Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Frankenstein casually killed the charging Dragon Fang soldiers and continued to ponder. That shouldn't be possible, right? He was a young Heroic Spirit born at the end of the Fantasy Age. Very few people lived in the same era and became heroes, and even if they did exist, they probably hadn't encountered him.

So, who exactly revealed their real name?

"Hmm, your thinking is indeed quite clear. Despite being a human, you have retained a certain degree of advanced thinking. You truly deserve to be called a heroic spirit of modern times."

The boy looked at the pensive Ken, smiled broadly, and extended his hand to her, saying:

"I know about your situation, and I know you quite well. So, would you be willing to come to our side in place of Hong?"

Upon hearing this, Kenneth gave a threatening growl. Seeing this, the man immediately lowered his hand with a wry smile.

"At this point, of course that's impossible, right?"

Upon hearing this, Frankenstein immediately became even more vigilant. Behind the man appeared a figure clearly identifiable as a Servant. Their magical energy was remarkably weak—and their attire didn't resemble combat clothing at all; could they be a mage?

"Oh, my apologies. I have absolutely no intention of fighting. It is this Master who is to fight; I am merely watching from the sidelines and encouraging him."

Noticing the girl's gaze, Shakespeare finished speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and then, as if using his Master as a shield, took a step back, showing no sign of using magic whatsoever. Incredibly... the white-haired boy called 'Master' even nodded.

"Yes, it is I, Shirou Kirei, who will fight."

As he spoke the name he used to walk in the mortal world, Amakusa opened his hands as if to offer salvation. The 'handle' between his fingers was infused with magic and unfolded, transforming into a long and sharp sword blade.

With her limited knowledge, Ken was completely unable to determine what kind of weapon it was. However, if Shuoyue were present, she would probably recognize it at a glance. It was a church-concept weapon woven with magic based on the principle of purification—the Black Key.

"If you're planning to come here, please let me know anytime."

Despite his sincere tone, Amakusa had already fired a black key at Frankenstein as he spoke!

Miike Mitsuteyo: One of the Five Great Swords of Japan, commonly known as Ōdenta Mitsuteyo, he is generally believed to possess divine power to exorcise evil spirits and ward off demons.

In the original story, when Amakusa soloed the Vampire Grand Duke, he grabbed the Grand Duke's head and slammed it against the door frame while chanting a baptismal incantation (physical).

When everyone arrived, he showed a cute and innocent (mischievous) expression, then rolled up his sleeves to reveal an arm full of Command Seals, which was very effective at showing off.

Amakusa's self-proclaimed title "Shirou Kirei" wasn't without reason; it's due to the pronunciation of "Shirou." After the Third Shinobi World War, Amakusa was adopted by Kirei's father, Kotomine Risei (the one killed by Sakugetsu in the Fourth Shinobi World War), becoming the old priest's adopted son and Kirei's older brother. Of course, Amakusa had long seen through Kirei's true nature, so he always avoided him, preventing Kirei from understanding his true self.

The New Year's banner is out, and I got Lapskin in sixty pulls, plus an Indian ahoge. Hmm, I'm stopping here. I'm not planning to pull from the lucky bag banner anyway. What kind of setup is YLS? It's all trash.

Due to exams, I will be taking a break from updating from January 2nd to around the 4th—well, I'm a humble author with no drafts and am basically running around naked (cold sweat). Originally, it was going to be two chapters, one of which was over 3,000 words… but since we're about to have Chiron meet his heel and Mordred meet his ahoge, starting a master-disciple/father-son dynamic, I've deliberately split it to avoid affecting the reading experience (actually, it's also because I have exams and not enough time to study, so I'm sticking to the word count for a perfect attendance record to avoid running out of time to memorize).

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Chapter 463 The Lion King and the Rebellious Knight

"!"

As Frankenstein jumped back, he used his weapon, 'Virgin's Chastity,' to deflect the black key. Just as the black key was deflected, Amakusa snapped his fingers.

(Announcement).

The reflex circuit reacted automatically, and Frankenstein immediately rotated his body and the "Virgin's Chastity" 360 degrees—the black key that had just bounced away was now flying back towards him, it seemed that its hilt had been pre-programmed with a tracking spell.

"Waaaaahh ...

The attack made Kenjiro determined that since she couldn't tell if it was a trap, she might as well give up. She couldn't handle long periods of complex thinking anyway, so she could only charge forward blindly and recklessly...!

"Alright, now I'm going to use it."

As she charged forward, Amakusa finally acknowledged that the 'Black Key' had negligible impact on Servants, and raised her hand into the air. Instantly, the weapon was summoned along with the burst of magical energy. Frankenstein, charging forward, focused her gaze on the longsword, then experienced the same astonishment as the Red Faction Servants.

It's unbelievable! That sword, which was holding back immense magical power, was clearly a Noble Phantasm!

A flash of cold light appeared, and Frankenstein turned her head, blood spurting from her delicate face. Seeing Father Amakusa retreating with his sword drawn, she roared in anger, brandishing her warhammer and giving chase!

"Yes, yes, please use it! Use it to your heart's content! Like a storm accompanied by raging fire! Like a torrential rain accompanied by lightning! The eternal story begins now!"

The fact that his weapon, enhanced by himself, had injured a Servant filled Shakespeare with immense excitement. He danced with joy, like a theatergoer in the front row watching Amakusa wield a sword in one hand and wield a black key in the other, his elegant and swift movements making him feel as if he were personally facing the enemy.

"Let the ceremony begin, and let us applaud! This is the path of the saints, a battlefield filled with both surprises and calamities!"

Unlike the excited Shakespeare, Corles, sitting in his room and watching the battle through his familiar, was pale and felt a sense of absurdity.

"This is unbelievable! There's actually a follower, and a human who's even fighting a berserker to a standstill! Just who... what's his background?!"

If Koles knew that the new moon was also summoned in human form, and even lost its dragon heart and was severely weakened as an assassin, yet still achieved such results, he would be so shocked that his worldview would be shattered.

But in any case, the drama opened with shock, with Amakusa, in human form, engaging in battle with Frankenstein, while on the other side of the battlefield, the blond Arbiter sped from the direction of the Black faction, heading in the direction guided by revelation.

Meanwhile, on the Red team's side, an American sports car, a Chevrolet Corvette, was speeding like a beast, crashing through the Dragon Tooth Soldiers and android puppets, just like Red Achilles plunging into the forest, heading straight for the very center of the battlefield!

"Um, you really do have riding skills, right?"

"Of course! There's no horse I can't tame. Don't underestimate the Knights of the Round Table, Master!"

"But you clearly want to rebel against the laws of physics too!"

"It's so noisy! Just sit still!"

Shouts from a man and a woman came from inside the carriage. Despite the overwhelming sense of unreliability, the sports car, crackling with crimson lightning, surged forward and eventually stormed into the center of the battlefield.

As if sensing something in the darkness, the black-robed girl guarding the Black Fortress opened her eyes, gripped the Holy Lance, and straightened up without a word.

"Has she arrived, from the Red Team?" Black Avisbloon asked, and Artoria nodded, raising her hand without any hesitation.

"Follow me, Don Starion!"

A pure white light appeared, and a magnificent warhorse, clad in light silver armor, returned from the fantasy, its hooves lightly trotting and affectionately nuzzling its master.

"Oh, this is—"

“It is my beloved horse, Lord Avisbro.”

Holding the Holy Lance and unleashing her new form, Artoria's aura became even more dignified and noble. Even with the cloak still covering her, her regal presence could not be concealed.

"How does it compare to your bronze and iron horse?"

Avisbro unconsciously used honorifics, "Naturally, it is your steed that is incomparably valiant."

Upon receiving recognition, the Knight King beneath his black robes curled his lips into a smile, a moment of unparalleled elegance unseen by anyone.

"Thank you for the compliment. Don't let others down, Don Starion!"

The spirited warhorse reared up and neighed, accompanied by a shower of silver light. A rider and his rider leaped over the city walls and landed on the war-torn ground. The sound of hooves thundered, and a gust of wind swept up the smoke from the battlefield, fluttering his black robes. Thus, the night battlefield was illuminated by the radiance of the ever-victorious king.

"My spear is the phosphorescence of stars, the radiance of the end. No one can stop it—"

Artoria's azure eyes reflected the speeding Chevrolet. No, it was the Lion King riding a silver horse with a stern expression, yet a dazzling light flickered deep within her eyes.

"Get ready, here I come—Mordred!"

A fierce chase ensued in the forest. After accepting the provocation from the black side, Achilles of the red side abandoned his prized mount and went alone to this feast of carnage.

In order not to miss the sound of the bowstring when the arrow was shot, Achilles concentrated all his attention on searching for the enemy around him. Just as he stepped on a dry branch on the ground, a "rustling" sound suddenly rang out in the extremely silent forest—and the arrow was released from the bowstring.

I saw through that trick a long time ago.

He instantly knocked the arrow away with the butt of his spear. As one of the top warriors in Greek mythology, Achilles had, to some extent, seen through the trajectory of the enemy's arrow in the brief exchange.

"Don't think that it will work the second or third time, archer!" Achilles opened his slightly narrowed eyes and transformed into a gust of wind, striking in the direction from which the arrows came.

"It's my turn to attack now!"

He leaped into the air, casually deflecting a few arrows, and used his feet to push off nearby tree trunks, achieving high-speed movement. It all happened in an instant, though not impossible for a Servant. However, it was incredibly fast, almost like teleportation, as if he didn't care about obstacles at all, rushing towards the direction from which the arrows had come at an astonishing speed.

Even the best archers only had time to hastily fire a few arrows under the ever-approaching pressure. The arrows, which had not been charged up, were easily deflected by Achilles. As the cavalrymen landed lightly, the gleaming arrows were aimed at his forehead. But this time, Achilles did not even need a pistol. He caught the arrow with his hand, which was as fast as a bullet!

"Caught you."

Because they were so close, the arrows were incredibly fast, and their trajectories were much easier to predict.

Black should be surprised. No, he must be surprised, because he has been completely cornered, and even the most fatal distance advantage for archers has been eliminated.

Despite this, the man on the treetop appeared incredibly calm. Although he was not clearly visible, he even smiled at Achilles as he approached.

Is he really that confident? But he should know that excessive confidence is arrogance!

"I'll take your head!"

With a push of his toes, Achilles, clad in silver armor and red scarf, instantly ascended to the treetop and made a sweeping motion towards the archer.

But when the starlight fell and illuminated the face of the black figure, Achilles' expression twitched involuntarily, and the hands that were gripping his spear were stripped of their strength.

--Wait a moment.

—I've seen this man before.

—No, it's that we've talked, studied under him, and shared meals and sleep together...

"You, you are...!"

Almost reflexively, Achilles tried to suppress his excessive rage, like a student caught behaving recklessly off-campus by their teacher, instinctively straightening their appearance and trying to regain their docile demeanor, even on a battlefield destined for battle.

"That's right, that's your weakness."

"Black," the sage, whose real name was Chiron, said in a calm voice, before kicking the man in front of him in the chest, sending him flying. Achilles' body tumbled to the ground from the force of the blow, while the archers who also landed on the ground drew their bows and fired their arrows with fluid, natural movements.

!!

The moment Achilles realized he was being targeted in a vital spot, every nerve in his body tensed. He twisted his body to the limit, trying to deflect the arrow's trajectory.

—They dodged it.

The arrow missed a vital spot, piercing Achilles' side, but despite the intense pain coursing through his body, he paid it no heed. The man standing before him was the real problem.

All the mysteries surrounding Black have been solved: why he was able to injure himself, and why he possessed such superb archery skills—after all, he was the teacher of many Greek heroes, including himself.