Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

No one felt any pity for her.

But in modern times, thousands of years later, a mother wearing a long emerald green dress finally accepted them with a smile.

There's a reason why it became the best master-servant relationship in terms of neutrality.

Such a touching scene, when seen by Shuoyue, could only elicit such a sigh from him.

Calming himself down, Shuoyue strode forward, ignoring the two who were wary of his actions, and stood in the center of the summoning circle.

The time has come. Even across time zones, Shuoyue can feel the spiritual veins on the other side of the ocean stirring and cheering.

Hyoma Sagara chose a time that was advantageous to himself, thus getting ahead of the other Masters. And the new moon was exactly on the same frequency as the Masters of the Thousand Trees and the Association.

Standing in the center of the formation, so simply and directly treating herself as a relic, Shuoyue raised her hand, which was adorned with Command Seals, and calmly recited the activation incantation.

Announce.

The magic circle that had summoned a Servant sensed the new call and brightened again, illuminating the young man's calm eyes and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

"Your body obeys my commands, and my destiny is entrusted to your sword."

"If you follow the destiny of the Holy Grail, and act in accordance with this will and reason, then respond!"

No matter how many times it has been said or seen, the magnificent scene of the myths of human history emerging from the long river of history and descending into the present world still stirs people's hearts.

Taking a deep breath, Shuoyue gave an enigmatic smile and continued:

"I hereby swear that I will be the one who brings about all good in the world."

I am the one who commits all evil in the world!

Responding to the youth's vow, the array shone brightly, and a holy blue storm swept in from the end of the barrier!

As an aside: In the movie, the Jack the Ripper summoned by Flat doesn't have a definite physical form, but he did take on the form of a little Jack. Flat was quite embarrassed by the overly revealing pose and almost got arrested by the police (laughs).

Chapter 387 Mordred and the King She Rebelled Against

Chapter 388 Mordred and the King She Rebelled Against

"Use walls to block the winds from all directions and close the doors from all directions."

"Emerging from the crown, let it endlessly cycle along the three-way path leading to the kingdom!"

Just as Sakugetsu had predicted, not only him, but all the other Masters also chose to initiate the summoning at the same time.

Perhaps, this is the destiny that brought them together.

I hereby swear that I will either bring about all good in the world or commit all evil.

Inside the royal chamber of the Millennium fortress, the three members of the Yggdrasil suddenly stopped chanting, leaving only one Master wearing glasses who seized the opportunity to announce the next two verses.

“But you should close your eyes to chaos. You are a prisoner of madness. I am the one who holds its chains.”

This is an additional incantation performed to induce madness. It can be concluded that those he summons will more or less descend into madness.

Under the eager gaze of Danic and Vlad III, the Masters took a deep breath, enduring the discomfort of their internal organs being manipulated, and used their own desires as an opportunity to converse with the supreme being engraved in mythology.

The summoning phrase has only one section remaining.

In the cemetery of the Soma family church in the Far East; and among the kings of the fortress of Mirania, all the Masters suppressed their surging emotions and cried out for 'them's' arrival.

"You are bound by the three great incantations for seven days, you came from the Wheel of Restraint, guardians of the scales!"

In an instant, the dimly lit royal chamber was as bright as day. A whirlwind that seemed to travel through time swept through, and the artificial beings hurriedly huddled down, while Danic and a man wearing a golden mask were bathed in it as if a cool breeze was blowing through them.

And so, “they” appeared on the earth.

A dazzling light emanated from the intricately woven magic circle. In an instant, miracles materialized, embodying people's fantasies and elevating heroes to a realm beyond human.

The storm subsided, and the dazzling light gradually diminished. Then, four figures appeared within the magic circle.

One of them was a slender girl in a white dress. She held a huge club in her hand and looked around with a vague, ethereal gaze.

The other person was a flamboyantly dressed androgynous boy. Of the four, he was the only one who gazed at the one who had summoned him with a beaming smile.

There was another person, a young man holding a bow and arrow. He was wearing a grass-colored cloak and was kneeling on one knee, prostrating himself on the ground.

The last person was a young man covered in dazzling armor, with a greatsword slung across his back. His silver-gray hair swayed in the breeze.

"Oh oh..."

Someone exclaimed in admiration. Even Danic was captivated by this imposing presence. Then, everyone spoke in unison, proclaiming the initial words: "The Holy Grail War, a brutal and tragic struggle between seven against seven—the words to unveil the war."

“We, the ‘Black,’ have come here at the invitation of the call.”

"Our fate is intertwined with that of the Thousand World Tree, and our swords are your swords!"

In the carefully chosen cemetery, Lion's Roar was successfully summoned.

So, you're mine then?

The diminutive knight, his entire body encased in steel, inquired. Even through his helmet, his clear voice carried distinctly. Lion's Roar nodded and extended his hand.

"My name is Lion King Jie Li. He's yours, please take good care of him."

Is this a cemetery? You really summoned me in such an unpleasant place.

The outstretched hand was ignored. Lion's Robber, rubbing his scalp, protested:

"Even if you say that... no matter what, this place feels like my home turf to me."

"Were you born in a cemetery?"

"I spent my childhood surrounded by corpses."

Having come this far, the Knight nodded in understanding.

"So that's how it is. You're a necromancer?"

"You got it right. So, you were correct, weren't you?"

Looking at the sword in the knight's hand, Lion's Robber asked this question.

"That's obvious. If you could mistake me for someone else, there must be something seriously wrong with your eyes and brain."

...It seems there really are such things in the world.

"Could it be that I drew a complete idiot?"

"No, no, you drew the best one. I, Lion Clan Lord, am confident that I am worthy to be your master."

"Hmph... I wonder if all they're good at is talking."

"Getting back to the point, first, can you tell me your real name?... By the way, why is it that even though I am clearly you, there's still a part of me I can't see?"

Typically, face-to-face meetings can yield some level of intelligence, such as information on physical strength, stamina, and skills. This is an invaluable asset in strategic planning.

Therefore, the first thing they naturally checked was what they had summoned. Only by understanding their various attributes could they refine their combat strategies.

Yes, while the basic parameters of the knight in front of them can be confirmed, the inherent skills of the Heroic Spirit and the information on the Noble Phantasm are all blocked and cannot be read.

"It's because of this helmet, I'll take it off now."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the helmet covering her face disintegrated and merged into her armor. Whether it was due to the overly modern technology or the stunning beauty revealed about "her," Lion's Claw was speechless with astonishment.

"It's a girl...?"

No, it might even be a teenager. In any case, he was someone with a rather youthful appearance. Perhaps because she was too surprised, she had inadvertently let slip what she meant, which immediately soured her mood. However, Lion's Blade didn't notice this.

"Don't let me hear it a second time."

"what?"

The chilling words, laced with murderous intent, brought Lion's Robbery back to his senses.

"If you call me 'woman' again, I can't guarantee I can control myself."

His gleaming eyes spoke of murderous intent. "He seems serious," Lion's Robbery muttered instinctively.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I won't say it again." Raising his hands, Lion Robber honestly apologized.

Her face was contorted with anger, but her mood seemed to have improved as a result. She took a deep breath and whispered with a slightly disappointed expression:

"I forgive you. But you're not allowed to bring this up again. Remember that."

So what is your real name?

When Shishikage Kairi said those words, he hadn't yet realized what a troublesome Servant he had summoned. But a few dozen seconds later, the young knight shouted "Utterly hateful!" and then shattered the legendary Round Table fragments with a single sword strike, trampling this relic that would probably never be found again under her feet. This made Shishikage learn her true name in a different way.

For the Knights of the Round Table, that should have been a place of lively conversation and laughter. Although the Knights of the Round Table eventually became enemies, it was probably not their original intention.

Since we harbor such loathing for this round table, then—

Her real name, Lion's Roar, came to mind immediately. If any knight so vehemently hated the Round Table, it must be the sole Knight of the Round Table who had clearly betrayed the King of Knights.

"Your real name, could it be 'Mordred'?"

The lion's question made Mordred frown slightly. The fact that her real name had been guessed due to her earlier actions made her somewhat embarrassed. But she still declared resolutely:

“Indeed. My name is Mordred, and I am the only rightful heir to King Arthur Pandoragon.”

"Didn't you betray us?"

Faced with Lion's Roar's accusations, he suddenly blushed and declared:

“Ah, that’s right. I did rebel. That king never acknowledged my strength in the end. Whether it’s swordsmanship or political skills, I’m on par with the king—no, I should have surpassed her. But that damned king refused to let me ascend the throne because of my background.”

The icy voice wasn't due to suppressed impulses; quite the opposite. Anger and hatred that could make her tremble were residing within her.

Her birth—that Mordred was supposedly the unfaithful son of King Arthur and his sister Morgana—was a fatal flaw.

"So I betrayed him and sent him on his way. I wanted to let that king know that his rule was meaningless."

That's right. According to legend, it was indeed Mordred who drove King Arthur to his death. Even with the Holy Lance piercing his body, Mordred still managed to deliver the fatal blow to King Arthur.

The dying King Arthur threw the sword back into the lake and went to the land of the fairies. Mordred, on the other hand, breathed his last on the hill of Camlann. All that remained of him was the infamous reputation of a rebellious knight.

"Hmph. So, your wish is to become king?"

For Mordred, who was refused the throne, becoming queen was undoubtedly a wish she should ask the Holy Grail to grant. However, Mordred responded to Luke's words with a dejected tone:

"No, you're wrong. I don't want to become king with the power of the Holy Grail. Even if I ascend the throne, my father will never approve. My wish is simply to challenge the chosen sword, nothing more."

"The chosen sword? Is that the sword that King Arthur is said to have drawn?"

He nodded. That's right. It's said that when King Arthur was young, he pulled out the sword that all the strongest men in the kingdom couldn't challenge, thus earning his right to become king.