Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

After whispering, Shuoyue got up and returned to the restaurant.

At the dinner table, Joan of Arc was chatting happily with the android girl. The first thing Shuoyue heard was:

"How about the name Zieg?"

The android, who had been asking so earnestly, turned its gaze to him again after noticing the arrival of the new moon, silently seeking his opinion.

Noticing Shuoyue's confusion, Jeanne d'Arc smiled and explained, "Since you can live a healthy life, it's not good to be without a name. You can't keep calling yourself an 'artificial human' forever."

“I’ve heard your story from last night. Whether it’s the Black one who led the child out of the city or the Black one who was determined to sacrifice himself to save her, they both fully demonstrated what it means to be a hero. I think it’s no wonder that the child named herself ‘Zig’.”

Siegfried, Siegfried.

This is clearly a name the androids chose to commemorate the hero who willingly gave his life.

"How does it feel, Shuoyue? Does it sound nice?"

Master?

Two expectant gazes fell on Shuoyue, while the young man's eyes held a hint of helplessness, but he still nodded in the end.

"Yes, it's a very nice name."

Chapter 442 Each Sets Off, Lion's Dream

Chapter 443 Each Sets Off, Lion's Dream

A name is the shortest curse in the world.

Just like what Seimei said to Minamoto no Hiromasa in Onmyoji, the shortest spell in the world is 'name'.

A name signifies existence; the journey from namelessness to fame is the process of going from nothing to having.

You are likely to become whoever you believe you are; as you constantly define your future with a certain 'name,' your future will be influenced by this 'curse' and develop in that direction.

This philosophical theory also applies to the android girl, Sieg. Since she chose to imitate the name of that great hero because she admired him, it means that Sieg's life is destined to be extraordinary.

In the original story, the homunculus who inherited this name returned to the battlefield and ultimately transformed into a dragon, bringing the Greater Grail to the inner side of the Holy Grail. Was this also due to the influence of this name?

Shuoyue didn't know, but since she was determined to use her as a pawn to disrupt the black side, she shouldn't have given her a name.

Perhaps it was the cycle of fate, for in the short time he was gone, the homunculus girl, guided by Jeanne d'Arc, became Sieg again.

Looking at the silver-haired, red-eyed, and exquisitely handsome Zieg, Shuoyue sighed helplessly and said bluntly, "I'm planning to leave."

He and Lingxia had made preparations, luring both the Red and Black sides to Sigishwara. As the mastermind behind it all, it was time for him to set off and oversee the overall situation.

“But Sieg, you cannot travel with me from now on.”

The homunculus opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Shuoyue: "Don't forget, you are now the Master of the Black Faction, while I am on the Red Faction, so we are on opposing sides."

"Wait a minute." Joan sensed something was wrong. "Sieg hasn't decided to go to the Black Square yet, has she? She just escaped from there, you know."

However, no sooner had Joan of Arc finished speaking than the homunculus raised his hand and weakly said:

"Well, Miss Jeanne, after thinking about it, I've decided to go back."

"Why?" Joan of Arc asked incredulously. "You've already achieved a peaceful life! This village won't be affected by the Holy Grail War, and you can even use it as a springboard to travel to other countries and explore the world properly. But why..."

Why choose to return to the brutal battlefield?

“Because my wish lies there.” Facing the gaze of the Arbiter, the homunculus named 'Sieg' lowered his eyes, staring at the Command Seals on the back of his hand. “I know that if I just take one step forward, I can achieve that day. I can survive, I can obtain something, or I can find hope within it.”

For this very moment, a hero healed her, a hero gave her life, and walked alongside her.

Everything was for this step.

However, in the process of pursuing freedom, the androids discovered that they had been changed without even realizing it.

"Although I feel bad saying this to the heroes who saved me, my wish is no longer just to survive."

As Zig spoke, he recalled the compatriots that Shuoyue had mentioned to her on the road.

They exist as expendable resources, facing a meaningless death, as if this is their only destination...

"Immersed in rotting liquid, one can only live in constant fear. Death, as a certainty of the future, is common to all things, but it is truly unreasonable and tragic if even the process of reaching death is prescribed to be something one cannot do."

It's hard to imagine that Sieg, who strictly speaking only had a few days left to live, would speak so frankly about his thoughts in front of Joan of Arc and the new moon.

"Just as I received help, I want to help them too. That way, I feel I can face them with a clear conscience even if we meet again. I can proudly say that I helped everyone seeking freedom—"

"Besides that, you actually want to reunite with Hei, right?"

Joan of Arc stared intently at Sieg, noticing the shy smile that appeared on her face after he mentioned it.

Ah, how could she ignore this most basic human emotion?

"The longing for that young female knight (note: the title is correct)... is such a precious emotion."

As Joan of Arc muttered these words to herself, her face involuntarily darkened.

This isn't meant to be negative; perhaps Astolfo wanted the Homunculi to do this? But setting aside any extraneous emotions, she was acting as a arbiter in this Holy Grail War.

“In that case, I will not stop you. Miss Sieg, you are born to be associated with this Holy Grail War. Of course, I hope to respect your wishes and wish you success in your future endeavors.”

At this point, Joan of Arc turned her head to look at the smiling Shuoyue and couldn't help but pout.

"As for Mr. Shuoyue... why are you smiling so happily?"

"It's because Sieg's actions meet my expectations..." Shuoyue put away her expression and looked seriously at the android who was about to set off: "Since you have made up your mind, then as your teacher, let me give you another lesson."

The afternoon sun was warm and intense. The young man stood in the shadow cast by the house and whispered:

"Be clear about your position, Sieg. You are not the protagonist who saves the world, but a pioneer who stands up for the survival of androids, nothing more."

"Life is not special. Once we step onto the battlefield, we are all subject to the possibility of being consumed."

"Don't die before your wish is fulfilled, Sieg." Shuoyue looked at the Command Seals on the back of the homunculus's hand and said meaningfully, "Hold your power in your hands, and you will have the right to stand on the field."

Sieg went out to the Black Side to try and save his people.

Joan of Arc has departed; as the Judge, she is destined to move towards the place where heroic spirits gather.

After bidding farewell to the old man Sershu, Shuoyue also set off towards Sigishvara.

But at the end of the road, the young man looked back as if he had a premonition. The events that had happened in that small house still stirred up a storm in his usually calm heart, like a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings.

"A cute and easy-to-bully saintess..."

He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile, then wiped it away in dissatisfaction. The ruthless and indifferent assassin flicked his black robe, and platinum-gold spiritual particles dissipated, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Along with the unhealed wound.

Even Shuoyue was unaware that this morning, a mercenary who had experienced bloodshed had a dream.

In his dream, he saw Great Britain in a distant, old era.

Participants in the Holy Grail War often dream, probably because they are connected to the deeper spiritual aspects of the universe.

They viewed each other's past in the form of dreams, a phenomenon that occurred frequently in the Third Holy Grail War and the Sub-Holy Grail War.

Therefore, even when Shiki Jieli found himself suddenly on the battlefield, he was not surprised at all.

Well, that kind of thing can happen.

This must be his Mordred past. Coming to his senses, she stood beside him. In her hand lay her beloved weapon, the gleaming King's Sword, which had also proven useful in this Holy Grail War.

Originally, this was not her weapon. It belonged to King Arthur, kept in his armory, and was a sword that could be considered a symbol of the throne.

Mordred seized the sword, declared herself queen, and sparked a massive rebellion. Now, she holds it in her hand and challenges King Arthur alone.

"So, this is Kamran?"

Yes, this is Camlann Hill—the battlefield where the rebellious knight Mordred and King Arthur fought their final battle. The magnificent tale of knighthood ended because of this tragic war.

The arrows pierced through the lightly armored soldiers. But Mordred, completely encased in steel, ignored all attacks and charged forward relentlessly.

King Arthur unified Great Britain with his unparalleled leadership. But why did so many soldiers support Mordred's rebellion?

As the unification effort was nearing completion, anti-war sentiment spread throughout the country – this was one of the reasons.

One of the reasons for the collapse of royal authority was the scandal between Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, who was hailed as the perfect 'Knight of the Lake,' and Queen Guinevere.

One reason is that the knights harbored a strange fear and even a sense of scorn towards the king, who was too incorruptible and devoid of any personal feelings.

However, there is another point, and that is the knight himself who rebelled against the monarchy.

Gazing at the battlefield, Lion's Claw knew perfectly well that Mordred's fighting style was utterly barbaric. The swordsmanship that the knights were so proud of was as fragile as withered branches before her.

It was as if driven by instinct, yet it was the most appropriate and efficient way to kill. The soldiers following behind were also in high spirits; it was a melody expressing human instinct. The footsteps that moved forward produced a majestic sound like a huge taiko drum.

— Just like a natural disaster such as a tornado.

Her strength is an undeniable reality, a strength imbued with a touch of madness. But on the battlefield, this madness is precisely what is most admirable.

She was as powerful as a monster, sweeping away enemies like a storm. Soldiers followed her like madmen.

Where will this frenzied warrior end up? I really want to witness it all.

Ultimately, the soldiers' fervent faith in this 'new king' was their motivation. However, no matter how high their morale was, their strength was still limited. The number of soldiers dwindled one by one, hundreds, thousands, were annihilated in succession.

Mordred would never look back; as long as there was victory, the number of soldiers—no, the number of people—would naturally increase. That seemed to be the case in her mind.

Under the beast-like force of her sword, the corpses of the henchmen piled up like mountains, but Mordred paid them no heed. All she cared about was her father—King Arthur, and no one else.

"Where is King Arthur?! Where is the King of Knights?!"

The roar of the rebellious knight echoed for a long time on Camlann Hill.

Thus, the Holy King of Knights made his grand entrance.

Chapter 443 King Arthur and Mordred Pass By

Chapter 444 King Arthur and Mordred Pass By

King Arthur appeared before Mordred, who was resting with his sword instead of a staff.

His expression remained serene, devoid of pity or hatred. Looking at that emotionless face, Mordred grew visibly agitated.

On the battlefield where no one had survived, Mordred spread his arms wide and roared, driven by passion:

"How is it! How is it, King Arthur! Your kingdom is doomed! It is about to perish! I have finally defeated you—now, everything is destroyed!"

With a face that bore a striking resemblance to Mordred's, the king, who looked almost like a boy, silently endured her words. Despite Mordred's furious shouts, he remained unmoved and did not even respond to her words, mechanically adopting a sword-raising stance.