Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

That was the radiant, all-powerful wish-granting machine—the Greater Grail of Fuyuki.

Ahh.

Not only before the red side, but even before the arbiter—Vlad III finally reached the Great Grail.

Next, all we need to do is reclaim the Greater Grail...

then……

Fulfill your wish...

That's fine...

His eyes closed slowly, and the shadow that had been looming over Vlad III ceased to move. Instead, it turned into black powder, fluttering down to reveal the king's broken yet serene face.

Siegfried and Astolfo knelt on one knee, Avisbro remained silent, and Artoria placed her hand on her chest and closed her holy blue eyes.

The obsession had dissipated, and just as the will of the hero governed death, Vlad III was exhausted. He could see nothing and hear nothing. His emaciated body was held motionless by the heroes, an empty, heavy shell—before the Great Grail he had longed for, the King of Wallachia stopped breathing.

The church was sacred and serene. Golden sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting countless shadowy dust particles that fell upon Vlad III's handsome face, creating halos of light. In the distance, bells tolled, as if witnessing the Father's mercy and the Son's Passion.

Golden particles flew into the sky and disappeared; azure spiritual particles appeared in the air and were caught by Chiron.

Here lies Vlad III, the guardian king of Romania, who is buried in darkness.

It's overflowing, really overflowing. For a moment, I wondered if I was the Chef King...

Chapter 482 The Distressed State of Those Praying for Salvation

Chapter 482 The Dire Situation of Those Praying for Salvation

The red shroud of the hominid fluttered in the wind, draped with a red sash and cloak over the priest's robes. The priest, with brown skin and tousled white hair, lowered his eyes and silently prayed to the Black Faction Servants with his empty hands.

"Return to dust. The defeated and the aged are called to me, to commit themselves to me, to learn from me, and to serve me. I grant you rest, and you will not forget to sing praises, to pray, to remember my name. My body is light, and I liberate you from the weight of all things."

May the Lord have mercy on this sorrowful soul.

When Joan of Arc, after overcoming countless hardships and breaking through the corridors, labyrinths, traps, lightning, and ferocious beasts set up by the Empress, finally stepped into the chapel, what she saw was a young man bathed in holy light, as loving as a saint.

The moment I saw him, I was instantly inspired.

How could... that be?

Having grasped the key point, she couldn't help but gasp. This was absurd, impossible; the boy before her was—

Follower.

No, let's leave it at that. Although the Master-Servant situation goes against the rules, it is at least something that could happen (Sakutsuki: ?).

However, the problem lies in his class. No, no, no, no, neither is he nor is he not one of the seven classes.

"Nice to meet you, this time."

"The former...arbitrator!"

Even the calm and composed Chiron could not hide his astonishment, and the other leader of the Black Faction, Danic, who had also arrived at the chapel by following the Black Faction's servants through unknown means, was equally astonished. He stared at the familiar boy in front of him, speechless.

Even though he forgot too many memories in the ritual of devouring souls to prolong his life, there was one past that Danic could never forget: the Third Holy Grail War, in which he risked his life as a magician—the battle that marked the beginning of everything, a battle he could never forget.

That's why he was so surprised.

"How could this be? This...this is impossible..."

The phantoms of the past flashed through his mind. The saintly boy from the Far East, summoned against his will by Einzbern, now stepped out of those memories and spoke to him with the same gentle smile that had remained unchanged for sixty years:

"Oh dear, that's such an ordinary and mundane line for you, Danic. Since you're still alive, it's not surprising that I'm alive too."

"How could this be? It's impossible! This can't be happening! Why! Why are you here! Why are you still alive...!?"

The boy shrugged and said in a relaxed manner:

"Of course it's because I participated in this Holy Grail War, as the Master of the Red Team."

That was an absolutely unacceptable declaration for Danick. Ignoring the speechless Danick, the boy continued shouting:

“I’ve been waiting for this opportunity, Danic! The Greater Grail of Fuyuki belongs to me! Magician—how could I possibly hand over the Greater Grail to you who only know how to lead the world to destruction!”

Upon hearing this, the shackles of fear that had bound him shattered, and Danick's expression instantly turned ferocious.

Stop talking nonsense!

Enraged, Daniel took a step forward to speed up, only to fall awkwardly to the ground.

"Goooo!?"

A sharp pain belatedly shot through his chest. Danic looked down and saw the sharp blade of a gun piercing his heart. The sound of a bullet being chambered traveled through his bones and flesh, mingling with Shuoyue's whispered words.

"You dare to come here without the protection of your servants? Is that bravery or stupidity?"

boom!

There was no need to think about what adjectives were suitable for a corpse. Before anyone could help, Shuoyue pulled the trigger, cleanly and neatly ending Danic's life. Then, she shook off the corpse and leisurely stepped aside.

Behind him, Achilles, Atalanta, and Karna, the three Servants, stood with grim expressions, their undisguised hostility directed at the young priest who had once commanded them.

"Master...did you do this? You killed our Master!"

Even as his body began to slowly dissipate, Achilles still pointed his short spear forward, his words filled with undisguised hostility.

As first-rate and top-tier Servants, there is only one reason why they suddenly lost their power—that is, their Master.

Only when their Master dies will they show signs of dissipation!

Following the contract, they found their Masters lying dead in the room. As a result, Amakusa and the Empress, who actually controlled the Sky Garden, became the suspects of the three.

Not only him, but Atalanta had already raised her arrows, and even Karna had a solemn expression, pointing his spear at Amakusa.

The three heroes' murderous aura was as sharp as a blade, yet Amakusa Shiro Tokisada withstood it without changing his expression, though his smile was slightly bitter.

“This has nothing to do with me… Although your Masters were indeed imprisoned by me, I swear by my true name that I never had the thought of killing them.”

"Just because you don't have it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, Amakusa."

With a clear, resonant voice, Shuoyue toyed with her blood-stained fist gun, ignoring the Black Faction Servants who were subtly exuding hostility, and said meaningfully:

"You, and that Empress who is notorious for poisoning—regarding the deaths of all my Clock Tower magicians, I hope you can represent the Church and give us a reasonable explanation."

The empress, infamous for her poisoning, and the new moon, representing the clock tower?

This single sentence reveals a great deal of information. Some Servants lowered their heads to ponder the Empress's true name, while others looked thoughtfully at the enigmatic young man from the very beginning.

Chiron, in particular, who was the strategist of the Black Faction, was genuinely taken aback. He had previously assumed that Sakumoku, who had hidden the Servant information, was an assassin of the Red Faction, and that the creation of such a huge garden was the work of the Red Faction's magician.

You can't exactly say that a magician goes to the front lines to fight the enemy with bayonets while an assassin hides behind the scenes quietly building infrastructure, can you?

Or is it that 'I am an assassin, I don't have the power of a magician'?

The red team's lineup... it's so strange!

At this moment, Amakusa could no longer care about the Black side. He looked at Sakugetsu, who was also at odds with him, and the helplessness in his eyes deepened.

Even though Amakusa was initially wary of this messenger from the Clock Tower, he now had to acknowledge the value of the new moon. After all, judging from the battle record, this assassin had taken down two of the Black faction's heads (Kenya and Vlad III).

Amakusa didn't believe that the Black Faction would willingly sacrifice their leader and a Servant just to make Sakugetsu a spy for their side.

Not to mention that the new moon also protected Atalanta, won the Holy Grail, and played a crucial role in the battle.

He would rather give up Achilles or Mordred than let New Moon leave the Red team.

The problem is—he himself has no idea how those Masters died!

Could it really be the Empress who did it...?

"Do you doubt me?!" The Empress's voice echoed in his mind, unusually exasperated. "I would never stoop to such low tactics!"

"Why don't you answer us, Father?" Achilles stepped forward when Amakusa didn't reply and pressed on, "Are you feeling guilty? Or are you refining your words to deceive us?"

With an empress causing a ruckus in his head and Achilles pressing aggressively outside, even Amakusa was getting a headache from all the noise and could only give up and wave his hand in despair.

"Stop arguing, I have the complete video footage here, watch it first and then we'll talk!"

As the magical light screen unfolded, it was still some time before it completely dissipated. The three victims looked up together at their Masters, whom they had never met before, inside the light screen.

"Hey, Chiron, should we take this opportunity to make a move..." Afu said softly, looking at the chaotic red team.

“No, once we make a move, the situation will become even more chaotic.” Chiron looked at the magic light screen and replied in a low voice, “What’s more, we have lost a lot of resources and suffered a great loss of combat power… If our interference causes the Red Team to unite against a common enemy, that would be terrible.”

"On the other hand, if the Master is indeed dead, then the Red Team's Servants will never obey this priest. That will be the time for us to make our move."

“So, we have to wait too…” Astolfo muttered, while Artoria, Siegfried, and Avisbro exchanged mysterious glances.

They received a message from the new moon.

After exchanging glances for a moment, Avisbro lowered his head, created a puppet with an aura identical to his own as cover, and then quietly left the place.

He needed to connect with Liu Daolingxia before the situation spiraled out of control and complete their agreement.

Those who pray for salvation: Increase the charge stage by 2 levels (3 times) when using their Noble Phantasm.

When using her Noble Phantasm, her charge phase increases by 2 levels (4 times) [Max Limit Break].

As long as the energy recharge is sufficient, this Amakusa Craft Essence is surprisingly useful for Caster Artoria, offering better value for money than Artoria's.

Chapter 483 A Major Reshuffle Between Red and Black

What lay before the black and red sides was a dark room.

A hazy, silvery-gray mist, along with the sunlight that seeps in, paints the walls, wanders among the tables and chairs, and outlines indistinct figures, like a hazy, still painting. Only the scattered stars in the mist conceal an unknown malice.

Judging from the Command Seals in the hands of the magicians, they are undoubtedly the Masters of the Red Team.

This quiet scene lasted for a very long time, so long that people thought it was just a photograph, when suddenly a woman's clear laughter rang out.

"Ha ha……"

The misty night was like wine sloshing in a glass, and everyone heard the distorted, cruel female voice.

"The slaughter is about to begin."

Without any warning or warning, the magicians' eyes bulged out in an instant, and bright red blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, dripping onto the table and sizzling as it rose into white smoke.

Without a doubt, it's poison.

What followed was a farcical spectacle of people struggling with the poison—within three minutes, the Masters dispatched by the Clock Tower died in agony, their Command Seals dimming before they vanished without a trace.