Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"I know the way... but why did you knock her unconscious?"

"What are you talking about, Miss Artoria? This is the Arbitrator, you know. To us Blue Team, she's an enemy, isn't she?"

Liu Daolingxia spoke up, being the first to refute Artoria's words.

"Just as Lingxia said, although we look similar, our positions are very different, my king."

At this point, Shuoyue gave Artoria a meaningful look, which sent a chill down her spine.

"Okay, let's get back to the main topic. My plan is as follows..."

After Artoria's exclamations, refusal, grievances, and agreement, Shuoyue ended the communication, turned to look at the saintess who was sleeping on the bed with her brows slightly furrowed, and after a long while, she sneered.

"You're in bad luck."

He skillfully picked up Joan of Arc, carried her to the dining room, and cast a binding spell on her. Then, Shuoyue went to the stove in the kitchen and began to get busy.

As dawn broke, the light streamed through the clean windowpane, illuminating the young man's earnest profile and the enigmatic curve of his lips.

He smiled in his black robes before the stage, then washed his hands and prepared soup.

The original line is 'On the third day, I entered the kitchen, washed my hands, and prepared soup,' but of course, I've modified it here.

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Chapter 437 Kitchen, Restraint, Saintess (jpg)

Chapter 438 Kitchen, Restraint, Saintess.jpg

"Mmm, it smells so good..."

The aroma of food wafted in from somewhere, and Joan of Arc, who had fainted, immediately woke up, only to find herself sitting in a chair.

No, they were 'tied' to the chair.

The moment she stretched her arm muscles, she corrected her previous judgment. The languor she felt upon waking from unconsciousness vanished, and her slender body tensed. Dressed in light silver armor, she held the holy banner with the spearhead in her hand. With just a gentle swipe, the magical chains binding her would be broken.

"Okay, that's it."

"Well……!"

Like a spell, Jeanne clearly felt a weakness in her wrist. Her slowly recovering magic was being devoured by the chains and completely consumed.

Looking toward the source of the sound, the morning light made Joan of Arc squint, and through the blur, she saw a tall and slender figure, as well as the cold profile of a young man.

"It's good that you're awake." The young man continued to work on the equipment on the table without turning his head, pouring the purified liquid into the reagent before turning around and meeting the astonished girl's gaze with his shining golden eyes.

"Although I already mentioned it last night, it seems necessary to say it again."

Shuoyue slowly walked to Joan of Arc's side, her expression calm: "Hello, Saint Joan of Arc, the arbiter of this Holy Grail War."

As he spoke, he brought the reagent in his hand to the girl's lips, gesturing for her to drink it.

"My name is Shuoyue."

"New Moon..." Joan of Arc kept her mouth tightly shut, only staring at the young man with her eyes, ordering him to untie the restraints.

Meanwhile, she wasn't idle either. Instead, she activated her Arbiter privilege and searched for the Command Seal that corresponded to the Servant before her.

As the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, she was granted absolute authority to execute two commands on each Servant. The twenty-eight Command Seals of the fourteen Servants were branded as wings on her back, protecting this saint who represents the Holy Grail system.

Even if you bind her and strip her of her magic, it won't work, because Command Seals only require a sliver of magic to activate—

But when the search results came out, Jeanne's amethyst eyes widened suddenly, and her mouth opened involuntarily. She was completely unaware that Sakumo had taken the opportunity to pour the reagent down her throat. She just stared blankly at the young man who exuded the aura of a Servant.

Among the authority she holds as the adjudicator, there are no Command Seals related to him!

There was no doubt about what was going on, because Joan of Arc's revelation had pointed to the future from the beginning. The reason she had been chasing after them was because of the new moon, not because of the artificial humans.

Since the youth possessed such unique characteristics, it proved that Joan of Arc's revelation was not wrong; she was indeed a key factor in changing this war.

However, the way they met the young man was a bit too much.

"Cough cough..." The liquid rushed into her throat, and Joan of Arc coughed violently before she could react. Shuoyue sighed helplessly, wiped the liquid from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and gently patted the saintess's back.

"You choke even when you drink water, I really don't know what to say to you."

"That's not the reason, is it!" Joan coughed until tears streamed down her face. Her hands were bound, and she could only let the young man wipe her face. She was both ashamed and angry. "Since you know I am the Arbiter, you should understand that I have no ill intentions!"

"Of course I know, that's why I tied you up." Shuoyue casually tossed aside the projected handkerchief, stood up, and went back to the kitchen. The clatter of pots and pans echoed with his voice. "Before I took the android away, I asked the witnesses to keep it a secret, but you still found me."

It's terrible.

Joan of Arc's pretty face fell, and she instantly understood why Shuoyue had tied her up.

"So, who was the informant? Siegfried, Astolfo... or that one?"

"I don't know." As a saint, Joan of Arc was of absolute good and order. How could she possibly betray Artoria? She closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and forced an explanation, "I just found you by feeling. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Based on intuition?" Shuoyue heated the oil in the wok, projecting bottles and jars onto the screen. While cooking, she exposed Jeanne's clumsy acting. "You should have realized it by now, right? You don't have any special privileges against me, that is, Command Seals."

The aroma wafting from the kitchen made the Saintess's eyes light up; she hadn't eaten for half a day and had already traveled hundreds of miles. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs, her stomach rumbling with emptiness. But with an iron will, she forced her attention back to Shuoyue's question.

"That's right... How did you do that?"

“It’s simple, because I’m not a Servant in this Holy Grail War.” Sakuyue spouted nonsense without batting an eye. “I’m a Servant that the Mage’s Association found long ago. Because of my special abilities, I was able to break free from the framework of that war and act freely.”

“This, this…”

The temptation of food was unusually strong for Joan of Arc; her reason could not comprehend the words of the new moon, and she simply accepted them as fact without question.

wrong!

The skill 'Revelation' issued a warning, and Joan of Arc's body trembled. She raised her head and looked at the new moon in disbelief.

"What...what was that you just made me drink?!"

"Nutritional supplements, to replenish what you've used up overnight. Converting energy from food is so inefficient," Shuoyue frankly admitted, wielding the spatula with one hand. "But I added a little something extra, like suppressing magic or amplifying hunger pangs..."

"Wait, amplify the feeling of hunger?" The blonde saintess's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "And you're not planning to stop me from eating, are you? What are you doing in the kitchen then?"

"Huh, that's strange. Did I say I'd treat you to dinner?" Shuoyue turned her head and met the gaze of the embarrassed and indignant Jeanne, her smile teasing. "It took quite a bit of effort to carry you here, Miss Prisoner. Can't I treat myself to something nice?"

"He drugged me and then wanted to eat delicious food in front of me..." Joan of Arc remained stunned for a long time, her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a curse. She could only let out a mournful cry, "How could this happen—!"

Unfortunately, Shuoyue had already set up a soundproof barrier, so the others were destined not to be able to enjoy the pitiful sight of the fallen saintess.

"You can eat it if you want, just give the person out."

"Really? No, no... I absolutely will not say whose it is!" Under the magnified hunger, Joan of Arc's psychological defenses were crumbling, but even so, she still refused to betray him.

Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that Shuoyue already knew that Daimao had betrayed him. The reason she asked again was partly out of a wicked sense of humor, and partly to amplify Jeanne's guilt and prepare for her next move.

Add the ingredients, simmer in a large pot, and then Shuoyue takes off her gloves, wipes her hands, and walks towards Joan of Arc once again.

"What...what are you doing?" Joan of Arc's eyes darted away, but this time, Shuoyue didn't give her a chance to escape. She reached out and grabbed her soft cheeks.

"what is your purpose?"

"Mmm..." Joan of Arc's gaze wandered aimlessly. The handsome young man was so close to her. How could she possibly say that she had come for him because of the 'revelation'?

"Is that so?" Shuoyue's gaze darkened slightly. Jeanne's evasion confirmed his guess. In Shuoyue's view, Jeanne had obviously noticed Shuoyue's abnormality and regarded him as the biggest threat to this Holy Grail War—yes, just like Amakusa in the original story, someone who had to be eliminated.

After a fatal disagreement arose in their understanding, Shuoyue completely regarded Joan of Arc as an enemy. His previously fluctuating emotions instantly calmed down, and he released his hands, his tone once again becoming calm and cold.

"It's a pity, but I hope we won't be enemies next time."

Enemy? What does that mean? Has Shuoyue misunderstood something?

Joan of Arc opened her mouth to explain, but the words she wanted to say turned into a short scream!

The young man pressed down on her, his left knee bracing Joan's flailing legs, his left arm encircling her neck, pressing them tightly together, while his right palm pressed against her light armor, forming an intricate spell.

The next moment, Joan of Arc's clothing was forcibly transformed into spirit particles, exposing her delicate and smooth back!

Because she couldn't muster any strength, the girl's screams quickly turned into sobs and whimpers. Shuoyue ignored Jeanne, who was trying to keep her body low to the ground, and simply placed her cold hand firmly on the Command Seals on Jeanne's back.

As a platinum-gold light flashed, Joan of Arc let out a slightly painful groan, and the Command Seals on her back gradually lit up with the same color as the new moon's palm...

There are limitations on the starting point. You can imagine for yourselves whether it's easier to simply remove Zhen Gongping's top or to focus on the back area during the new moon (shrug).

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Chapter 438 I could play with those legs for a year

Chapter 439 I could play with those legs for a year

Night lingered, and the morning light faded. His hand traced the lines on the girl's back, and a plea tinged with tears reached her ears. But the young man only pressed his body closer, intently searching for the rules of the Command Seals system.

Then the conclusion was drawn—it's impossible.

He was unable to take the Command Seals off Joan of Arc's back.

In a normal Holy Grail system, the new moon, possessing the Third Law, would naturally hold the highest authority and could take whatever she wanted. However, this Holy Grail War has taken an unexpected turn. Jeanne d'Arc, who represents the Holy Grail itself and has been summoned, is like an administrator with a special ID card, making it difficult for even the new moon to interfere.

Deliberately ignoring the softness emanating from her inner thighs, Shuoyue looked down at the captured saintess, her gaze gradually becoming dangerous.

Since we can't get the Command Seals, how about... we kill them?

No, killing the Arbiter would immediately max out his hatred towards the Holy Grail. Whether the Blue faction would be exposed is another matter, but the Red and Black factions would definitely not let him go.

So, a seal?

However, he did not come in his true form. He wanted to seal a saintess with EX magic power, but the magic power consumption was far beyond his ability to bear. Even if he connected to the Red Party's artificial human system, its performance was not enough to imprison Jeanne in the imaginary space.

"Tsk...this troublesome assassin."

While complaining like this, to be honest, the current situation is making Shuoyue a little worried.

Killing him is out of the question, and imprisonment play is also impossible, so what can be done?

This stalemate can't go on forever. He can't just stay here with Joan of Arc, but once her magic is restored, it will be her turn to pick up the Holy Banner and chase after Shuoyue to beat her up.

What's more... there's also a well-behaved, gluttonous girl with a cowlick at home, who's been watching him intently.

With this in mind, Shuoyue made a final decision, removed her hand from Joan of Arc's back, and tried to get up.

"Wait!" Joan of Arc exclaimed, her voice quickly fading as she curled into a small ball, her voice trembling with sobs, "Don't look..."

This body doesn't just belong to her; it belongs to Leticia as well. Even if Shuoyue's misunderstanding led to her current predicament, the girl's innocence should not be tainted.

Although the assassin version of Shuoyue was devoid of emotion, she wasn't without her lower body. After finishing his business, he looked at the saintess, who was curled up in a ball with her hands tied behind her back and had been stripped into a little white lamb by him, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but bob.

Damn, who can stand this!