Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

This is just a skirmish that has escalated. The reason why Sakumo and Artoria came here is simply to demonstrate their methods to both the Black and Red factions.

The clash of their Noble Phantasms just now was enough.

"Please wait a moment, sir... Mr. Shuoyue!"

Joan of Arc tried to stop her, but Shuoyue simply withdrew her hand, glanced at her, and then smiled slightly.

See you later.

With the Red Team present, now is not the time to communicate with Joan of Arc.

With a flick of his black robe, the young man vanished as well.

Under the pale purple sky that heralded the dawn, Joan of Arc maintained her outstretched hand gesture, gazing thoughtfully at the spot where the new moon had disappeared.

She still had many questions for Shuoyue, such as why she couldn't figure out his job title, why he chose to stand on the red team, and so on...

Pay attention to him; he will be the key to this Holy Grail War.

"What exactly does the revelation mean to me..." the blonde girl murmured, her eyes filled with confusion.

Chapter 413 A lull in the war, Chiron's wish

Chapter 414 A lull in the war, Chiron's wish

As dawn broke, Shuoyue and Karna successfully returned to the church.

"You two have done well." The white-haired priest had been waiting in front of the pulpit. Faced with his praise, he nodded calmly and took his leave. Shuoyue also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Amakusa.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Sakugetsu. I would like to exchange some intelligence about the enemy with you." Amakusa smiled gently, clearly having also witnessed the entire battle through his surveillance technique.

The silver-haired swordsman who fought Karna needs no introduction, but the fact that 'Red' could fight him and hold his own makes even Amakusa and the Empress puzzled.

"May I ask, when you were fighting him/her, were you able to clearly see his/her true appearance?"

Naturally, the new moon shook its head.

"As you all saw, that guy has a treasure that can control the wind. Even if I could take it, this Black One wouldn't give me the chance."

"Ah... I knew it." Amakusa muttered to himself before turning to discuss the only thing about his ahoge that was visible and had a certain degree of recognizability—his weapon.

"During your battle with 'Black,' did his/her weapon produce any special effects?"

Shuoyue shook her head again.

"No, our battle was purely a clash of martial arts and strength. I don't believe her weapon was an ability enhancement."

“I see… Actually, I discussed this with you before.” Amakusa was referring to the Empress he had summoned. “This spear contains a strong aura of curse. At first, we suspected it was Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the ‘Radiant One’ of the Fiona Knights, or Cú Chulainn, the ‘Child of Light’ of the Red Branch Knights, but…”

"However, they all appeared in the subspecies Holy Grail War and left records in the Church."

The Empress emerged gracefully from the shadows, continuing Amakusa's words: "Moreover, that one possesses a Noble Phantasm that can manipulate wind, meaning he/she is not one of the two people we guessed. By the way, how is his/her martial arts skill? What are their stats?"

For some reason, Amakusa Shirou, who possessed the ability to see through true names, was unable to discern the data of "Black"—yes, the same was true for Joan of Arc, except that at that time her mind was entirely focused on Sakugetsu, neglecting Artoria, who was fighting him.

In any Holy Grail War, intelligence is crucial. Therefore, Amakusa and the Empress had no choice but to seek help from Sakugetsu, hoping that he could provide some general data through the battle.

"Her martial arts skills are no weaker than mine, and her stats are also quite excellent..." Naturally, Shuoyue would not reveal all of Artoria's information, but in order to gain people's trust, he still revealed one of her attributes.

"Moreover, it's at least an A in agility."

As an A-rank agility, it's not too surprising, but it also proves that the enemy assassins are no mediocre.

Amakusa silently noted down this information, then turned to look at the Empress: "Did you come to see me at this time because you need something?"

"Hmm." The Empress nodded crisply. "My pigeons told me that we have crossed the Black faction's warning line and are moving closer to the Mirenia fortress."

"Is that so?" Amakusa paused slightly, then turned to look at Sakuzuki. "It seems I'll have to trouble you again."

The Black side would never let the lone 'Red' go, and the Red side would never sit idly by and watch their Servant fall into enemy hands. In other words, a battle was almost inevitable.

Although Amakusa had sent a message to the group that was outside the main group, he judged that Shishigaki and Mordred would never get involved in this battle.

With its considerable combat power and high mobility, Shuoyue will naturally replace 'Hong' and be deployed to the battlefield.

In response to Amakusa's request, Sakuzuki replied with a confident smile.

"I told you long ago—I would welcome every battle."

Meanwhile, Liu Daolingxia, who had returned to the fortress, was also asked about information regarding the new moon after receiving praise from Vlad III and Danic.

The other Masters had already departed. In the ancient and dark King's Chamber, Rokudou Reika respectfully lowered her eyes and handed over the information about the new moon to the two leaders.

"Using two fist-guns as his main weapons, he possesses considerable skill in magic and seems to be able to see through weaknesses..."

Unlike Shuoyue, Liudao Lingxia does not have the initiative on the black side. Therefore, Shuoyue specifically instructed Liudao Lingxia to expose more information in order to gain Danic's further trust.

"I see. Your magical skills and ability to see through weaknesses are quite impressive. No wonder you were able to discover the Grand Duke's skill characteristics."

Danic pondered for a long time, then looked up, his eyes clearly showing appreciation and approval as he gazed at Director Lingxia.

“Well done, Liu Daolingxia. You did not disgrace the Osare Clan or the Thousand World Tree.”

"Not at all, it's what I should do." The beautiful woman still looked harmless, nodded gently, and left the royal chamber after receiving Danic's permission.

For Liu Daolingxia, what she wants to do most right now is probably to go to her room and meet her beloved daughter.

Before the war officially broke out, the Master and his Servants in the city of Millenia had very limited free time, and everyone lived out their precious time as they pleased.

Is it okay to put it here?

"Okay, thank you."

After confirming the medicinal soup and powder that had been brought to soothe her foot pain, Fiore drank it all in one gulp. The bitter taste made her wrinkle her little face, but just then, a piece of candy appeared in front of her.

"Thanks,."

She gratefully accepted it, tore open the packaging, and put it in her mouth. As the sweetness slowly melted in her mouth, Fiore looked at Chiron's gentle smile and suddenly remembered that she hadn't asked that important question yet.

"Well, speaking of which, I haven't asked you specifically about your wish yet."

"A wish entrusted to the Holy Grail... It would be a lie to say there isn't one."

With a face full of confusion and unable to speak, the gentle sage must have been worried that if he expressed his wish, it might cause infighting.

Fiore, who had already developed a certain understanding with the Servant, shook her head back and forth, denying his unease.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. As your parent, shouldn't I naturally prioritize your wishes?"

“Thank you very much. Then, please don’t just laugh off my wish.” Chiron lowered his head slightly embarrassed and said his wish, “It is a wish full of selfish desires… I want to reclaim what I entrusted to God.”

"Something stored with God? Could it be that it is..."

"Yes, it's the 'immortality' I entrusted to Prometheus. I ask him to return it to me. That's my wish."

When Fiore summoned Chiron, she naturally investigated his legends in detail, including his controversial birth and his teachings to heroes. Chiron left behind many legends, the most famous of which are the strange tales surrounding him before he became Sagittarius.

Caught in the conflict between the great hero Hercules and his centaurs, he was accidentally struck in the knee by a Hydra poison arrow shot by Hercules.

Because he was immortal, he could not die. However, Chiron, tormented by the poison, eventually entrusted his immortality to Zeus, who then transferred it to Prometheus. Chiron finally found peace. Zeus, reluctant to let him go, allowed him to ascend to the heavens. It is said that this is the constellation Sagittarius hanging in the southern sky.

“It’s not that I’m unwilling to die. But my agelessness is a gift from my parents. If I were to abandon it, I wouldn’t be a true Chiron.” The man quietly expressed his love for his parents.

“But you—” Fiore realized she had misspoke and hurriedly shut her mouth; if she continued, it would be an insult to him.

According to legend, Chiron's father, Cronus, the god of the earth and agriculture, transformed into a horse and mated with his mother, the goddess Philyra. Philyra then gave birth to Chiron. However, upon seeing Chiron's human upper body and horse lower body, she was filled with sorrow and transformed into a linden tree.

In other words, Chiron's parents never showed him any love from the start. He probably understood this better than anyone else.

Chiron remained calm in the face of his Master's hesitation.

"Indeed, I wasn't loved by my parents. But I still want to reclaim that thing that's like proof of my bloodline; I can't deny that it's selfish. After all, even if I were to recover and live again, it wouldn't make a difference now. However, even so—"

Suddenly, Fiore understood what he hadn't finished saying.

Even so, for Chiron, it was still a weak bond with his parents.

My desire was undoubtedly selfish, because I only wanted to use the Holy Grail to 'heal my feet.'

Fiore Fulvig Yggdomirenia's legs are immobile because her magic circuits are congenitally distorted. As a result, her leg functions have completely ceased, and she is sometimes subjected to unbearable pain. Even though she has studied ergonomics and necromancy and mastered the technology to replace her legs, she cannot escape the human longing for walking on two feet.

Of course, treatment is possible. But that would require removing the magic circuits from her feet, which would mean giving up living as a magician.

However, as the heir of the Fulvig family, he cannot and does not want to give up magic.

Therefore, we can only place our hopes on the miracle of the Holy Grail. To regain the function of my legs while maintaining my magic circuits, and to stand on the earth as a magician... what a luxurious wish that is.

"I see. Because they didn't want to sacrifice either side, they had no choice but to hope for a miracle."

Seemingly sensing his Master's shame, Chiron shook his head with a smile.

"Whether it's abandoning the heaviness of magic or the joy of stepping on the earth, I can understand it. There's nothing shameful about it, and there's no need to tremble with shame."

“Thank you, Chiron.” With a slight blush, Fiore turned her head shyly and saw through the glass window that on the lawn of the castle garden, a servant dressed in a pure white wedding gown was handing a small flower to her dear brother.

Here's a little flower for you.jpg

A gentle breeze stirred, and petals plucked by Frankenstein fluttered and swirled in the air. The berserker, sitting obediently in the center of the flowers, looked up, his pure white wedding dress slightly lifted, revealing a childlike gleam in his golden-blue heterochromatic eyes.

Ah, it seems that Corles gets along quite well with his servant.

Feeling doubly reassured, Fiore quietly closed her eyes and drifted into a light sleep brought on by the effects of the drug.

—When they awoke again, all the Masters of the Black Faction received an emergency assembly message from Darnic.

I originally wanted to write a detailed account of the story between Fran and Corles, but after thinking about it... I'd better not go for the angst (runs away).

Chapter 414 The Struggle Surrounding the Red Berserker

Chapter 415 The Struggle Surrounding Red

That man was all muscle.

No matter how you look at it, this is the only way to describe it. Although he is a burly man over two meters tall, the first thing that catches the eye of anyone who sees him is his extraordinary muscles. Then, when they look up to estimate his height, they feel even more hopeless.

The countless scars etched on his pale, bluish-white muscles easily suggest that he has accumulated terrifying cultivation and battle achievements. However, those wounds, though not yet penetrating his internal organs, are still clearly visible.

Using a knife to cut a huge iron ball wouldn't necessarily result in a fatal wound. Indeed, his muscles were like those blocks of steel; a sharp blade might cut his skin, perhaps causing a little bleeding, but that would be it.

His arms resembled those of a crocodile, and despite being completely naked, his massive pectoral muscles were as sturdy as armor. His gently moving legs were as strong and powerful as the hind limbs of a mammoth.

Although the leather belt tightly bound his entire body, including his face, the man showed no sign of pain; rather, a pleasant smile appeared on his face. His attire was minimal. The leather covering his waist and hips, frankly speaking, had absolutely nothing to do with protecting his body.

But that was enough. His muscles were beyond the capacity of the armor, or rather, unnecessary. They were an overwhelming, dense mass.