Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

It wasn't because of a rejection reaction. She was a girl from a collateral branch who had inherited a small portion of the Shishikatsu family's bloodline, and she had shown a high adaptation rate in the pre-transplant investigation.

The autopsy revealed the cause to be Kairi Shishikage's magic crest. A deadly poison had seeped from it. It was said that this magic crest was perfectly suited to Kairi Shishikage's body, but if transplanted into someone else's body, it would immediately turn into a toxin.

Upon learning this fact, Shishikage Kairi immediately dissuaded his father, Touki, who still planned to continue the transplant experiments, and decided to give up. In other words, the Shishikage family line only continued until Shishikage Kairi's generation, after which he left his home and degenerated into a bounty hunter who used magic.

This is how the mercenary Lion's Robbery was born.

However—Kairi the Lion King encountered the Holy Grail War.

Given a miracle from the Holy Grail, it should be possible to remove the toxins from the Magic Crest, and at the same time, one should be able to give birth to a child who inherits one's bloodline.

Therefore, the Lion King desires to obtain the Holy Grail.

"Is it."

After listening to Shi Zi Jie Li's account, Xiao Mo only let out a low, ambiguous murmur.

"What? I've already told you all about this shameful past of our clan, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Nothing much. So, you want the Holy Grail, but in the end, it's all for the prosperity of your descendants, right?"

"Even if you're hoping to hear unimaginably bizarre stories or tear-jerkingly touching experiences, I can't fulfill your wish."

"Well……"

Perhaps it was because the ceiling was too low, Mordred always felt a bit depressed and uncomfortable when he looked up at the sky, as if the world was gradually crushing him.

Perhaps to escape this feeling of distress, her mind was blankly recalling what had just happened.

What to make a pact with, the glory of generations and the inevitable decline, and then—

"Master, may I ask you one last question?"

"As long as it's within my ability to answer."

Do you still remember your deceased adopted daughter?

After a long silence, Shi Zi Jie Jie muttered to himself:

"In life, there are always some things that you can never forget."

A deep, calm voice echoed in the narrow cave. Within those words lay an emotional depth absent when the desire for the Holy Grail was expressed earlier.

—The desire to obtain the Holy Grail is not for the prosperity of his family and descendants.

—His desire for the Holy Grail was not because he wanted to etch the name of Ragnaros into history.

—It's simply to transform something that absolutely cannot be forgotten, something that absolutely cannot be sacrificed in vain, into something meaningful.

That was the sound of a vow. It was a vow that must be upheld even at the cost of one's dignity and life.

"Is that so?"

"Are you satisfied?"

"Hmm, very satisfied. Master—get the Holy Grail."

In the darkness, Mordred and Lionclaw lightly bumped fists, then turned to look at the ceiling again, their wild, lion-like eyes gleaming.

That's good, Master.

As long as I have your wish, I will stand firmly before my father and wield my sword for you.

Chapter 503 Little Sun Carries the Whole Game

A silent night, even the stars seem quiet.

A vibrant green meteor streaked across the sky, painting the fluorescent blue earth with its brilliance, chasing after the figure lurking in the darkness. The youth, sheltered by the night, didn't pull the trigger; his gun merely clashed with the soldier's, sparks flying as a clear, resonant sound rose into the sky and vanished.

It summoned the starlight that fell from the sky!

In a corner of the garden, the huntress hid behind vines, blending into the natural surroundings. Her tail trembled slightly, and her green dress outlined her elegant figure. Her beastly eyes were sharp yet endearing.

In the field of vision presented by the all-seeing eye, two beams of light shot into the sky, dodging the barrage of arrows one after the other. They spread out, one twirling his spear, the other discarding and then gripping both spears. After the arrows of complaint were finished, they transformed once again into streams of emerald green and dark light, intersecting and colliding!

"Don't ignore me!" the girl complained in a low voice, her fighting spirit growing stronger. She raised the Heavenly Bow in her hand, and the action of drawing the bowstring was like drawing starlight.

"Polaris, go!"

Those were arrows that transformed into stars, trailing silver light, leaving yet another magnificent mark on the scroll.

The target—is a shooting star that is equally brilliant yet fleeting!

Ding!

Achilles responded, and how could he not be wary of Atalanta's arrows? Just as he pierced the arrow, two demonic spears, one crimson and one bright yellow, suddenly appeared and tore at him from both sides.

"OK!"

The response to Shuoyue was a hearty laugh. Achilles took a deep breath and channeled his power into his arms and ribs, ignoring the sea god's curse. At the perfect moment, he forcefully clamped Shuoyue's twin spears between his legs!

So bold, so precise!

At the same time—how unwise!

Shuoyue was so shocked that he laughed. He simply let go, clasped his arms together, and rushed forward with a fierce wind. He struck the butt of Huang Qiangwei's spear like a bell, and then stomped his foot on the ground. With a thunderous roar like a giant trampling, he struck out with his palm with the force of ten thousand pounds!

Stomping foot, Bajiquan!

The tremor from the gun made half of Achilles' body go numb, forcing him to swallow the bitter pill of underestimating his opponent, while Shuoyue's thunderous punch was already slamming into his chest.

clang--!

That was the sound of crashing against a wall of bronze and iron. Achilles coughed up blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground. Shuoyue stood in place, her palms torn and bleeding. A blood-stained war spear fell to the ground and dissipated into spiritual particles.

Atalanta, far away, could see clearly: at the critical moment, Achilles used his foot to lift his spear and block the new moon's fatal blow. Although he was still knocked away, the intense fighting spirit contained in the spear also caused a backlash against the new moon.

The swift and decisive exchange of attacks was astonishing, but Atalanta's hands did not slow down. New arrows were already loaded, and this time, they were aimed at the new moon, which was briefly stunned by the reaction force.

Achilles promised to suppress the immortals, and compared to a pure warrior like him, the elusive and resourceful Shuoyue was indeed more dangerous!

The arrow traced a smooth trajectory, piercing through the afterimage left by the youth. A deadly warning instantly caught Ta Miao's attention. Just as she tried to quickly move to a different position, a gleaming fist was already pressed against her vulnerable throat.

"I've got the general, my dear hunter." Shuoyue whispered in Atalanta's ear, her deep voice seemingly reaching straight to her heart.

She failed... Upon realizing this, Atalanta was not too discouraged; instead, she felt a strange, inexplicable joy.

"Hmm, as expected of you."

"Ah, what a satisfying battle... If I didn't use my immortality, I wouldn't be a match for Shuoyue." As Shuoyue released Tamaniao, Achilles strolled over, his injuries completely healed. "Your current strength is only a step below that of a top-tier Servant."

"You flatter me. I'm not at my peak right now." Shuoyue nodded reservedly, not denying Achilles' assessment.

Although Sakumoku, who appears as a class Servant, has lost Dragon Heart, her Mystic Eyes of Death Perception have been specialized, making her even more lethal. With her third spell for sustain, she is indeed a first-class Servant, and even has the potential to fight against top-tier Servants.

"As for me, I've already become a top-tier Servant." The young man laughed from the platinum-gold light in the Sea of ​​Souls. "Moreover, His Majesty is also in the Imaginary Shadow. I never thought that I would reach this point without even realizing it."

Being able to genuinely feel one's own progress is something to be happy about for anyone.

Perhaps influenced by the emotions of the main body, in front of Achilles and Atalanta, Shuoyue's expression relaxed slightly, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up into a smile.

"I'm really happy to be with you all."

"Huh?" Achilles gaped.

"Meow?" Atalanta's eyes widened.

It's not that I disagree with Shuoyue's statement, but such 'nauseating' words should never have come from this assassin!

Shuoyue clearly realized this as well. His expression froze, and he left hastily without even making an excuse, leaving the Greek duo looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Is Shuoyue... sick?"

"How could that be? No, maybe it really is."

Not far away, the cool moonlight fell on his fair skin. The gaunt spearman leaned against a big tree, and the crimson eyeshadow at the corner of his eyes made him look lifelike, like a warrior who had stepped out of an epic painting.

Karna, the Red One.

He arrived here while the three were fighting and naturally noticed Shuoyue's unusual behavior.

He wasn't puzzled by Shuoyue's mystery, but he was very concerned about Shuoyue's reaction.

"She expressed shock at such a normal statement, which in turn meant she was unhappy, but Shuoyue did not show any resistance, which means that Shuoyue does not dislike the feelings between us."

Karna sorted out his thoughts, and in a way, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that 'the insights of the poor' were Karna's revelation.

"In other words, it means being close subjectively, but objectively being opposed...?"

Like a detached bystander, having already known the inevitable ending, the young man decided not to invest any more emotion.

So--

The hero who had given alms looked up and quietly watched the departing figure of the new moon.

What exactly is it that makes Shuoyue constantly remind herself to keep her distance from the Servants?

As he thought about it, the painful deaths of the Masters naturally came to mind. At the same time, the girl's indistinct, silvery laughter rang in Karna's heart, allowing him to grasp the mysterious and absurd conjecture.

It seems I'll have to revisit the Empress's Hanging Gardens.

No, something's wrong.

Some things went in the wrong direction from the very beginning.

This isn't me... no, this is me.

It shouldn't be me now!

Her leisurely mood had long been forgotten. Shuoyue walked down the corridor with a cold expression, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Will this state affect subsequent actions?

What went wrong that made me so weak?

No, this is not weakness; such feelings are beautiful, and the Third Law also speaks to this point.

But it shouldn't have happened at this time!

"Lord Sakatsuki."

Looking up, a android dressed as a maid bowed respectfully to the mentor who had taught the android heroes. Shuoyue stepped forward and unceremoniously grabbed her arm.

"You, come with me."

"But I still have work to do..."