Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

But she did not lose heart. Instead, she and Artoria turned their hopeful gazes toward the new moon.

This young man in black robes, the assassin who has repeatedly brought miracles, will surely be able to save this child this time as well.

"Jack the Ripper's situation is special; different classes will trigger different phenomena, so I will do my best to save her."

Shuoyue withdrew her hand, stood up, and calmly said the next sentence:

"But if it can't be saved, then be prepared to make the most of it before giving up."

Upon hearing this, Liu Daolingxia and Artoria were stunned, frozen in place, while the bewildered little Jack looked up, not understanding why the atmosphere between the mothers had become so tense.

Shuoyue was completely unaware of the unusual atmosphere. Following his train of thought, he said to himself, "The existence of Jack the Ripper is contradictory. He is a wronged ghost, but also an innocent child. Once the evil within him is unleashed, he is destined to spread this contradiction to anyone he touches."

"And as I said, Red, Atalanta's wish is to save all the children in the world; while Jeanne, the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, is a saint whose mission is to eliminate vengeful spirits. In other words, if Red and Jeanne are brought together and Jack the Ripper is detonated, it will trigger a natural antagonism between the two—"

Before Shuoyue could finish speaking, Artoria ripped off her mask, stepped forward, and grabbed his collar.

With a forceful pull, Shuoyue dragged the unsuspecting youth close to her. She clearly saw the lingering astonishment in Artoria's eyes, as well as an overwhelming sense of disappointment.

"I'm warning you, Shuoyue, I don't want to hear about this a second time."

Artoria was clearly furious. She took a deep breath, her flat chest heaving, and her beautiful face calmed down a little before she continued:

"If it were the you I know, the real you, you would never allow such thoughts to exist. Clearly, Sakuzuki, you are fundamentally different in that respect, even reminding me of that annoying Emiya Kiritsugu—"

As dusk burned like fire, in Shuoyue's eyes, the golden hair of the young knight king was so dazzling, just like her holy blue eyes, that he could hardly look directly at her.

"If there is a next time, Master, I will draw my sword against you."

After uttering this warning, Artoria put on her mask and walked away without looking back.

Deep love and responsibility.

If she stayed any longer, she feared that as night fell, she would not be able to resist personally disciplining that young man, whom she had personally acknowledged as a Knight of the Round Table.

Suppression—Ruling—Ruling party.

[Remember this, Artoria, I've changed your Spirit Origin to Arbiter, an Arbiter summoned by 'one person,' belonging only to one person~~]

As if struck by a thunderbolt, Artoria, who was walking briskly, froze on the spot, gazing at the sky dyed red by the sunset. In a daze, it seemed as if a wicked nightmare was smiling at her.

If Merlin's words were initially cryptic, then after fully realizing the abnormality of the new moon, her 'intuition' had already pointed out the true meaning of becoming the adjudicator.

"The Sword of Excalibur, the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, the scabbard Avalon, and the enhanced Wind King Barrier..."

King Arthur, who was in his strongest form and had taken all the Noble Phantasms he possessed, felt no pride. Instead, he smiled bitterly.

Ah, Merlin, I think I understand what you mean—

If you want to defeat Shuo Yueqing, you must be in such a perfect state to have a chance of defeating him.

Ahoge left angrily, and Liudao Lingxia naturally couldn't ignore Shuoyue's words either, so she took Xiaojie and left the group.

Tonight, all that's needed is for Artoria and Mordred to make contact; there's no need to gather all of Blue's forces.

As for the solitary Shuoyue, she felt no loss or regret. Just as Artoria said, an assassin who takes war seriously is nothing more than a machine that acts for a purpose.

Emotions and other irrelevant variables are meaningless to Shuoyue. As long as Artoria and Lingxia remain on the Black side and follow his orders, he will not take any action.

But—Artoria's disappointed gaze would still occasionally flash through his mind.

"Tsk, troublesome assassin. No, this time the blame should be placed on the real person, right?"

Wandering alone through the streets, the young man, now back to his original appearance, looked up thoughtfully at the sunset slowly sinking into the mountains.

Nothing special happened, except that the assassin suddenly remembered—

If it were the real person, how would he evaluate what happened tonight?

With this thought in mind, the young man closed his eyes and, following the mysterious contract, sent all his memories to the other side of that time and space—

Planets, universe, spacetime, new world.

On a cool, sunny afternoon with the sound of an organ playing, a white-haired, golden-eyed young man was enjoying a beautiful woman playing the organ at church when suddenly, his expression froze.

"What's wrong?" Karen, with her indifferent expression, noticed that the young man was not in a good mood. She stopped playing, turned around, and Shuoyue simply shook her head silently, got up, and went back to her room.

"Me... I actually used up all my magic to create a connection, what happened?"

The dragon's heart throbbed, and a vast ocean of magic spread throughout her body. Shuoyue muttered in confusion as she accepted this 'compressed package' of memories.

Thus, the memories that belonged to Shuoyue suddenly burst forth in her mind, playing back rapidly.

As he watched, the young man's expression grew serious.

"This is bad..."

With a creak, the door was opened without permission, and a small figure in a red dress walked in, skillfully climbed onto the bed, and sat in the young man's warm arms.

What are you doing?

Faced with the silent invitation from a certain little dragon to 'play together,' Shuoyue did not accept. Instead, she unconsciously tapped her knees. After a long while, she looked at the culprit in a certain sense—Draco—with a wry smile.

"You really are a handful."

"Yu?" Draco pointed at himself guiltily, wondering if Shuoyue had found out about scaring Xiao Hei and Illya last night.

With a gentle force, the little girl in the red dress was grabbed by Shuoyue, who roughly ruffled her hair: "It's 'Endless Sorrowful Wish'... which is the Beast's Blessing. I never thought it could twist my personality like that."

"You from another world?" Draco finally realized what was happening. She looked up at Shuoyue's troubled expression and immediately revealed a gloating smile.

"Didn't I tell you? If you want to win me over, you'll have to pay a price... Sigh!"

With a startled and embarrassed cry, Draco covered his delicate buttocks, his face flushed with anger, and bit Shuoyue's arm.

"Stop messing around." Even though the bite was on her arm, Shuoyue instinctively covered her chest. After realizing what had happened, she let go and, without changing her expression, pinched the little red dragon's cheek. "Don't cause me any trouble during this time. I need to use my magic to maintain the connection."

Thinking of the assassins' plan—ostensibly to seize the Holy Grail, but in reality to destroy the world—Shuoyue couldn't help but sigh.

"Anyway, you're not allowed to go anywhere. Stay here and keep an eye on what that guy is up to."

“Fine—” Draco said helplessly, drawing out the last word. He could tell at a glance what Shuoyue really thought.

They say they're supervising or something, but they're really just watching the show, right?

After all, even if it were the real body, it wouldn't be able to intervene across time and space if the assassin refused.

But... did Shuoyue receive her blessing?

Draco curled his lips into a smile, and his dragon tail, its scales drooping, quietly wrapped around the young man's arm, pressing intimately against him as he observed the story of assassins on the other side of time and space.

Chapter 445 Tsukihime, Outer Canon, and Dream Song

Chapter 446 Tsukihime, Outer Canon, and Dream Song

The memory was transmitted to the other side of time and space, but the original body did not respond. The assassin was not too disappointed by this. He just walked on his own, along the medieval street in the twilight.

If I were here in person, I would definitely enjoy the solitude of being in a foreign land. Unfortunately, Shuoyue is an assassin, so this time has become a meaningless waste.

However, without realizing it, the young man found himself back at the coffee shop on the street corner, the very place where he had run into Mordred, Lion Robbery, and the others.

The tourists had long since left, and in the empty hall, Shuoyue noticed a pure white grand piano.

After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward.

"Shopkeeper, may I borrow this piano?"

“But the shop has to close…” Looking into those emotionless golden eyes, the shop owner opened his mouth, but finally nodded. “Alright, but it has to be closed before sunset.”

"Alright." The new moon has no objection.

He only requested to play to pass the time; once night falls, his fingers, which were striking the piano keys, should naturally be gripping weapons.

Without any embarrassment, the young man sat down at the grand piano, gently stroked the keys, and pressed the black and white whole and semitone keys.

And so, in the twilight, the sound of the zither transformed into moonlight, rippling across the tranquil lake and reflecting the thousand-year-old city covered in white flowers.

All Moon Cultists know that in the ancient city of Brunstadry, a pure white princess sleeps.

But how many people know that the point where the Millennium City connects with reality is located in Romania, making it a true birthplace of vampires? And the 'Mirenia Fortress,' the stronghold of the Yggdrasil clan, is currently guarded by the vampire Dracula, also known as Vlad III.

Unfortunately, in the timeline of the Holy Grail War, the human side was thriving, and spirits like the True Ancestors of the Dead Apostles had already retreated into the inner world, so he had no chance to meet the White Princess.

In this way, the sleeping Tsukihime was commemorated. When the song ended, the new moon's movements changed, becoming passionate and vigorous.

Clashing swords and iron horses, a silver bottle suddenly shattered.

Iron cavalry conquers the heavens, their spears thundering like lightning.

Anyone can hear the grandeur and passion in the song; dreams collide, shatter, and sublimate, transforming amidst despair.

Its name is (even without the chords of the chimbalon; also known as the European dulcimer, a Hungarian instrument), and the tension presented by the young soloist is enough to be breathtaking.

The epic song came to an end. Shuoyue, who had been enjoying the music with her eyes closed, released the keys, stood up, and was surprised to hear enthusiastic applause from those around her.

Turning my head, I saw that the café was crowded with people, probably tourists who didn't know anything about the current situation in Romania. They were looking at the handsome pianist, and their enthusiastic cheers dispelled the gradually spreading night.

The piano sounds, infused with the Third Method, already possess an unimaginable emotional power, so it's only natural that ordinary people would be 'enchanted' by them.

But Shuoyue clearly didn't care about these onlookers. He scanned the fervent faces and finally stopped because of a pair of amethyst-like eyes.

Compound Magic: Tuning.

As a functional magic created by Shuoyue through her personal talent, even if it lacks lethality when magic power is scarce, it is still easy to use sound waves to locate enemies.

With the magical sound waves spreading, Shuoyue had already identified all the Servants and Magicians within Sighishwara during her performance.

Needless to say, the Clock Tower was guarded by a bunch of low-level mages. The Red team only sent Mordred and Lionheart... oh, and also himself. The Black team, being on home turf, was determined to get the Red team's Servants. Not only were Lingxia and Artoria on the surface, but also a master-servant team and a mage had arrived.

All of this was within Shuoyue's expectations, but the girl in front of him was something he had not anticipated.

Seeing Joan of Arc removed from her armor and dressed in a school uniform, looking like she had just come home from school, Shuoyue didn't ask questions like "Why are you here?" Instead, with a faint smile, she quoted a famous line from a poet.

What can I do to keep you here?

"I give you desolate streets, a hopeless sunset, and a moon over the wilderness."

"I give you the sorrow of someone who has been gazing at the lonely moon for a long time."

As he recited poetry, the young man approached the young woman. Amidst the cheers of enthusiastic Romanian tourists, the crowd parted to make way for him, allowing him to stand before Joan of Arc. He extended his hand and spoke in fluent French:

It was a date invitation unique to France. Faced with Joan of Arc's invitation, she gave him a sincere yet slightly shy smile and took his hand.

I am very happy)"

Seeing the shyness on Joan of Arc's face, Shuoyue's smile grew even brighter.