Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

For some reason, the assassin only allowed this wasteful lifestyle when he was with Joan of Arc.

After all, this also helps to build a stronger relationship with the adjudicator, doesn't it?

After bidding farewell to the tourists who loved to watch the drama unfold, Joan of Arc and Sorghum strolled through the streets of Sighisoara in their last moments. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, their hands remained clasped together.

"Shuoyue, some people say your piano skills surpass those of their professors."

"You flatter me. It's all thanks to magic. But, Your Holiness seems quite surprised that I can play the piano?"

"Well, after all, heroes like myself rose to the Throne of Heroes through battle, right? Heroic Spirits recognized in the arts wouldn't possess your skill."

“Is that so…” Shuoyue recalled Mozart and Salieri from Lostbelt. “Well, it really is. But the power of music is much stronger than you think. It’s an art that even swords cannot destroy.”

After Joan of Arc said that, Sakuyue remembered "The Day of Wrath of the Gods," which was Salieri's refusal of Ivan the Terrible, the guardian of the Lostbelt, to play it, representing the will of the Pan-Human History side. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was the battle song of the Pan-Human History side officially launching a counterattack against the Lostbelt.

However, this song requires four hands to play together... Thinking of this, Shuoyue glanced at Joan of Arc, then looked away.

This French country girl doesn't seem like someone who can play the piano.

"I have a feeling you're thinking about something really rude, Shuoyue-kun," Jeanne d'Arc, who possessed an A-rank 'Revelation', said quietly.

"Oh, how could that be?"

During their conversation, they suddenly heard the sound of a piano again. It was a very gentle melody, not sad but with a hint of hesitation, not happy but reassuring.

At this point in time, under these circumstances, who else but the new moon would play a dreamlike melody before nightfall?

The two exchanged a glance and quickened their pace toward the source of the sound. It was a small house with dust on the door, indicating that it had been uninhabited for a long time.

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But in the dim candlelight, a girl in a platinum uniform sat in the room, gently tapping the old piano keys, while a silver-haired girl leaned over her, listening quietly.

"It's such a gentle melody, Mom."

"This is called 'Dreamy Melody,' and it's the seventh piece from the 'Childhood Memories.'"

The music played by Shuoyue spread throughout Sigishwara. The short melody filled little Jack with interest, and Lingxia, her mother who doted on her the most, naturally took her to a music room and played the piano for her.

This was a rather heartwarming mother-daughter late-night chat—if you ignored the Command Seals on the back of the woman's hand.

"The Master of the Black Faction?"

Despite being concealed by the blank class card and the unknowable nature of the Blue faction, Jeanne did not see through Jack's true name. Even so, she still blurted out the identity of Rokudou Reika.

What truly surprised her was that this Master had no servants accompanying her!

Is it because of superior skill and daring, or...?

Meanwhile, Liu Daolingxia, who had been disturbed, paused slightly, while Xiao Jack opened his eyes in displeasure and glared at the uninvited guest with a hint of murderous intent. Upon seeing Shuoyue, he first showed a surprised smile, but then looked at Liu Daolingxia, snorted, and ignored him.

Little Jack didn't understand what had happened, but since Lingxia's mother was unhappy, it must be Shuoyue's mother's fault, right?

Thinking this, Jack glanced at the young man whose expression remained unchanged, and then noticed the girl beside him.

That familiar face, that similar temperament, and the intimate behavior with Shuoyue's mother...

Little Jack fell into deep thought.

Little Jack's eyes lit up.

Little Jack opened his mouth and cheered.

"Yay, another mom!"

"Mom?!" Joan noticed Jack's gaze and pointed at herself incredulously, "Me?"

"Mmm." Little Jack jumped off the piano bench, circled Joan of Arc, sniffed like a kitten, and finally came to a serious conclusion, "It's Mommy!"

Blonde hair, serious demeanor (adorable), stunningly beautiful face, and intimate behavior with Shuoyue.

Everything's in place, she's definitely a mom!

"Huh?! But, but, that..."

Joan of Arc was caught off guard by Jack the Younger. Keep in mind that she was only nineteen years old before being burned at the stake. She had never even been in a relationship, let alone been married and had children.

But now, this adorable little girl is actually calling her "Mommy"?!

And it was in front of the new moon...

Thinking this, Jeanne noticed the young man step forward, pick up the adorable little Jack, and chuckle, "She's not as easy to talk to as Mother Artoria. If you want to recognize her as your mother, you'll have to try harder."

"You...you know each other?" Joan of Arc stammered, but Shuoyue ignored the saintess and instead snuggled up to Little Jack, grinning mischievously as she spoke:

"Just like we did with Mother Artoria, go for it, Jack! Use your charm on her!"

"Hmm, is that so?" It was clearly a joke, but little Jack actually believed it. She jumped off her mother's arms, ran over to Jeanne, looked up, and gazed at the saintly maiden with her pure and innocent eyes.

"Mother."

Joan of Arc remained silent.

"Mom?" Little Jack tugged at her clothes, looking pitiful.

Joan of Arc hardened her heart and looked away.

“Mom…” Little Jack pouted, his icy blue eyes glistening with tears, looking like an abandoned child, so pitiful.

Not only her, but Lingxia's ambiguous smile and Shuoyue's indifferent gaze all fell on Joan of Arc.

She's so cute, how can you bear to do this to her?

“I…” Joan of Arc opened her mouth, but finally sighed resignedly and squatted down. “I’m here.”

"Mommy!" Little Jack's eyes lit up, and he immediately hugged Joan, affectionately pressing his cheek against hers and giggling.

Joan of Arc, who had become a single mother before even experiencing the first signs of intimacy, responded with a helpless, bitter smile.

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When Joan of Arc was forced into prostitution, Artoria, who had a similar appearance to her, also encountered a crisis.

And it's a huge crisis!

Gululu...

For what seemed like the umpteenth time, the king of ahoge's empty stomach began to protest.

"Quiet down." Artoria frowned, trying to activate 'Royal Majesty', but her stomach wouldn't listen to her and continued to growl obediently.

Having already run away in anger, she naturally missed dinner. As a Servant, Artoria also had no usable currency to buy food.

"Um, that..." The food stall owner looked at the strange man wearing a lion mask who had been there for a long time with trepidation.

If the stall owner hadn't known that his goods were worthless, he would have already started calling for customers. Even so, being stared at by this masked monster was creepy enough.

"If you don't mind, I can treat you to a bowl of..."

"No." Artoria pursed her lips and refused the stall owner's offer. "Although an empty stomach is a great enemy, I cannot accept charity out of fear."

Besides, if I were to eat to my heart's content, I might end up eating this kind person out of house and home...

For the N+1th time, Artoria regretted not finishing her meal before dumping Shuoyueqing.

Her remarks, however, piqued the interest of a group of passersby.

"Hmm, this sounds familiar. Let me see... Wow, I never thought there would be such strange people in this era."

The girl, with her messy golden hair tied up and wearing a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants, was carrying a paper bag of snacks. She looked at the figure wearing a lion mask and couldn't help but nudge the lion calamity Jie Li next to her with a smile.

"Hey, look, Master, that weird guy wearing a lion mask! Hahaha... I'm dying of laughter."

"Shh, be quiet, that's impolite." Noticing the masked girl looking at him, Lion Robber patted Momo, signaling her to apologize.

"Huh? What's politeness? All I need is a sword and food!" Mo replied matter-of-factly, but for some reason, as she looked at the unfamiliar masked man, she suddenly poked her Master again.

"I said, since you're being so kind, why don't you treat this weirdo to dinner?"

ha? "

Not only was Lion's Roar dumbfounded, but even Artoria tilted her head, not understanding what had gotten into the child.

Thus, through this fortuitous coincidence, Artoria successfully made contact with her target, Mordred, before nightfall.

At the cost of Lion's Robbery's wallet being completely drained.

I'd like to spend some time with you. Would you like to take a walk with me?

The meaning of the French in the above text.

Chapter 446 Arthur!!

Chapter 447!!

From the moment he stepped into Sigiswara, Mordred sensed that something was amiss.

Expectation, rejection, fear, anger, hatred, joy, unease...

All those positive and negative emotions came rushing in, not directly occupying her brain, but like intermittent electrical signals, crackling and popping when she was caught off guard, making her extremely irritable.

What could be the reason for this? Mordred himself was completely baffled. His overly sensitive intuition had caught the slightest movement, but the meaning behind it was something only he could figure out.

This confusing feeling had initially made Mordred extremely irritable, but when she encountered the strange man wearing a lion mask, this irritating itch abruptly ceased, replaced by a strong sense of reassurance and lingering doubt.

What does this mean? Is this masked man someone she subconsciously believes she can trust?

"No, there's another possibility..."

Trailing behind Lion's Lair, Mordred muttered to herself, prompting her Master to turn around in surprise.

"What's wrong,?"

"No, it's alright." Mordred reassured Lion's Robbery, but after a brief pause, he couldn't help but mutter to himself again.

"It should be... alright, right?"

She knew that there were two ways to break the ancestral intuition of the ahoge family: one was to find the key to solving the problem, and the second...

Like the last straw that breaks the camel's back; the fall of Louis XVI's Pleasure Terrace; the release of final exam results, the relief after anxious waiting, can also stop the intuition from working.

After all, the source of danger is already right in front of us, so what's the point of issuing warnings?

"Ha, how could that be?"