Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

At dusk, the unkempt man walked through the ideal forest that stretched across the eastern part of Tulipas.

In comparison, the giant octopus walking on the road seemed more realistic. He was so out of place in this forest full of natural beauty.

Men are the followers of the red team.

"Stop right there!"

Someone leaped and weaved among the branches, chasing after him like a wild beast that had been unleashed.

It was a girl dressed in emerald green, her eyes containing a wild, inorganic quality and sharpness. Her hair was casually spread out, messy but full of forest freshness and smoothness, which perfectly matched her wild and beautiful face.

That's right, she is a slender, dangerous, and stunningly beautiful humanoid beast (kemonomimi).

Smiling, he resolutely continued walking, responding with a loud voice:

"Hahaha, oh dear. Forgive me for disobeying that order. I must go to that fortress, to the side of the tyrant!"

"You idiot! I told you to wait for the right time, why don't you understand!"

But he didn't stop; he continued to stride forward with strong, steady steps. He had been walking for two days and two nights now, and it wasn't the first or second time he had been witnessed by passersby. He could only pray that the suspicious priest would handle the situation properly.

"Waiting is not in my vocabulary."

Is this the end?

'Red' had completely given up on him; more accurately, following the orders conveyed by the pigeon, she chose the strategy of focusing on providing aid if persuasion failed.

"He's a berserker after all; is it impossible for him to communicate with others..."

A voice responded to her sighing soliloquy:

"Sigh, I knew it would be like this. His rank isn't just for show."

Hearing the sound coming from the sky, I looked up at the tree branches above.

A smiling young man stood there. He was quite handsome, but his beauty wasn't the elegant chivalry of a dashing knight. His eyes were sharp as a raptor, and his agile body was swift yet refined. It was the kind of heroic bearing that men, women, the old, children—everyone—longed for and admired.

If Father Amakusa Shiro were to describe "Red," he would be a man who could rival the immortal hero Karna.

It is worth mentioning that it is very close to the era in which the legend was born.

Why did you chase after me?

The young man, with a welcoming expression, smiled knowingly and said, "Of course it's because I'm worried about you. Isn't that obvious?"

"Hmph, really?"

'Hong' showed neither blushing, nor surprise, nor even anger; she was completely unresponsive. For an ordinary woman, no matter how virtuous a wife, such words would undoubtedly have made her blush with shyness.

But sweet talk meant nothing to this man who had lived alongside wild beasts. His flattery fell flat, and he scratched his head sheepishly. Then, he coughed and returned to his original task.

In short, our mission was to provide rear support, that is, to provide assistance within our capabilities, while gathering intelligence as much as possible.

"We'll be facing the enemy soon. If all goes well, that guy will probably reach the fortress late tonight. However, there should be a counterattack before then."

The hero's characteristic womanizing faded, replaced by a thirst for battle and carnage. He gripped his spear and grinned maliciously:

"Phew... Anyway, I really want to see the guys on the 'black' side first."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the two overlooked the increasingly dense traps and the small magical puppets floating in mid-air, roaming around.

Its single, pale yellow eye emitted an inorganic magical light, projecting an image toward the distant fortress.

At the hour of twilight, in the fortress of Mirania, the seven pairs of masters and servants gather once again.

Avisbro set up a seven-lamp candelabra, and through the golem's reflection, he saw a coarse, unkempt, half-naked giant marching into the forest—a truly indescribable sight.

Even through the images, that twisted, terrifying smile and the maniacal laughter that lasted for two days and two nights were still deeply imprinted in the minds of the Master and even the Servants.

In the oppressive silence, Danic spoke first:

"Gentlemen, according to the report, this follower is charging straight through the forest day and night towards the city of Mirenia."

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent. Since this was a war, it was only natural for the enemy to launch an attack. But whether it was a surprise attack or a straightforward assault, launching a combined attack with multiple Servants was the best strategy.

But the giant charging towards them had no subordinates in sight; in other words, this attempt to single-handedly defeat the enemy was utterly foolish.

Only one of the seven classes can perform such a foolish act without batting an eye.

"I reckon this is Red. Perhaps it's because his berserk level is too high; he's currently in a berserk state, craving the enemy."

No sooner had Danic finished speaking than the pale-skinned berserker unleashed a sword strike, shattering the familiar that had been spying on him.

Forcibly suppressing her discomfort, Fiore looked at Danic:

"What do you plan to do, Uncle?"

"Of course we can't let this opportunity slip by. If all goes well, we can even make this our pawn."

Danic's words sparked a flurry of discussion. After things quieted down, the man sitting on the jade throne slowly rose to his feet:

"Danick, let me hear your tactics."

His calm expression vanished, and Vlad III smiled, a smile tinged with cruelty.

"The glorious battle is about to begin."

At dusk, the church in Tulipas

"I won't be polite—"

After finishing her prayers, the blonde girl's hunger had reached its limit. She picked up her knife and fork, cut open the steaming Romanian-style cabbage-wrapped meat, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"How does it taste?" The nun from the church looked at the girl who called herself 'Joan of Arc' and asked with a smile.

It was delicious.

I quickly said those words during my spare time and buried myself in dinner again. With each bite, my contracted stomach expanded, making it a living hell where the more I ate, the stronger the hunger became.

As the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc Darke arrived at Tulifas on foot after dawn, having finished cleaning up the mess left by the fierce battle of the Servants. As soon as she arrived at her destination, she immediately encountered unexpected difficulties.

Just as the old man who gave her a ride said, there was no place in Tulifas that could be called a tourist attraction. Perhaps for this reason, there were only three hotels. Whether it was a trick of the Thousand World Tree or not, the hotels were full of magicians from Yggdrasilia, meaning that the hotels were all full.

This is troublesome.

Joan of Arc's distress was not without reason. Due to the nature of her descent, she could not become a spirit and therefore needed to eat and rest. Of course, Servants do not starve like humans, but without food, the young girl's physical body would become weak and frail from hunger, and her condition would be very bad.

When Joan of Arc was at her wit's end, the hotel receptionist gave the lovely girl a helpful suggestion.

"Why don't you go to church?"

So when Joan of Arc knocked on the door of the small church and asked to stay for a few days, the nun readily agreed. Although she could only stay in an attic room, it was still better than sleeping in the open.

The nun introduced herself as Alma Petoresia. She was very poised and graceful, a woman born and raised in this simple city who seemed to ask for nothing more than divine favor.

As she happily savored her dinner, Alma, who had prepared the dishes, couldn't help but smile. Afterwards, Joan of Arc used the bathroom to wash her travel-worn body from head to toe.

Late at night, while Alma was fast asleep, he left the attic and went outside.

All the lights went out. Although this was a common occurrence in Joan of Arc's time, according to the knowledge of the Holy Grail, Tulipas, which had the great invention of the 'light bulb', should not have been shrouded in 'dead silence'.

However, the eerie winds that linger here, along with the stench of corpses and magic, are undoubtedly irrefutable proof that the Holy Grail War is being waged in this city.

He wet his right hand with holy water fetched from the church, then flicked it into the air. The water shimmered faintly, moving fluidly, and began to trace a three-dimensional outline of the city. This was one of the exploratory functions, a privilege granted to the Arbiter.

The results of the investigation showed that only one member of the Red team located in Tulipas was identified.

唔”

She tilted her head in confusion, further expanding her exploration area. At the fortress of Mirania, seven figures, their colors black, were gathered.

Are we still missing six players for the Red Team? Does that mean this Red Team player is a scout?

It is understood that Tulifas belongs entirely to the enemy's red faction and seems to have distanced itself from this city. They are probably stationed in the neighboring city of Sighishwara.

Strictly speaking, the Holy Grail War must be held in a city. Therefore, stationing troops in Sigheswara could be considered a violation of the rules.

"However, is the strategy adopted as a result of the current situation also out of necessity?"

After all, Tulipas is under the jurisdiction of Yggdrasil. Unlike Fuyuki, where a certain degree of fairness is maintained by the existence of the three starter families, Tulipas is an absolute monarchy belonging solely to Yggdrasil.

No matter how much they secure the Greater Grail, it's still incredibly unfair. Their deployment in a city outside of Tulipas should be forgiven.

Just as Joan of Arc was convincing herself, the seven men inside the fortress of Myrenia moved out at once, but not towards Tulipas, but towards the outer perimeter—

"They went into the forest?"

The exploration area was changed, moving it to the ideal forest sprawling east of Tulifas. Red's reaction confirmed the number was three—no…four!

A jolt of electricity ran down her back, and Joan of Arc knew that this was the 'revelation' at work.

In other words, is the mysterious 'New Moon' also among the four Red Team Servants?

With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Joan of Arc confirmed the distance between herself and the forest, moved her aching limbs, and ran towards the forest.

Busy from morning till afternoon, having only eaten dinner and with very little rest time—the Saint Girl was unaware that her disregard for human instincts would lead to serious consequences in the near future.

From this moment forward, Jeanne d'Arc begins her Holy Grail War... (Just kidding)

Chapter 415 Bow and Spear, Against the Sword Madman

Chapter 416 Bow and Spear, Against the Sword Madman

"Red" refers to Spartacus.

He was a slave gladiator in Rome, yet one day he led seventy-eight companions in an escape. He was a hero who defeated a pursuing force of about three thousand men, inspiring slave militias to rise up everywhere. Although he was ultimately betrayed by the pirates he had long trusted and torn to pieces by the Roman army, before that, he had won a series of victories. For the weak slaves, he truly was always a beacon of hope.

Hating all tyrants, burning with the will to fight all the strong. To protect the weak, to care for the weak, to heal the weak. And most importantly, to be a berserker who fights for rebellion, that is...

"By the way, what happened to your horse?"

"I came here to gather intelligence, so I can't just hand over my own intelligence to the other side, can I? I won't use them this time."

"Phew... If it's you, then it's not a big deal. So, should we use a sword or a gun?"

For a third-rate hero, mastering a weapon must be quite an effort, right? However, 'Red' doesn't have this concern. He trusts his weapon more than his chariot.

"Of course, it's a gun."

He continued his relentless pursuit, walking straight and slowly, making it impossible for him to lose track of them.

"By the way, has eldest sister ever seen what her Master looks like?"

My name is Atalanta, don't call me elder sister, Achilles.

Emerald green, like an archer embodying nature and wildness, easily proclaimed the name 'Red'.