Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

This was the most unbearable response Mordred could receive. With a roar, the rebellious knight swung his sword down.

King Arthur responded with his sword, sparks flying from their two sacred blades. They fought for victory, but the outcome would not change. As Mordred had said, whoever won, the kingdom would swiftly perish.

"You should have known from the beginning that things would turn out this way! You knew it from the start! If you had just given me the throne, this wouldn't have happened...!"

Mordred's sword showed no sign of abating as she roared wildly, her voice a mixture of anger, joy, and indescribable emotions.

Mordred, born out of wedlock, longed for her father but was rejected and denied her existence—ultimately, the two fought each other on the battlefield.

—I hate you so much, I hate you so much! You are so hateful, you perfect king! You are so hateful, you refuse to acknowledge my existence! I would be perfectly content just to be your shadow, yet you have never once looked back at me!

—So this is the just punishment, King Arthur. I will destroy you, you bastard, everything you have!

"Do you hate me?! Do you hate me?! Do you hate me, this cursed child?! Answer me... answer me, King Arthur!"

Finally, King Arthur responded to the call, and with a voice devoid of any emotion, he made his pronouncement.

"Because you do not have the capacity to be a king."

The response was utterly indifferent, merely acknowledging Mordred's actions and ruthlessly labeling her as an object lacking the qualities of a king.

With those decisive words, the Holy Lance Rungomminiad pierced Mordred's chest.

No matter how hard the steel, it was meaningless in front of this gun. Mordred's helmet cracked, revealing the girl's face that Lion's Robbery knew so well.

Even though blood was still dripping from her lips, Mordred still reached out her hand to King Arthur in front of her.

Father, King.

Ignoring the girl's dying movements, and realizing he had won the battle, King Arthur silently turned and left.

After this, King Arthur, led by the knight Bedivere, threw the sword back into the lake. Some say King Arthur died there, while others say he went to Avalon to heal his wounds.

The legend of King Arthur thus came to an end.

Lion's Roar didn't even glance at King Arthur who had left, but instead stared at the dejected Mordred. Then, he let out a deep sigh.

"Damn, what an unsettling dream."

The dream was so real, so vivid, that you could even smell the blood. Mordred's eyes had completely lost their luster; she sat on the ground, like an empty shell without a soul, looking utterly bewildered.

That's right. Whether then or now, the real Mordred is just a corpse, a corpse that will eventually rot and be devoured by insects.

King Arthur became a legend, and Mordred became the knight who tarnished that legend.

Her passion, her fervent desire, had nowhere to remain; it vanished with the wind. Even in the very end, not a single one of her own family showed her any mercy.

"Sigh, what I summoned is really troublesome."

Lion's Retribution thought that there had to be a limit to the similarity between the two. After all, they were just Heroic Spirits from another world. Although the spiritual connection between them was important, if they became too entangled, it would be another matter, because once they obtained the Holy Grail, their relationship would end.

In other words, even if Lion's Roar wanted to change something, he was powerless to do so.

So, it was a deliberately unpleasant dream. For Lion's Robbery, nothing was more unsettling than the theme of "a child seeking fatherly love."

As he waited to wake up, Lionclaw sat down beside Mordred's corpse. Then, he simply gazed indifferently at the dying nation and the collapsing people.

Regardless of the era or the country, the final outcome is the same—

As dawn broke, the first thing the grumpy Lion Robber said to Red was:

"Seriously, don't give me such weird dreams."

Although I don't quite understand what you're saying, was it my fault?

Upon hearing this unreasonable complaint, Xiao Mo, who was playing with the cat, widened her eyes in surprise.

The two did not stay in the catacombs of Tolifas, but instead spent the night in a small hotel in Sighisoara. Just in case, they subtly hinted that they should stay in a room booked by someone else.

It is said that during a Holy Grail War, someone blew up an entire hotel building in an attempt to kill their opponent, causing incalculable destruction and loss. Therefore, caution is never a bad thing.

"Then why did you bring us here?"

"Because of the priest's orders, and according to the young man I saw in that church, a follower of the Red Party has appeared here."

The autumn air was crisp and clear, and the two, somewhat out of place in the open-air café, were having afternoon tea. Xiao Mo looked at the ancient buildings, which were exactly the same as in her previous life, and turned her face away with a displeased expression, while Shi Zi Jie silently read the map in the local newspaper, learning about the area.

"Damn it... This boring place is so uncomfortable, it's no different from my time!" Mordred was bored out of his mind and could only find amusement in the stray cats by the roadside. He chased after them with agility that rivaled that of cats and even made threatening expressions, just like a giant cat.

"In that case, I won't rest until I've fought the enemy Servants to my heart's content!"

"Cheer up. If the priest's information is correct, the Black Faction's Servants have already arrived here. Once night falls, the fighting and slaughter will begin, right?"

"Oh!" Mordred exclaimed excitedly, clapping her fists together. "I can't wait! My first Servant battle—who will my opponent be?!"

Xiao Mo, who was shouting excitedly, did not notice a group of four people crossing the street. Among them, a slender figure in a black robe raised his head and gave her a long, lingering look.

"What's wrong, my king?" The young man, whose appearance was seemingly ordinary after being disguised, but whose temperament and demeanor were extraordinary, smiled. "What do you think when you see your own child?"

“Please correct your statement, Lord Mordred.” Artoria withdrew her gaze, hiding her expression beneath her black robe. “Lord Mordred is a Knight of the Round Table, but nothing more.”

"That's exactly the same story as that one from Chaldea..." Sakuyue thought to herself. Beside them, Rokudou Reika, who was holding the hand of a silver-haired little girl, smiled and said, "Is that Miss Artoria's child? They really do look alike."

"Lingxia!" Artoria was a little annoyed. She was about to say something when she suddenly bumped into Shuoyue's back.

The projection of the new moon revealed a replica of Hades' cloak, which, while concealing her appearance, also limited her vision. In pain, the girl with the ahoge covered her nose and looked at the young man who remained standing there with a wronged expression.

"Shuoyueqing, why did you suddenly stop?"

"Look." Shuoyue gestured towards a shop by the roadside. Following his gaze, she saw a small mask stall.

"Although we have the task of subduing Mordred today, we still have plenty of time to rest before nightfall."

At this point, Shuoyue looked at the ahoge (cowlick) hidden under the black robe and smiled slightly.

"We can't keep you hiding things all the time, so you can't even enjoy your rest."

Before Artoria could refute, Shuoyue stepped forward, spoke with the merchant for a moment, and bought a small lion mask, handing it to Ahoge.

Whether it's Carnival Phantasm or other series, it has been mentioned more than once that Artoria has a special fondness for lions because she used to raise a lion cub, and she considers it a symbol of power.

“Um…” However, faced with Shuoyue’s overly frank actions, Artoria became shy instead. “Um, Lord Shuoyue, are you mistaken? I am the king, you know. How could I wear such a cute, no, such a childish mask… right?”

Unfortunately, what appeared before her was not the real Shuoyue, but Shuoyue in assassin mode.

"I see." Shuoyue responded noncommittally and reached out to remove Artoria's cloak.

Her long-suppressed ahoge (cowlick) stood up high, and her golden hair cascaded down, revealing a look of surprise on Artoria's stunningly beautiful face.

"Shuoyueqing?!"

“My lord, it’s best not to speak now.” As Shuoyue spoke, she casually moved closer to Artoria, personally placing the lion mask on her face and tying the ropes for her. “You don’t want Mordred to hear us, do you?”

"She clearly wanted me to subdue her..." Artoria muttered, while Shuoyue smiled without saying a word. After putting on the mask, she took a step back, looked at Artoria's current appearance, and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's good, then we don't have to worry about being exposed."

Liu Daolingxia watched as the man and woman, who addressed each other as a king and a knight, unconsciously displayed intimacy, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Little Jack didn't understand love and romance. She blinked her innocent big eyes and watched the interaction between the two 'mothers'.

"It's nothing, I just found it very interesting."

The woman, who was used as a living sacrifice and teetered on the brink of death, one day found herself traveling with many heroes, watching their interactions as normal as those of ordinary people, and even gaining such a lovely daughter...

Being alive is truly wonderful.

Lingxia continued on her way with gratitude, while Altria, after a brief moment of awkwardness, gradually began to enjoy the pleasure of shopping.

After spending an unknown amount of time in the monotonous flower fields of Avalon, she finally returned to the bustling streets. Moreover, shopping is one of the sources of happiness for women, and for Artoria, such an experience was quite rare and precious.

"Shuoyueqing, I've discovered that masks are really useful!"

"Oh?"

"As long as you wear it, no one will know where you're staring!"

As if she had discovered some incredible truth, Artoria excitedly shared her insights.

"Is that so?" Shuoyue smiled without saying a word.

Just then, the four of them passed by a food stall, and the girl with the ahoge (cowlick) wearing a lion mask suddenly stopped in her tracks...

My king, do you really think I don't know where you're looking?

The character in this picture is from a Servant.

Chapter 444 Being in Tulifas

Chapter 445 Being in Tulifas

A magnificent church, ancient wooden stairs, secluded towers, and a well-preserved medieval castle, with thick walls protecting colorful cottages.

Strolling along the cobblestone streets, gentlemen in suits and ladies in dresses walk freely, while a lady in a Victorian hat pauses in front of a shop window. A rich British accent comes from a telephone booth, and maple leaves fall like rain, staining the puddles on the ground red.

Contemplate in the underground café of the 13th-century clock tower, or climb the winding wooden stairs to the top of the black and white tower to admire the sunset and the golden edges of the distant, uneven rooftops.

For Shuoyue and Lingxia, this was a perfect afternoon to touch history and appreciate the beautiful scenery.

For Artoria and Jack, this was a precious time to look back on the past and enjoy the company of their Masters.

Unfortunately, happy times are always so short. As the sunlight was stored away for a long time, it gradually turned into a deep sunset. The residents of Sighishwara had already returned home. Even though they had never been exposed to the mysteries, their instincts told them that the world of the night did not belong to them.

"Mom, it's almost night!" Little Jack, as cheerful as a little bird, ran down the street with his arms outstretched. Suddenly, he turned to look at Director Lingxia and asked, "Is it time for the murder scene to begin?"

There were still a few pedestrians on the street. After hearing the child say such innocent yet cruel words, they all looked at the three people behind Jack with disbelief, then lowered their heads and quickened their pace to leave.

Lingxia and Artoria were both momentarily stunned, but Shuoyue was oblivious. He walked up to her with a smile and pinched the girl's cheek.

“It’s not like that tonight. Tonight is when Artoria meets her child, just like you and Lingxia’s mother.”

Just like how Lingxia would have her stomach ripped open by Jack if she answered even the slightest question, Mordred would also raise her sword without hesitation to attack her beloved father.

However, Shuoyue believes that Artoria and Mordred will eventually reconcile like Lingxia and Jack, becoming the closest father and son (mother and daughter).

After all, the Knights of the Round Table are all hopeless fans of the king.

“Mmm.” Jack didn’t understand Shuoyue’s words, but that didn’t stop her from responding to the action. The girl rubbed her hand affectionately against the young man’s palm, with the attachment that was unique to the abandoned.

Seeing Jack's obvious abnormality, Artoria thought long and hard before finally asking, "Shuoyueqing, what should we do about Jack's current condition? Is there any way to improve it?"

"Miss Artoria, is there something wrong with little Jack?" Lingxia asked in surprise, while Shuoyue paused slightly, pondered for a moment, and then spoke:

"I can only say that it is very difficult. The income and the return are not proportional at all. After all, the concept of 'aggregate of vengeful spirits' is Jack himself. To change this concept is tantamount to challenging the entire Throne of Heroes and the entire World Record Belt."

Liu Daolingxia fell silent. Clearly, Xiao Jieke was different from normal children, and she, who spent every day with him, could not pretend not to see it.