Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Crimson lightning shattered the raging winds, the storm extinguished the lightning, and the corpses scattered on the ground trembled. The rebels, draped in blood-red twilight, advanced, while the king, wielding the holy lance, broke through this calamity.

In the first round, the two sides were evenly matched.

In the third round, Wang Jian roared.

In the fifth round, the Holy Lance struck fiercely.

In the seventh round, the spearman overpowered the swordsman, who was knocked back by the immense force and fell backward, while the spearman pressed forward relentlessly.

Yes, in just a few minutes, Mordred was completely at a disadvantage. Even though she had a "B+" strength rating on her stats, her brief burst of power was easily countered by Artoria. Instead, the spear thrust became increasingly powerful and unstoppable.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The sword fell, but the Holy Lance didn't even need to defend. Artoria saw through Mordred's weakness at a glance, and with a casual wave of her hand, her sturdy gauntlets struck the sword and knocked it away. Then, with a whoosh of wind, the Holy Lance had already broken through the danger distance and pierced Mordred's helmet!

It's sizzling!

The Noble Phantasm that her mother gave Mordred shattered once again, exposing her stunningly beautiful face, which resembled Artoria's, to the air. The look of shock she couldn't shake off was immense—for any knight, having their sword casually deflected was a great insult!

What Mordred found even more unbelievable was that her intuition remained unchanged throughout, not because it was unresponsive, but because it remained high even after reaching the near-death threshold!

No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much effort she put into finding her father's weakness, her intuition remained paralyzed, just like a caged beast under Artoria's holy spear!

"Why are you so strong? Why? Why! I've already caught up with you! I should have been able to surpass you!"

Summoned to the mortal world and resurrected, how could Mordred not, in the dead of night, review the final battle that cost him his life?

Having learned from her failures and grown stronger, how could she possibly be so easily defeated by her father again?!

Doesn't this mean that she has never surpassed her father? Everything she has done in the past and present is a complete joke!

With her emotions surging like a raging storm, Mordred's swordsmanship completely went haywire. She resorted to brute force to smash things, which only worsened Artoria's situation, who had adapted to the "monkey-like fighting style."

Perhaps it was because she didn't want to see Mordred continue her madness, or perhaps she had resolved her inner conflicts and gained a different understanding after spending time with Mordred. From the start of the battle until now, Artoria, who had remained silent, finally spoke. Her voice wasn't devoid of emotion, but rather peaceful, carrying a hint of comfort:

"Because I have already stepped down from Camlann, while you... have been left there forever."

Mordred didn't notice the problem with Artoria's tone. She was panting heavily, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at the blurry figure in front of her. Blood trickled down her forehead where the gun had grazed her, gradually blurring her vision, but she didn't bother to wipe it away. She just stared at the extremely dangerous Holy Lance that had turned into a ball of light.

A sound seemed to come from afar, too far to hear clearly, but the slight pause in the light that accompanied it was like a wrong note in a sonata, or a damaged horseshoe during a charge, which Mordred's intuition keenly detected.

opportunity!

The moment he realized this, the Rebellious Knight roared and attacked, slashing his sword diagonally. Artoria hadn't expected Mordred to suddenly attack at this moment, and hurriedly raised her spear to defend. However, in close combat, the sword had a far greater advantage than the spear. With a flash of cold light, the tip of the sword struck the end of the Holy Spear. The violent tremor forced Artoria to drop the spear. The unreleased force sent the Holy Spear flying high into the sky, tracing a perfect parabola before embedding itself directly in the ground not far away!

Although she didn't know why her father hesitated and created an opening, Mordred clearly wouldn't let go of this only opportunity. She sheathed her royal sword, and after a brief gathering of power, the girl poured all her strength, everything she had, into it, and slashed down at Artoria from above:

"Die, King Arthur!"

The anticipation of victory poured down Mordred's throat like poison, coursing through her body and giving rise to passionate joy—but then the golden light of the Lion King shone from his hand, firmly blocking Mordred's all-out attack and shattering her unrealistic dreams.

"Ah, ah ah..."

As Mordred stared helplessly at the Excalibur, imprinted with the glory of invincibility, that appeared in Artoria's hand, she could only manage an empty groan from her throat. The emptiness of having just missed victory made her unable to hold onto her weapon any longer. With Artoria's swing of the sword, the royal sword, stained with hatred and blood, fell to the ground with a clang, just like Mordred's shattered beliefs.

"As I just said, you died in Camran, and your growth was buried with the sunset that day."

Having learned from past mistakes, this time Artoria simply held the Holy Sword to Mordred's neck to prevent her from suddenly biting her: "But I'm different. After the battle back then, I went to Avalon and spent a thousand years with Merlin... In those thousand years, even with the slightest movement, I have been surpassing my past self every day."

Seeing Mordred's dejected expression, Artoria pursed her lips, raising and lowering her left hand.

Perhaps in life, Mordred's abilities had reached the same level as her prototype, or even surpassed her in some aspects (such as Battle Continuation). However, the moment Mordred was pierced by the Holy Lance, lost her life, and ascended to become a Heroic Spirit, everything about her was frozen in Valhalla.

No matter how many years have passed, no matter what era she existed in, her peak was when she finally dealt a heavy blow to King Arthur, and nothing has changed since then—unless she can overturn human perception or have an opportunity to transcend the legend.

But Artoria is different. After letting go of her inner turmoil in the Fourth Holy Grail War, she did not choose to die. She is still alive, she is still growing, and she has infinite possibilities.

Having been taught by Merlin for only a little over a decade before becoming king, her swordsmanship was already invincible. King Arthur's dashing figure on the battlefield was hailed as 'a work of art meticulously crafted by the god of war'. In the Court of Avalon, Artoria put aside political affairs and trivial matters, focusing solely on honing her skills—after investing a thousand times more time, how terrifying must her achievements be?

"He is far more oppressive than any of the enemies I have ever encountered before, and he is just as dangerous as Karna, no, even more dangerous."

This is the assessment given by Shuoyue after fighting against the current Saber King.

As the wind and thunder subsided, and the setting sun and twilight gradually faded, Artoria, in her adult form, looked down at Mordred and suddenly fell silent.

I ran over here all excitedly... what was I planning to do?

They've chased her, fought her, and won. The next step is... to kill Mordred and send her back to the Throne of Heroes?

No, no, Shuoyue said she wanted to win Mordred over and get her to join the Blue Team...

"Just kill me."

"Huh?" Artoria blinked, but her innocent expression didn't alert Mordred to anything unusual. At this moment, the girl was feeling lost and sad after her defeat.

Overjoyed, he challenged his father again, but suffered an overwhelming defeat.

She had said everything she could, but her father still didn't see her. Her sword and her gun never wavered because of her hatred.

Mordred couldn't help but recall the fleeting glimpse of Sigishvara. Now that she thought about it, the girl that the saintess held in her arms, who called her mother, must have been very happy.

Looking back now, she was so envious... envious of that child being held in the arms of someone who looked just like her father, envious of Joan of Arc's gentle attitude towards her.

Although she knew it was impossible, she really wished her father would treat her like that. If he did, even death would be worth it.

But that's impossible. From now on, she and her father, Mordred and Artoria, are destined for nothing but bloodshed and hatred.

Since we have failed, let's end it all... But if, if we are still destined to be together, let us appear in the future and fight once again, Father.

This is the best way I can get closer to you.

“Kill me coldly, just like you did at Camarán, Father. This is my last plea. Go, pick up that holy lance and pierce me. I promise I won’t leave. I will stand here obediently and wait for you to come back.”

Hatred, sorrow, despair... all these emotions were detached from Mordred. The beautiful, rebellious knight closed his eyes and quietly awaited death.

I'm so sorry, Master, but there's nothing I can do about it, right? Besides, we've only been together for a few days. Please forget me, forget this disloyal knight, my Master...

In the pitch-black silence, it seemed as if someone was gently stroking her cheek, clumsily combing her unkempt blonde hair. But when Mordred opened her eyes, she was shocked to find that there was no one there, and even the Holy Lance that she had knocked away had vanished along with its owner.

Only the wind, the wind that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, still brings her the same gentle feeling as before.

"Father...?"

I wanted to revise more, but it was too late. My brain, still reeling from the exam, couldn't handle any more work; it was practically smoking...

That's all for this chapter on simple cooking. I hope you all enjoyed it.

Chapter 467 The Theater, The Suicide Assassin and Kenneth

"Huh...huh..."

Having traversed hundreds of kilometers on foot, relying solely on his willpower, the Arbitrators passed through the forest where the Red Invasion Fortress was engaged in fierce battle, only to find themselves at the heart of the battlefield.

Homunculi and puppets clashed with Dragon Fang Soldiers, engaging in a brutal and devastating battle. Magic exploded everywhere like cannonballs, and the battle between Servants turned the surrounding area into a wasteland, creating strange phenomena of sunset, thunder, and even storms in the darkness of the early morning.

No longer gazing at the desolate battlefield, Joan of Arc looked up at the Red Army's aerial fortress. Although Holy Grail Wars were as numerous as the stars in the sky in this world, something like this was truly extraordinary; even the Age of Gods could hardly recreate such a magnificent sight.

“Zig, I’m going to cross this battlefield now to meet ‘someone’ on the other side.”

"Why?"

Standing next to the saintess was a slender, silver-haired, red-eyed android. It was on her way here that she encountered Joan of Arc, which is why she arrived late.

"There is someone on this battlefield whom I must meet, but I do not know who that person is. Perhaps it is a Servant or a Master, or something other than either. But I must meet that person."

Sieg was puzzled, but Joan of Arc's words carried an incredible weight of persuasion. She wasn't brimming with confidence; rather, her voice carried a hint of unease. Yet, despite this, one could sense an unwavering determination that would never cease.

"I see," the android understood. She hadn't won the soldiers' admiration by speaking powerful words with a strong will.

Her words did not contain any element of coercion. They were simply meant to convey the will that "I want to go."

"If this is your will, then there's nothing we can do."

After saying that, as if by telepathy, Zieg turned his gaze to a certain spot on the distant battlefield, and then couldn't look away.

"It seems you've found something to do too." Joan of Arc smiled faintly, but a hint of worry lingered in her eyes.

How long can a cyborg, who is powerless to even kill a chicken, last in this unprecedented war?

If Sieg hadn't obtained Command Seals, she could still have a reason to protect her. As long as she mentioned the name of the Arbiter, ordinary Servants wouldn't make things difficult for Sieg... But now, the Master named 'Sieg' has already signed a contract with the Black Faction, and she is inevitably in the midst of the battlefield.

As the judge, all Joan of Arc could do was offer her blessings to this woman with such a tragic fate.

May the Lord protect you.

"Thank you." Sieg smiled faintly, bowed to the saintess who had helped her so much, then turned and left without looking back. Joan of Arc stood there for a long time, then turned around and ran in a different direction from Sieg.

With the holy banner flying high and accompanied by a sharp roar that seemed to cleave the battlefield, Joan of Arc sped toward her destination.

Amakusa suddenly stopped moving. He clicked his tongue and, with a serious expression, leaped backward.

"It's time to retreat. It seems her 'revelation' came faster than expected; perhaps she really did hear some voices."

Frankenstein, caught in a fierce battle, was bewildered by the sudden distance between his enemies and decided to observe the situation for the time being, while the two opposite him continued to communicate as if nothing had happened.

"To ensure fair and impartial judgment, I've heard that most of those chosen as adjudicators are saints. Is she one of them?" Shakespeare shrugged with a sarcastic tone. As a writer, he was destined to view every profession with a critical eye.

"It seems that's how it is... Now is a critical moment. If she impeaches me, things will become very chaotic. No, in your words, it will become very boring."

"Forcibly lengthening parts that originally had no climax is a characteristic of my work. In that case, let's put the Master's story on the battlefield aside for now."

"Well, let's retreat—it's alright, on the other hand, as long as we get through this hurdle, everything will be fine. Soon it will develop to a point where even we are powerless to stop it. And it seems that my decision was correct. Because I still managed to avoid 'death' by a hair's breadth."

Amakusa flicked his wrist, as if erecting a wall, and planted the black key into the ground in front of Kenjiro. Then, with his back to her, he made a full-scale escape from the battlefield.

"Master, that guy is charging straight towards you! Hurry! The Dragon Fang Soldiers alone can't stop him!"

"I see!"

A sense of unease rose within him, and Amakusa strained his legs to further increase his speed. In that pitch-black forest, devoid of any light and where even moonlight could barely penetrate, his speed could only be described as extraordinary—far exceeding sixty kilometers per hour, a speed far beyond human capability.

However, there was someone relentlessly chasing after him. When he turned around and saw that person, Amakusa, he couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.

"They're really relentlessly pursuing us..."

As they spoke, four black keys flew out, trailing spiritual flames as they flew towards Frankenstein.

"Ugh!?"

Caught off guard, Kennen let out a groan of pain, but even though the four black keys hit her, she remained unmoved and even quickened her pace, because not long after, the hilt of the knife slipped off her body, and the wound healed instantly.

Ordinary numerical damage is ineffective against Frankenstein, a monster who can continue to operate as long as magic exists in the air and her core remains intact—this is the function of a perpetual motion machine of the second kind, created as 'Eve'.

I never expected that.

Seeing this, Amakusa didn't know whether to sigh or feel helpless. If the black key had been knocked down, it would have been understandable; it would have been best if she had stopped. But, after being directly hit by the black key, she didn't change speed at all!