Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Chapter 396 The Assassin Shuoyue Visits the Church

With the addition of "Black, Artoria Pendragon, Black" at the end, the situation is clear.

So, what kind of heroic spirits are the "Red" side that are opposing them? Is there any way to contend with Vlad III, the greatest hero of Romania, Siegfried, the great hero who fears no attack in the world, and King Arthur from the glorious legend?

Those who think "no" will inevitably face criticism for underestimating the Mage's Association. They are a major organization that has inherited the profound mysteries of magic passed down since ancient times. The catalysts used to pull Heroic Spirits back to the mortal world are as numerous as the stars in the sky.

One of the magicians hired by the Mage's Association, Kairi Shishikatsu, summoned the rebellious knight Mordred. She possesses strength commensurate with "Red".

Now, Lion's Claw is leading her, now in spirit form, to the mountain church in Sighisoara. Sighisoara is a city that formed in the 12th century after the arrival of the Saxons. A city that retains such a profound medieval European character is very rare even in Europe.

But for the rebellious knight Mordred, this medieval-style architecture must have been commonplace and she was already tired of it.

Mordred's curiosity about modern society was extinguished by a bucket of cold water, and she simply vanished in spirit form. Only the lion remained, walking on the canopied steps, wondering how to communicate with this unrestrained creature.

But unexpectedly, the spirit took the initiative to speak to Lion's Robbery.

"I have a request."

"Oh, what's up?"

"Buy me some clothes."

This request was truly unexpected, leaving Lion's Robbery speechless for a moment.

Why? "

"Being in spirit form always makes me feel itchy. I don't feel at ease without my own feet on the ground. And I can't go shopping during the day like this."

Indeed, as mentioned, it was impossible for her to be exposed to the public eye given her clothing and full armor. However, the reason for choosing to become a spirit was actually because of her appearance...

"Please, I believe I'm not the kind of stingy person who wouldn't even spend money on clothes."

"What a capricious fellow," Lion's Roar sighed. But it was nine in the morning; surely no clothing store would be open at this hour. The two agreed to go shopping for clothes as soon as their meeting ended.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, a rocket-shaped church came into view. Lion Robber opened the heavy door and stepped inside. He saw a young man standing in front of the altar. Judging from his lack of surprise at seeing Lion Robber, he must be one of the staff members.

"welcome."

Upon hearing this, Lion Robber gently raised his hand, a smile appearing on his face.

"This is the agreed location, and you're the one who called me here, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

Lion Robber nodded knowingly, communicating with the spirit form through causal threads as he walked through the central hall:

Are you there?

No... I can't sense it. But I have a bad feeling about it, so be careful.

Unable to sense anything, yet with a bad feeling, this answer made Lion's Robber question himself. This was because he had not yet learned that Mordred, as a clone of King Arthur, possessed the exact same skill set as his father, including, of course, his inherited intuition.

Although slightly weakened, it can still accurately sense danger.

Trusting the man, Lion Robber also became more vigilant, sitting down on the bench in front of him to observe the man closely.

This was a very special boy. He was dressed in black, close-fitting clothes and a red robe embroidered with church patterns. At first glance, he seemed unremarkable, but beneath his natural, gentle demeanor, his white, tousled hair and slightly brown skin gave the priest a mature air beyond his years.

What's even more peculiar is his golden eyes, which clearly hold a friendly smile, yet this smile is hollow. It doesn't specifically point to any particular human being, but rather to a broader and more expansive group—it is precisely because this gaze is so ethereal that it makes its owner appear compassionate and noble.

Noticing Lion's gaze, the boy smiled, the golden cross on his chest reflecting the sunlight.

"(This is a friendly greeting; to avoid any misunderstanding that this is someone's name, I've retained the Romanized spelling here for distinction.) I'm here to oversee this Holy Grail War."

I am Shizi Jieli. (Self-introduction omitted, you've already investigated, haven't you?)

"Yes, as you said."

"That's a suspicious smile," Lion's Robbery thought. The young priest had an optimistic smile on his face—not the kind of smile one would expect from someone under twenty.

Just then, Lion's Hair stood on end. The sense of crisis honed by his mercenary career prompted him to leap from the bench, using the back of the chair as cover. He pulled a short-barreled shotgun from his leather jacket, the dark muzzle moving as it locked onto a spot in the church—

Who are you?

When he saw the source of the crisis, Lion's Robbery showed a surprised expression and questioned him. Not only him, but even the priest who claimed to be the priest showed surprise and looked at the third person who had appeared in the church.

With white, tousled hair, golden eyes, and a black robe, his appearance was almost identical to that of the young priest, except that his skin was whiter and his demeanor was colder.

What made Lion Robbery even more wary than his appearance was the weapon in the mysterious young man's hand.

A moon-white blade popped out from beneath the black gun barrel, the muzzle pointed at the smiling young priest; the black blade was covered with blood-red patterns, its sharpness almost piercing through Lion's brow.

One man, with two guns, was simultaneously pointing them at the other two people in the church!

[Please make me a physical entity!]

Upon hearing this, Lion's Robbery immediately made a connection. Instantly, accompanied by the explosion of golden spiritual particles, "Red Mordred appeared." She warily observed everything before her, holding the red royal sword, protecting Lion's Robbery.

At the same time, a beautiful woman dressed in a heavy black dress appeared beside the priest. Although the decadent atmosphere of enjoying power on the throne would suit her better, when her master was threatened, this servant had to put aside her decadent nature and show her fangs to the intruder.

"Oh, this is..." Even with the unknown threat ahead, Lion's attention couldn't help but shift to the priest's follower, somewhat surprised.

"Tch, is that so... and there are two of them." Mordred stared at the black-clad empress and the black-robed youth, then looked away and moved closer to Lion's Claw.

While in the physical realm, one can acquire the class-specific ability "Presence Concealment." If "Presence Concealment" is used in spirit form, it will be undetectable unless the user enters an attack stance.

Clearly, both of them possess this skill, which is why Lion's Robbery and Mordred only realized their existence now.

Speaking of assassins, Hassan-i-Sabah has always been the one summoned in the "Fuyuki" Holy Grail War. He's part of the Old Man of the Mountain's order. So, is she, one of them, also one of them?

In the tense atmosphere, Lion's Roar instinctively made a negative assessment. The Old Man of the Mountain (Hassan) was a pure assassin, using techniques honed through physical and mental training to eliminate his targets, but the two men before him were different.

The beautiful woman in the black dress, who resembled an emperor, did not seem to be skilled in martial arts. Rather, she was more suited to murder than assassination—a single word or a glance could easily eliminate a target.

As for the young man who appeared last, the difference was even more obvious—his overly sharp eyes and his self-assured, domineering demeanor were clearly not those of an assassin, but rather those of a dignified warrior.

Finally, Mordred muttered to himself, revealing what Lion's thoughts were on his mind.

"What annoying guys."

As if hearing the whispers, the woman in the black dress curled her lips in displeasure, but the priest spoke first to the black-clad youth who had raised a gun:

"I recognize you. Could you please put down your gun?"

Upon hearing this, the young man in black robes withdrew his gaze from Mordred, lowered his pistols, and his eyes, however, carried an intimidating power that was beyond the reach of ordinary people, pointing directly at the priest.

"Really? But Mr. Shishigai probably doesn't know who I am, does he?"

Unlike Rokudo Reika, who needs to leverage external forces to gain the Black Party's approval, Shuoyue is power itself, she is authority herself.

He was well aware of his own value and importance, which is why he dared to brazenly invade the church and present such a grand gift to the Lion's Latter.

after all--

"It was you who defeated Vlad III in a direct confrontation, severely wounded him, and opened the prelude to the Holy Grail War."

Without making a sound, the priest stepped forward and bowed in respect as he explained the Lion's Robbery.

"I have long admired your name, Lord Shuoyue."

Chapter 396 The Lion's Escape, Amakusa's True Name Revealed

Chapter 397 The Lion's Escape, Amakusa's True Name Revealed

"Your Excellency Shuoyue?"

Lionheart muttered the name thoughtfully, exchanging a glance with Mordred, who shook her head slightly, indicating that she did not know such a hero.

But—regarding Vlad III, also known as Black, being severely injured, Belfebon, the head of the Summoning Department who communicated with him on behalf of the Association, once said this with a smug look:

"Although it was indeed unexpected that the Thousand World Tree summoned a Servant, that Servant has already been driven back by the messengers we sent. Therefore, the Thousand World Tree is underestimating the strength of our noble family by trying to overthrow the Clock Tower with a mere trick."

At that time, Shishigake was unaware that the Servant summoned by the Yggdrasil was Vlad III, the Grand Duke of Wallachia; nor did he know that the person who severely injured him was the black-robed youth before him.

But that makes sense. In this Holy Grail War held in Romania, there's no reason why Yggdrasil wouldn't summon a hero with extremely high domestic recognition.

Vlad the Hero, although he is very famous as the prototype of Count Dracula, is emphasized in Romania as a hero, and his popularity is almost at the highest level.

Conversely, to be able to defeat an expert of that caliber head-on, Lord Shuoyue's martial virtue is perhaps a bit too abundant...

Ah, speaking of which, is he a Servant?

If he is a Servant, then who is his Master?

"No need to flatter me." Shuoyue, of course, had no idea what Shizi Jie was thinking. He casually tossed the token bearing the Mage Association's insignia onto the bulletin board as proof of his identity, and then spoke:

"The Mage's Association has also discovered some rather powerful Heroic Spirits, right? Those old guys have gone to great lengths for the Holy Grail, so the heroes corresponding to the catalysts should be either quite famous or have strength that surpasses their fame."

“Indeed.” The priest smiled and nodded. “I can assert that he possesses the strength to rival Vlad III, and of course, Mr. Lion’s Raid is exceptionally talented.”

Despite the priest's praise, Hong remained unmoved, her beautiful face, hidden beneath her armor, furrowing slightly with tension and worry.

A powerful Heroic Spirit, quite famous, and incredibly strong, comparable to Vlad III.

Could it be... Father...

The thought instinctively popped into Mordred's mind, but he shook his head inwardly and instinctively dismissed it.

Don't worry, it's impossible... probably.

If that were to happen, needless to say, infighting would break out before the battle even begins.

Meanwhile, Shuoyue's conversation with the priest continued.

"So, Your Excellency Shuoyue, is there anything I can help you with today?"

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to, Father. Since I am the vanguard sent by the Magic Association, how can I abandon this war?"

"I see... May I ask your real name?" He said, uttering words that would be considered taboo in a normal Holy Grail War, while not forgetting to remind Shishikai Kairi.

"Ah, of course, as the last one to arrive, Mr. Shishi-kai also needs to tell her her real name, okay?"

Instantly, the atmosphere around them became discordant and hostile. She glanced at the priest and the empress beside him, then at Shuoyue, who remained silent beneath her black robe, and gave a cold snort.

Lion's Roar understood and asked the question on Mordred's behalf:

"Ah...does it really have to be made public no matter what?"

"Well, I hope you can give me a reason why I can't reveal it. This time, we're comrades. Since we've entrusted our lives to each other, wouldn't it be better to reveal our real names beforehand?"

The priest's reasoning was impeccable; nevertheless, Lion's Robbery felt strongly that forming an alliance with this and—both of them—was an extremely terrible act.

He felt a chill for no apparent reason. It was the smell of a conspiracy that could never exist in the heat of battle.

"So, what are you planning to do? By the way, I'm not willing to."