Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

In Greece, women generally had a lower status than men. Whether it was Io, who was loved by Zeus but turned into a heifer and suffered Hera's wrath; Cassandra, who was cursed for refusing Apollo's advances; or Iphigenia, who was sacrificed by Agamemnon, all these examples demonstrate how powerless women were in Greek society and culture.

Even the famous Atalanta was abandoned by her patriarchal father at birth and left on the mountains of Arcadia, becoming an abandoned baby.

Atalanta had long since lost faith in men, but the new moon, this man who seemed to be Hades' messenger, made her realize how wrong her perception was through his actions.

Thinking of this, Ta-Miao couldn't help but glance at Red, Achilles, standing to the side. Based on her experience, she could naturally tell that this brat (note: Ta-Miao and Achilles' father were contemporaries) harbored feelings of admiration for her, but that was all.

If she and Achilles had encountered tonight's situation, the great hero would have been immersed in the thrill of fighting a powerful enemy until the Black took her life, only then belatedly wiping away his tears and causing chaos on the Black side to avenge her.

Atalanta didn't intend to blame Achilles, for this was a common flaw among heroes: they were always captivated by conquest and victory, forgetting the family and wives watching over them. In the end, love was neglected, familial bonds were extinguished, and the despairing tragedy left the heroes with nowhere to escape.

Ironically, the more tragic the fate of heroes, the more enthusiastic and eulogistic people are about their fleeting lives.

However, Atalanta was a princess of nature, and she did not possess the glory and burdens of a hero. For her, who had animalistic thoughts, such pride was something to be fed to the dogs.

She valued the outcome more than face and dignity; she preferred living freely to dying without shame.

Because all the men she attracted were the same kind of people, a utterly disillusioned Atalanta swore to the moon goddess that she would remain a virgin forever.

However, in the new moon, he seemed different from other men.

"Ahem." Realizing she had gone off on a tangent again, Ta Miao blushed slightly, coughed lightly, and got back to the point, "Hong, although I don't know your real name, I will repay you in the future."

In the future? Verb or noun?

Shuoyue was taken aback. He knew Atalanta's personality, and faced with Atalanta's promise, he could even imagine the fresh prey piled up at his doorstep.

Isn't this what hunters give as gifts?

The problem is that this kind of reward is useless unless Tamania packages itself up and sends itself over (just kidding).

"Forget about any rewards, we're on the same side anyway." Shuoyue's gaze fell on Atalanta, and suddenly she had an idea. "Speaking of which, I've always been interested in your body... ah, no, to be precise, your ears and tail."

Honestly, after being in this world for so long, Shuoyue has started to miss the cat he used to have. As its owner, he served that fat cat diligently and tirelessly for so long, just hoping that one day it would become a female version of itself and repay his kindness.

Unfortunately, he passed away before his business was even halfway through, a fact that Shuoyue has always deeply regretted.

And just then, a large catgirl was standing right in front of him.

"So, can I touch it?"

So, Shuoyue made a request that would seem presumptuous to most women, and Atalanta, after hesitating for a moment, surprisingly nodded in agreement.

"It's just a symbol of some kind of curse or its aftereffects, nothing to worry about... it'll only last a little while."

As mentioned before, Ta-Miao grew up in the forest and is not sensitive to matters between men and women. For her, doing this would save her time hunting, so why not?

"Big sister, this...!" Shuoyue and Atalanta had no objections, but Achilles was stunned by the strange conversation between the two. However, after being glanced at by Ta Miao, he gave up and walked to the side to start questioning his life.

"Well, let's begin now." After shooing away A-Jiao, Atalanta turned around, her hands hanging naturally at her sides. She calmly closed her eyes, waiting for Shuoyue to 'take her hands'.

Shuoyue, without any hesitation, reached out her claws and pressed them onto the green-haired girl's head, as if she were petting a cat.

Despite being left to grow freely without any care, the hair felt exceptionally soft and cool to the touch. As Shuoyue's hand moved, the soft, faintly warm animal ears were drawn into her palm, just the right size to be held in one hand.

Gently caressing it, the familiar touch and the perfect height instantly transported Shuoyue away from the battlefield, making her feel as if she were dreaming of returning to her warm little home.

Every time I finish my work and return to my rented room, my feline overlord curled up on the cat tree is Shuoyue's best source of comfort.

After all, no one can resist a well-behaved and adorable kitten, no one (in a loud voice)!

Memories flooded back, and the young man's eyes narrowed slightly as his movements increasingly resembled those of a cat pettering. The cat, initially uncomfortable, gradually relaxed, its eyes narrowing and body embracing the inexplicable comfort.

A low moan escaped her lips. The girl's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her half-closed eyes and languid expression made her look like she was being coquettish.

After a brief moment of enjoyment, Shuoyue withdrew her hand as promised. Surprisingly, Atalanta subconsciously tiptoed and rubbed against the young man's palm, like a cat that was still not satisfied and begged its master to continue.

The moment Atalanta opened her eyes, she was startled, but Shuoyue seemed oblivious, simply smiling as she said goodbye before turning and disappearing into the forest as well.

"Strange, aren't they coming back to church with us...?"

Achilles noticed the commotion and came over, only to find Atalanta holding his animal ears, deep in thought.

"Um, big sister, what's wrong with you?"

Achilles looked at Atalanta, whose hunter-like demeanor had vanished and who even seemed somewhat naive, and twitched his lips, unable to resist asking a question.

"No, it's nothing," Ta-Miao replied casually, her hands still fondling her animal ears as if testing something, but she eventually let them go in dejection.

No matter what I do, I don't feel that relaxed feeling I used to have... What's going on?

Atalanta recalled that fleeting sense of satisfaction and felt a pang of loss.

Chapter 426 The Death of the Artificial Human

Chapter 427 The Death of the Artificial Human

The pleasant time spent petting the cat was always short-lived. After saying goodbye to Ta-Miao and Heel, Shuoyue did not immediately return to the Red Team's base camp. Instead, she followed Artoria's location and chased after her all the way.

In the original story, along with the capture of Red by the Black faction, Astolfo the Black also led the Homunculi in a defection.

Because of Gold's incompetence, this trivial incident eventually escalated into a disastrous event for the Black side.

Siegfried, the only top-tier Servant of the Black Faction (Vlad III's raw strength can only be considered first-rate), committed suicide.

His heart was transplanted into an artificial human, which became the opportunity for him to break free from the shackles of lifespan and officially step into the Holy Grail battlefield as an extraordinary being.

Whether the androids live or die is irrelevant to the Black faction. However, Siegfried's death dealt a heavy blow to the Black faction's overall combat strength, causing them to face a tight battle line in the subsequent Red faction invasion, with Black Frankenstein being killed by Red Mordred.

Shuoyue had three purposes in intervening tonight.

Firstly: Protect the android and let him continue to undermine the Black team's relationship.

Secondly: Protect Siegfried, don't let this great hero die so easily.

Thirdly: Subdue Siegfried and make him a fighting force for the Blue Team.

With countless thoughts swirling in her mind, Shuoyue moved like a ghost through Romania at night, quickly arriving at the place where Artoria was in her spirit form.

As the distance drew closer, he could clearly sense the presence of the Servants in the forest, but thanks to the 'Scent Concealment' and 'Hades' Cloak,' no one knew he had arrived.

Shuoyue, however, did not intend to show herself immediately.

"To make someone despair, you must first give them hope."

As the assassins moved, the trajectory of magic gradually took shape, enveloping the entangled realm of androids, Servants, and mages.

Once everything was ready, the new moon leaped onto the branch and began to recover the magic power that had not yet been fully restored.

And the same thing happens in reverse.

In the forest, the situation was on the verge of erupting.

"Wait, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Let me go, and..."

Astolfo did consider resisting, but he was inferior to these two Servants in terms of rank, and was thus suppressed in an instant, only able to struggle haphazardly.

"That Danick guy actually bothered me with this kind of trivial matter..."

As the creator of the androids, Gold did not show the care that should be shown to his 'creations'. Just like Dr. Victor, who created Frankenstein, he looked at the androids with disgust and contempt.

With his wrist gripped tightly, on the verge of breaking, the android desperately tried to revive his brain, which was sinking into a quagmire of exhaustion, in the silence.

"Hmph, I really don't understand why we have to be so particular about this kind of defective product that consumes life even during activities."

The alien was almost driven to the brink of collapse by the Creator’s rejection, but behind his crumbling psychological defenses, a voice supported him from beginning to end.

"Damn it! What are you thinking? Don't hesitate, don't give up! You want to live, right? You told me you didn't want to die, right? So, shouldn't you fight to the very end?!"

Even if captured, he would face trial by the two leaders of the Black Faction upon returning. Astolfo continued to struggle and shout loudly:

“You have that right! No matter what others say, I, Astolfo, will acknowledge you!”

Faced with such disobedience, Siegfried remained silent, like a self-disciplined puppet devoid of emotion; while the one draped in black robes trembled, seemingly wavering.

Sensing a turning point, Astolfo tried to persuade his two partners:

“We manifested in this world to fulfill a wish! But does that mean we can tolerate everything? Have you forgotten the spirit of heroes? I hate this! I am indeed from the Black Faction, but before that, I was Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors! I will not abandon that child, absolutely not!”

These words forcibly pulled the android's fragile spirit back to normal. Yes, at least it had the determination to live, no matter how terrible its life might be. In order to be able to hold its head high in front of those who had helped it, it wanted to live.

Haven't I made a wish like this before?

Distracted by the shouts, Gordes turned around and unleashed a torrent of curses at him. Meanwhile, taking advantage of their creator's momentary lapse in judgment, the homunculus began to explore its fangs—what it needed now was destruction, the power to live by taking lives with all its might.

He once used this power to shatter a petri dish. As a result, he gained a dreamlike, brief period of freedom and received the favor and help of He, as well as the magician, Liu Dao Lingxia.

Now, at least let me wield this power one more time to exchange for eternal freedom—

"The guidance program is now open!"

Using the language they know, driven by their own mystical impulses, they expect the result to be destruction.

That was the only magic rooted within them, and the only chance the androids had to kill the magician.

If the object in front of you is glass, then the glass will shatter completely; if what's blocking your way is a human, then the human's arm will be crushed and their heart will be devoured by magic.

But it was their creator, the one who made them, who personally bestowed this magic upon them, who seized the androids.

"Ugh!" In his shock and anger, Gold finally remembered his qualities as a magician: (Transformation - Iron Fist!)

The arm flashing with cyan circuits collided with Gold's intertwined iron wrists, exploding into small, meaningless fireworks.

The compatibility was too poor. The defective product made using the alchemy techniques of the Einzbern family was fatally incompatible with Gordes, who also studied alchemy.

Gord was shocked by the android's resistance, but the android who had tried to kill Gord had reached its limit after unleashing this attack.

"You...you...guy...!!"

Gold trembled, burning with rage. There wasn't a single part of his body that could be called injured, and the pain immediately subsided. That level of injury, let alone a day, could be healed in mere seconds with healing magic.

The problem is that the one who harmed him was not someone else, but a mere magic power supply battery. The bait he was supposed to devour, the being he was supposed to consume, suddenly revealed its claws and harbored the most genuine killing intent towards him.

That was undoubtedly a fatal blow to Gold, who was already under immense pressure that night.

"What a joke!! A mere android...! You actually want to kill me! Impossible! Impossible, impossible, impossible!"

Driven to a near-mad frenzy, Gordes, driven by rage, punched the android away. Any thoughts of Danic's orders or requests had long since vanished from his mind.

The magic of the iron fist hadn't faded yet; the sound of a fist slamming into a chest echoed like metal. The magician's dignity and elegance seemed to have been cast to the winds. Gorde continued to beat the android with his iron fist. The exhausted android was powerless to resist; the cold earth choked its breath, and the chill of the ground gradually spread.

"Ah, I'm going to die," the android thought with certainty. Even if Gord spared him, he was beyond saving now. After all, his heart had been shattered by that punch.

Moreover, the vicious Gold would never let him go under any circumstances.

The inhumane scene came into the heroes' view. Astolfo could clearly feel the sudden increase in the force gripping his shoulders, conveying the disbelief of his masters.