Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Then, you're the one left, Miss Lingxia."

The heroes of the past have long since vanished with the winds of time. Amakusa gazes at the empty space, a calm smile, as deep as the ocean, still playing on his lips.

"Why choose us, the Red Team? Your answer will determine our next move."

Liu Daolingxia opened her mouth, only to find herself astonished to find herself suppressed by Amakusa's aura.

What kind of courage supported him to do this? You have to understand that the red team is now irrevocably at a disadvantage!

Even if the Empress in the Hanging Gardens is comparable to a top-tier Servant, if we don't count the Six Directions Reika, the Red Team only has Amakusa himself, who has second-rate combat power, and Shakespeare, who is a third-rate writer.

Even with such a terrible hand, could this priest just smile calmly?

Liu Daolingxia stared directly into those golden pupils. If she were just glancing at them casually, she would only see the gentleness that a clergyman should have. But now, that pretense was crumbling.

Beneath that hollow shell lies the unwavering resolve and steadfast belief that "my heart is not stone, it cannot be turned." This is the arduous karma accumulated by the Sage of the Far East over the past sixty years, step by step.

He wouldn't allow himself to end it there.

Even in the most desperate circumstances, Amakusa is still someone who strives for victory. In that case, isn't it perfectly normal for him to adopt a selective approach to his comrades?

Realizing this, Rokudou Reika put away her contempt and arrogance. Just like when she stood alone in front of the imposing Black Faction Servants, she answered Amakusa's question gently, yet with utmost caution.

“I need to obtain the Greater Grail, while the Osare clan wants to destroy the Yggdrasil—because we were the ones who were expelled from Yggdrasil by Darnic back then.”

"Then they lost their magical foundation and were reduced to a third-rate family." The Empress's words showed that they were not unprepared, but the Clock Tower had blocked the news in advance, so Amakusa's intelligence network was unaware that the Osare family had been destroyed. "I see. The purpose was the Holy Grail and revenge. Not bad, that is enough reason for you to leave the Black Faction."

As they spoke, Empress Semiramis and Priest Amakusa Shiro Tokisada exchanged a secret glance.

The two understood almost instantly—Liu Daolingxia was, and could only be, an object they could use.

No one can quell the flames of vengeance, especially since there is only one Holy Grail.

"So, what is your wish that you want to tell the Holy Grail?"

"My wish, of course, is for the prosperity of the family."

As Liu Daolingxia stepped out of the royal chamber, she saw the man dressed in extravagant robes bowing respectfully to her and extending his hand.

"Beautiful lady, may I have dinner with you tonight?"

Before all the Red Masters died, Sakugetsu had already transferred Shakespeare's Command Seals, so Shakespeare was still there unharmed, and the explanation given to Amakusa and the others was "the writer's uniqueness".

Well... and Amakusa and the Empress both believed it. After all, this idiot is a bit eccentric, so it's normal for her to do some fancy tricks.

Besides, even if he betrays us, what can he do? Write hymns of praise for his teammates?

“Mr. Shakespeare, please stop joking, it’s bothering me.”

“Oh dear, Miss Lingxia, I’m just concerned about you!” Shakespeare stood up, leaned close to Lingxia’s ear, and whispered:

"If you're willing, we can work together from the inside and outside to overthrow Semiramis's cruel rule and create a beautiful and romantic Verona!"

“Even—” Shakespeare’s eyes gleamed with childlike joy, like a devil’s whisper, “if that young man far away in Romania were also abandoned…”

This is instigating Lingxia to betray the Empress, and even betray Shuoyue.

Lingxia knew that Shakespeare didn't really want to betray; he was just looking forward to turmoil, to a contradictory, incorrigible chronicler.

But if she shows even the slightest sign of weakness, this wicked literary giant will become completely aroused and use every trick in the book to corrupt her. After experiencing this extraordinary ending, he can then discard her out of boredom.

So, Lingxia simply gazed intently at Shakespeare, smiled slightly, and walked forward without looking back.

"Oh, my lovely and natural lady!" Upon realizing he had been rejected, Shakespeare exaggeratedly spread his arms, his mustache trembling, and uttered a string of words.

"The magnificent gold and diamonds, the dazzling pearls, have won you the illusory image of an empress, but little do you know that all that surrounds you is the poison of power and the fragrance of arrogance—a scent that both allure and kill!"

Is this referring to Mr. Shuoyue and me, or to that Empress?

While making enthusiastic guesses, Liu Daolingxia did not stop walking and disappeared straight in front of the dancing Shakespeare.

Compared to these trivial matters, whether or not Little Jack is injured is definitely more important, right?

Chapter 492 Avisbro's Wrath

Why did you do this, Shuoyue?

【Avisbro, what is it that you're trying to contact me telepathically?】

Didn't you hear the anger in my words? I'm accusing you, accusing you of leading Adam to glory, yet mercilessly sending him to hell!

I have spared His life and sent Him to the Hanging Gardens, haven't I?

But that's after you've destroyed Him with your own hands!

With your mastery of puppetry, evading the Empress's notice and resurrecting Adam would be a piece of cake. Utilizing the mystique of the Hanging Gardens, the second appearance of the giant will surely surprise everyone.

[Ha, so you refuse with silence? But it doesn't matter, Avisbro. If you want to achieve your ideals, this is the only path left for you. After all, the chains that bind you are already in my hands—that's it.]

The other party cut him off as he spoke. Avisbro sat silently in the room, his hands clenched in anger, then relaxed weakly.

Shuoyue was right. He only had this one path left to choose from. If he did anything unnecessary, even if the young man didn't kill him, he would use a Command Spell to make him helpless.

—It was just like the disease that plagued him, the suffering people of his people, and all the things that had forced him to act against him countless times, leaving him powerless to do anything about it.

He should have gotten used to it, he should have become indifferent to such suffering... But even so, after touching his dream, Avisbro lost that caution and composure.

He could have endured the darkness, but fate granted him a ray of light, only to cruelly take it away.

So, what about next time? And the time after that? And the time after that?

Will his treasure, his dream, be trampled upon once again, and then he hold Adam's remains and beg for 'divine' charity once more?

No, impossible, absolutely impossible!

Those who destroy my dreams and treat them like trash must be punished!

With a burning desire to rebel, Avisbro knelt on the ground, using a precise spell to conceal the fragments of the giant Adam. His face beneath the golden mask was deeply distorted, but his hands, which were casting the spell, were frighteningly steady.

He would not allow himself to fall before he saw his enemy suffer.

At this moment, Shuoyue was unaware that Avisbroun was filled with rage towards him because of the giant Adam incident. He opened his eyes after finishing his sermon, just as the Black Faction's gathering entered its next phase.

Chiron had finished recounting what had happened in the courtyard. Apart from the Servants who had witnessed the events firsthand, everyone else wore expressions of astonishment. It would probably take quite a while to break the silence.

Although the fortress of Milenia was in a state of partial collapse, it still had a considerable number of rooms. Everyone was currently gathered in the family meeting room. Although the chairs had been knocked over in the impact and the chandelier had fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces, Fiore, with the help of Shuoyue, quickly repaired them.

"The other arbitrator is Amakusa Shiro Tokisada...?"

Fiore managed to squeeze out a few words with great difficulty; her voice was already very delicate, and it was barely audible. But perhaps because the room was completely silent, her words were clearly heard by everyone present.

"Amakusa Shiro is a saint of the Far East. Could you explain that to me? Because I don't know much about him."

At Fiore's request, Chiron spoke:

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was a young man who, approximately five hundred years ago, was the mastermind behind a large-scale rebellion in a region called Shimabara."

"juvenile?"

"Yes, after all, he was only seventeen years old."

Upon hearing the age of seventeen, the Masters were immediately taken aback, never expecting that there would be such a young Heroic Spirit.

The centaur sage gave everyone a brief introduction to the history of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

He did not achieve any brilliant results. Although it was a large-scale rebellion, Japan had already been in an era of fierce wars between multiple countries vying for supremacy before that.

Amakusa Shiro was born after the war had finally ended and Japan had just been unified into one country.

The annual tribute was far heavier than usual, the bad weather led to poor harvests, and there was the rejection of heretics who were not recognized in Japan—at the worst moment when these problems overlapped, the flames of rebellion were ignited.

The Shimabara Rebellion was one of the largest peasant uprisings in the history of the island nation. The total number of participants was 37,000, of whom it is said that about 20,000 were non-combatants.

"And the one who led them at that time was Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, who was hailed as the savior."

He was just an ordinary sixteen-year-old boy, yet he has performed numerous miracles since birth. He healed the eyes of a blind girl, walked on water—he believes in God and gradually expands the scope of his religion.

When multiple rebellions that broke out simultaneously in various places were unified, it was quite normal for Amakusa Shiro to be chosen as his leader. They worshipped that boy as if he were a god.

"However, their advance soon came to a halt."

Those who held fast in Shimabara Castle eventually fell due to a shortage of supplies. All but one of the 37,000 men were purged and slaughtered.

He was neither a hero nor a saint. He clearly possessed the power to create miracles, yet he couldn't save even one person, and died with resentment in his heart.

Judging from these experiences alone, she doesn't seem like a particularly terrifying Servant.

“That’s right. In terms of pure strength, he’s probably far inferior to us heroes… but that’s precisely why I find him terrifying.”

Chiron couldn't help but recall the scene in the chapel where Amakusa faced all the Servants without hesitation and revealed his true identity. In a situation where the slightest mistake would have made him an enemy of all the Servants, he did not waver in the slightest—he even maintained a smile on his face.

That was an unbelievable pressure. What power did that boy possess that allowed him to stand so upright?

"That's true, I also... I find him very terrifying. It's not his strength or skills, but just his conviction that's incredibly frightening."

Joan of Arc couldn't help but recall the conversation she had with Amakusa after the other Servants had left.

It wasn't just simple strength; it was practically a black hole with ultimate density and mass. It was a monster that could engulf all humanity and heroic spirits with sheer willpower.

He wasn't insane. If he were merely insane, he could never possess such a strong conviction.

Thirty-seven thousand believers who worshipped him like a god were killed before his eyes. As such a guide, what did Amakusa Shiro Tokisada see, feel, and swear on that battlefield?

Neither Joan of Arc and Astolfo, who personally experienced the turbulent history of war, nor Chiron, who lived in a mythical era teeming with heroes, knew the answer to this question.

In short, let's put that issue aside for now. The key issue lies in his intentions.

Those in the know exchanged glances and collectively revealed Amakusa's plan:

"Human relief".

"You call it relief? How dare he utter such a stupid thing—"

Seeing Gold's dismissive and mocking attitude, Mordred sighed:

"You're the stupid one, Fatty. The only thing that can easily grant this foolish and absurd wish is the Holy Grail."

"Varied……!!"

Fiore calmed the indignant Gold, and at the same time retorted:

"However, Uncle is not wrong either. The Holy Grail, to put it bluntly, is just a mass of magical energy. It can indeed omit all the theories and processes and only bring results. But conversely, it must have processes that can be omitted in order to fulfill a wish."

"You mean, even if he wishes to 'save humanity,' it's meaningless?" Sieg seemed to understand. "If the person making the wish has no means in mind, then he can only stay at this stage. Since the direction is not determined, the wish cannot be conveyed anywhere."

The Holy Grail cannot handle such vague concepts, especially such a broad and general question as 'saving humanity'.