Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Leaping to his feet, longbow in hand, Chiron, enduring the pain in his joints, exclaimed in shock and anger, "What are you doing!"

“I’ll kill you,” Shuoyue said matter-of-factly. “While the issue of allegiance is debatable, didn’t you say I’m an assassin? If I can slay you, this great sage, it will undoubtedly be one of my greatest achievements in this Holy Grail War.”

As he spoke, the young man approached Mordred and offered a helping hand, only to be casually slapped away by the latter. Mordred glared at the man she had met once before, then shakily stood up.

Don't expect me to thank you.

"Heh." Shuoyue chuckled. "It's alright, my purpose was never for you."

As he spoke, the young man looked up at the same figure in black robes on the street corner. The king's face, adorned with a small lion mask, revealed a smiling expression in the moonlight.

minutes ago

Artoria was stunned for a long time before she realized that Mordred had taken the initiative to send her away. She tried to unleash her weapons again, but this time, she was stopped by Shuoyue, who had expected this.

“My lord, there’s no need. Mordred will calm down, and besides, Joan of Arc’s defenses are more than enough to withstand her attacks.” After a pause, Shuoyue reminded her, “Be mindful of your status.”

If it were exposed at this moment, Mordred would definitely destroy Sigishwara.

"I understand." Artoria dispelled her magic, her expression still somewhat displeased. "However, you seem to know Jeanne quite well."

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue laughed without any attempt to hide it, her eyes shining with a mischievous light.

"Look at you, I just said a few more words and you react like this."

"I'm in a good mood..." the ahoge muttered to herself. Soon, she saw Mordred unleash her Noble Phantasm, which was completely blocked by Jeanne d'Arc. Then came Chiron's sniping. When the arrow hit Mordred, Sakumo clearly felt her delicate body tremble slightly, and knew that the time had come.

Despite the many unexpected events that occurred tonight, Shuoyue's purpose has never changed.

"What's wrong, my king? Are you worried about Mordred?"

Artoria was no longer in a bad mood. She removed her mask, her holy blue eyes glancing at Shuoyue with a hint of anger, exuding charm.

"As the King of Knights, shouldn't I be worried about the knights under my command?"

A classic case of saying one thing and meaning another.

Shuoyue would not let Artoria's deception go unpunished; his eyes had long since seen through the illusion.

"Then, my king, if Gawain were fighting Black right now, what would you do?"

"What should we do?" Without even needing to think, Artoria answered matter-of-factly, "I will trust him and wait for him to bring me victory... Ah."

The moment she blurted it out, Artoria realized the subtle difference.

If she treats the Knights of the Round Table equally and trusts them as much as she trusts herself, why should she worry about Mordred?

If a king does not trust his knights, then he is destined to be incompetent.

But if that's the case, why...?

Artoria remained silent, but the Knights of the Round Table beside her wouldn't allow her to escape. As she watched Mordred, struck in the shoulder again, pursue the falling Chiron, she spoke to herself seemingly casually:

"At this rate, Lord Mordred is going to lose."

In the original storyline, Mordred was hit by Pancrass, but her sword also successfully wounded Chiron's arm, rendering him unable to fight. Strictly speaking, Chiron's defeat in this battle was due to his conscious preservation of his strength.

This time, however, Mordred accidentally unleashed her Noble Phantasm prematurely due to a misunderstanding, alerting Chiron. Who is our teacher Ma? After realizing the enemy's strength, he naturally wouldn't make any mistakes.

As expected, Mordred lost by a single misstep.

This is the battle between heroes; even the slightest mistake can lead to vastly different outcomes.

Shuoyue sighed to herself, while Artoria glanced at her clueless subordinate and pouted.

"Alright, do I need to ask you, Lord Shuoyue—please help me to support Lord Mordred."

The white-haired assassin laughed, his eyes swirling with iridescent blue, and as his black robe billowed, he vanished from Artoria's sight.

"Your will."

So time returns to the present. Chiron was repelled by the magic bullet of the new moon, while Mordred, who was barely able to stand up, was surprised to find that the black-robed monster she had sent away was standing in front of her as if nothing had happened.

"What are you doing here? This is dangerous—"

"I have a question."

The hazy moonlight bathed the lion's mask in a silvery glow, making its comical expression appear both comical and sacred.

"Why attack a complete stranger who is acting as judge? And why raise a knife against innocent children?"

Unconsciously, they adopted a questioning tone, but neither Artoria nor Mordred seemed to notice; Chiron looked at the masks on his own face and frowned in surprise; Sakumo played with the gauntlet in his hand, a half-smile on his face.

As if sensing the young man's gaze, Artoria took a deep breath and finally asked her real question:

"Why...why did you save me?"

Chapter 450 Sigishwara: A Gathering of Storms - Clash and Victory

Chapter 451 Sigishwara: The Clash Ends

Why did you save me?

Even through the mask, Mordred could still feel a gaze—peaceful, firm, and irresistible.

The thought of lying just crossed her mind before fading away, and in the end, she simply answered calmly:

"Let's just consider it a knight's pride."

In order to replace King Arthur, Mordred received a knightly education and was very well-versed in etiquette, but at heart he was a violent supremacist.

Yet this is the kind of person who believes in the principle of "the victor is king, the loser is villain," and who would use even despicable tactics to achieve victory, while also adhering to the principle of not involving innocent civilians.

If Morgan yandere taught her how to fight and how to be a queen, then her cold and ruthless 'father', who sat high on the throne, taught Mordred how to live proudly as a human being.

—Even if he himself is a non-human machine that has sacrificed his emotions.

Father, I hate you so much, yet I yearn for you so much...

Mordred couldn't help but think, and the masked man, as if he had received the answer he wanted, nodded slightly after a moment of silence.

"I understand. Let's end the battle here tonight."

The next sentence was addressed to Chiron, to which Chiron replied with a wry smile, "Is this really a good idea? The enemy is currently in a state of serious injury..."

The previous encounter had proven that the two sides were evenly matched in strength, and Chiron was confident that he would not let his prey, Red, escape.

However, Artoria shook her head:

"Too many of our Masters have come, and neither of us is good at protecting you."

Following the direction she was pointing, Chiron paused slightly, "Master, and... Lord Koles?"

Yes, after the clash between Servants came to an end, the battle between Masters also seemed to be coming to a close. Or rather, sensing that the Servants were in bad shape, the Masters tacitly ended their fight and rushed back to their Servants' sides.

"What's going on?"

Lion Robber Jie Li also rushed back to Mordred's side. He was not seriously injured, although he was bleeding from his face and abdomen, but it was just abrasions.

He greeted his ally, Shuoyue, who had appeared, and then turned his gaze to the strange woman wearing a small lion mask who had accompanied them all the way: "She is talking to Hei... which means she is Hei's Master or Servant, right?"

"A follower, and like me, yes." Mordred remained silent, while Shuoyue spoke up, answering Lion's question.

"I see. If they are assassins, it's no wonder we didn't notice anything amiss." Lion's Claw cautiously drew his shotgun again. It was two against two, and his followers were suffering heavy losses; the situation was dire.

"What should we do? Should we run away?"

“No need. Don’t forget my class.” Sakuyue glanced at Mordred, whose face was contorted with humiliation and shock, and said calmly, “Unless the Black Faction is willing to risk the sacrifice of all three Masters to fight us, tonight will definitely end in a draw.”

"That's true, but if a real fight breaks out, we'll be the first to die..." Lion's Robbery muttered to himself, without putting down his weapon.

Meanwhile, Chiron looked at Master Fiore, who was being supported by four mechanical arms and was covered in dust, and then at Corles, who was scratching his head and looked embarrassed. He quickly guessed what had happened.

"It seems our battles haven't been going very well."

"Um... I'm sorry." The young lady of the Thousand World Tree looked away apologetically. "If it weren't for Koles' help, I might have been injured—or even killed."

In the battle against the seasoned mercenary and necromancer, Lion's Revenge, Fiore's genius was ultimately too inexperienced. Lion's Revenge cleverly used a car parked on the side of the road to restrain her, and she was almost hit by a magic bullet fired from his scissor-shot rifle.

At the critical moment, it was Kaules who unleashed the spirit of the beast, shielding his beloved sister from a fatal blow.

But then Fiore couldn't help but complain worriedly, "Seriously, what are you thinking? It's one thing to come without Uncle Danic's permission, but you didn't even bring a Servant with you! What if you run into danger?!"

"Sister, I'm sorry..." Koles realized that he had been too reckless, especially since he hadn't expected that the enemy's terrifying assassin was also present.

Currently, the enemy has only one Master, but with the addition of Miss Lingxia, who is nowhere to be found, the Black side has a total of three Masters.

If I'm not mistaken, neither she nor Chiron possesses any defensive skills or Noble Phantasms. Therefore, with a mage's frail body, there's absolutely no way they could withstand the assassin's demonic spear.

Is this the end?

Realizing this, Fiore, though curious about her group's attire, tried to keep a straight face and nodded at her. After reaching a consensus, she turned to look at Shuoyue:

"Well then, let's call it a night."

"I can still fight!" Red Mordred defiantly raised her sword, but was stopped. Lion's Claw dragged the irritated Servant aside, while Sakumo smiled and stepped forward under the wary gazes of everyone, reaching out to Fiore.

"Very good, it seems we have reached an agreement."

Under the assassin's rainbow-blue demonic eyes, Fiore did not make any rash moves. Instead, Black stepped forward, grasped his hand, and then cleanly and decisively let go.

"So be it."

After this announcement, the Black faction's Master and Servants withdrew, leaving so decisively and gracefully that they showed absolutely no sign of resentment.

Compared to them, the red team looked rather pathetic.

boom!

With a powerful punch, Mordred smashed down a wall several meters wide, his face cold as he silently vented his anger.

She was filled with hatred, hating herself for being so careless, for being severely wounded by the enemy, and for becoming the burden she despised the most.

She was furious, furious at the masked woman—no, the one from the red team—who had never revealed her identity, playing house with her as if it were a joke.

She was resentful, resenting the arbitrator who looked too much like her father, and resenting that she could even mistake her father for her own, which made the Black side wary and indirectly led to their defeat.

Two emotions intertwined, gnawing at Mordred's heart like venomous snakes. But besides these, there was another inexplicable emotion lingering in her heart, refusing to leave.

"How does it feel to fight other Servants?" Lion Claw smoked a niche cigarette called "Dragon Smoke" and walked to Mordred's side.

There was no answer; I simply stared silently at the sky. My internal organs felt as if they were being burned, and even the cold autumn wind felt nothing. Why did the chilling moonlight make me feel so dizzy?

“Your expression…” Shuoyue stepped forward, a cryptic smile still playing on her lips, “Are you feeling down?”

Like a thunderbolt striking, Mordred was suddenly jolted awake.