Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Adam quickly repaired the damage caused by the initial crescent moon, but then he used his twin pistols to destroy the giant's legs, restoring the conditions to hold true.

As for why they were so ruthless towards their own side, firstly, it was to gain the trust of the Black faction, and secondly... do you think Shuoyue would unleash such a powerful Noble Phantasm to kill him? Who delivered the decisive blow?

Chapter 490 The Long Night Finally Dawns

The surrounding trees began to wither, the ground was no longer a paradise, and the "primordial humans" who should have been immortal also turned into corpses.

“Taken down…” Achilles breathed a sigh of relief. Coincidentally, the mist also dissipated at that moment, and a petite black figure looked at someone in the distance, hesitated for a moment, but still quickly disappeared into the mist.

"Damn it, she got away!"

Only Red Mordred was so straightforward in expressing her thoughts. Carrying her sword, she looked around with dissatisfaction, searching for the figures that kept attacking them in the mist. Behind her, Lion's Robbery, Fiore, Correspondent, and Gold were lying or sprawled, their faces showing expressions of relief after surviving a close call.

Especially the fat Gold, who was almost in tears.

"Finally, finally we're saved!"

The moment they were swallowed by the mist, these Masters were attacked by mysterious Servants, and for some reason, Gordes was attacked far more often than the others!

"Well, I can't stand you, but you're really in a bad situation." Astolfo helped Sieg up and patted Gold's shoulder sympathetically.

Chiron, Fiore, and Corles looked up at the still-falling soil and stones that made up the giant Adam: "Looks like they've completed their mission too."

As for whether they are as intact as them...

"Shuoyue, are you alright? Do you need treatment? Does Master still have Command Seals?"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Joan of Arc hugged Shuoyue and began to grope his body. To show that he was alright, the young man barely raised his left hand, but perhaps because his raised hand looked so weak, Joan of Arc became even more uneasy.

"As expected, it's all my fault. I guess I should take care of you QAQ."

"Although there's still a slight lingering pain, it's nothing... I'm fine."

"But it's not very believable when a boy says 'I'm fine'."

"This stupid saintess..." Shuoyue was speechless. The reason he pretended to be nonchalant was partly because he had the Third Law, which allowed him to convert NP into HP at any time, and partly because Jeanne's excessive concern made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After all, he's a cold-blooded, emotionless assassin.

After Joan of Arc stood up and moved her arms, which had returned to normal, she finally accepted the fact that he was safe and sound. So she went to the side where Adam had disappeared, knelt down, clasped her hands together, and prayed to the disappearing giant.

As for whether it was a ritual to appease the magician who had become the "hearth," or a ritual to appease the fetus (golem) that was not allowed to have its own meaning after birth, Shuoyue had no idea.

He was simply lost in thought, staring intently at the saint who was praying earnestly.

The secret command planted in Adam was added by Avisbro at the behest of the new moon—meaning it was a test for the new moon itself.

At the same time, he deliberately made himself forget about it, so before reacting instinctively, Shuoyue did not expect that Joan of Arc would be attacked.

Everything he did came from his own heart.

Once this was realized, the existence of 'Joan of Arc' became like some uncontrollable factor, causing chaos in the intricate system constructed by the new moon.

But how much impact will this chaos have on the assassins' Holy Grail War?

The new moon refuses to think.

"Because Joan of Arc is truly beautiful in prayer," the young man thought.

While feeling a sense of beauty, there was also a pang of sorrow. The assassin knew very well that prayers would not reach anywhere, and asking for divine protection would be utterly useless.

She herself should have known this better than anyone else: prayer cannot save everything, just as someone as devout as her was burned to death by flames because of betrayal and compromise.

Despite this, she continued to pray. She offered her prayers in the name of Joan of Arc.

Where will the girl's prayers lead?

Shuoyue lowered his eyes. At his feet, a shimmering clod of earth was relentlessly patting the young man's calf, as if reminding him or complaining.

The light of the displacement magic secretly shone, enveloping the core of the giant Adam and making it disappear.

Turning around, his black robes billowing, the assassin walked towards the fortress of Mirenia without looking back.

"I think now is not the time to relax—gather everyone, we must have a unified plan regarding the Greater Grail."

The night has passed, and the dawn's light shines upon the faces of every hero and every Master. After a night of strife, betrayal, cooperation, and battle, the morning glow paints the sky with a vibrant and exuberant glow.

What a beautiful sight this is!

But everyone knew that darkness would come again sooner or later, and in order not to be swallowed up by the endless night, they had to light the torch of hope.

As the brilliant morning light shone, Chiron and Achilles smiled at each other and began to walk together; Joan of Arc rose from her prayers, grasped the holy banner, her expression resolute, while Karna walked forward calmly; Mordred and Ragnaros joked and chatted tacitly; Gordes glanced at her from the side, opened his mouth to speak, but only saw Siegfried's unwavering back as always.

Fiore, with Correspondent in tow, and Atalanta leaped down from the treetop, her long hair swaying, her emerald eyes reflecting the image of the new moon and Joan of Arc walking side by side.

At the very forefront of this heroic scene, the dilapidated fortress of Mirenia, though ravaged by war, still stands stubbornly atop the hill.

The meeting for the Black team has begun.

Then—unsurprisingly, something unexpected happened.

"Huh? You mean you're refusing to help us?!"

With a bang, Gold slammed his hands on the table and jumped up. Whether you call him brave and fearless or frighteningly stupid, he swept his questioning gaze over Achilles, Karna, and Atalanta.

Perhaps sensing his own fault, even the hot-tempered Achilles didn't say much, simply stating calmly:

"Our teacher has already explained to you that we chose to leave the Red Team because of the death of our Masters, but—the real murderer who killed our Masters has still not been identified."

"Isn't that the priest who calls himself Amakusa?"

“My abilities tell me that he is not lying, and that Father Amakusa was not subjectively involved in this matter,” said Karna, who possessed the “insight of the poor.”

"That's Red Semiramis, isn't it?"

“Very likely, and my sister and I both despise that black vixen.” Achilles smirked. “However, we cannot act on our feelings until we find concrete evidence, nor will we help you to punish that priest, so I apologize.”

Initially, they were blinded by the death of their Master, but after calming down, Heel, Sun, and Touya belatedly realized that something was amiss.

Is it really the kind of stupid thing Amakusa and the Empress would do to kill their Master at such a critical moment and weaken their own forces?

Even if it was for the Command Seals, didn't Amakusa, as the Master, end up with nothing?

Could it be that the Empress used too much force and killed her Master?

What a joke! This is the Hanging Gardens, and Semiramis is no delicate queen.

In conclusion, after discussing the matter, Achilles and the others decided to remain still and not to attack the Red Team recklessly before uncovering the truth.

"Of course, we're happy to help you with anything other than the Red Team, like patrolling or keeping watch."

“But we’ve entrusted Romania’s spiritual veins to you, you know?” Fiore argued, trying to win over these three allies.

"That's right, so we helped you defeat the giant Adam. After all, you all called your Servants away in the midst of the crisis."

“Ugh…” Fiore was so ashamed that she was speechless. Even Mordred, who was standing next to her, whistled and turned her head away as if nothing had happened.

Both swordsmen wielding beam cannons chose their Masters over defeating the giants. Although Jeanne didn't say much afterward, the sense of shame of heroes (being empowered by Command Seals but not doing their job) still made them somewhat embarrassed.

To avoid suspicion, the three Servants from the Red Team stood up and left the meeting room without hesitation. After quickly composing herself, Fiore, who was temporarily assuming the role of head of the Yggdrasil family and leader of the Black Team, looked at the black-robed youth who had remained silent.

"And what about Mr. New Moon, who represents the Clock Tower? Will you help us?"

As Fiore spoke, everyone else couldn't help but turn their gaze to Shuoyue, who was leaning against the door. At this point, no one would underestimate this assassin.

The golden light bulb swayed, and the new moon raised its eyes, giving its answer with a half-smile.

Chapter 491 Shakespeare's Seduction

"That depends on your definition of help, Yggdomirenia."

Shuoyue's seemingly pointed words sent a shiver down Fiore's spine, instantly reminding her of the fact that the Thousand World Tree had declared war on the Clock Tower.

Sakumoku came here to punish them. Even if he left the Red Faction because of Amakusa's killing of the Masters, would he easily lend a helping hand to Yggdrasilnia?

No, not only that, now that her uncle has been killed by Shuoyue, she also has to guard against Shuoyue and the Clock Tower joining forces to completely seize Yggdmirena's property... During her time studying at the Clock Tower, Fiore had heard too many similar tragedies.

So, should we compromise with the Clock Tower in exchange for their help?

No, no, at least, I can't show weakness so soon...

“It seems you understand, Miss Fiore.” Shuoyue smiled. “Instead of asking me, you should ask Mr. Lion Robber, after all, that’s what mercenaries do.”

"How did this get dragged into me..." Lion's Robber muttered, but waved his hand dismissively. "Fiore Fulvig Yggdomirenia? I just saw her yesterday."

To be precise, they fought a life-or-death battle in Sighishwara just yesterday, with the intention of killing each other.

It's quite strange that we're sitting together today, discussing cooperation.

When Lion's Claw raised his hand to greet her, the girl tried her best to remain nonchalant... but her expression seemed somewhat stiff. In this respect, she didn't seem to possess the same open-mindedness as Lion's Claw, a mercenary.

"Yes, I was also quite surprised by this unexpected and surprisingly quick reunion."

"Don't say that. This Holy Grail War entered its second phase the moment the Greater Grail was stolen. You and I are no longer enemies."

"That's how it is for now, right?"

"Yeah, that's how it is for now—hey."

"Hehehehe"—the two laughed simultaneously. Despite wearing sunglasses, Fiore was certain—there was absolutely no hint of a smile in the man's eyes.

Of course, the same applies to Lion's Den.

"Suddenly, I feel so terrified..." Astolfo trembled, tears welling in his eyes. Sieg, standing beside him, had to pat him on the back to comfort him. Seeing this, Fiore dropped her fake smile, coughed lightly, and continued:

"Then, please explain in detail what happened after you ascended to the Sky Garden."

The Black faction's gathering continues, while the Red faction's Sky Garden has begun to move, the floating city that has absorbed the Greater Grail is flying in the dawn sky.

Through the surveillance of the familiars, it has been confirmed that the Primal Giant Adam has been defeated, and Avisbro's long-cherished wish has not been fulfilled, thus giving the enemy time to regroup.

"Considering the time required for intelligence gathering, tracking preparation, and tracking itself—I estimate it will take about three days."

"You said they could catch up in three days?"

"Yes, of course. Jeanne must persuade the magicians of Yggdrasilia and unite the remaining Servants—this is a necessary prerequisite."

Perhaps Yggdrasilia will compromise and turn to the Mage's Association for their demands. Even for the Mage's Association, this would be an unexpected situation, considering that the one who stole the Holy Grail was their long-time rival, the Church of Christ.

Of course, the current church is also in a state of great difficulty.

The vast royal chamber was empty. Neither of them liked to join in the fun. Artoria secretly went out to greet Jack, leaving only Amakusa, the Empress, and Rokudou Reika behind in the central area.

Behind them, the Great Grail outlines the figure of the Winter Maiden, her face devout and compassionate, like a silent image of the Holy Spirit in a chapel.