Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Mordred's words traveled along the causal path.

"I agree. But why?"

intuition."

"Your intuition is really accurate. Okay, it's decided."

Lion Robber picked up the file containing the information from the table, turned his back to the two men, and walked toward the central hall.

"Oh dear, where are you going?"

"Ah, we can go wherever we want. Luckily, mine is fine, so going alone isn't a big problem."

He is considered the best among the seven, and in terms of skill and attack power, the chance of defeat is very low no matter which one he fights.

"Hmm, so you're saying you're not planning to form a united front?"

"Aren't all six of you here? Besides, you said yourself that you're quite outstanding, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

After Lion's Roar finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive. Mordred's body trembled, and with a crisp clanging of armor, she picked up the Crimson King Sword and stood behind Lion's Roar, her fierce expression intimidating like that of a lion.

What's going on here?

As Lion Robbery thought this, he suddenly sniffed.

In the well-ventilated church, he suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance.

A strange smell...

Lost in thought, Lion's Roar heard the black-robed youth speak.

"Since Red and her Master want to leave, we can't force them, right? ▉▉"

What words did the young man utter? Lion's Robbery wondered groggily, then heard the priest's solemn voice answer:

Then let's listen to Lord Shuoyue's words. Mr. Lion's Robbery, I will provide you with [services] regularly. Originally, you were supposed to be by my side...

"Hurry up and go!"

Mordred's body trembled, as if he had been freed from some kind of shackle, and he strode away from the church after grabbing Lion's Robbery.

Leaving the church, Xiao Mo was still not satisfied, so she started running on Lion Robbery. Her speed was comparable to that of a flying car. Lion Robbery, who was still a little dazed, was only able to recover from his hangover-like confusion after his mouth was filled with clear air.

"What...what's wrong with me?"

"Who knows!" the swift follower replied rudely. "You just stand there like a dumb goose, not responding when I call you—but that makes sense, ordinary people really aren't suited to be between those two, even I couldn't help but shudder!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense! My awareness is no less than yours!" The hangover was over, but the excessive jolting started to hit again. Lion Robber struggled and finally avoided an embarrassing ending before reaching the street.

Are there pursuers behind us?

"No, but she might manifest as a spirit and track us, so don't let your guard down. If she dares to attack, I'll kill her instantly!"

"Her? And what about Lady Shuoyue?"

"Even if that guy does something like this, he won't let me go in the end. He'll fight me fair and square!" Needless to say, this was Xiao Mo's intuition.

"As for that woman, she's most likely 'Red.' I sense the same aura from her as my mother. It would be fine if she betrayed us. But I have a feeling that I might not even realize I've been betrayed until the very end, and end up dead in the wilderness!"

Mordred's mother—needless to say—was Morgana, King Arthur's older sister. She was a magician on par with Merlin, and it was she who instigated Mordred to usurp the throne and overthrow King Arthur.

Since she is said to be "the same as the Empress Dowager," this person must be an unfathomable schemer.

"In short, it's best to stay away from them."

Lion Robber leaned against the wall for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

Compared to this…

"What? Oh, I'll go buy the clothes later."

"No, that's not it! Although that's also important... well, how should I put it? I don't flatter villains, which makes me feel at ease. Just a little bit, oh? I'm just a little bit, at ease."

Mordred uttered the word of praise with a slight hesitation. It seemed that there were many advantages to refusing their suggestion, Lion's Robbery thought to himself.

Of course, this is all predicated on trusting yourself.

"Thank you very much. Next, we're heading to Tulifas. In the worst-case scenario, we might have to fight against everyone. Is that alright?"

After hearing Lion's words, he loudly announced:

"Leave it to me. I, Mordred, am the only knight who surpasses even my father!"

"I see," Lion's Claw realized to himself. It seemed that the summoning process truly did choose a Heroic Spirit whose spirit was similar to the summoner's; she and he were indeed very similar.

In particular, the point of being overconfident.

Inside the church.

Hong and her companions have left, leaving only three people in the church.

The priest stood respectfully in the center, the empress in a black dress, and the young man in a black robe with his arm draped over the back of the chair, exuding elegance and confidence.

"Put away your poison, Empress of Assyria, your poison is useless against me."

In front of Hong, Shuoyue waved her hand in front of her nose, looking like she couldn't stand it: "And it's too sweet, unfortunately I don't like this flavor."

"Oh? It seems I need to personally prepare a suitable flavor for you." The languid beauty known as the 'Assyrian Empress' covered her lips and chuckled, a cold, eerie light flashing deep within her snake-like pupils.

Beside her, the priest, who appeared both innocent and mature, had lost his smile.

Even when faced with Hong's threats, even when staring directly at the deadly blade, his face maintained a calm smile. However, after Shuoyue uttered that name, his face completely vanished, as if he had donned a cold mask, or perhaps…

"Has the mask of hypocrisy finally been removed?" It was the black-robed youth's turn to smile. He sat with an air of superiority, completely unconcerned that he was deep in enemy territory, and the fig leaf was being peeled away bit by bit. "The loser of the Third Holy Grail War, the rule-breaker, and the priest of the Holy Church sixty years later, ah, how interesting. After all, I've done such things before."

Shuoyue stood up and, as if inviting a dance partner, gracefully bowed to the self-proclaimed priest.

White hair to white hair, golden eyes to golden eyes, even the fervor in their eyes was remarkably similar.

"Hello, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada."

He said with a smile:

"I am Shuoyue, nice to meet you."

The original storyline didn't show this scene clearly. In fact, the moment Shishiga arrived at the church, the Empress tried to control his mind with poison and make him submit to Amakusa. However, Mordred's intuition sensed the danger and she took the initiative to appear and protect him. In addition, Shishiga believed that Mordred left decisively, so he didn't end up like the other red master.

I made some changes, so it will be different from the original plot.

Chapter 397: With Sabbie around, the background music always turns upbeat.

Chapter 398: With Sabbie around, the background music always turns upbeat.

For the residents of Sighishwara, this may have been an ordinary day. They would wake up in the bright morning, go about their daily routines, and enjoy the beautiful scenery until the moon and stars were out, when they would lie in bed, close their eyes, and end their countdown to the passing of time.

They have no idea that in the church standing silently on the hillside, a meeting is unfolding that will change the present and the future.

Are you a follower?

The white-haired, golden-eyed figure, or rather, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, gazed intently at the new moon and asked a serious question.

With the revelation of the new moon, his identity was no longer a secret: during the Third Holy Grail War, the Einzbern family possessed two cheat methods, one being the ability to summon the theoretically most destructive class, and the other being a more tactical class.

In the process, Einzbern chose the latter, and summoned the young Amakusa Shiro Tokisada before them.

As a Servant, Amakusa Shirou is not powerful, but the ability 'True Name Vision' granted to him by his class still gives Ai-i a great advantage in the intelligence war, and the possibility of victory is quite high... It's just a pity that Danik, the head of the Yggdrasil family, led the Nazi invasion and took the Holy Grail, and that war ended inconclusively.

However, before the Greater Grail was taken away, Amakusa came into contact with it, underwent physical transformation, and gained a human body. The supervisor of that battle, Kotomine Risei, then secretly brought this 'saint' into the Holy Church, making him a priest of the Eighth Secret Society. Taking advantage of his position, Amakusa collected relics in the Middle East, preparing for the reappearance of the Greater Grail for a full sixty years.

And all of this was for his wish—

Looking at Amakusa, Sakugetsu did not reveal his final secret. The secrets he had revealed before were all traceable, but Amakusa's wish... was not something that could be said directly.

Just like placing chips on a scale, the new moon cannot be placed too little so as not to gain the red side's approval, nor can it be too much, forcing the red side to turn the knife against itself.

Balance is the most important thing.

"You mean why 'True Name Vision' can't get my detailed information, right?" Sakugetsu answered Amakusa's question with a rhetorical question, "Just like 'Red Mordred'?"

"Mordred...the rebellious knight?" The woman in the black dress beside Amakusa was taken aback, but quickly realized what was going on after Sakugetsu's deliberate revelation. "So Red is the son of King Arthur, the traitor who overthrew Britain?"

"Mordred's mother is the vixen Morgan, I see. So you, like Red, have the skill to hide information."

Amakusa stared intently at Sakugetsu, as if pondering what else he might know, but Sakugetsu, prepared in advance, cut him off.

"Don't try to ask me where I come from or what I know. I'm just an employee of the Mage's Association. All you need to know is that I have only one goal—to help the Mage's Association defeat the Yggdrasil and win the victory."

By throwing out so many chips and creating such a tense first encounter, Shuoyue's intentions, personality, and behavior patterns have been laid bare before Hongfang.

Would Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the unsung 'leader' of the Red Team, accept such a person?

Silence slowly flowed through the church. Amakusa's expression shifted, and finally, he sighed and took the lead in backing down.

"The Red Team wouldn't refuse such a powerful Servant, but I'm sorry, because of your unusual background, we lack the necessary trust, and regarding intelligence..."

"Ah, I understand." Shuoyue stood up, shook hands with Amakusa with a smile, "I'll take care of the intelligence. I don't usually pay much attention to you guys, just call me when you need to fight."

"Well then, it's a pleasure to work with you, Lord Shuoyue. By the way, what is your class?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then, may I ask you about your relationship with the Hassans..."

It was clear that Amakusa wanted to communicate further with Sakugetsu, but unfortunately, as the church doors were slammed open, someone barged in rudely.

It was a flamboyant man, dressed in a dashing medieval European style, who staggered through the nave, spreading his arms wide and shouting to the sky:

A horse! A horse! I'll trade my kingdom for a horse!

Faced with this uninvited man, both Amakusa and the Empress remained silent, while only the black-robed youth who had just gained recognition curled his lips and spoke with a joyful tone.

"Oh, here you are! Sabi... no, Shakespeare!"

Perhaps it was because he had received Amakusa's permission that he no longer needed to pretend; or perhaps it was because he had relinquished his fighting stance that this was the true nature of the person named 'Shuoyue'. The black-robed youth smiled as he stepped forward, bowing exaggeratedly and comically to the flamboyant man in front of him.

"Step back, my king, let me help you onto your horse."

"Oh, so there are still people in this era who understand us!" The flamboyant man praised in a moved tone, then enthusiastically picked up Shuoyue's lines, speaking in a tone just like the ugly and arrogant Richard III himself.

“You lackey! I’ve already gambled my life on this; I’d rather go all in and settle things once and for all. I thought there were six Richmonds on the battlefield; today I’ve killed five, but not him—”

Finally, Shuoyue stood up, exchanged a smile with the flamboyant man, and together they uttered their final words:

"A horse! A horse! I'll trade my throne for a horse!"

This impromptu, flawless performance was so breathtaking that the two onlookers remained speechless for a long time, until the two lunatics burst into laughter and embraced each other as if they had known each other for ages, before they finally came to their senses. Amakusa swallowed hard and stammered: