Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Fortunately, Shuoyue also knew about Joan of Arc's special status. He shook his head, throwing his romantic thoughts to the winds, and then bent his fingers and gently tapped her shoulder, releasing her from the shackles of the Third Law.

With her forced spiritualized attire returned, Jeanne d'Arc, who had been trying so hard to conceal it, felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. She slumped into the chair, her eyes glistening with tears, panting heavily, her face flushed and burning. Coupled with the cerebral congestion caused by her incorrect posture, she felt dizzy and didn't even realize that her hands had been freed.

But a certain bad man was determined not to let her rest. After thinking for a moment, Shuoyue suddenly knelt down again and grabbed her long, snow-white legs.

It must be said that Joan of Arc's outfit was very appealing. When she lifted her skirt, all that was left was a thin layer of black stockings, and her delicate skin above her knees was exposed, making her look sexy and alluring.

"I could play with these legs for a year." Unconsciously, Shuoyue murmured the Second Master's famous line.

Everyone laughs at Second Master, yet everyone is Second Master.

"Ah! What are you doing?!" Joan of Arc tensed up instinctively, covering her chest with her hands. Unfortunately, her struggles had exhausted her strength, and even without being restrained, she was powerless to stop Shuoyue's actions. She could only repeatedly emphasize in shame and indignation, "I told you you must have misunderstood! I meant no harm."

She's been treated so disrespectfully, and she still thinks it's her own fault. Just how naive is this saintess?

"I already know," Shuoyue replied without looking up, her third magic rapidly analyzing her body and spirit garment data. "Shut up if you don't want me to strip you naked again."

"?!?!" The village girl, Jeanne, quickly covered her mouth, fearing that the young man would turn into a beast and take her and Leticia together on the spot.

Fortunately, the young man did not do anything too outrageous this time. In Joan's view, he just stared at her legs for a while... then stood up and went back to the kitchen.

"Have you eaten? I'll make you some noodles."

"Huh? Oh, thank you." Jeanne responded subconsciously, then realized what she meant and looked at Shuoyue in disbelief.

That's it? Not even an apology?!

She was... she was treated like this!

But recalling the young man's deadpan expression from beginning to end, coupled with that perfectly embodying the saying "If you have no woman in your heart, you can draw your sword like a god," Joan of Arc puffed out her cheeks, angrily threw two punches at him, and could only slump onto the table, helplessly comforting herself.

"At least... I wasn't seen, uh, seen naked... right?"

During her captivity, she was attempted to rape by an English nobleman in prison, but failed, and was forced to change back into men's clothing—and Joan of Arc still feels a chill run down her spine when she thinks of that nobleman's lewd gaze.

In the face of a young girl's chastity, all the so-called reasons and misunderstandings must be set aside for now.

But if at this moment, a kind person were to offer her food when she was starving...

Nothing else matters!

When Joan of Arc saw the fried noodles with soybean paste that Shuoyue had served, her eyes widened in surprise.

This was not the kind of pasta she was familiar with, but perhaps because her stomach was empty, the aroma emanating from this bowl of noodles was far stronger than any dish Joan of Arc had ever seen.

"I made hand-pulled noodles with soybean paste, and since you don't like spicy food, I added sweet bean sauce and minced garlic."

Out of her instinct as a grand chef, Shuoyue wanted to explain a few more words. However, after the noodles were placed on the table, the Arbitrator, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly sat up in shock, picked up the noodles with a spoon and fork, and put them in her mouth. In an instant, she was revived and finished the bowl of noodles in the blink of an eye, and even asked for another bowl with tears in her eyes.

"Don't rush, take it easy."

He handed Joan of Arc a bowl of soup and gestured for her to drink it. For some reason, Shuoyue felt a strong sense of déjà vu looking at the pitiful girl in front of her.

As the steaming soup went down her throat, her contracted stomach immediately relaxed, and Joan of Arc squinted her eyes contentedly, letting out a satisfied burp. When she realized what was happening, she blushed and covered her mouth.

"I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright, the customers' satisfaction is the best encouragement for me." Shuoyue smiled and warmly handed over another bowl of noodles. "Here you go, please enjoy."

She couldn't kill him, she couldn't bury him, and with another Judge overseeing her at home, Shuoyue had only one option left to accept regarding Joan of Arc.

We will do our best to be on good terms with them.

At the moment, Shuoyue doesn't know what Joan of Arc's 'revelation' is, but in any case, he's quite adept at feeding her delicious food to win her favor.

Back then, King Arthur, Aya, Illya, Miyu, Gudako, Nero... even Gilgamesh and the Great Emperor, didn't they all fall for his superb cooking skills (just kidding)?

"Eat, eat..." Seeing Joan of Arc completely forgetting about questioning him and fully enjoying the food, Shuoyue's smile became even more smug.

As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him, and he who takes another's money is bound to him." Just as Shuoyue had predicted, after eating and drinking her fill, Joan of Arc said nothing, but sulked for a long time. Then, feeling sleepy, she warned him "not to leave before noon," took the room the old man had arranged for Shuoyue, lay down on the bed, and began a long-awaited sleep.

"Eat, sleep, sleep, eat, just like you always have. You're such a French country bumpkin, easier to please than a girlfriend..."

Shuoyue, who was slightly retaliated against by the saintess, was not angry. She just made a comment and then decisively ignored her request and left the house.

We've got the data; we need to send it to Lingxia and the others right away.

"Demon Night" has been released on PC. Have you all generously opened your wallets, fellow fans? I, for one, will buy it first (doge)!

Chapter 439 The Saintess's Sleeping Service

Chapter 440 The Saintess's Sleeping Service

"You got it so quickly?"

The images of Lingxia and the others were projected into the grove. Using the channel created by the substitution magic, Shuoyue easily sent the data over and poured it into the blank substitution card in Lingxia's hand.

After completing this job, the assassin's magic was completely drained, not a single drop could be squeezed out.

"The information about Joan of Arc's spirit, including her spirit armor and physique, has been personally verified and is accurate." Taking advantage of the fact that the communication magic's power had not yet been exhausted, Shuoyue said at an extremely fast pace, "We must find an opportunity to inform the Black Party of this information before noon today."

As soon as she finished speaking, the communication card's magic was completely depleted, and the video feed cut off. Meanwhile, Rokudou Reika picked up the replacement card with its patterned design from the cabinet and handed it to Artoria.

"It's up to you now, Miss Artoria."

Shuoyue's plan was simple—by using her similar appearance, temperament, and class to Jeanne d'Arc, she would impersonate the Arbiter and pass messages to the Black Party.

Artoria didn't take it immediately; she was still pondering the meaning behind Shuoyue's words: "I can understand the spirit dress, but the body type? I've personally tested it and it's accurate?"

The thought of Joan of Arc lying unconscious on the bed made Ahoge uneasy: "Lingxia, do you think anything will happen between them?"

"Who would know about something like that?" Compared to a woman disguised as a man, and his wife and 'son' both being fake King Arthur, Liu Daolingxia was a seasoned pro. "A lone man and woman alone in a room, and he even knows the woman's body perfectly well, hmm..."

Upon hearing this, Artoria's eyes widened, and her pretty face immediately flushed red: "So, that means, Lord Shuoyue..."

"Alright, Miss Artoria, if you want to know what happened, why don't you just ask Mr. Sakuzuki next time?"

After giving Shuoyue a helping hand, Liudao Lingxia chuckled and pushed her ahoge (cowlick) out, saying, "Now, let's test if the card works properly. To be honest, I'm also very curious about what the Saintess disguised as Artoria looks like~~"

Lingxia and Daimao went to test it out, while in the grove near the village, Shuoyue, having recovered some of his magic, turned back in the direction he had come from and soon found his target.

"Coo coo coo..." Snow-white pigeons circled in the woods, their black eyes revealing a clear yet foolish gaze.

We're best buddies, why would I stand you up?

The moment Shuoyue saw the pigeons, a series of dishes flashed through her mind: pigeon soup, roasted pigeon, crispy pigeon, pigeon stew with chestnuts, and so on.

Once they're done, I'll give one to the King, one to Joan of Arc, and one to the Empress. They'll be so happy, won't they?

With a light cough, Shuoyue erased the inexplicable thoughts from her mind, appeared behind the pigeon, grabbed the white bird that was about to take flight in fright, and forced it to look at her.

The magic power gathered by the third method pierced through, easily finding the simplified spell formula of the Age of Gods. After reversing its analysis, it connected with a certain Servant in the distance.

At that moment, Empress Semiramis was discussing future matters with Amakusa when she suddenly cried out in surprise, covering her left eye, but she could not hide the surging platinum-gold radiance.

The light of the Third Law shone forth, outlining the image of the black-robed youth.

"Your Excellency Shuoyue?!" Amakusa stood up with a solemn expression. He first grasped the Empress's hand, then gently moved it away. After confirming that her eyes were not damaged, he turned to look at the projected figure.

"Why are you contacting us in this unusual way? What's going on?"

"Don't overthink it. It's just that we don't have cell phones or a causal link between us, so this is more cost-effective," Shuoyue explained calmly, completely unaware of how shocking his casual modification of the Divine Era Technique was to a modern magician.

"I have some information to share: the Black team seems to be heading to Sigiswala soon, for reasons unknown."

"What did you say?" Amakusa was startled and subconsciously looked at his servant. Semiramis covered his controlled left eye and said angrily, "Weren't you always by my side? These past two days you've been focused on building the Sky Garden, so it's only natural that you've neglected your intelligence network, right?"

They wouldn't suspect that Shuoyue was spreading false information. Firstly, it wouldn't benefit him as a fellow member of the Red Team, and secondly, if Shuoyue were lying, the Black Team wouldn't cooperate with his actions.

“In that case, let’s let the group go.” After thinking for a moment, Amakusa made his decision. “This is a good opportunity to test the strength of that rebellious knight.”

When the saintess, wearing a headband and with her holy banner fluttering, appeared at the gates of the city of Mirenia, no one doubted the aura of the Arbiter emanating from her, which led her to the royal court.

"Holy Maiden, is your return visit today a sign that you've decided to join my ranks and fight alongside us, the Black Faction?"

Vlad III sat on his throne, gazing expectantly at the blonde girl before him. However, Joan of Arc, or rather, the disguised Artoria, merely shook her head, her expression cold and her tone resolute:

"I have already said, Lord, I will not interfere in the battle between the two factions."

But then, based on what Lingxia had told her, Artoria changed the subject and said:

"However, considering that the Red team has committed an infringement against the arbitrator, the arbitrator's privilege is hereby exercised to release a piece of intelligence to the Black team."

Release intelligence?!

Danic and Vlad III exchanged a glance, their expressions invigorated.

Aside from the difference in strength, isn't the Holy Grail War essentially an intelligence war?

If the arbitrator provides crucial information, even if the Black side is inferior to the Red side in terms of raw strength, it can still gain an unimaginable advantage!

Amidst excitement and anticipation, the two leaders of the Black faction heard the arbitrator's voice.

"Today, the Red Faction and their Master secretly traveled to Sighishwara."

Upon hearing this, Danic instinctively looked at Avisbro, who had rushed over, but Avisbro shook his head.

"At least for now, there is no movement from the Red team."

"So, the Red Team used unknown means to get to Sigishwara? What are they planning to do?"

No, actually it's just that Shuoyue just spoke with the leader of the Red Team.

Artoria's inner monologue.

Cunning as Danic and valiant as Vlad III, the two leaders of the Black Faction could never have imagined that they were being manipulated like puppets by the lurking Shuoyue.

Even she, the nominal boss of Shuoyue, the king she served, often felt that her intelligence was being crushed by that young man, and her sense of defeat was quite strong.

The information about the Black team was revealed, prompting the Red team to make a move.

Revealing intelligence about the Red team forces the Black team to deploy troops.

In this way, although the intelligence was completely wrong at the time, it was absolutely correct in terms of facts.

Shuo Yueqing, how did you come up with this idea?

Unaware of his servant's praise, he returned to the village around dawn after revealing the information.

He had been busy all night and hadn't rested. Although Servants don't need sleep, the habits of the original body are obviously not something that can be changed easily.

Thinking about what to do next, Shuoyue pushed open the door, took off her black robe, lifted the covers, and crawled inside...

"Mmm~~" A soft moan came from the bed. Shuoyue was startled, only then remembering that Jeanne had occupied his room to catch up on sleep.

That is to say...