Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The android's reply was also quite interesting: "With your abilities, you probably couldn't do that anyway."

Left with no other option, Gold resorted to a form of mental victory, giving the homunculus leader the ordinary name "Duer" while secretly thinking that he could make fun of them as much as he wanted when they were about to die.

However, what he didn't know was that countless years later in a certain timeline, the leader of the homunculi who had passed down this name for four generations was still faithfully serving his son, Goldrov Mujik, until he went to Chaldea alone to begin a new journey to save the world.

— Fate is often so wondrous.

A faint feeling welled up inside her. Shuoyue, who had been silent all along, turned and walked out of the meeting room. When Qige finally managed to get rid of Afu's entanglement and wanted to express his gratitude to the teacher, he found that Shuoyue had already disappeared.

Hanging in the sky is a full moon, which has been watching over the world for millions of years.

Silver light bathed the ancient fortress, and dark shadows walked through the hazy corridors to the city garden.

The moment he looked up, thousands of glowing petals fell into his eyes, causing Shuoyue to hold his breath.

"Millennium City...no, Milenia Fortress."

As I've said before, in the world where the Dead Apostles exist, this is the ancient city where Arcueid, the White Princess, slumbers for a thousand years. If the traces left by humans during the day dilute the mysterious aura, then when the True Ancestors awaken at night, the traces belonging to that world will be magnified a thousandfold.

Under the hazy moonlight, the snow-white flowers were tinged with a deep blue, the color of the stars, and a shape remarkably similar to the Inner Sea.

A breeze came, lifting the pale blue petals. The night air was crisp, making even memories seem unreal.

It's like a mirror reflecting the dream of stars.

With a silent sigh, Shuoyue sat down in the center of the garden, skillfully projecting the utensils once again to brew tea.

Although he was preoccupied with Zig's affairs during the day, he still had one night to enjoy the scenery and sort out his inner turmoil.

"Hoo..." Shuoyue took a sip of tea, her brows furrowed in tranquility.

The world is so beautiful, young people shouldn't think about fighting and killing all the time, they should learn to cultivate their character...

"Ah, you're here."

As shadows fell and the new moon rose, Achilles' dashing smile and Atalanta's pretty face, looking around curiously, came into view.

"Since you have some rare free time, would you like to have a friendly spar with me?"

Avoid fighting and killing; cultivate your character and temperament...

"After all, we've never had a chance to spar with each other. How about this: I won't use my immortal body, and you're not allowed to use those two divine swords either."

Fighting and killing, cultivating one's character...

"Oh right, my older sister is coming too." Achilles played his trump card.

Cultivating one's character... my foot!

"Then it would be impolite of me to refuse." Shuoyue suddenly stood up, the tea set disappeared, and in its place was the fist gun in his hand.

Pretending to drink tea is something only the true self would do; as such, only battle and killing can bring him pleasure!

Thinking this, Shuoyue's lips curled into a fierce smile, and opposite him, Achilles wore the same expression.

Neither of them were the type to appreciate flowers and the moon; rather than sighing like scholars, they preferred to enjoy the scenery in a different way.

"Come on, don't hold back!"

"Exactly what I want!"

"Hey, you two, don't ignore me!"

While the Greek duo challenged the new moon to a duel, Lion's Robbery and Fiore reached a preliminary agreement on cooperation, and then dragged Mordred back to their original base.

In the pitch-black tomb, Mordred hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should sigh or express her feelings in another way. In the end, she decided that this was more in line with her style, so she slammed her fist hard on the ground.

"Why did you come back to this godforsaken place?!"

Mordred had assumed that his Master would choose to stay in the fortress, but Lion's Claw resolutely refused the suggestion and insisted on returning to the catacombs.

Xiao Mo expressed utter, super, and in every sense of the word—complete incomprehension of this behavior!

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"But a lot of the photos aren't very good."

I'm actually slimmer, and my figure isn't that cute.

Hmm? You're asking what kind of maid you mean?

Well, although you might not understand my analogy, you have Florence Nightingale here, right?

That's probably how she felt.

Chapter 502 The Reason for Standing Before My Father

Xiao Mo's complaints were understandable—although there wouldn't be any major problems once she became a spirit, she still longed to have a good night's sleep on a soft bed, or rather, to take a bath in a real bathtub that was completely different from the shower room that only sprayed lukewarm water.

Even if doing so doesn't actually make much sense, it's still a very natural desire.

As Lion Robber crawled into his sleeping bag, he replied to Mo Zai, who was vehemently protesting:

"I'm telling you, that's enemy territory. Who would be stupid enough to sleep in a place like that?"

"That's what I said."

“I really can’t do anything with you, you have to understand. We do need to cooperate with them. But if we do that, we’ll really be driven into a corner. Joint action and cooperation are not the same thing.”

"Does that mean they can't be trusted?"

"No, no, it's actually the other side that doesn't trust us. If we let them see that we trust them, they will become distrustful of us instead."

Through the sleeping bag, Lion's muffled voice rang out.

"Right, let me give you an analogy to make it easier to understand. Imagine there's a tiger with a collar here. And the keeper assures you, 'It's very well-behaved, a good boy.' Then, you have to spend one night with it. You have a pistol. While you first have to go hunting with the tiger, the worst part is that at the very end, you have to have a life-or-death duel with it—"

"Are you saying we are tigers?"

"That's exactly how it is. The more we trust someone, the less they trust us. People who work for money can be trusted as long as they can afford it. But if someone offers help for free, the other person will worry, 'Maybe I'll be bitten in the back someday.'"

Humans are inherently like this, so it goes without saying that those who are opposed to each other are even more so. And right now, Lion's Burrow isn't in a position to demand monetary compensation from Yggdrasil.

"Besides, there's an even more important purpose. Since we need to discuss how to get ahead of them, it's not appropriate for us to stay there."

Seeing Lion's sly smile, Mordred smiled as well.

"You should have said that from the beginning. So, what exactly do you mean by that?"

Before they left, Chiron had already announced his intention to travel by plane to the Hanging Gardens. Preparations for the plane had begun, and it would arrive in two days at the latest.

In other words, there are only two days left until the final battle.

"First, we need to split up with them. They should be willing to accept that traveling with them on the same plane is too dangerous. Then, while the others are engaged the Red Team—"

"Obtain the Holy Grail."

The two of them laughed in unison.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that even at this point, Master still hasn't given up!"

Do you think this is shameful?

“There’s nothing shameful about it, but—I still don’t quite understand. You once said that your wish for the Holy Grail was for the prosperity of your family’s descendants, right?”

"Yes, I did say that."

"That's a lie, isn't it? I don't think you'd be that obsessed with that kind of wish."

Mordred's laughter suddenly stopped, and she was staring intently at Lion's face with an extremely serious expression, as if she were telling him something.

So tell me, Master, what is your true wish?

Lion Robber slightly averted his gaze, letting out a sigh as if in surrender. Then, he took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Not long ago, Lionclaw mentioned his wish to Mordred—to restore his family, which had fallen because of demons, to prosperity.

It now seems that the previous clumsy attempt to deceive people didn't last long.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. I wasn't actually lying. But even so, I didn't tell you everything. Hmm, just like you."

"I?"

"Yes, isn't your wish to 'pull out the chosen sword'? But in my opinion, your true thoughts are more than that, aren't they?"

Faced with Lion's betrayal, Mordred's expression froze. She muttered, "That's not how it is," while burying half her face in her sleeping bag, clearly intending to end their nightly conversation to conceal the secret.

Lion Robber looked at the unusually reserved Mo Zai, smiled slightly, and lit a cigarette.

"Well, once I go to the Sky Garden, I'll never have this chance again, so I'll tell you my wish now."

And so, Shi Zi Jie Li began to tell his story.

The Shishi-kai family are a family of magicians who migrated from Europe to Japan several generations ago. Of course, the name Shishi-kai was only adopted after they arrived in Japan.

At that time, their magical insignia were almost gone, and for a magician, leaving the land where the magical base was located was a rather fatal act—just like the Osare clan that was wiped out.

Thus, in their irreversible decline, the Lion's Den family decided to sell their souls.

“I’m telling you, fairy tales often have those so-called contracts with demons. Our ancestors did just that.” [Note: This refers to the contract between the demon Mephistopheles and the demon in Faust.]

As for what exactly they contracted with in Japan, only the head of the family at the time knew. The only certainty was that the contract had a binding force similar to a self-mandated certificate, and that their wishes were fulfilled normally.

In conclusion, the Shishikage family achieved a resurgence through this method. The Magic Crest was revived, even displaying miraculous power surpassing its former glory, and the Shishikage family regained its prestige as a prominent magician family in the Far East.

—Then, naturally, such a miracle must come at a price.

"The price to pay is me."

In the end, that contract was probably a curse, an equivalent exchange of sacrificing the future to make up for the present.

As it turned out, the curse did indeed activate after several generations, and the one who ultimately became the victim was Shishikai Kairi. This curse was an extremely nasty thing for a magician.

The Lion Clan is absolutely forbidden from having offspring. Therefore, despite possessing a valuable magical seal, the Lion Clan is destined to die out in this generation.

"What's the big deal? We can just find an adopted son or something, right?"

Upon hearing Mordred's question, Lion's Claw removed the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out on the ground. Throughout this process, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, my family members used to have the same optimistic attitude. But when they transplanted my mark into my adopted daughter, she died, and there was no way to do it after that."