Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"If that's the case, your talent far exceeds my expectations."

"It's just that others planted the trees." Faced with Karna's praise, Shuoyue could only smile wryly.

Their conversation came to an end, as they had arrived at their destination, the place where Shuoyue had arrived ahead of time but had to retreat due to a lack of magic power.

"Now, all we have to do is wait."

The smoke and fire landed on the sign, and Karna gazed at the sparse traffic, then suddenly looked at the new moon.

"It will probably take some time before we reach our goal. In the meantime, let's have a few rounds of practice."

A chance to face off against Little Sun?

Shuoyue was taken aback for a moment, then readily agreed.

"it is good."

"Joan of Arc embodied her kindness, humility, integrity, and purity in her unwavering beliefs. That was her entirety." — So said a theologian.

A torch ignited the pile of firewood beneath her. Flames slowly licked at her feet. Before the searing pain could strike, the blonde girl opened her eyes, jolting awake from a fleeting dream.

The truck swayed, and in the darkness, the girl's pupils shone like amethyst.

"Oh, are you awake, little girl?"

"Yes, sir, approximately how much longer until we reach Tulifas?"

"Hmm—almost there, we'll arrive after crossing this highway."

"Is that so? Thank you, sir."

After a polite thank you, the young woman—who was also the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc—sat upright in her seat, still immersed in the afterglow of her dream.

Almost everyone knows Joan of Arc's fate, as well as her struggles and fights.

And no one knew this better than Joan of Arc herself.

She is the one who raises the sword, she is the one who dons the armor, she is the one who carries the flag representing the glory of the nation, she is the one who commands the iron cavalry at the forefront, and she is the one who begins her military career.

If she had ignored those fearful voices, if she had turned her back on the soldiers' dying lamentations, perhaps she would have lived a happy life as an ordinary woman, perhaps she would have married and lived a happy life as a wife and mother.

However, she cast this happiness aside.

Therefore, she had known and was prepared for it all along. Her efforts only meant that she would eventually face this fate. Although many people cursed her as a fool and mocked her stupidity.

But this will save more lives! I've chosen the right path!

The saint has been shouting this all along, both then and now.

However, just as depicted in the dream—her visions of the past and future vanished with the arrival of an incredibly cruel reality, the surrounding flames consumed her, and she turned to ashes in prayer.

This was her final prayer, her sacrifice. Even if everyone in the world blamed her and betrayed her, she was certain in her last moments that she had not betrayed herself.

There was no regret, no hope for the future. In the end, she will find peace.

Lord, I entrust myself to you...

Her last conscious thoughts faded, and in the final moments of her life, she finally escaped her torment. Her dreamless sleep ended, leaving only reality. But it was far from over. In the place where a young girl's dreams had vanished like bubbles, the legend of Joan of Arc began to circulate.

However, for Joan of Arc, this can hardly be called a legend; at best, it is just a slightly dramatic story of a weak woman.

Even things like the math books scattered around her were things that troubled Joan of Arc.

But why are those past memories reappearing in her dreams?

"Are you reading my past, my life?" the girl murmured to herself, huddled in the corner of the truck. "Leticia..."

Leticia, that is the name of the girl to whom the heroic spirit of Jeanne d'Arc Dalque resides.

Because this Holy Grail War, also known as the Holy Grail War, was too abnormal, the fifteenth Servant, who served as a neutral mediator, needed a vessel to descend into the mortal world. Leticia's own consciousness was still intact, but she entered the inner side when Jeanne descended and agreed to Jeanne's use of her body.

Of course, Leticia is protected by the rules, and even if she dies in battle, she will be teleported to a safe place.

Because she was possessed, Joan of Arc could not become a spirit and needed to eat and sleep.

The sleeping Leticia naturally did not respond to Joan of Arc's mutterings, and Joan of Arc was merely talking to herself. She sighed with some melancholy, her amethyst-like eyes gazing at the ever-approaching Romania.

This extraordinary method is necessary to manifest the Holy Grail War—the anomaly of this Holy Grail War is far too serious.

What worries her even more is that, since just now, her A-rank innate skill [Revelation] has been sending her warnings. This ability, which applies to all matters related to achieving a goal, is trembling with unease because of something that is about to happen.

Nearly.

closer.

--coming!

In the distant distance, amidst the faint glow of car headlights, Joan of Arc's alarm bells rang out sharply.

With her exceptional ability to locate enemies, Jeanne d'Arc detected traces of Servants several kilometers away.

"Please pull over to the side of the road!"

"Huh? What happened..."

"Please wait until it's light before you drive. I'll walk from here, it'll be fine."

Using her powers to force the old man to understand, and then leaving with a farewell, Joan of Arc grabbed her bag and ran as fast as she could. Perhaps Zhang had set up a barrier to repel outsiders; after several kilometers, not only were there no vehicles, but even the scent of animals had vanished.

Setting down her bag, she immediately transformed back into her original battle attire. Armor woven from magic enveloped her entire body.

Revelation was still screaming, as if the situation was more urgent than she had imagined.

Those who were summoned gradually developed a fighting spirit.

As a Servant summoned by the 'Holy Grail War' itself, Jeanne d'Arc is confident that she possesses strength that is second to none.

Transforming into a brilliant shooting star, the Saintess of Orleans sped through the night, breaking through the barrier and continuing her advance.

For a saintess who has been through many battles, even if enemies come to attack, it's nothing more than meeting them head-on... wait, wait...

When the servant's spiritual senses detected the scene ahead, the imposing saintess suddenly stopped in her tracks, blinked, and her eyes, which had been burning with fighting spirit, gradually cooled, eventually turning into confusion and bewilderment... She even looked somewhat adorable.

Gazing at the two fiercely battling ahead, the saintess, holding the flag, stared blankly for a long time before finally tilting her head in surprise.

Am I... too early?

If we were to use a classic line to express our Saintess's current bewildered state, it would be—

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu.

For details on Karna's fist techniques, please refer to Christmas Karna's anti-personnel Noble Phantasm 'Saint's Continuous Fists', which is said to have a punching speed that surpasses the speed of light.

Chapter 407 Unable to ascertain the real name?!

Chapter 408 Unable to ascertain the real name?!

His robes were stained with flames, and his golden spear gleamed.

Bullets flew everywhere, and gun blades gleamed.

The surrounding area had already been transformed by magic to disperse the onlookers, and the heavens and the night itself had become an arena for the two martial artists to spar, creating a magnificent and awe-inspiring spectacle.

A white-haired, golden-armored man with an emotionless face raised his hand, and a fireball the size of a face instantly formed, hurtling towards the dark figure in front of him. Meanwhile, a magic bullet was fired; the projectile, engraved with mysterious patterns, collided with the fireball, exploding into a dazzling yet dangerous shockwave.

With his black robe billowing, the equally white-haired youth grinned, tossed aside his fist gun, and drew his black and white twin swords. In an instant, he unleashed dozens of strikes, the clear light continuously parting the waves of fire, attacking forward with unparalleled ferocity!

"boom!"

The Undying Blade trembled slightly, rising precisely to intercept the menacing twin blades. This Noble Phantasm, originally a divine bow bestowed upon Karna by Rama the Axe-Bearer, even after its class was transformed into a golden spear, still possessed destructive power equivalent to A-rank, capable of even piercing Siegfried's Dragonblood Armor.

However, despite the ongoing battle, the young man's black robe has not been torn.

"How about it, Jia... no, yo." The young man was full of vigor.

"Your martial arts skills need no one's judgment; you only need to hold your head high and move forward." The man with crimson eyeshadow smiled faintly, seemingly satisfied with this 'warm-up'.

Only then did the shockwaves from the battle reach them from afar, ruffling Joan of Arc's golden hair. The girl still had her mouth slightly open, looking at the two men who were clearly fighting but were chatting and laughing, and then at the holy banner in her hand, with an expression of existential doubt.

What use would I have for this holy banner?

Revelation clearly senses that someone is trying to harm me, but why are the two Servants it points to fighting and completely ignoring me?

Is the Lord deceiving me? No, that's impossible. There must be something wrong with these two... Wait!

Joan of Arc opened her amethyst eyes wide in disbelief.

I can only recognize one of them as Karna, the son of the sun god Surya, the red side... but who is the other one?

Why can't I see the real name of the golden-eyed youth he fought?!

The revelation is not wrong; the problem lies with this person!

The confident young lady felt she had found the answer. She pouted, took a heavy step forward, but then shrank back.

No, calm down, Joan of Arc, stay calm... What if they really are fighting?

As the arbiter, that is, the referee of this Holy Grail War, she cannot interfere in the battle between Servants... well, in principle.

If I were to rashly interrupt their fight, I would be disobedient.

For a moment, this naive and somewhat simple-minded girl was caught in a dilemma. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but she finally made up her mind and mustered up her courage to speak:

"You two..."

The girl's clear voice had barely begun when it was interrupted.

"Wait a minute." Shuoyue was busy exchanging martial arts experiences with Karna, and waved her hand impatiently when she heard this. "Wait until we finish talking."

He had already discovered this Saintly Maiden, otherwise he wouldn't have changed his address for Karna at the last minute—after all, if Joan of Arc arrived, the Reds were probably not far off.

oh."

Joan of Arc responded blankly, and after realizing what she had said, she was stunned for a moment.

Wait, why am I listening to him like this?

Ignoring the judge who should be the target, Shuoyue and Karna continued their conversation.

"Having studied for less than a year, you have mastered martial arts techniques of different styles and schools to this extent. Even if these are all gifts from others, your comprehension is truly astonishing."

"Is that so? Thank you for the compliment." Shuoyue nodded. Although the praise came from someone at the pinnacle of martial arts, there was no joy on his face. "It's just a pity that I still feel like I'm rowing against the current. Although I'm not going to fall behind, I'm still worried about the progress."

Why are you so eager to improve yourself? What are you worried about, no, what are you afraid of, sir...?

Although Karna could see through people's hearts, he was not a fool. He could tell that Shuoyue did not want to say more, so he nodded lightly and let the matter pass: "Then let's deal with the important matters."