Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The Osare family was wiped out by the New Moon long ago, and their family tree has been scattered to who knows where. How could anyone know who was in that family?

But if you answer rashly, what if Chiron is setting a trap, and that person doesn't actually know Danic at all, or even has a grudge against Danic?

But Liu Daolingxia couldn't hesitate, because he had hesitated for too long... which was also an answer.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Lord Chiron.”

In the end, Liu Daolingxia shook her head, denying Chiron's statement: "As far as I know, the Osare family does not have such a person, or perhaps it is because I was secretly raised from childhood that I do not know this elder."

This section was not in Shuoyue's original plan; this sentence was purely improvised by Liu Daolingxia.

The reason is simple: Shuoyue had told her that the Osare clan had been ostracized.

How could someone who is on good terms with Danic become an elder? Besides, why send Chiron to deliver this message?

Fiore would have to come in person to show her sincerity, right?

As expected, Chiron was momentarily stunned before giving an awkward yet polite smile.

"Is that so? Perhaps I was being presumptuous... By the way, Miss Lingxia, where is the child you brought? It's so late, we can't let her run around in the Mirenia fortress."

So you still haven't let go of your suspicions, Your Excellency the Great Sage of Greece?

Artoria sighed inwardly, already prepared to fight her way out with Lingxia.

Little Jack is still on his way back, how could we possibly call him back?

Just then, a timid voice came from the doorway.

"Um...Mom?"

Artoria perked up, Chiron turned around in surprise, and Liu Daolingxia's eyes lit up.

A child dressed in a black robe stood at the door, holding a box of materials in his hands.

"I've already gotten the materials Mom mentioned from an...uncle." Little Jack listened to Shuoyue's words in his mind and read them out word by word, "Um, is this gentleman...sir?"

“Yes, I apologize for disturbing you so late at night.” Chiron looked at Little Jack and the magic materials in her hand, and could easily recall the scene where Little Jack was called by Liu Dao Lingxia to get the materials.

It seems this attempt yielded no results.

Chiron sighed inwardly and took his leave. However, just as he reached the door, Liu Daolingxia suddenly called out to him.

Your Mightiness."

The woman in the green dress, holding little Jack, smiled and spoke frankly to Chiron:

"If you feel that the Yggdrasil race is not to your liking, then we, the Osare, welcome you."

"Please don't say such things again, Miss Lingxia." After responding in a low voice, Chiron closed the door.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Liu Daolingxia's smile gradually disappeared. Suddenly, she stumbled and fell onto the bed without regard for her composure.

"mom!"

"Lingxia, what's wrong?"

Amidst the concerned voices, Liu Daolingxia breathed a sigh of relief, only then belatedly realizing that her back was already soaked with sweat, and her legs felt weak, leaving her without the strength to even stand up.

"As expected,"

Fiore's Room

"So, the Osare clan came to our World Tree with the aim of seizing power?"

With her hands neatly folded at the base of her thighs, the disabled girl in the wheelchair listened to Chiron's report with a look of surprise.

"Yes... at least in the last part, Ms. Lingxia conveyed that meaning to me."

Chiron remained kneeling on one knee, earnestly reporting what he had seen and heard during his visit.

Naturally, the fact that he was an artificial human and the reasons for his past were concealed.

“Hmm…” Fiore pondered, “I’ve already asked, and that child did indeed ask the storeroom for some magical materials, and they’re all related to dark magic, which fits Osare’s characteristics… What do you think, Uncle?”

Upon hearing this, the man leaning against the wall stirred slightly and steadied himself. Instantly, all the light in the room focused on his robe, his cane, and his calm face.

Danic, the undisputed master of the World Tree, and the spiritual leader of the Black Faction.

"If what you said is true, I'm actually relieved."

"Uncle?"

Fiore looked up in surprise, only to find a genuine smile on Danic's face.

"The Osare clan... it seems they really don't know anything."

It's unknown who the mastermind behind it all was back then, or how far Danic Preston Yggdomerena had managed to develop the World Tree after more than a decade of operation.

"There's no need to fear the Osares's resistance. I'm only worried that they're hiding their true intentions. The venomous snakes lurking in the shadows are always the most dangerous."

As he said this, Danic cast an approving glance at Chiron.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. You have made Osare's intentions clear to us. Now we can focus all our efforts on dealing with the Mage Association's difficulties."

"Uncle, Uncle? Is it Miss Liu Daolingxia and the others...?"

“It’s alright, Fiore,” Danic said with a smile, interrupting the heir.

"You should know that with me and the Thousand World Tree with you, there is no need to fear any challenge. The mere Osare is nothing to be afraid of."

With targeted planning, even if the Osare clan wanted to turn a member of their family, they would have no way to do so.

Danic, so full of confidence, overlooked how extraordinary Lingxia was, and how dangerous and cunning Shuoyue was, standing behind her.

What he wanted to see was nothing more than what Shuoyue wanted him to see. Everything that the head of the Thousand Worlds Tree family did was nothing more than what Shuoyue wanted him to do.

He was like a chess piece on a chessboard, completely misled by Liu Daolingxia's every move, unaware that the real player was extending a finger, pushing him little by little toward the edge of the cliff.

After all—who says that the only way to overthrow the World Tree is to win over different forces and overthrow Danic's throne in a political game?

Aren't these Servants, who transcend reality and subvert cognition, the best weapons in the fight?

Chapter 403 Coercion from the New Moon

Chapter 404 Coercion from the New Moon

Stars, moon, night.

In the distance, crows rose, cawing hoarsely, and then fluttered away.

The air was fresh and still, and drops of sunlight fell on the asphalt road, guardrails, and sparse traffic, giving this vast world a sense of security for the existence of civilization.

However, if drivers are aware of this while driving at night, they can focus their gaze on the directional highway signs and take some time to adjust to the darkness to make out the outlines of the signs.

A chilly night breeze stirred the black robes, and within the silhouette that burned silently like a black flame, a pair of golden eyes gleamed. The young man reached up and removed his hood, revealing short white hair like the cold frost of the night. He gazed at the faint horizon, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly sighed:

"I didn't expect things to turn so unpredictable so soon..."

Starting with the awakening and escape of the android 'Zig', the war's pace accelerated. The red and black sides were no longer simply probing each other, but began to deploy troops and launch round after round of attacks.

For example, there's the Crimson One, who is still charging towards the Black Fortress; or the 'Hanging Garden' that Empress Semiramis is about to complete; or... Jeanne d'Arc, the Arbiter who descended due to the anomalies of this Holy Grail War and now holds absolute command over the Servants.

At this very moment, the new moon was blowing cold winds, and it waited quietly on the Transylvanian Highway, the only national highway leading to Tulifas.

The original plan was to lay out preparations here after finishing the exploration of the Greater Grail, in preparation for Jeanne d'Arc's arrival tomorrow night... But obviously, due to Chiron's intrusion, the new moon's magic power has been completely drained, and it will probably take a long time to recover.

The plan to lay an ambush in advance was unfortunately terminated, but it was not without its gains—the sixth guide, Lingxia, who was the first to discover and entrust the android to Astolfo, had already stepped into the very center of the undercurrents in the Black Faction, and no matter what happened, she had the convenience and right to get involved.

On the other hand, his team, the 'Red Team'...

As Shuoyue moved in spirit form, she gave a bitter smile to herself.

Perhaps because he himself was the 'behind-the-scenes manipulator,' Amakusa and the Empress were unusually wary of him. Even when he deliberately exposed himself to the familiar's sight, Amakusa showed no intention of sending him a message, as if she had completely forgotten about Sakugetsu.

Was my joining method too radical...? No, if it weren't for that, Amakusa would never have agreed to my joining.

In the blink of an eye, Shuoyue reached a conclusion.

Since we're going to be radical, let's carry this style through to the end.

As she approached the spiritual vein, Shuoyue accelerated the recovery of her magic power, her golden eyes shining like stars.

Next, he was about to do something adventurous.

One of the seven magicians chosen by the Clock Tower to defeat Yggdrasilia—a supervising priest sent by the Church of Sanctuary—was kneeling respectfully before the other five.

Just like between kings, they were far apart. Moreover, a thin curtain was drawn in front of the five of them, obscuring their view; only their silhouettes could be vaguely seen.

Report."

He reported eloquently to the door behind the thin curtain: "...The battle situation is entirely in our favor. Five of the enemy's seven have been defeated, while all seven of ours are still alive. The escapees have also been captured. Please give your instructions."

Amakusa's words were utterly absurd; anyone who heard them would want to laugh, right? However, not long after, the Masters of the Red Team began to chuckle incoherently.

"Kill them, kill them, kill them! We'll keep the head, and the body can be given to the wild dogs. The rotting entrails are useless; the head is all we need for the bounty."

No one considered whose head it was, nor did anyone bother to clarify how they had defeated the enemy. Immersed in a false victory, Amakusa pressed his advantage, speaking up:

"Understood. By the way, have you all considered my suggestion?"

Silence fell on the other side of the curtains. Unlike the last time when she was loudly rejected, this time there seemed to be more room for consideration.

“We trust you. But there’s no need for that. As Masters, we must command our Servants.”

"I will take on this task; there's no need to worry."

So, it's unnecessary then?

This issue involves emotions that have never been present before, and Amakusa did not overlook this point.

Cowardice, or rather, a sense of war-weariness, and the comfort of entrusting responsibility to others—

"of course."

Hearing Amakusa's firm words, whispers began to circulate on the other side of the curtain. The white-haired priest remained kneeling, awaiting instructions.

"No, that's too dangerous. For safety's sake, it's better to spread out."

"understood."

“For safety’s sake,” they said. After all, it wasn’t something that could be handed over to someone else. But without a reason, they couldn’t refuse the suggestion. Their common sense was on the verge of collapse; they just needed to push a little harder, Amakusa Shiro deduced.

"Then I shall take my leave. Please continue your conversation."

Amakusa bowed and rose to leave. The Masters, hidden behind the curtains, immediately began chatting. Even skilled magicians, without a human side, cannot truly integrate into the world. Rambling about magic and life experiences, they genuinely enjoyed peace.