Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

On the battlefield, to find someone she could completely rely on was a feeling she had never experienced before…

"Are you okay?"

Atalanta paused for a moment before realizing that Shuoyue was talking to her: "Yes, no problem, thank you."

"Just call me Shuoyue."

As he spoke, Shuoyue freed his hands and fired a series of shots, clearing a clear area around them with magic bullets. He put Atalanta down and instructed her:

"This battle isn't for you. Go support others. I believe you'll be better positioned to perform on other battlefields."

As Shuoyue said, neither Vlad III, whose strength was almost equal to Karna's, nor Spartacus, whose ordinary attacks were completely ineffective, could be defeated by Atalanta's hunting bow... nor would reporting them to her.

As for Afu, who is still flying in the sky and refuses to come down, he obviously doesn't need Ta-Miao's help.

"I understand." Atalanta nodded without hesitation and was about to turn and leave when she suddenly stopped, her two beast ears twitching slightly.

"Be careful, New Moon."

"Huh? Oh." Shuoyue was taken aback, while Ta Miao had already left. The rumbling sound not far away was getting closer and closer, obviously the three members of the Black Team were trying to drag him into the fray while they were killing each other.

Unfortunately, since Shuoyue was taking Atalanta away from the battlefield, she had no intention of going back.

"May we meet again someday."

With a hint of unsatisfaction, the young man released his fist, then pushed off with his feet, abandoning the increasingly dangerous battlefield along with Spartacus's maniacal laughter.

Then he arrived in the forest, where the great writer, dressed in lavish robes, had been waiting for a long time, while Frankenstein of the Black Faction stood blankly not far away, like a doll whose electricity had been drained.

"Oh, has our true leader made his appearance? Just as you instructed, we have already imprisoned the Black Faction within our Noble Phantasm!"

Shakespeare winked at the new moon: "Now, it's time to verify your guess!"

"I know." Shuoyue took a deep breath to calm herself down.

He suppressed his fighting spirit and chose to join forces with Shakespeare in order to try two things.

Shuoyue didn't intend to tell Artoria or Lingxia about either of these things. However, for some unknown reason, he chose to bring a little one along...

"Mom Shuoyue?" A shadowy figure gathered, and a cute little girl with ice-blue eyes blinked as she appeared before the two of them.

"Hmm." Shuoyue's expression softened slightly. She squatted down, gently patted Little Jack's head, and then turned to look at Shakespeare.

"Then, I'll start."

"Oh, come on, come on, 'Let us spend our lives chasing after phantoms and seeking satisfaction within them!'"

Ignoring Shakespeare's absurd remarks, Shuoyue closed her eyes, and a platinum-gold light gradually spread around her body before she took a step forward.

As the light and shadow shifted, the great writer beside her vanished, replaced by Kennen wielding a warhammer and the Doctor standing before her, smiling with outstretched arms.

The rest of the plot is quite simple—Shuoyue chops down the Doctor's phantom with a single slash, then subdues the charging Ken, and once again presents the projected white flower.

"This is our second meeting, Frankenstein."

The young man, speaking like this, didn't look at Ken's face, but stared intently at her chest—or more precisely, at the energy core hidden inside her chest—and then, without hesitation, declared her elimination:

"You will die here."

Chapter 469 Give Me Your Heart

As mentioned before, Shuoyue secretly met with Shakespeare alone, without informing the two women from the Blue Team, in order to verify two things.

The first thing has already had a good outcome: through the miracle of the Third Law, he was able to successfully touch Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm and personally intervene in it.

Shakespeare, who descended in the class of [class name], has a Noble Phantasm called "The moment of the performance has arrived, and there should be thunderous applause." It is a stage Noble Phantasm that forces the world to follow the script and perform the story, and has a coercive power equivalent to a Reality Marble.

Although it has no effect on the physical body, it is the worst thing for some Heroic Spirits because Shakespeare can drag out their deepest wounds and mock them, or thoroughly criticize them, causing them emotional distress. Only a few people who can assert that their lives are pure and spotless can overcome this Noble Phantasm.

When one experiences emotional distress, they will suffer a negative status called "Disillusionment." During this period, they are completely defenseless against everything and will be unable to do anything without a Noble Phantasm that can automatically counter malice.

In short, Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm is characterized by 'fantasy' and 'simulation', while the Third Law of the New Moon is capable of interfering with and adjusting spiritual creations.

The Noble Phantasms of Servants are also composed of spirit particles, which is why the new moon was able to successfully enter the stage constructed by Shakespeare.

If that's the case, then the possibility that the entity itself told him truly exists.

As for the second thing—

Looking at Frankenstein, who was pinned to the ground and gradually gave up struggling, Shuoyue suddenly sighed, released his restraints, and reached out her hand:

"Let's talk."

"Woo..."

Perhaps because she didn't sense any hostility from the young man, or perhaps because Shuoyue's previous record was too impressive, making Frankenstein realize that she couldn't defeat him, in the end, Frankenstein nodded and was pulled up by Shuoyue, sitting properly on the ground.

"Just to clarify, this is a red environment, which means you cannot get support from any of the black side's Servants."

Shuoyue sat cross-legged and calmly stated the despairing reality: "And outside, I, the assassin, am right in front of your body—you must understand the meaning behind this."

In other words, Frankenstein, the Black player, is destined to be killed here.

Perhaps it was the young man's overly frank attitude that made Kenneth stare at him blankly, unable to feel angry at the man who was about to kill her.

No, rather... perhaps she harbored a destructive desire deep within her heart? Not just a desire to ruin other people's lives, but also her own.

"For a nascent life form, organs are indeed very beautiful, because they represent the essence of life."

Unexpectedly, instead of speaking, Kenniang started chatting with Shuoyue.

"Blame the doctor who created you... Okay, I won't say anything bad about him, but anyway, if he had taught you the basics, you wouldn't have chosen the worst option out of so many choices."

“This is not your fault, Frankenstein.”

At some point, the iridescent blue light in the young man's eyes struggled to fade, replaced by a gentle smile that was completely different from the assassin's demeanor.

"But speaking of which, it truly lives up to its name as the Holy Grail War of destiny. You know, you're very similar to the Red Team's Mordred."

"Woo?"

They look very similar?

This assessment roused Frankenstein, who hugged her knees and listened quietly to Shuoyue's story.

"She was an artificial human created by humans, who longed for her father, whom she should have regarded as an enemy, but her existence was denied by her father who did not understand human nature."

"So, driven by love turned to hate, she chose to rebel against her father, even if it meant destroying everything he owned, just to make him see her."

"You and she have both gone down the clumsy path of using hatred to maintain your relationship."

"Woooo..."

Ken was speechless. The girl that Shuoyue described was indeed very similar to her. Both were artificial beings created by humans, both were full of attachment to their fathers, both were rejected, both turned their love into hatred, and both ended their lives by taking their fathers down with them.

"But her wish was to make her father smile, while yours was to find a partner—hmm, both wishes were troublesome, but they both came true, didn't they?"

It's been achieved?

Frankenstein looked blankly at Shuoyue, and for some reason, suddenly showed an expression of extreme resistance, before being met with a merciless chop from the young man.

"Your partner certainly can't be me. Remember, Frankenstein, wasn't your Master Corles your ideal partner?"

Since Ken was destined to leave this place, Shuoyue had no reason to hide anything and gave the answer directly.

Master? My... Master?

How could a mere human, a mere magician, be the partner of an android like me? How could he possibly be "Frankenstein's groom"?

Under the influence of berserk mode, Kenko tapped her head irritably, trying to clear her chaotic emotions and the inexplicable joy that had risen within her, a joy that even death had been forgotten.

Through countless tapes, I forged a bond with my Master—

To accompany each other and experience the Holy Grail War together with one another—

If the Master dies, I will also be buried alive with him.

If we replace 'Master' with 'Groom', would it be easier to understand?

Upon realizing this, Frankenstein suddenly became agitated. Accompanied by crackling electrical sounds, her face flushed red, and she made a 'woof woof' sound like a large dog, her snow-white wedding dress swaying with her movements.

But soon, she fell into a deathly silence. After a moment, she raised her head, her heterochromatic eyes clearly revealing a yearning emotion.

I want to go back, I want to see him.

Since you're willing to tell me all this, then at least let me see my 'groom' one more time—

"Oh...this is difficult."

Faced with Ken's silent plea, the young man scratched his cheek awkwardly and said with a wry smile, "Although I would be happy to help make this a beautiful story, it is already difficult for me to just project my consciousness, let alone control the actions of this 'me'. I'm sorry."

Sensing Shuoyue's rejection and apology, the girl's eyes dimmed, but she still shook her head and squeezed out words with difficulty:

"It's... okay, thank you."

Even if I return to the Throne of Heroes, this record will remain. That way, when I am summoned again, my sluggish brain will surely be able to react.

“I apologize again, but in the name of the new moon, I promise that if we meet again, I will grant your request.” The young man nodded. For a moment, Frankenstein sensed a loss of consciousness, which was replaced by a sudden brightness of iridescent blue eyes and a chilling, knife-like aura.

"It seems the conversation is over, so I'll get straight to the point. Frankenstein of the Black side, the reason I'm allowing 'me' to speak out is not only because I need him to pass on the record, but also because I need you to willingly perform a certain action."

The assassin, speaking these words, pointed to the weapon beside Frankenstein.

"Commit suicide."

"Then hand over your treasure, 'The Virgin's Chastity,' to me."

Therefore, make a wish upon the Holy Grail.

Please bring her a partner who can transform herself into a human.

But ultimately, it's about the girl needing some time to realize that she and He have met.

So, I didn't write this for no reason.

Chapter 470 Use 100,000 Volts Quickly!

Regarding why Shuoyue took Fran's Noble Phantasm, the first thing to explain is her characteristics.

The Chastity of a Young Girl

Grade: C

Type: Anti-personnel Noble Phantasm