Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Indeed, the revelation I received from the Lord was not glory and victory, nor was it obligation or a sense of mission. The Lord was merely uttering a sorrowful sigh.

Therefore, at the very least, it should be the one who receives this revelation who should eliminate the root of the sighs for the Lord.

Flanders III stared at Joan of Arc silently for a while, then finally shook his head and sat down.

"Despite worshipping the same god, it seems they are still incompatible."

"It is only natural that there are people who would burn me at the stake, even though we believe in the same God."

He answered calmly. Black laughed merrily at her sarcastic remark.

"Then there's nothing we can do. However, it's also a fact that the Red faction's Servants are targeting your life. We only hope to win you over, but it seems the other side doesn't see it that way."

“That’s right. I also need to investigate what the Red Team is planning, although I don’t intend to be their enemy…”

"If we get attacked, that's a different story."

That's absolutely true.

"Then I'll pray that the Red Team is a bunch of stupid guys who want to take your life." After saying this, Black laughed again.

After a brief period of madness, Vlad III's regal composure returned once more. Joan of Arc silently observed him for a while, and after confirming that she could not obtain any further information, she took her leave.

"Wait." Danic called out to Joan of Arc before she left.

"The Grand Duke is busy and it is inconvenient for us to talk. I will explain what happened on the way."

Joan of Arc turned her head away, looking at the black robe swaying quietly between the kings, and slowly nodded.

"Well then, thank you very much."

Chapter 434 The Teachings of Freedom and Happiness

Chapter 435 The Teachings of Freedom and Happiness

Joan of Arc and Artoria departed, and in the royal chamber, Danic looked at Vlad III.

"My lord, are you just going to let her go like this?"

"Let them go?" The Grand Duke on the throne laughed, his voice like a fire burning in the shadows. "Danic, perhaps you've never met anyone like this in your entire life?"

How could those drawn to Danic, the Lord of the World Tree who spends his life navigating power struggles and desires, be pure or even innocent?

Even Vlad III himself was a gambler who lay prostrate in the miserable mud, desperately reaching out to the wish machine.

"But... I know, I know that such people exist."

Dazzling and sacred, they are the light walking on the bloody battlefield, the pure white wings that the Lord shook off to redeem a tragic world.

How could such a person be bound by those who are consumed by desires?

Ah, if only I had had someone like that to govern the country with me back then, perhaps I, perhaps Wallachia, wouldn't be like this...

"Oh God……"

Chewing on his inner sense of loss and envy, the former Grand Prince of Wallachia prayed softly, the feelings contained within his prayers known only to himself.

Two figures walked side by side in the heavily guarded city fortress.

One was a beautiful young judge clad in silver armor; the other was an assassin hidden in a cloak, whose figure was almost identical to that of his companions.

"Excuse me, you seem quite curious about me...?"

Noticing the scrutinizing gazes around her more than once, Joan of Arc turned her head and looked frankly at the assassin in black robes. The ahoge-haired man trembled, shocked that his blatant spying had been exposed, but still stammered:

"Well, um, I want to ask you a question."

"Of course, please speak." For some reason, Joan of Arc felt a strong liking for the assassin's voice.

"Here's what happened..." Artoria began to recount the events that followed her capture of Red Spartacus.

The Black, who firmly believed in his own morality and fled with the androids, sounded far removed from a heroic tale. He was more like a saint who suddenly appeared, a schemer who reached out to help the dying... Then, the nameless girl (android) they saved was eventually taken away by the schemer and embarked on her own journey to freedom.

"Do you think she'll be happy? Even if from beginning to end it was us heroes who were acting recklessly, rescuing her from a small cage (the Black Faction), only to imprison her in an even larger cage (the Holy Grail War)..."

“I understand how you feel. If you’re right, then she’s purely a victim. No one should interfere with her actions unnecessarily, as long as she doesn’t want to.”

"But what if Shuo... what if that schemer instilled in her the belief that would lead that child back to the brutal battlefield?"

"That depends on what the Servant who took the android is thinking. Whether his beliefs are good or bad, I think only by witnessing it firsthand can we judge."

For Joan of Arc, what she cared about most right now was, of course, that fleeting glimpse of the young man in black robes. He was the key to her 'revelation' and the crucial factor that the Lord had told her in the shadows—the one that would 'save' this Holy Grail War.

Thinking of this, Jeanne looked at Black, who had witnessed the whole process, her amethyst-like eyes seeming to speak, sparkling in the dim corridor.

"So... tell me, where did they go?"

That was information that Shuoyue had repeatedly ordered Artoria not to leak.

If the intention is to reform the androids' minds, then it should be done thoroughly. Jeanne d'Arc, who truly guided the androids in the original work, should naturally not appear before the new moon.

However, recalling her Master's past actions, Artoria hesitated for a long time before finally letting out a bitter sigh and speaking with difficulty:

"They headed towards the mountain road, where there was a small village."

She could feel her heart beating.

Blood flowed through her veins, reaching every part of her body. She felt her lungs breathing, then smelled the cool night air and heard the rhythm from the distant earth.

She felt her hands, and then her feet again.

The fear of impending death returned, and the homunculus opened its bright red eyes, identical to those of the Einzbern, gasping for breath as it exhaled the lingering death and pain from its lungs, breathing in the vital forest air. Unable to contain itself, it let out a low groan.

She is still alive and living like a normal person.

"Oh, you're finally awake."

Someone spoke in her ear, and the android realized that she was being carried on someone's back. As they moved at a steady and uniform speed, air began to flow, turning into a gentle breeze that brushed against her cheeks.

"Ah..." A sound came out without any pain. The android was stunned, completely forgetting what it wanted to say.

She never imagined that breathing in and out would bring her such a comfortable feeling.

After lingering on the trivial matter for a while, the android spoke again: "Thank you..."

"No need to thank me." The young man carrying her on his back was unexpectedly indifferent. "I am not entitled to your thanks. Only after you understand this can there be a possibility for us to continue communicating."

"Oh..." The android nodded, seemingly understanding, then quickly remembered something else: "Where is she?" (Note that the pronouns here are correct.)

"I've returned to my own camp. Although I rescued you, as a Servant summoned by the Black Faction, I still have to work and fight for the Holy Grail War until my life is completely consumed."

Is it because you find this way of life mocking? A cold smile crept across the young man's lips:

"Including that Black who knocked out the Master and tried to take out his own heart to save you, he was also destined to become a victim of this Holy Grail War."

Black, Holy Grail War, and

Despite only having a vague understanding of the information revealed by Shuoyue, it was only natural that the artificial human felt as if something was tightly constricting its chest, causing a sharp pain.

"This feeling……"

“This feeling is called sadness. Remember, it’s another emotion you learn besides the pain of dying.” The young man’s tone remained calm and playful. “These two emotions will accompany you throughout your life, until death.”

After a long silence, the android whispered, "Is life always this painful?"

“It’s always the same.” Even as they discussed somber topics, Shuoyue’s steps remained firm and unwavering. “Even if the heroes fought tooth and nail to grant you freedom, what do you plan to do after that?”

"What do we do?" the android asked, bewildered.

"If I had to say, it would probably be about life ideals and such," the young man replied. "Although everyone's path is different, we all have to take steps in the end. What do you want to achieve, and where are you going? These are questions that we must explore throughout our lives."

After hearing Shuoyue's words, the android tilted its head and thought about it seriously for a moment: "I don't really want anything... I just want to live a good life."

Will you live a happy life?

Shuoyue stopped walking. He put the android down, gazed into her innocent and pure eyes, and after a long while, he rubbed the android's silver hair and sighed helplessly.

“It’s difficult,” the young man said. “It will be very difficult for you.”

More arduous than achieving immortality, more troublesome than building a empire, and more luxurious than money and beautiful women, the so-called happy life was from the very beginning something even more unattainable than the Hanging Gardens.

Moreover, the android's hand already bears the Command Seals. Even if she avoids talking about it, the shadow of war will inevitably find her sooner or later. After all, this is her 'fate'.

But clearly, despite the change in gender, the android's personality remains as stubborn as in the original story: "Let me give it a try. I can't let them down."

"Really? Then you have a lot to learn."

Could you please teach me?

“Of course.” Shuoyue smiled and took a step forward, gesturing for the android to follow.

"This was an obligation that Astolfo and the others entrusted to me."

Chapter 435 Shock! The Holy Maiden Who Saved the Nation Fainted from Starvation in Romania

Chapter 436 Shocking! The Holy Maiden Who Saved the Nation Fainted from Starvation Under a Giant Tree in Romania, What Exactly Is This...?

He told her what happened after she fell into a coma, the meaning of the Command Seals on the back of her hand, and the overall situation of the Holy Grail War.

I told her... what her compatriots were going through at that moment.

"Immersed in icy liquid, their magic is extracted in a daze, and they die without even realizing it; or they rush to the battlefield, fighting against terrifying magical creations and followers, becoming expendable in the struggle, and dying silently..."

Looking at the android trembling as he was described, Shuoyue narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, "Your kind are not like you, who stepped out of the petri dish by their own will and gained the attention and pity of heroes—they do not have freedom."

Freedom… Upon hearing this word, the android couldn’t help but show a gloomy expression.

She knows the meaning of freedom, but that's precisely why she finds it painful and hard to accept.

"Since your lifespan is shorter than that of humans, it is only natural that you experience the impermanence of life at a faster pace—not as children who believe in justice step out of the ivory tower and learn that the world is not black and white, but as people who see a bloody hell from the very beginning."

Having seen through the homunculus's heart once again, Shuoyue continued, "This is the way of life you will inevitably experience. The wings of a hero cannot protect you forever. Astolfo was just a knight, but now you are the Master. He will only follow in your footsteps. So do you understand, Miss Homunculus?"

As the morning star rises, the new moon, leading the way, turns around, casting long, narrow shadows on the earth in the morning light, and the young man smiles, uttering a blessing tinged with irony:

Welcome to the world. 69丂

Faced with the blinding smile, the android closed its eyes as if stung—then reflected on its short life.

What is the true meaning of one's own freedom?

He escaped in order to survive and sought help; his escape attempt failed, and he was once on the verge of death; however, he has now awakened again and regained his freedom.

Although his life was very short, he was blessed by fortune on several occasions. He was no different from other androids… no, the other androids are now different from him. They will all inevitably die, while he will continue to live.