Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

“But I remember King Arthur wasn’t a man? But Miss is clearly a woman,” Astolfo said bluntly.

“But that’s the truth, and the young lady is very beautiful.” Sieg nodded repeatedly, exchanged a glance with Astolfo, and said in unison:

"History is truly profound..."

The Black Team members were helpless against this idiot duo. Although they were also surprised, seeing Sieg and Afu making such a fuss made them feel ashamed as they were.

"After returning the Holy Sword, the dying King Arthur was carried by several mysterious fairies to Avalon in a boat, where he was said to be finally buried. Is this legendary 'ideal land secluded from the world' the embodiment of this legend...?"

Koles murmured, while Fiore thought for a moment and asked doubtfully, "But I remember that the legendary King Arthur upheld the chivalrous spirit, was kind, upright, benevolent, and loyal... He shouldn't be an assassin."

Aren't assassins the very opposite of chivalry?

Just as Lingxia was about to speak, Vlad III calmly responded to Fiore's question.

"Perhaps it's because King Arthur is so famous that countless versions of his story have been passed down through the ages, and it wouldn't be surprising if some of them involved acts of murder."

For the Grand Prince of Wallachia, who had been the victim of conspiracies and had himself resorted to despicable means, such things were perfectly normal.

"But in any case, she is part of our Black Faction, and it is she who has allowed our Black Faction's fortress to be preserved—once that is confirmed, she is a trustworthy person."

As Vlad III had previously told Master Darnic, the lack of capable subordinates had always been a source of anxiety for him. Now, not only were the sages of ancient Greece at his disposal, but even the ever-victorious king of Britain was under his command. It was good enough that he didn't laugh out loud without regard for decorum, so how could he possibly doubt the class of the ahoge?

"Look! Spartacus's explosion trajectory seems to have changed!"

Suddenly, Astolfo exclaimed, gesturing with his hand to the distant outline, and said uncertainly:

"That...it seems like it's flying towards that courtyard in the sky?"

Upon hearing Astolfo's conjecture, Chiron perked up and quickly used his unique skill, 'Clairvoyance,' to examine the situation closely. After a moment, he arrived at a rigorous conclusion.

"Yes, it seems that it is only Lady Arthur who is using her Noble Phantasm to push Red back. If she can be sent to the Sky Garden before Spartacus completely erupts, it will definitely deal a very serious blow to the Red side."

Upon hearing this, the Black team members were immediately invigorated, and Vlad III nodded, his approval evident in his eyes.

For Black, Red's aerial garden is obviously extremely troublesome, as it not only has high mobility but is also quite difficult to deal with.

If Artoria can successfully use this opportunity to her advantage and destroy the Sky Garden, it will undoubtedly be a great achievement!

"Well done!"

The Grand Duke of Wallachia stood atop the city walls, watching the destruction in the distance hurtle toward the Sky Garden at a visible speed. His smugness was hard to conceal, and his trust in Artoria soared.

Heroes of the Red Team, do you see this? This is my powerful arm, the counterattack of the Black Team!

Even if it's a gladiator's rebellion, we can stop it unscathed!

It's just that the Grand Duke doesn't understand modern internet slang, otherwise he would definitely have shouted that line:

How to lose when flying dragon rides on the face!

Unbeknownst to the excited Black Team members, Liu Dao Lingxia, who was standing silently at the back, was wearing a faint smile.

Everything is proceeding as Mr. Shuoyue predicted.

Chapter 476 Sun Wheel, the New Moon that Submits to Death and Makes Its Move

Compared to the overjoyed Black side, the Red side in the courtyard appeared gloomy and dejected.

Especially Amakusa, who was in charge, although he looked calm, the Empress could feel the anxiety conveyed by his clenched fists.

The plan to unleash the power of the Red on this battlefield and let the Black side suffer the consequences of their actions was devised by Amakusa. He carefully analyzed the Black side's lineup, Servants, and Noble Phantasms, and only chose this seemingly risky action after confirming that there was no danger.

And his decision was almost a resounding success—Spartacus could not reach the Heavenly Courtyard, and could only rage helplessly on the battlefield. He was held back by several Heroic Spirits in succession, constantly losing his life. After being given the final push by the Empress, he had no choice but to self-destruct. His self-destruction would deal unimaginable damage to the Black side's defenses, and the Red side could take this opportunity to break into the Black side's heartland and seize the Great Grail, which symbolizes victory...

But all of this was reversed by the black side.

Even if Amakusa couldn't see through Hei's true name like Sakugetsu, how could he not recognize the Noble Phantasm she released?

"King Arthur, a secluded and ideal world..."

The replica of the cloak projected by the new moon was torn open by the shockwave, revealing Artoria's stunningly beautiful face in the image. While the Red Faction Servants were marveling at King Arthur's identity and gender, they couldn't help but turn their gaze to another person present, a girl whose true name had already been exposed in Sighishwara.

Red, Mordred.

A rebellious knight, the culprit who destroyed Britain.

So how did such a beautiful woman like King Arthur give birth to a son...and a daughter? Could it be that Guinevere was male? But if that's the case, then who is Lancelot...?

Wow, I'm inexplicably excited!

Everyone has a gossipy nature, especially when it comes to the widely known legend of King Arthur. Even Karna raised his eyes slightly, curious about just how chaotic the elite circles of Britain could be, aside from his own complicated family relationships.

Lion's Call was low. Since he was also on the battlefield, he had been brought here by the Empress's indiscriminate teleportation belt. However, he felt no sense of security. The Empress's occasional glances at him were like those of someone looking at a piece of bread, clearly indicating her ill intentions.

Not to mention Spartacus's massive bomb is approaching.

Mordred did not respond to her Master's call. She stared silently at her familiar father in the image, lost in thought for a long time.

The Holy Lance, the Holy Sword, and now even the scabbard?

If Artoria had still possessed the sword sheath back then, Mordred would never have launched a rebellion; there's a limit to courting death.

Therefore... in this Holy Grail War, she is destined to be unable to defeat her father.

Upon realizing this, the girl's posture slumped for a moment, but she quickly straightened her back and stared intently at Artoria's serious face, an indomitable flame burning in her lion-like blue eyes.

When the holy sword was pressed against her throat, she was already dead—so what if it's death? There's nothing to be afraid of! Compared to that, she wanted to know why Artoria had spared her!

Her intuition seemed to be responding, albeit vaguely, yet it inexplicably invigorated Mordred, as if her father's decision to spare her contained some invaluable answer.

I must see my father again and ask her for an explanation!

"Ahem, I don't think this is the time for idle chatter." The Empress was speechless at these heroes with big hearts. They were typical examples of those who didn't care about their parents' wealth and didn't take Spartacus's self-destruction seriously at all, relying on their ability to evade attacks by becoming spirits.

She worked day and night to build this huge thing. If it's gone on the day it's completed, she'd rather jump off the courtyard first!

"In short, is there anyone who can stop Spartacus's attack?"

After all, he was the leader of the Red Team, so they had to be given face. Thus, the heroes of the Red Team exchanged glances and finally agreed to communicate.

"It's beyond saving." — Shakespeare

"It's hopeless." By Atalanta.

"Just wait to die." By Mordred.

"Hey, you guys!"

The Empress was nearly driven mad by the three men's barrage of insults. She glared at them resentfully, while Sabita and Xiao Mo returned her gaze with innocent eyes.

What, do you expect a writer who can't even kill a chicken/an archer who only knows how to tattle/a swordsman whose Noble Phantasm was stolen from his father's treasury to have any defensive capabilities?

It's better to believe that the hairy cow eats three meals a day!

Before Semiramis could get seriously injured from anger, Amakusa finally composed himself and looked at the other three Servants: "What about you? Do you have any ideas?"

Shuoyue shook her head decisively. Achilles hesitated for a moment, then also expressed his helplessness: "Although I have a shield... it's more than enough to protect myself, but I'm powerless to protect such a large courtyard."

Heroes disdain lying, so everyone crossed out New Moon and Achilles, and their last hope rested on the hero who offered the charity, Karna, the top fighter on the red side.

Galahad, save us!

And Little Sun lived up to expectations, making a decision after a moment's thought.

"As long as we can withstand Spartacus's attack, we can manage without even defending, right?"

"You mean—" Amakusa, of course, knew what Karna meant, and he said in a deep voice, "Have you made up your mind?"

"This is the only way to protect this place."

Although the others couldn't understand the cryptic conversation between the two, they knew that Karna had taken on a difficult task, so they all breathed a sigh of relief and went to prepare at Amakusa's instruction.

Only the Empress and Shakespeare remained in the King's Chamber.

"Now that it's just the two of us, I want to ask you something first."

"Ah, I also have something I'd like to ask. So please ask first, Your Majesty."

"What exactly are you planning?"

The Empress maintained her alluring smile, yet a cold emotion seeped into her eyes as she stared at Shakespeare, much like a snake eyeing its prey.

Then, facing such a gaze, he didn't break out in a cold sweat at all, but only responded with a bewildered expression. He also possessed extraordinary courage. Despite having no weapon or even magic, he still used his silver tongue.

"It's nothing. As I said before, I just want to watch over Master's illusory yet grand dream."

To obtain the Holy Grail and redeem the world.

The greatest writers in history have gazed upon saints who attempt to shoulder the evils of this world with eyes sharper than guns.

"Hmph, you certainly are that kind of person, a storyteller. His dream is indeed as fragile as a glass artifact, and distant. Countless hardships and obstacles lie along the way, and even whether he can overcome them is an unknown. But—assuming our Master overcomes all the hardships and finally reaches his goal..."

Then it can only be called a miracle. The dream that Amakusa told them was a topic that ordinary people would laugh at as ridiculous, and only the abnormal would seriously discuss.

"The role you played will cease to exist in this world."

"This isn't just about me, it's about you too, no, it's about all the Heroic Spirits!"

However, the Empress shook her head, denying Shakespeare's words.

“I’m different. I have my own role. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have agreed to his plan.”

"I see, is that how it is! Hmm, indeed, once the Master's dream is realized, there will be no need to write stories in this world anymore. But—the process of developing to that point is an outstanding story. It is a masterpiece that even if you distributed countless typewriters to countless monkeys, it would be impossible to achieve. It is unprecedented and unparalleled! If I could write such a work, I would naturally have no regrets."

That sounds reasonable.

Perhaps Shakespeare's expressive power was too overwhelming, for Semiramis's delicate brows furrowed slightly, yet her expression of doubt remained unchanged. In truth, her suspicion stemmed from Shakespeare's decision to release Spartacus.

If Amakusa's plan goes smoothly, this man might deliberately create some kind of hardship... no, or rather, he's already starting to prepare.

"How are those Masters doing?"

The Master's telepathic message traveled along the causal lines, and Semiramis immediately replied: "If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to regain control of them tonight."

Although for some unknown reason, a Master suddenly broke free from the poison's control, Semiramis, being the Empress, managed to take control of the situation in just over a day—from the time the accident occurred until now, the Red Team's Servants had been kept in the dark.

But is everything really as the Empress thought?

The writhing shadows... at least those lurking among the kings. Some beings within the Empress's absolute control didn't think so. After Semiramis responded, she seemed to have received the same command and wandered off in a certain direction.

"You're here, aren't you, Shuoyue? I can feel your presence."

The Empress suddenly spoke, and after a moment of silence in the vast royal chamber, light and shadow shifted in the corners. The assassin removed Hades' cloak and calmly met Semiramis's gaze from his high position.

"what's up?"