Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

...even a false peace shrouded in poison and deception.

No, it would be better to push things forward a little more... Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the mastermind behind it all, thought to himself as he strode toward the door, leaving his already terminally ill Masters behind.

The Arrogant King's Fine Wine, an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, Rank B+.

As the oldest poisoner, Semiramis's second Noble Phantasm can not only imbue various attacks with poison attributes, but also poison the air and magic itself. As long as it is a substance that can be called 'poison', this Noble Phantasm can achieve this.

—Putting the Masters of the Red Team into delusions, creating illusions that distort reason and cognition, is clearly a form of poison.

This Noble Phantasm is one of the reasons why Amakusa summoned Semiramis, and it is also the basis on which he easily commanded the great heroes as the 'leader of the Red Team'.

As he pushed open the door, the intense argument immediately interrupted Amakusa's thoughts. He looked ahead and saw his servant—a beautiful empress in a black dress—standing in front of the door, confronting a young man also dressed in black robes, neither giving an inch.

Lord Shuoyue?

An ominous premonition rose in his heart, and Amakusa quickly walked to Semiramis's side, asking with his eyes what had happened.

"You've arrived." Semiramis' tense posture relaxed slightly, but her gaze towards Shuoyue remained gloomy. "This guy has been wanting to come into the room and take a look."

Go into the room? No, absolutely not.

Amakusa immediately understood why Semiramis was so alarmed.

Whether it's the obvious poison marks in the room, the extra variable of the new moon causing the Masters to awaken, or his agile identity representing the Mage's Association, all these factors determine that this young man absolutely cannot cross this line!

"Your Excellency Shuoyue, I think you also know that it is a shameful act to break into someone else's room without permission."

"Oh, is that so?"

Faced with Amakusa's growing wariness, the young man responded with an unmoved smile.

"I just want to meet with the members sent by the Mage's Association. Is that too much to ask?"

He found out?!

Amakusa was startled and instinctively flung his hand, the Church's standard weapon, the 'Black Key,' into his grasp. At the same time, the Empress also lowered her hands, ready for battle.

"How did you know."

"Do you think the envoys sent by the association won't leave a tracking token in the hands of the client?"

As he said this, Shuoyue composed himself, and the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, in their fist-gun form, appeared in his hands. With a clear cocking sound, the two deadly weapons were immediately aimed at Amakusa and Semiramis, the master and servant duo.

"Get out of my way, or I'll take care of you myself and then rescue those poor, foolish Masters."

Under the pressure of the new moon, a battle is about to break out within the Red Team!

Chapter 404 Shakespeare Joins the Fellowship, A Burning Stirring in the Chest

Chapter 405 Shakespeare Joins the Fellowship, A Burning Stirring in the Chest

A tingling sensation ran down Amakusa's back. He knew this was not only the fear of facing a gun barrel, but also the sense of crisis that his plan was about to collapse.

Standing before them was a mysterious and powerful Servant, a dangerous assassin who nearly killed Vlad III, and an envoy sent by the Mage's Association.

Putting aside the question of whether he could defeat him, even if he did, what would Amakusa do with Sakugetsu?

He had no idea where the Master who summoned the new moon was, or whether he was watching all of this!

Amakusa was still considering his options, but his servant, Empress Semiramis, didn't have so many thoughts. From the moment Sakugetsu pointed a gun at her, Semiramis categorized him as an enemy.

Since they are enemies, they must be killed.

Her fingers, concealed beneath her exquisite robes, manipulated a poison powerful enough to kill a Servant, which seeped into the air and spread. Then, deftly bypassing her Master Amakusa, she tilted towards the new moon…

"boom!"

The gunshot shattered the church's silence, and the Empress trembled, her face showing disbelief.

In her vision, the purple mist symbolizing her poison was grazed by the bullet. They should have been unaffected, but they convulsed for a moment like a venomous snake struck at its vital spot, and then suddenly dissipated!

"Click."

The cocking sound rang out again, and the brass bullet casing fell to the ground with a crisp bounce. The young man looked at the dumbfounded master and servant, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

Without anyone noticing, his pupils had turned into a deep, iridescent blue.

"Poison is useless against me, Your Majesty."

Even concepts can be killed in the face of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

Poison was of no use to this servant.

As Amakusa realized this fact, he also realized that they had no way out.

He had been planning this for so long and seemed to have control over almost all of the Red Team's Servants, but now he was utterly powerless.

Aside from the only person he could trust, Empress Semiramis, whom he summoned himself, who else could he summon to help them banish the new moon?

Shakespeare, who spent all his time writing stories in his study? With his talent, even if you copied a hundred of him, they'd be easy prey.

As for those with exceptional strength, even if they were to take action, once the room was destroyed in the fight, would they turn their weapons on Sakugetsu, or would they target Amakusa, who controlled their Master?

There is no other choice.

Upon realizing this, Amakusa let out a sigh of relief, gestured for the Empress to step back, and then stepped forward to meet Sakugetsu's gaze with his pure eyes.

"You must have already concluded what the room looks like, Lord Shuoyue."

"Naturally, so you two don't want to make a big fuss, right?" Twirling his fist, Sakugetsu chuckled mischievously. "I'm patiently waiting for your explanation, Amakusa?"

"Then please give me some time." The young priest took a deep breath, shedding his usual disguise. As the light of the spirit shone, what appeared before Shuoyue was the savior saint who symbolized mercy and compassion.

Wearing a hunting robe interwoven with red, white, and black, and with his pale long hair tied in a ponytail, when the boy's face becomes expressionless, one can catch a glimpse of Shimabara from back then, the saint of yesteryear.

After removing the priest's black robe, this is Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the young man who led the Shimabara Rebellion, an uprising in the early Edo period.

"I……"

! ! ! "

Just as Amakusa, now back to her original appearance, was about to speak, she was interrupted by Sakugetsu. The black-robed youth put away his twin pistols and circled Amakusa, who now had an ancient appearance, again and again, making 'tsk tsk' sounds from time to time.

Finally, before Amakusa could show a puzzled expression, Sakugetsu stopped and clapped her hands.

"Yes, that's right, it feels right."

How does it feel?

"Hmm, didn't you feel it, Empress?" Shuoyue smiled at Semiramis. "Our priest is radiating a troublesome, self-satisfied aura that says things like, 'Because of this and that, humanity should be obedient and let me redeem them.'"

*Pfft.*

"Hey, that's going too far." Amakusa looked at the Empress who was turning her face away and smirking, then rubbed his forehead in annoyance, before turning to Sakugetsu. "Judging from your words, it seems you've seen someone like me before?"

“Of course, someone like you is a regular in the Holy Grail War.” Sakuyue put on an air of experience, patting Amakusa’s shoulder affectionately, as if he hadn’t just made the threat. “Oh dear, to be honest, I like your type.”

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you guys bring me a lot of fun!"

The young man in black clapped his hands and said in a loud voice, "You are like troublemakers, always stirring up this filthy world and turning it upside down. Although the outcome is unknown, the process is exciting enough!"

"You actually described me as a troublemaker..." Amakusa was stunned, but Sakugetsu's description was so incredibly apt that he couldn't find a reason to refute it. He could only mutter, "So, you've given up on being my enemy?"

"Of course!"

Shuoyue had been waiting for Amakusa to say that. He patted his chest, fully demonstrating the nature of a shrew: "You 'saints' are all like this, and that's precisely why I look forward to your outstanding performance next. After all, justice out of control is much more exciting than ordinary evil!"

With a hearty laugh of anticipation, Shuoyue indeed gave up investigating the room's problems. Instead, she turned around and strode away from Amakusa and the Empress's sight, leaving only the master and servant looking at each other in bewilderment before sighing simultaneously.

Although they had Shuoyue's support, why did they always feel like something was off...?

Shakespeare's Study

"Hahahaha... This is truly astonishing. I never expected you to be such a being."

The gaudy man, dressed in brightly colored clothes, disregarded all decorum and slammed his fist on the table, laughing loudly. Shuoyue, draped in a black robe, leaned against the doorframe and returned the smile.

"That's natural, after all, I have the right to enjoy those beautiful things—before destruction comes."

"So that's how it is. In other words, the struggle of a hypocritical saint, the competition between countless desires, and even the intersection of past, future, and present, are all dramas worth watching in your eyes!"

Shakespeare easily understood the unspoken meaning in Shuoyue's words, and his laughter grew even more excited: "As we guessed, you are indeed our pen, our brother, and the perfect actor to take our place in this story and stir up this drama!"

"You flatter me, Mr. Shakespeare."

Faced with Shakespeare's animated gestures, Shuoyue responded with a reserved smile.

After ending her confrontation with Amakusa, Sakugetsu took advantage of the fact that the Empress's Sky Garden was not yet completed and the surveillance was not strong, shielded herself from the Empress's surveillance, and went alone to Shakespeare's study.

Just as he had thought in the church, now was the time to win over this great writer to the Blue Team.

The method is quite simple—just reveal to Shakespeare some of the plans the Blue side intends to make in this Holy Grail War.

Then this great writer will jump into the pit like a rabbit seeing a carrot.

Sure enough, after Shuoyue casually mentioned some plans, Shakespeare immediately became excited.

"Interesting...very interesting! Aside from the black and red sides, the 'blue' faction, the former victors of the Holy Grail War, are ruthless killers who have mastered mysterious magic!"

His beard trembled with Shakespeare's shouts as he paced back and forth in his study, his mind pounding with bursts of inspiration. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, his piercing eyes staring straight at the new moon.

"We agree—we agree to become your members! Let us sit in the VIP seats and enjoy the opening of this grand drama!"

The moment Shakespeare announced his joining, Shuoyue felt a sudden burning sensation in his chest, sensing a connection he had established with him.

"This is……"

Chapter 405 The Dangers of the Blue Team, the Arrival of Zhen

Chapter 406 The Dangers of the Blue Faction, and the Arrival of Joan of Arc

The moment Shakespeare agreed to join the Blue Team, Shuoyue felt a burning heat on her chest.

At the same time, he noticed that someone nearby had made contact with him.

What's happening here?

As Shuoyue tore open her robe in front of Shakespeare, her face flushed and her breathing quickened as she looked up at the great English writer.

Her clothes were half undone, her face was flushed, and she was breathing rapidly...

Sabbie's breath hitched, and she stumbled back several steps, grabbing a book to cover herself.