Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The Empress lightly waved two fingers—five minutes later, the last person, bearing the weight of everyone's anxiety, made a grand entrance. As soon as he stepped through the open door, he spread his hands exaggeratedly and shouted:

"Oh, you are as dark as hell, as dark as the night! I find you incredibly beautiful, even radiant!"

Semiramis sighed. "Is that referring to me?"

The man being asked—Red Sabbi—nodded.

"Could there be someone else? The Assyrian Empress!... No, no, I'm so sorry, I got a little too excited, because I've suddenly felt the urge to write again, something I haven't done in a long time..."

At this point, Shakespeare abruptly stopped speaking, his gaze sweeping over the Assyrian empress, the swift-footed hero, the Arcadian huntress, the sun prince of the ancient kingdom, and the assassin lurking in the rainbow blue, his excitement growing even stronger.

"What stage in the world can welcome so many heroes? What heroic tales will unfold among them? What joys and sorrows will they experience? The Holy Grail War—only the Holy Grail War can bring me, the writer, the supreme pleasure!"

"It seems you haven't forgotten the Holy Grail War."

"Of course, Empress. Since you've gathered us here, there's only one reason: war, isn't there? Heroes will vie for supremacy, engaging in savage and brutal slaughter, won't they? I, Shakespeare, will certainly watch with gusto!"

"You don't intend to fight?"

"Well, actually I'm not very familiar with war and magic, but the gods gave us appropriate flaws in order to make us human."

You're clearly a magician—the Servants wanted to point that out, but they managed to hold back.

In fact, as Shakespeare said, he is essentially a Heroic Spirit who has nothing to do with the act of "war". His duty is only to be the recorder of the Holy Grail War and to weave the story of the protagonist (Master)'s suffering and despair, hope and violence.

Storytellers never go on stage; they only provide support for those who do. It would be truly amazing if they actually went on stage themselves.

If he were summoned to a regular Holy Grail War, he would undoubtedly be defeated much earlier.

Fortunately, judging from the current situation of the Holy Grail War, he still has many opportunities to be active. This is because Servants who ascend to the Throne of Heroes by virtue of being writers all possess very unique "skills".

This is why the Red Team tolerated his antics, and also why Shuoyue invited him to join in the first place.

In short, everyone is here. Although we've been captured, we've waited long enough for our preparations to be complete, and now it's time to launch our attack. There's no point in constantly engaging in small-scale battles, is there?

Achilles and Atalanta nodded in agreement with the Empress's words. Indeed, as she said, small-scale battles were simply too boring.

When Shuoyue returned, she was complained about by the Greek group, who said that she hadn't brought them along and that they were getting tired of working.

"A rare war should naturally be fought in a grand and spectacular manner, shouldn't it?" the Empress said with a bewitching smile.

"Well, that's true, but you clearly built a castle specifically to prepare for defense, so why are you saying things like that now?"

Semiramis chuckled at Achilles's helpless expression.

"Defend the city? You've got the premise wrong. My Noble Phantasm, 'Vagrant Sky Garden,' isn't for defense; it's for offense."

As Semiramis spoke, he placed his hand on the gem embedded in the armrest of the throne, and instantly, the earth began to tremble slightly.

Was it an earthquake? Aside from the anticipated new moon, the Servants exchanged glances. However, after intensifying on its own, the tremors suddenly stopped.

"Hehe, you guys should take a look outside."

Upon hearing the Empress's words, everyone except her rushed out of the throne room. The earthquake just now was clearly something she had intentionally caused, but what was the reason—

"What--?!"

Two people were speechless: Achilles and Atalanta. Shakespeare was moved and showed a joyful expression. Amakusa, who usually tried to maintain a calm demeanor, also had his eyes sparkling for once. Even Karna widened his eyes slightly as he looked down.

The stone floor that served as their foothold had only a vast open space beneath it.

In other words, they were floating in mid-air, and this vain courtyard was truly floating in the air...!!

"Surprised? Of course, it's by no means fast in terms of speed."

The Empress imbued her words with a hint of pride, but at the same time looked at Shuoyue with some dissatisfaction.

"But you, you dare to look completely unsurprised."

"The Assyrian empress, the oldest poisoner, you are famous for many legends, and the false Hanging Gardens are naturally among them."

Faced with the Empress's questioning, Shuoyue simply shrugged indifferently.

"Although I am also very dissatisfied, there is nothing I can do, since I was already mentally prepared for it."

As she spoke, Shuoyue squinted at the scenery of the courtyard and the starry night sky. Although she said she didn't care, a captivating glint still flashed in her eyes.

Vanity doesn't necessarily mean vulnerability. No, at least in this era, vanity has become real in the moment of gathering materials to complete a Noble Phantasm.

A Noble Phantasm of EX rank—while the Black faction was holding the castle and doing nothing, the Red faction gave it their all and turned the impossible into possible.

All the efforts have paid off, and now it's Black's turn to bear the cost.

"Well then, everyone, prepare for battle. At this pace, it will take about seven hours for the Black Fang forces, who are holding out in the fortress, to be able to see us."

Everyone fell silent. Of course, this wasn't out of fear. It was simply because hearing the Empress mention the specific number "seven hours" had ignited a fierce fighting spirit within them.

Thus, the Red Team's pre-battle mobilization came to an end, and the Servants returned to their rooms with their own thoughts. Sakuyue also contacted Rokudou Reika on the Black Team as soon as possible, intending to inform them about the Red Team's intelligence and prepare for the next operation.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the early videos recorded by the great artist Zao Heizi. Back then, there was always a cartoon image of an empress wearing a miner's hat and carrying a pickaxe. If the empress built the Hanging Gardens in that state... pfft.

Chapter 453 Father and Son Reunited, A Long and Arduous Journey

Chapter 454 Father and Son Reunited, A Long and Arduous Journey

"In short, that's the situation. The Red Team has finally made its final preparations and is now maneuvering the garden towards you."

As she uttered those words, Sakuyue couldn't help but take a deep breath. This wasn't because of Amakusa's strategy or the Empress's treasure, but rather because of her excitement and trepidation about the future.

Amakusa staked everything on the upcoming battle, and Sakugetsu also saw it as the key to the Blue Team's expansion.

However, the unexpected incident in Sighishwara taught Shuoyue a lesson: you never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Therefore, what the Blue Team had to do was to be fully prepared.

"Reveal your true name, my king."

After the third deduction of the battle situation, Shuoyue finally made the final decision.

"In any case, the Red team's strength far surpasses that of the Black team, not to mention that Sieg is about to arrive at the Black team's side, and who knows what trouble he might cause... When the Black team is at a disadvantage, the appearance of a perpetually victorious king will definitely bring excellent results."

"Understood." Artoria understood the key to this all-out battle and replied with a serious expression.

"Then, let's review once again the objectives of this war—"

In the magic projection, the young man stood up, his golden eyes shining brightly.

"First, destroy the Hanging Gardens, or force Karna to sacrifice his armor and unleash his strongest attack."

Artoria said in a deep voice:

"Secondly, the two leaders of the Black Faction, Vlad III and Danic, must die in this war."

Liu Daolingxia smiled gently:

Thirdly, the blue team's role in the red and black sides allows them to absorb resources to the greatest extent possible and strengthen themselves.

This is a vast net that Shuoyue has painstakingly woven, and he will not allow anyone to escape from it.

With the business concluded, the Blue Team members relaxed. As if remembering something, Shuoyue casually asked, "Where's Little Jack?"

“She seems to be getting along really well with them lately.” Artoria couldn’t help but smile as she recalled the harmonious scene of Jack and Frankenstein talking and listening. “She even chased after Fiore calling her ‘Mommy,’ which scared her so much that she used her costume to jump out the window and run away.”

“Little Jack was quite upset for a long time after Fiore ran away,” Lingxia added. “And for some reason, she never calls Astolfo ‘Mom,’ and keeps saying that ‘she already has a mom,’ which is quite strange, considering she has many moms.”

"Really?" Watching the two women enthusiastically sharing stories about their 'daughter,' Shuoyue pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "Everything else is fine, but I hope little Jack will have less contact with Frankenstein."

Suddenly, they fell silent. Lingxia and Daimao both understood the meaning behind Shuoyue's words.

"Ah."

"I understand."

However, speaking of her daughter, Shuoyue remembered something else that was also a problem.

"Me?" Artoria reacted instinctively, but quickly realized, "You mean... Mordred?"

“Yes, she and Lion's Roar are actually the most difficult variables to control in our plan. Although they belong to the Red Team, it is not an exaggeration to regard them as a fourth party.” At this point, Shuoyue stared meaningfully at the ahoge. “Before the big battle, it was already the limit to lure them to Sighishwara. Unfortunately, someone was useless and managed not to expose his identity.”

As a result, the charade turned into a real fight. Mordred came out, got into a fight, and went back cursing.

Q: Where is the Blue Team?

"Therefore, since there's still some time tonight, I think it's necessary to give our king special training," Shuoyue concluded.

"Special training?" Artoria's ahoge twitched, and she had a bad feeling.

Soon, she heard Shuoyue say, "Let's start with the most basic form of address, for example—son."

Looking at Artoria so calmly, Shuoyue said, "Come on, shout it out and let's see."

"What?!" The guy with the ahoge was terrified and instinctively tried to leave, but Lingxia grabbed him.

"I've never seen you call me that before, Artoria. Come on, try your best. If you really can't do it, your daughter can do it too. Just think of it as saying it to Jack."

But this happened so suddenly... I wasn't prepared at all... Shuo Yueqing, aren't you embarrassed?

Artoria looked at the expressionless young man and suddenly realized what was happening.

Right, why would an assassin react to something like this?

The new moon is indifferent, and the six guides are naturally beautiful. In other words, the only one who would truly feel embarrassed is Artoria.

"I...that..."

Her cheeks were burning, and her heart was pounding so hard. Was it because of that forbidden name, or because the person standing before her wasn't Mordred, but Shuoyue Qing...?

"I'm going on patrol!"

Startled by her own thoughts, Artori abruptly broke free from Lingxia's arm, covered her face, and fled, leaving Shuoyue and Lingxia staring at each other in bewilderment.

"It seems that getting this father and son to recognize each other will be a long and arduous task."

"Yes, that's true."

The Empress's Hanging Gardens, like a catastrophe from the Book of Revelation, slowly approached the Red Team's fortress, and by the evening of the following day, all the members of the Red Team gathered together once again.

This time, Amakusa Shiro, who always wore a priest's robe, changed his attire, and even held a sharp knife in his hand.

"To fill the gap in combat strength, I will act as your proxy. Don't worry, I have considerable experience in combat."

When the Red Team Servants heard what Father Amakusa said, they all showed expressions of disbelief.

"No, no, no, no. Don't say anything more, you'd better stay here and behave yourself."

"You're right. Although you seem to have accumulated a lot of combat experience, you're still ultimately just a human. If you encounter their Servant, you're finished."

Achilles and Atalanta, of course, hurriedly tried to stop him. Generally speaking, Masters should never run to the front lines. Servants don't necessarily only target each other; seeing a Master swaggering to the front lines, they would definitely consider him their first target.