Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

He had already noticed the android girl at the door, and presumably Joan of Arc had as well.

It's just inexplicable how my relationship with her has deteriorated to this point.

Lost in thought, Sieg stood before Shuoyue, recalling the scene she had witnessed that day, and pain once again overwhelmed her.

"Please help me... Teacher, I don't know what to do anymore."

Chapter 496 Zig's Dilemma and Promise

"I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do."

Seeing the android hanging his head in dejection, another android lying on the ground gently patted his arm.

"Don't worry about it, you've done a great job."

Like a dying patient, the homunculus answered with a serious tone. Sieg recognized the homunculus lying on the ground. Unlike his kin who were fighting on the front lines, he was the type sealed in a magic supply tank, existing as a human battery.

Shortly after waking up, Sieg found Fiore and asked her to grant him permission to liberate his fellow countrymen. Perhaps considering his and Astolfo's necessity, Fiore agreed without much hesitation.

The Black faction does not prevent the androids from liberating their own kind, and the androids will not take 'humanoids' without consciousness out of the culture dish—with Astolfo and Sieg jointly intervening, the Yggdrasil and the androids have reached this delicate balance.

Shortly after the rescue operation began, Zig, who was patrolling around, witnessed what was happening before his eyes.

These artificial humans are products of an assembly line. In a production process that prioritizes quantity over quality, it is certainly gratifying to see them born intact. However, it is not surprising if they are defective from the very beginning.

She could not abandon even her own kind with defects, otherwise she would be no different from those magicians.

But should she just stand by and watch her compatriots die from congenital defects?

Astolfo was summoned away by Chiron, and Siegfried, filled with unspeakable worry, walked alone in the bustling corridors of the homunculi. When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in a large room full of homunculi.

Whether they are combat androids injured on the battlefield or battery-type androids with congenital defects, they are all gathered here.

"Ah..."

The stench of blood filled his nostrils, and Zieg momentarily lost consciousness, finding himself lying on the cold floor, struggling to breathe.

Just like her difficult life.

The next instant, she found herself leaning against the wall in the room, shivering uncontrollably, her limbs twitching. The incomplete development of her nervous system had caused her to lose control of her body, leaving her only able to silently count down the days until her death in the darkness.

Time began to flow backward. This time, she was running across the battlefield with a long axe in her hand when suddenly a green light flashed, accompanied by excruciating pain. An arm and weapon fell off together and were trampled into mud by warhorses.

Another Sieg awoke from excruciating pain, and the young magician, showing no pity, ordered the puppet to punch her in the chest, judging the puppet's performance by the extent of her injury, as if she were a moving punching bag.

The scene shifts, and silver tweezers gleam with a cold light. Amidst Zig's screams, her eyeballs are removed, the blood vessels connected to them dangling helplessly in the air. The dim pupils reflect the necromancer's sadistic face. Her hands brush over Zig's body, like unwrapping a gift, slowly cutting open her skin, then grabbing her head and yanking it off!

"Uh!"

In an instant, everything returned to reality. Zig felt her body was completely unharmed, but she couldn't feel happy at all.

Looking around, there were androids with damaged respiratory systems, androids with underdeveloped nervous systems, androids with missing limbs, androids on the verge of death from being beaten by puppets, and androids with their flesh torn off by Serenekee and their eyes missing...

Those were her compatriots, her fellow countrymen who were suffering and for whom she was powerless to help.

How can a race that cannot survive, lacks technology, and is extremely weak live in this world?

The delusions that had hurt her had dissipated, but a dome-like darkness enveloped Sieg, and the profound despair that almost drove her mad made Sieg prefer to retreat back into the painful illusion.

Because in this way, the damage inflicted on the androids is still traceable, but the situation facing the androids cannot be resolved overnight, nor does it stem from any war or sacrifice.

That is the deepest sorrow rooted in this group.

The scene before him constantly reminded Zig that they were not free; they were merely slaves dependent on the magician for survival, no more noble than domesticated animals or animals in a circus.

If they were freed from the humans who harmed and oppressed them, these androids would completely disappear from the world within a year.

Even if she made a pact with a former hero, so what? The fate of a nation has never changed because of the strength of one person.

No matter how strong she is, how can she cope with the dangers and hardships coming from all directions?

Zieg almost gave up hope; her crimson eyes lost their luster. But just then, a deafening laugh echoed in her heart.

There once was a berserker who raised his short sword and rebelled against his oppressors.

The light emanating from his self-sacrifice was like the sun, slowly rising in the tender hearts of the artificial beings.

Spartacus, the rebellious berserker, saw the world as nothing but oppression and dictatorship.

But he did not stop. Even with broken arms and shattered legs, he still shouted the name of rebellion, letting the spirit of resistance bloom on the battlefield and letting everyone witness his enlightenment.

—I must do this myself, no, I absolutely have to do this.

With this resolve in mind, Sieg sat down in front of Shuoyue.

As her teacher who helped her escape danger and guided her to save her compatriots, Zig wishfully believed that Shuoyue would extend a selfless helping hand to her.

However, she was wrong.

“I don’t think I can help you in any way, Zig.” Shuoyue picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and the rising steam obscured his face.

"Besides, isn't the solution right in front of you?"

"What do you mean?" Sieg asked incredulously. "Do you mean you want us androids to continue pleading for the protection of the Yggdrasil, even if it means sacrificing our own kind and being treated as meaningless expendable resources?"

In her opinion, this teacher was the least likely person to allow artificial humans to do this!

Faced with Qi Ge's questioning, Shuo Yue neither confirmed nor denied it; he simply drank his tea quietly, without saying a word.

Having achieved his goal of placing Zieg on the Black side, he no longer needed to play the role of a wise mentor. Rather, he hoped that Zieg would have a meltdown and cause a ruckus, making things difficult for the Black side and ideally creating a split to further weaken the Black side, allowing the Blue side to reap the benefits.

Given this premise, why would Shuoyue help Zig?

But he overlooked the fact that in this room, there was another person who, while not calling herself a saint, held herself to saintly standards—

"If you can, please help her, Shuoyue."

Joan of Arc grasped the new moon's shoulders and gently shook it, as if she were being affectionate.

During her first visit to the fortress of Mirania, she felt deeply sympathetic to the plight of the homunculus. Now, Sieg has told her all about their predicament, which has only strengthened Joan of Arc's resolve.

You can say that Joan of Arc is no good in this or that way, but her moral standards, like the part of her chest, always occupy an absolute high ground.

If Joan of Arc hadn't been only good at fighting and gouging people's eyes (victim: Marshal), and knew nothing about such things, she would have rolled up her sleeves long ago and actively devoted herself to the rescue of the androids.

Seeing that Shuoyue did not answer, Joan of Arc pouted, and an impulse welled up in her heart, causing her to bite down on the young man's cheek.

When she stood up, the girl's pretty face turned bright red, and she tried her best to look fierce:

"Okay, I've paid the deposit, hurry up and help me!"

Help you, not an android...?

Shuoyue gently stroked his cheek, the fiery heat spreading through his fingers. Under Joan of Arc's shy and timid gaze, his pupils turned platinum for a moment, only to be replaced by an overwhelming iridescent blue.

"it is good."

Chapter 497 Let's use the beauty trap on Amakusa!

With all matters settled, although four Servants were lost, two new Servants joined, one of whom was the famous King Arthur. In a sense, the biggest hurdle has now been overcome.

The heroic spirits are unruly, free-spirited, and noble, and they are also completely fearless. When they revealed their true names, it was only natural that they would be killed.

However, many hardships await him in the future. Who is the real culprit who killed the Master? Did the murderer, after fully understanding the Red Side and Amakusa Shirou's wishes, choose to stop him in this way?

Amakusa sat on the throne that originally belonged to Semiramis, gazing at the distant sky, his heart filled with sorrow that prevented him from finding peace.

"So, Master, how does this throne feel to sit on?"

It's unclear when, but Semiramis suddenly materialized. Amakusa said "Excuse me" and prepared to leave the throne, but the Empress gently pressed his shoulder, moved behind him, and whispered in the boy's ear with her luscious red lips:

"It's alright, just continue sitting. How does it feel to sit on the throne? You can imagine all the heroes bowing down to you. That must be an unparalleled pleasure, right? Don't you feel a sense of royal pride? Don't you want to revel in that feeling of dominating everything?"

Amakusa shook her head silently, then grasped the hand on her shoulder and stood up slowly but firmly.

"I'm sorry, it seems that I'm not very good at dominating others. You should take this seat."

Hearing him say that, the Empress showed a slight displeasure, but still sat on the throne.

"This is so boring. Since you are my Master, I allow you to say things like 'This world belongs to me'."

“If I were that kind of Master, I would probably be dead by now. You would probably kill me while saying things like ‘This world doesn’t need two kings.’”

Seeing that Amakusa had casually pointed out this fact, the Empress clicked her tongue without any remorse and said:

"Hmph, did you notice?"

As Amakusa said, his purpose was simply to provide relief; what followed was not on his agenda. Whether Semiramis became Empress and ruled the world, or did something else, it was none of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's business after he had fulfilled his wish.

"I mean, you could be king after that, wouldn't you?"

"Well, let's decide when the time comes."

Amakusa smiled, said he was going to see the Greater Grail, and turned to leave. Gazing at his retreating figure, the Empress's beauty was veiled by a look of melancholy.

"There's really no way to deal with people who have no desires. They are indeed difficult to handle. Not only are they uninterested in money and indifferent to power, but even women cannot move them."

To the Assyrian empress, men were merely toys, and countless people lost everything because of her instigation.

At the same time, for her, womanhood was limited to her own existence. Of course, females existing for the purpose of pregnancy are necessary, but the privilege of existing as a woman and being able to manipulate men at will is hers alone.

—From the very beginning, that was the kind of life she was destined to live.

Looking back, it was when she was just born. Although her memory was very blurry, she still clearly remembered the back of the woman who had abandoned her and hurriedly fled to the river.

Her mother, Delikit, a fish goddess, committed adultery with an Assyrian man and became pregnant with a daughter. That child was Semiramis.

"You are my shame," she said; the child she bore with a human was her shame, the goddess made this clear.

"What a foolish woman," Semiramis later thought. "It was you who couldn't resist the temptation of men."

Her mother abandoned her, and her father was killed for it. But she survived thanks to the care of the pigeons, who wrapped themselves in their feathers and fed her milk from their mouths.

Semiramis grew up in this way, and then ten years later, she was discovered by a shepherd.

And so, the future empress entered the human world; however, her inner self was already complete.

She hated women—she showed no mercy, even to a god, to lazy and cowardly women who were manipulated by men.

She mocked men—who always bullied women and were actually only driven by lust; they were the ones who should be played with.

That is her philosophy, her understanding of the world. So, how should she understand her current Master—Amakusa Shirou Tokisada?

"Neither woman nor man... what an ambiguous existence, really."