Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

More importantly, it's using someone else's body...

Lord, please forgive my blasphemy, my transgression, my infidelity...

"You should ask for forgiveness not from the one in heaven, but from me."

The young man's voice grew closer as he approached. Joan of Arc felt someone gently pat her head and then pick up her shirt. Amid the rustling sounds, Shuoyue's voice was tinged with amusement.

"Get up, Miss Arbitrator. I believe you are not so cowardly as to not take responsibility for your actions."

Upon hearing Shuoyue's words, Joan of Arc could no longer pretend to be dead. She raised her head and looked at Shuoyue with moist eyes.

"Um, how can I make it up to you?"

"Oh, you're using honorifics, aren't you?" Shuoyue couldn't help but laugh. Instead of taking advantage of the situation, he tapped the table and said, "It's lunchtime, let's eat first."

"Oh." Under the smiling gaze of the new moon, Joan of Arc pursed her lips, but finally obediently sat down and picked up her knife and fork.

Then... she was faced with the most agonizing meal of her life.

The desserts were delicious, the main courses were great, and the snacks were just as good... But Shuoyue, could you please stop staring at me like that?! Don't you eat?!

The saintess wailed inwardly, but that didn't stop her from channeling her grief and anger into her appetite. She devoured the food on the table in a whirlwind, and even the android girl was intimidated by her aura, putting down her utensils and carefully handing the big boss some food.

As for Shuoyue, who had dressed herself up again, she stared intently at Joan of Arc, admiring her beautiful and holy profile, her golden eyes filled with a smile she herself was unaware of.

Unspeakable? Too embarrassing to talk about?

This is a lie!

As a Servant, Shuoyue can transform into a spirit and leave at any time, so how could Jeanne d'Arc possibly gain the upper hand?

He couldn't help it; the wonderful memories of last night flooded his mind like a tide.

He recalled the sleeping, docile saintly maiden, who clung to him like an octopus, her face buried in his chest, uttering soft, adorable murmurs.

He recalled the girl sniffling, then suddenly opening her small mouth and biting his chest. Strands of hair fell down, and a mixture of pain and itchiness assaulted him, causing the young man to frown slightly, yet suppressing his voice, unable to take his gaze away from the girl.

He recalled how, after their playful antics, the girl had let go of his embrace, but he couldn't help but pull her back into his arms, refusing to let go. Looking at her pouting, rosy lips, he reached out and brushed her cheek, picking up strands of her golden hair.

Just recalling it, Shuoyue could no longer suppress his smile, until he saw it on Jeanne's face and she felt a chill run down her spine. Holding her bowl and chopsticks, she pushed the table away and silently retreated, retreated, retreated...

"Hmm, finished eating?" Shuoyue snapped out of his reverie. He looked at Jeanne, who had already retreated a few meters away, and stood up casually. "Are you full? Do you need me to make you anything else?"

"Um, no need," Jeanne said softly, feeling unusually uncomfortable with Shuoyue's current appearance. "How can I make it up to you?"

Looking at the respectful Saintess, Shuoyue chuckled inwardly, flicked her smooth forehead, causing the girl to cry out in surprise and cover her forehead in grievance before getting up with satisfaction.

"Let's talk about compensation later. I have some things to attend to and need to go out for a bit. Miss Arbitrator, please communicate with the homunculus I rescued. As a new Master who escaped from Blackfist Fortress, gained the right to participate in the war, and signed a contract with Blackfist, she must have a lot of knowledge that you need to explain to her."

"Master? Is it this homunculus girl?" When it came to serious matters, Jeanne d'Arc quickly composed herself and looked at the silver-haired girl who rarely spoke. Meanwhile, Sakuzuki took the opportunity to slip out of their sight and return to her room.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed still warm from his body, Shuoyue's smile gradually faded. He snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and the imaginary space unfolded, causing a metallic image monitor to fall out.

The image display looked ordinary, without any extraordinary mystery or powerful magic attached to it. When Shuoyue turned it on, a corner of the courtyard was reflected on the lit screen.

A priest in a robe with a gentle face walked among them, heading towards a certain part of the courtyard.

"After hiding it for so long, you're finally going to wrap things up while I'm away."

Looking at the man in the picture, Shuoyue's lips curled slightly, her golden eyes filled with indifference and mockery.

"Unfortunately, no matter how much you guard against it, you still can't escape my grasp, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada..."

Accompanied by the assassins' whispers, the red priest remained oblivious, simply straightening his posture before seemingly respectfully pushing open an inconspicuous little door.

As the wisps of smoke dissipated, the priest, beaming with smiles, disappeared into them.

—Including someone's familiar lurking in the imaginary number.

My mental state was completely shattered during the exam. I guess I need to create some "dog food" (a Chinese slang term for romantic moments) to comfort myself and heal my wounded heart (laughing and crying).

The scenes between Shuoyue and Jeanne d'Arc are almost over. Next up is the scenes between Mozai and Ahoge... well, plus Jeanne d'Arc's Takeuchi face making a random appearance.

Chapter 441 The Masters of the Red Team and Sieg

Chapter 442 The Masters of the Red Team and Sieg

Thus, the largest Holy Grail War in history—the Holy Grail War—came to an end. The defeat of the Black faction and the victory of the Red faction were confirmed. It was regrettable that the Greater Grail's functions ceased, preventing wishes from being fulfilled, but the enormous reward from the Mage's Association was enough to console them. With the Greater Grail no longer functioning, there was no need to argue about it further.

The Red Team members, each with their own thoughts, entered a resting state, slowly healing their post-war fatigue.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work."

Just as when they first met, the white-haired priest offered everyone black tea.

"Thanks."

The moment it entered my mouth, a cool, fragrant aroma instantly permeated my chest. It wasn't just my lungs; it felt like it was seeping into every part of my body—an incomparably comfortable sensation. At the same time, it was also because the work had been completed so smoothly—I hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time since becoming a magician.

"Very good tea."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"Father Amakusa, aren't you going to drink?"

"No, although I am very good at brewing tea, I am not used to drinking black tea."

He gave a wry smile, then poured some water into his cup. "Is this how the Japanese are?" the magicians mused vaguely.

However, if they were familiar with island culture, these arrogant magicians would know how loyalty and filial piety, betrayal and treachery were rampant among the people of that island nation and that era, and how they could hide a knife behind a smile.

The poison belonging to the Empress has taken deep root in every cup of red tea served and in every smile and conversation.

Now, it's time for it to blossom and bear fruit.

"Oh, right, I just remembered. I also need you to hand over the Command Seals you have."

"Command Seals? Why?"

Command Seals—are extremely important—and must be firmly grasped in order to achieve victory in war.

"Hey everyone, the Holy Grail War is over, isn't it?"

That's certainly true.

That makes sense.

That's right, the Holy Grail War is over. Although it was a very tough battle, now that it's over, the Command Seals have become meaningless.

"How about you all ask the church to pay the fees? We can handle it by having me pay money to receive the Command Seals—"

The afternoon sun illuminated the hazy smoke in the room and the magicians' dreamy faces, as if the world itself were a bizarre and fantastical dream.

A command spell that has become meaningless, exchanged for wealth that will last a lifetime.

This is a high reward that no one can refuse. The church is indeed incredibly foolish, treating such worthless people as treasures.

Just as the Masters were immersed in their fantasies and were about to hand over the crucial 'that', a mocking laugh suddenly arose from somewhere. An invisible familiar came from the other side and easily invaded the body of a certain magician.

Destroy his brain, take root in it, and transform it into someone's limbs, someone's puppet.

"Tuk-tuk."

The sound of tapping on the table shattered the meaningless tranquility. In the warm sunlight, a magician closed his eyes, concealing the darkness flowing beneath them.

"The Holy Grail War is over, but the Servants weren't taken back by the Holy Grail, were they?"

Without shattering the illusion woven by Amakusa, the magician manipulated by Sakugetsu merely smiled, just as countless greedy and insatiable humans had opened Pandora's box:

"If the Command Seals were still in place, these highest-ranking familiars would be priceless assets... wouldn't they?"

Servants are the embodiment of the Throne of Heroes, the manifestation of fantasy.

In the modern world, who can stop these monsters?

What modern things can't we obtain through them?

Compared to the Servants, how insignificant is the compensation provided by the Church?

The peaceful atmosphere vanished completely. The magicians no longer concealed their inner darkness. They whispered among themselves, testing each other, weaving greedy beasts with words and grotesque acts. The malevolent beasts that transformed into them crossed the sea, baring their fangs and claws at the only saint in the arena, mocking him wantonly.

Want more, want better.

Slaughter, plunder, and climbing upwards, trampling over corpses.

This is the evil of humanity, an essence that even poison cannot cure.

The smile vanished from Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's face. For a fleeting moment, he revealed his saintly nature, exuding a boiling murderous intent towards the magicians whose smiles had crumbled.

But the saint's angry gaze vanished in an instant. Amakusa expressionlessly picked up the teapot, and as the tea was poured out, steam mixed with poisonous smoke surged forth again, numbing the magicians' will once more.

Amakusa downed the black tea in one gulp, suppressing the raging fire within him, bowed silently, and then left the ugly room.

"This is the nature of humanity; you should know it very well."

The empress in the black dress was already leaning against the door, casting a lazy glance at the young saint: "Although it was unexpected, as a magician, it's natural to reach out to anyone who can take advantage of the situation—heh, in that respect, I'm the same."

Empress Semiramis, a venomous woman who rose to power by stepping on two generations of husbands.

Although he is not good at magic, his essence as a magician has never changed.

"I'm just surprised they haven't been completely controlled yet." Faced with the Empress's seemingly sarcastic but actually concerned words, Amakusa chuckled and shook his head. "But it's alright, I believe in your Noble Phantasm; they'll fall sooner or later."

Only by seizing the Command Seals from them could the Red Team truly become Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's one-man show.

The Empress's Noble Phantasm is nearing completion; once everything is in place, that will be the day his wish begins to come true.

Amakusa took one last deep look at the room, then turned and strode away without looking back.

As he so envisions the future, isn't he also poisoned by the word 'wish'?

Unfortunately, this was the last time he would see these Masters.

"So it was in the unfinished rooftop garden? No wonder I couldn't find it for so long."

Shuoyue put down the monitor and rhythmically tapped her thigh with her fingers.

Amakusa has been trying very hard to guard against him. Any surveillance related to magic has been eliminated by him and the Empress. Even the surveillance cameras that Sakuzuki placed in the church, which he did with a bit of luck and a bit of testing, have been found and destroyed.

Neither Amakusa nor Sakuzuki directly addressed the contest between surveillance and counter-surveillance, but they tacitly countered each other's moves, which did not affect their cooperation.

But in the end, there can only be one winner: the new moon.

In this intelligence war, he successfully located the Red Team Masters.

"After all, even if you, Amakusa, understand the technology of this era, the science and technology decades from now will be far more advanced than the changes in the mystical world."