Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

If Mordred were to draw that sword, her right to rule would indeed be recognized. However, there is a fatal flaw in her ambition.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"What if the Holy Grail grants your wish, but you don't draw your sword?"

Yes. If one were to challenge the chosen sword, there's a possibility that one might not be able to draw it. After all, it's a sword that no man in the entire kingdom has been able to obtain. Even Mordred, who inherited King Arthur's blood, honestly, it's hard to say whether he could actually draw it.

"You asked a stupid question. There's no way I can't pull it out!"

However, she spoke with such conviction, her voice carrying an imposing aura befitting a king. Perhaps she could easily draw her sword.

"After all, I am the strongest knight, surpassing even King Arthur!"

Mordred, brimming with confidence, was unaware that thousands of miles away, a Knight of the Round Table in the present world was gazing intently at the pure white figure before him.

"I ask you, are you mine?"

The white-armored knight announced her arrival in a stern voice.

Chapter 388 The Judge, from Avalon!

Chapter 389 The Judge, from Avalon!

The spiritual particles scattered, creating a blue mist in the small room. Little Jack opened his mouth in surprise, while Liu Daolingxia was impressed by his imposing appearance and murmured to herself.

"White, a white knight...?"

Her description was flawless, just as the knight's silver-white robes were spotless.

Liu Dao Lingxia and Xiao Jie were awestruck by the knight's imposing demeanor, while Shuo Yue, the summoner, saw the light coming from the ends of the world.

What a light it was! It was unlike any other light in the world.

It is not a mysterious, magical light, nor the faint light falling from the starry sky, nor the bright light reflected from the silver moon in the sky, yet even the dazzling sunlight cannot obscure the brilliance of this light.

That was the light that illuminated people's hearts and condensed countless prayers.

Although the light was confined to a single room, it exuded boundless majesty.

As long as I see this radiance, no matter what environment I am in, my heart will no longer waver.

As long as this glimmer of light remains, no matter how dark the times, hope will never be lost.

This light comes from a holy lance, the holy lance held by the Silver Knight.

The knight, wielding a radiant spear, wore a majestic helmet like that of a lion, his body encased in heavy silver armor, with a blue-gold lining connecting the skirt armor. The fur made of magical beasts fluttered behind him like a cloak.

Even without a fine horse, the knight's demeanor is already heroic enough.

"I ask you, are you mine?"

The voice was sharp, clear, yet undeniably authoritative, exuding an irresistible majesty.

For Shuoyue, such a voice struck his heart like a heavy hammer, awakening memories of what he had seen before.

A bright moon, a hazy night, and an empty warehouse piled high with discarded goods.

There, the red-haired youth encountered the blonde girl who would change the course of his life.

"Well."

A sharp pain shot through the upper part of her chest, as if a branding iron had been pressed against it. Shuoyue pressed her chest involuntarily, only to find that the three Command Seals she had taken from the old man on the back of her right hand had faded away like ink and disappeared.

Instead, there was an increasingly intense pain on both sides of my chest, as if birds were nestling in my flesh and blood, now flapping their wings desperately, wanting to fly high.

Was Shuoyue's action a signal? The knight nodded quietly, stepped forward, tore open Shuoyue's black robe, and pulled down his collar.

"You..." Before Shuoyue could react, she was drawn to the changes in herself.

On his bare chest, the six Command Seals were arranged in threes on both sides, truly like the wings of a bird embracing the new moon.

"This is?!"

“It seems there was no mistake.” The silver-white knight nodded knowingly, then knelt on one knee and offered his loyalty to his master, Shuoyue, with a perfect knightly salute.

"I have come at your summons, I am your servant, and with the spear of the end and the shining sword, I will become your power."

The mask opened automatically, revealing a lovely and stunning face that smiled at the still-stunned Shuoyue. For a moment, the moonlight was hazy, and the stars paled in comparison.

"It's been a long time, Shuoyueqing."

There is a tranquil plain where colorful flowers bloom.

The only thing blocking your view is the forest in the distance. Even if you turn around and look at the entire sky, all you see is the equally divided earth and blue sky.

There are neither fences nor houses built by people here. City walls and castles, or anything resembling a country, do not exist.

The daytime is filled with the sunshine of spring and the atmosphere of summer, while the night is covered by the air of autumn and the starry sky of winter.

The paradise people have described is just an imitation of this land.

This is a land devoid of human habitation, an island at the end of a permanent forbidden zone, also known in mythology as the Land of Everlasting Spring or the small world of Apple Island.

Intelligent beasts cannot achieve their desires; they cannot reach their ideal land.

Even though the tower of four-sided prison cells was only ten square meters in size, it was surrounded by flowers.

"Let's tell you the story of the king..."

The man talking to himself was wearing a simple robe woven from the finest fibers.

Her long, iridescent hair pierced the sunlight, and her purple pupils and posture were easily visible in the distance.

Where is he gazing? And what joys and sorrows, partings and reunions are he experiencing?

"Oh, you're here?"

The man smiled, seemingly unsure of who the visitor was, and gently waved the Staff of Paradise in his hand.

Within the air-filled mana, something descended in an invisible turbulence; even a gentle glance was enough to cause the tower imprisoning the man to sway under its own weight.

However, the man didn't care about any of this. Even when faced with the questioning of two opposing wills, he, half-human and half-nightmare, still smiled and spoke as if talking to himself.

"If you ask why, well, my Artoria can go wherever she wants. Since she's willing to experience the battlefield as a Servant, I, as a mere magician who once assisted her, can only support the King's wishes~"

"Well, this is, after all, a matter within the Round Table's purview. Neither of you has the authority to interfere. If you wish to raise questions, please send an envoy with a letter of inquiry. However, on another note—"

Narrowing his eyes, the man's smile revealed a hint of mockery.

"Didn't you tell that little girl from Orleans that the greatest danger to this Holy Grail War is the last knight of the Round Table?"

"It's because you're worried that the adjudicator will understand his wishes and then—get deeply involved."

Rumble!

An unknown entity shook space and time, causing not only the tower imprisoning the men, but the entire amusement park to groan in despair.

But the man simply waved his magic wand, and flowers bloomed in the paradise, calming the anger from the other side.

"You two, calm down. I'm going to be staying here for a very, very long time."

He turned his head to look into the distance, and with his all-seeing eyes that illuminated the world, he saw the Silver Knight King kneeling on one knee, swearing allegiance to the stunned young man in black robes, and he burst out laughing from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahaha... That last knight probably doesn't realize that the reason our king went there was to keep an eye on this restless element, right?"

Without mentioning who changed the spirit origin of a certain ahoge to that of an adjudicator, or who personally modified the summoning pathway, the man smiled expectantly, waiting for the wonderful story that was about to unfold.

The entity that had just stirred up a commotion fell silent, whether it had shifted its gaze or remained there, watching what would happen next.

"Don't worry." The handsome yet languid man murmured, seemingly addressing no one in particular.

"With the king who entrusted the Star Anchor here, this world will never be destroyed, and humanity will not perish because of it."

"This is my promise, as a Grand Rank candidate, as the Magician of Flowers."

Give flowers to the land, give dreams to humanity, give history only the future.

That is the man's characteristic, and also his essence.

His name is Merlin, the Magician of Flowers.

He became the pinnacle among the great magicians who appeared in countless myths and traditions.

Possessing proof of being a top-ranking magician—the eyes that see through the world—a hybrid of human and succubus.

At the same time, he was also the court magician who assisted Arthur in becoming king, witnessed King Arthur's downfall, and opened the Court of Avalon to welcome the king.

Like a breeze blowing across the grassland, Merlin squinted his eyes and spoke in a melodious voice.

"Let's tell you the story of the king..."

Information regarding the ahoge (antenna-like hair ornament) of the Arbiter class is provided in the character-related section.

Chapter 389 What to do if the summoned Servant is more powerful than me?

Chapter 390 What to do if the summoned Servant is more powerful than me...?

Meeting in another world, enjoying it to the fullest...

Cough cough, let's start again.

Artoria and the new moon are a knight and his king who have forged a deep bond in the Fourth Holy Grail War, the Second Singularity (Alter Alter), the Magical Girl Illya world (Class Card), and the summer island.

In this new world, encountering someone through the instant-kill method of summoning a Heroic Spirit should be a delightful and surprising reunion after a long separation.

Unfortunately, this person had a sharp tongue and blurted out:

"Who are you?"

The gentle smile turned into murderous intent. The mature woman's azure eyes sharpened, and her spiritual energy condensed into a storm spear, the tip of which was pointed directly at Shuoyue's throat.

"It seems that since the arrival of the spirit origin, some people have forgotten their duty as knights."

The king, clad in silver-white armor, spoke in a deep voice, staring at his master with a contemptuous gaze, as if he were sizing up an unforgivable criminal.

Cold sweat trickled down Shuoyue's temples. He subconsciously looked at the ahoge (a type of hair sticking up) and wanted to argue, but the moment his eyes fell on her, he twitched his lips and remained silent.

My king, do you want to see how much you've changed?

Golden hair as dazzling as sunlight, and dark blue eyes—no problem.

A slender body, silver-white armor—no problem.