Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Once the Master dies, the countdown to the Servant's death begins, and it becomes impossible to continue fighting at full strength.

As for why the Servants ultimately allowed the priest to pick up the sword, it's all thanks to Shakespeare's unique skill, 'magical enhancement'.

"Gentlemen, I once wrote this: 'The greatest courage is the ability to distinguish right from wrong.' In my opinion, there are very few people who can distinguish right from wrong better than this priest. More importantly—I have applied a little magic to this sword. To put it bluntly, it is completely equivalent to a C-rank Noble Phantasm!"

Shakespeare's utterance of such a shocking statement caused quite a stir among his followers.

Each Servant possesses a legendary, deadly relic—that is their Noble Phantasm. These are vessels of noble fantasy, not commonplace objects like roadside stones or forest trees.

However, Shakespeare's skill allowed him to enhance a mortal's sword to the level of a Noble Phantasm, which is a true miracle.

Strictly speaking, Shakespeare's skill cannot be called magic. No matter what kind of enhancement magic it is, it is impossible to enhance an object to the level of a Noble Phantasm. He did not actually cast a spell on the sword; he was simply looking at the sword that Amakusa had given him and "writing" down how sharp it was and how bloodthirsty it was.

However, if the writer is a world-renowned literary giant, that's a different story.

Conceptual Armament—There exists a type of weaponry in the world that works not through physical force, but through the concept of the object itself. Through the soul-stirring words of Shakespeare, even a small pebble on the roadside can possess a deadly concept.

"Can I ask you a question? Why don't you use this to fight?"

Karna, who remained silent, asked Shakespeare a question that was indeed quite reasonable: since mere swords could be transformed into Noble Phantasms, all one had to do was use them in battle.

However, Shakespeare's reply fully proved his true nature.

Chapter 454 The Last Red Team

Chapter 455 The Last Red Team

I never write about myself. That's something called prose, and now all I have is the ability to weave other people's stories; besides that, I have nothing else I want to write.

Shakespeare spoke in a firm tone, and Karna, understanding his meaning, frowned and said:

"So you mean you're afraid of trouble?"

"Well, almost."

"Hmm—" Karna nodded to indicate that he understood.

Then there's no other way. Your goal is to depict the stories of everyone except yourself, and regardless of whether the outcome is destruction or tragedy, you have to write to the end. Therefore, surviving to the very end is your objective. Fighting on the front lines is naturally out of the question.

To this cold remark, Shakespeare laughed with delight:

"That's right, that's exactly it! I really want to witness the outcome of this Holy Grail War, and I must do it! Whether it's happiness or misfortune, or even the despairing truth, witnessing everyone's story with my own eyes until the very end is the mission I bear!"

As a Servant summoned by the Holy Grail War, this was a completely incongruous line for his status. He stated unequivocally that he would remain an observer until the very end.

Achilles and Atalanta were truly at a loss for words, unsure whether to feel helpless or angry. Instead, Shuoyue chuckled softly.

Although he did not live in this way, he admired those who could carry out this will to the end.

At the same time, he was also secretly curious—what kind of story could it be that even this great writer couldn't resist and had to personally get involved?

In conclusion, with the help of a C-rank Noble Phantasm and the priest's own unwavering will, the Red Faction Servants gave up trying to dissuade him, and even the Empress sighed and acknowledged Amakusa's audacious actions.

"Well, there's nothing I can do then. I have to stay here and manage this courtyard, so I can't go to the battlefield myself. Although I'll provide as much support as possible, please don't go too deep into enemy territory, okay?"

"I understand that, after all, I am very clear about my own strength."

Although he said that, Amakusa had no intention of holding back in this war. He had to fight with all his might and seize the Holy Grail. He was willing to risk his life for it, and he would not hesitate to carry out actions that were completely contrary to justice.

"Well, even though all the generals are here, it doesn't look quite right without soldiers. Even just a few androids or puppets gathered together would be quite a nuisance."

As the Empress said, they did not possess soldiers. But she was, after all, Semiramis, the Empress of Assyria, and she could produce soldiers at will without any limit.

"I'll go and select some Dragon Fang Soldiers; three thousand should be enough, right?"

"Three thousand?" Achilles, who lived in ancient Greece, clicked his tongue in amazement. "Although I have fought many battles against the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, this number is still too much, isn't it?"

Shuoyue, who was standing nearby, knew that although the Black Party had been working overtime to produce magic puppets, the number produced so far had not exceeded one thousand.

“Generally speaking, it would have been impossible at that time. But as long as I am in this Sky Garden, there is nothing I cannot do.”

In response to Achilles' question, Semiramis smiled confidently. Indeed, no matter which country this aerial garden went to, it would always function as her domain. All attributes were enhanced, and even magic involving the magical realm could be used with ease.

Even the assassin empress, who is 'not good at magic', can rival the top magicians in this world.

Of course, this comes at a price. After all, this Noble Phantasm is almost unfair. Semiramis will be rendered powerless once she leaves this courtyard, but this courtyard is a mobile fortress, so leaving it was impossible in the first place.

"So, who should go first?"

Upon hearing Father Amakusa's words, Tonyan, Heel, and Karna exchanged glances. Shakespeare and Sakugetsu, who did not intend to participate, displayed the typical expressions of those who enjoy amusement.

Karna was the first to withdraw, while Heel and Tower Cat were locked in a fierce battle. The Empress shrugged, looking bewildered, while Shakespeare suggested offering eulogies to the vanguard warriors, adding fuel to the fire.

"Hmm, I could consider baking some apple pies as a reward~~"

Shuoyue's words completely ignited the scene. No one would say no to a man with EX-level culinary skills, especially when it comes to food made with golden apples—a delicacy that even the Greek gods could not enjoy.

"Please make sure you discuss this peacefully, okay?" Amakusa whispered.

Ultimately, out of respect for the priest, the two compromised and decided that Achilles would take the lead, while Atalanta's Noble Phantasm would be used for the preemptive strike.

"Anyway, I was planning to unleash my Noble Phantasm anyway."

"Understood, it's settled then."

"This is the first time the two of you have fought together, right? Shall we recite a love poem?"

Achilles replied with delight to Shakespeare's suggestion, "Oh, then I'll leave it to you."

But Atalanta scoffed, "Forget it."

So Shakespeare combined their opinions and decided to write a poem about the sorrow of a heartbroken man—only to be glared at by Shuoyuehong's blue eyes and die.

Amakusa, watching the heroes' antics with a wry smile, then turned his gaze to the fortress of Mirenia in the twilight.

My heart started to beat faster.

Ah, I know, I can feel it. It is indeed there—in that fortress, in that place, there truly is what I have longed for all these years.

A surge of excitement welled up inside him, and he desperately tried to suppress the urge to smile.

"Even a man like you can't hide your excitement when it's so close. In that respect, you're really like a child."

The trembling and the laughter stopped simultaneously. Amakusa cast a slightly displeased glance at the servant beside him.

"It's nothing. Just being able to suppress the urge to be overjoyed is good enough. Compared to that, Master, your death is the same as my death, which means all our plans will be in vain. You should understand that, right?"

"Yes, of course."

Faced with her Master's nonchalant response, the Empress sighed deeply:

"Given all this, I simply cannot understand why you still choose to go to the battlefield. You are now our Master, who commands us; you should never set foot on the battlefield under any circumstances. Why do you still risk your life to go to war?"

The Empress, having always been by Amakusa's side, was very clear about his strength. He should have no problem fighting against homunculus and puppets—but the outcome of a battle against a Servant was truly unpredictable.

In short, as long as we are careful, there shouldn't be any problems, but even if there are no problems... there is still a chance of something going wrong. For her, sending Amakusa to the battlefield is something she absolutely wants to avoid. However, no matter how many times she tells him, this stubborn boy still refuses to give up on this idea.

"Let me ask you one last time, why did you do this?"

Amakusa hesitated for a moment, but finally seemed to have made up her mind and answered in a calm voice:

"If my plan goes against the will of God, I will surely be destroyed on this battlefield. Perhaps I will die tragically in the battle with my followers, or perhaps I will be killed by a puppet or a homunculus due to carelessness. I might even be caught in the range of my own Noble Phantasm and lose my life."

People die, and followers die too. It's perfectly normal for a kind person to be caught up in something unreasonable and meet a tragic end.

If one is not a righteous being, one will inevitably end up like that.

"If that's the case, I'll accept death honestly. God hasn't forgiven me, and that's something that can't be changed. But, if... if everything goes well—"

The Assyrian empress was intimidated by her master's imposing presence. It wasn't that Amakusa had done anything; he simply wiped away his usual smile and looked directly at his servant.

There was no fierceness, madness, anger, or hatred in Amakusa's eyes; instead, they were as calm as a crystal-clear lake. It was hardly the gaze of someone about to go into battle—it was utterly serene.

"That means God has forgiven what I did and has mercy on all people... My desire to obtain the Great Grail was correct. Once I understand this, I will no longer be confused. Betraying what I should never have betrayed can be considered a reward."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the saint of the Far East, declared with unwavering resolve. According to him, he went to the battlefield to confirm whether his purpose was correct.

To Semiramis, who had grown up amidst intrigue and poisoning, it was nothing short of a reckless and foolish act.

However—it seems that one's own Master must do this. It is an extraordinary compulsion that others cannot understand, an essential ritual to solidify one's will and prevent further confusion.

"Well, to be honest, I really can't understand it."

"I think so too."

The white-haired youth gave a bitter smile. Just as the Empress had said, others couldn't understand his thoughts. After all, he was now facing death on the battlefield just to determine whether he was right or wrong.

Originally expecting opposition, Empress Semiramis declared in a commanding tone to her subjects:

"But if this is the only way you can move forward, then there's no other way. I grant your permission. Fight to your heart's content and survive."

"Thank you," Amakusa said, and at the same time, the Sky Garden slowly came to a stop moving. The Mirenia Fortress was still ahead. Between the Sky Garden and the fortress were forests on both sides, with a grassland opening up in the center.

In other words, this is the battlefield. The Red Team's Servants and their Master, Amakusa, are gathered at the bow of the Sky Garden.

"The war has begun, Amakusa."

The young man named Shuoyue stood with one foot on the battlement. He had rarely spoken before, but he finally revealed an arrogant posture, looking down at the chaotic Mirenia fortress.

Then, he turned to look at Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, his sharp eyes now tinged with a deep blue iridescence.

I wish us both the best of luck.

Staring into eyes that could kill even the soul, Amakusa stared at Sakugetsu for a long while before finally smiling.

"it is good."

Chapter 455 Black enters the fray, the arrow of the lawsuit is sent!

Chapter 456 Black enters the fray, the arrow of the lawsuit is sent!

This is completely different from the small-scale battles so far—it includes battlefields, soldiers, generals, powerful artifacts ready to be unleashed, territories to be fought over, and, most importantly, a 'king' that must be defeated.

The final battle, aimed at complete annihilation, is now only a fleeting moment away. The Red Team's Servants are silently awaiting that moment—

The chessboard has been scrambled, and all the red pieces have crossed the Chu River and Han Border. Now, it's the black side's turn to gather their pieces.

The Yggdrasilnia clan made comprehensive predictions about the direction from which the invaders from the Mage's Association... the Red Team, would launch their attack, and formulated a meticulous counterattack plan accordingly.

A full-scale assault from the streets of Torifas, or a large-scale attack from the east, or even a surprise air raid, are all possibilities, but—

It was truly unexpected that they would attack with their territory.

Black Chiron sighed, for in front of him, Red's proud "Garden of Vanity" was floating in the air.