El-Melloi II's instructions, gave a calm reply.

"I see." Lion's Roar nodded in agreement.

Does that mean "after annihilating Yggdrasil, you will be solely responsible for whatever happens"? It doesn't matter if it grants your wish, prevents your wish, or—destroys everything.

Of course, this old fox has definitely prepared a plan. He'll probably deploy his recovery forces the instant the war ends.

But, but! If you can get ahead of the curve—you'll definitely have the chance to achieve your goals!

Excitement trembled as the lion rode along its back. Perhaps having indeed observed that excitement, the old man nodded as he had expected, saying, "Can you accept the commission?"

However, it's best not to reply immediately. If you respond right away, it will reveal your weakness.

With this in mind, the war-weary mercenary and necromancer agreed to participate and began a second round of negotiations with Belfebon.

At the prompting of the new moon, the Mage's Association gathered its chosen Masters at an even faster pace. Meanwhile, at the Yggdrasil, also influenced by the new moon, Danic summoned the Yggdrasil Masters to gather them before the throne in the fortress of Mirania as night fell, in order to gain new power.

After confirming that the four summoners were in their designated positions, Danic respectfully bowed his head towards the empty throne.

"Then, Your Majesty, the ceremony shall now begin."

Um. "

A voice devoid of arrogance rang out, and particles of light gathered on the throne, transforming into the form of the Grand Prince of Wallachia. Judging from his aura, his injuries had been fully healed.

The price to pay was the increasingly faint red marks on the back of Danic's hand.

Regardless of Danic's thoughts, his expression remained respectful, for sitting on the throne was the greatest hero of Transylvania, the commander feared by the Turkish soldiers and known as the Lord of the Thorns.

Indeed, since this is Romania, his fame is almost unparalleled. It can even rival that of Hercules in Greece and King Arthur in England.

It was precisely because of Vlad III's value that Darnic was willing to waste the Master's greatest power to pay the price for Vlad III and his underestimation of his enemy.

A single glance at Darnik, at his most loyal subordinate, sent a majestic voice resounding throughout the kingdom:

"Quickly, summon the heroic spirits who wish to become my brothers."

"According to the order."

After bowing respectfully, Danic announced to the four:

"Then let's begin. We, the magicians who take pride in the Yggdrasil, will embark on a path of no return as this ritual concludes. —Are you prepared?"

The four of them silently revealed their unwavering determination as they stood at the front of the summoning circle.

Aside from the large-scale summoning by the 'Black' faction in the city of Mirenia, and the summoning by the Lion's Raid using fragments of the Round Table in the church cemetery in Bucharest, a young man also took off his cloak and stood in the very center of a summoning circle on an island thousands of miles away.

The same summoning words rang out from different places.

Announcement!

Note that it's right in the center of the summoning circle! (smile)

Chapter 385 Mom?

Chapter 386 Mom?

Let's turn back time to the moment when the new moon arrived in Japan.

Stepping out of the airport and strolling along the oriental streets, Shuoyue, having removed her cloak, looked around with a touch of curiosity.

"Is this what neon was like in 2004... Interesting."

So far, he has experienced the Fourth Holy Grail War, the island city of 1994; the world of Magical Girl Illya, the Peaceful Fuyuki of 2007; and now, he is standing in 04, the time point when he is gradually moving into the modern era, looking out at the street.

Not everyone can witness the world's changes measured in 'years' in just a few months, like Shuoyue.

He strolled through time, standing shoulder to shoulder with countless heroes of the past and future.

With a light breath, Shuoyue treasured this unique feeling of emotion and melancholy belonging to a time traveler. Standing in front of the vending machine, she calmly tossed out a few spider-man doll familiars to further increase the efficiency of her reconnaissance.

He left his main battlefield in Romania and traveled thousands of miles to Japan, a country that had lost its value; he certainly wasn't there for tourism.

According to information from the original work, there exists a lone Master of the Black Faction here.

Its name is: Sagara Hyoma.

The Sagara family combines Japanese and Western magic, using human lives as a means to ensure the safety of buildings or protect humans, thereby making a fortune. Their skills are naturally unorthodox. In order to prepare thoroughly for the summoning, Sagara Hyoma left Yggdrasilia and returned to his homeland in the Far East.

—This should have been a closely guarded secret, but unfortunately, a prescient time traveler infiltrated this war.

Unfortunately, Higashide didn't specify the time and location, and I only got the address of the Sagara family from the clock tower... I can only search thoroughly and pray that I can find Sagara Hyoma before the summoning.

Even though she was racing against time, Shuoyue didn't seem too anxious. Instead, she activated her familiar to penetrate her spiritual veins, bent down, picked up the drink she had bought, opened the tab, and took a sip.

"Hiss... Black bean and ginger flavor? Why are there such weird drinks in this new world?!"

There was a woman.

She was a woman who combined the best features of both Eastern and Western women. She was probably in her early twenties, with a pure yet slightly seductive appearance. Her long, brown hair cascaded down her magnificent, undulating breasts. Her light green dress was very thin, revealing the soft curves of her body, especially her full and alluring buttocks, which appeared even more voluptuous against the backdrop of the dress.

Without a doubt, she is a very charming woman.

But not everyone is compassionate towards women, especially when a woman's value as a sacrifice outweighs her physical body.

Her body was cut open, her abdomen ripped open with countless gashes, and blood gushed onto the floor, forming an ancient magic circle in the hands of the man who kept her.

Due to weakness caused by excessive blood loss, the woman could not clearly hear the man's mutterings; she could only vaguely make out a few words.

"almost."

"Holy Grail War."