Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Those things are not important!"

Huff—like some impatient ferocious beast, Shuoyue let out a heavy panting sound, quickly pulled the woman into her room, and slammed the door shut.

This scene, filled with misunderstanding, was witnessed by the other androids and then reported up the chain of command until it reached the leader.

The leader, named 'Duer', did not hesitate to approach Sieg, who was discussing matters with Joan of Arc and others, and calmly reported everything in front of many people, including Fiorecoles.

As we all know, trying to explain things to an artificial human whose emotional functions are not fully developed will only make things worse.

And so... the black side, which had just calmed down, fell into agitation once again.

Although this chapter could be over 3,000 words long... allow me to be lazy for a bit and build up some drafts (laughing and crying).

Chapter 504 Shocking! Joan of Arc May Be in Love?!

boom!

The door, which had just been violently slammed shut, screamed again. The boots that had kicked the wooden door were retracted, but the master did not rush in. Instead, he pushed and shoved at the door. In the end, it was Sieg, the guardian and hero of the androids, who mustered his courage and rushed in, pouring out all the words he had prepared.

"Teacher, this won't do! If you want to do that kind of thing, just come at me!"

These words immediately ignited a powder keg.

"What are you saying, Sieg!" The blonde saintess jumped out in fright, covering her face and peeking out through her fingers. "That kind of thing, that kind of thing is absolutely forbidden! No matter who it is, it's not allowed!"

"Um, I don't think Mr. Shuoyue should be like this, so let me see..."

"No, sister, as your younger brother, it's my duty to take the risks for you first!"

Corres tried to stop Fiore from pushing the wheelchair, but in their excitement, the two got into a mess, and Corres fell on top of his sister. He was then shoved into the wheelchair and crashed into Joan of Arc from behind.

"Ah, what!"

"No, be careful!"

Just by listening to the sounds, one could sense the chaos. Like a Newton's pentagon, Fiore and her brother stopped, but Joan of Arc cried out in surprise and involuntarily rushed forward—falling into the crook of Shuoyue's legs!

At this moment, Shuoyue was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the way Joan of Arc fell down looked exactly like the indescribable scenes in some short videos.

The masculine scent was overwhelming, and the inexperienced Joan of Arc's mind went blank for a moment. She stared blankly up at the moon, only to see its fleeting gaze and the bobbing of its Adam's apple.

"Can I get up now?"

"Ah, ah! I'm so sorry!"

Amidst the chaos, the first woman, whom Shuoyue had dragged into the room, sat unharmed and neatly dressed in a chair by the window. With her usual calm demeanor, she greeted the uninvited guests who had barged in.

"Good evening, Lady Fiore, Lady Corles, Lady Sieg and Lady Jeanne."

It was as if they were reporting the number of small bread rolls they wanted to eat, or as if they were reading the Book of Life and Death drawn by the Grim Reaper. Everyone's hair stood on end, because a pair of rainbow-blue eyes, overflowing with murderous intent, had already lit up eerily.

Like Mordred and the Lion's Claw, Joan of Arc returned directly to the church after concluding her discussions with the Black Faction.

Firstly, as the arbitrator, she shouldn't be casually staying in the black camp; secondly, she's just too shy...

Who would have thought that Shuoyue had simply grabbed a android at random and hadn't done anything to her?

I was just using this as a reference point to test my own physical and mental state.

Recalling the explanation Shuoyue gave them after scolding them, and the unexpected way she had thrown herself into Shuoyue's arms at that time, Jeanne couldn't help but swing her arms vigorously, not even noticing that she had almost wiped off a layer of the windowpane.

Shameful...so shameful! This is a complete disgrace to the title of saint!

How could you panic because of a one-sided report! And Zieg, really, how could he say something like that!

If it really has to be done, I'll do it...

No, no, what am I thinking!

Startled by her own thought, Joan of Arc felt dizzy and swayed, falling off the small stool.

thump!

"Are you alright, Miss Joan of Arc?"

Sister Alma, who was in charge of the church, rushed over and saw the blonde saint lying on the ground, covering her bottom with a pitiful expression, clearly having successfully landed softly.

"Ouch, it hurts so much..."

"Sigh, you really are..."

A moment later, Joan of Arc, with tears welling up in her eyes, helped Alma make the stew. Just as she was stirring the pot, which was beginning to release an enticing aroma, Alma, who was toasting bread nearby, suddenly spoke up:

"Joan of Arc, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes, what is it?"

Do you believe in the Lord?

Hearing such an abrupt question, Joan of Arc turned around in a daze. Alma, on the other hand, waited for the girl's answer with a slightly puzzled smile.

Of course, I believe it.

"Believers will be saved. This is a saying that is often ridiculed in the world. Does this mean that those who do not believe cannot be saved by the Lord, or that the Lord never even intended to save them?"

"This, in fact, is based on the wrong premise... To want salvation before the age of suffering has even arrived is far too arrogant."

To rejoice with those who rejoice and to weep with those who weep—that is the premise of being a believer.

"Really? Then is it also related to the fact that you haven't been saved?"

The kitchen suddenly fell silent.

After hearing what Alma said, Joan of Arc silently shook her head as she stared at the stew in the long pot.

"No, this has nothing to do with me. Moreover, being burned at the stake was not the result of not receiving God's salvation. That... was my own choice of fate."

The stew is finally done.

...Alma appears to be a watchdog tasked with monitoring the Church of Yggdmirene. She is responsible for reporting any unusual activity immediately, and otherwise fulfilling her duties as a nun within the Church. While this is no easy task, nothing noteworthy has occurred during her twenty years in office.

The dramatic change in Yggdrasil's behavior began several months ago. Relatives gathered from all over the world, the overnight ceremonies, the large quantities of resources moved into the city, and the obvious signs of the use of powerful magic.

At this critical juncture, a traveler who claimed to be 'Joan of Arc' and resembled a saintly maiden knocked on the church door.

When did you start knowing about me?

"At first I thought you were a magician from Yggdrasil, because there are really very few tourists in this city. But after that, I was immediately surprised when I received the contact."

"Hmm, if you think I'm a magician, why did you let me stay here?"

"Oh dear, because this has nothing to do with that. We've always had our doors open to anyone who comes to our church seeking help."

Seeing Alma's elegant smile, Joan of Arc couldn't help but smile along.

After revealing their identities, the two communicated quite smoothly—Jeanne learned that the Church knew nothing except that the supervisor they had sent had gone berserk, and that they had no intention of getting involved in the Holy Grail War, choosing instead to continue observing; while Alma received a promise from Jeanne that she would handle the matter perfectly.

At the end of dinner, or rather, supper, Joan of Arc couldn't help but say:

"Um, may I ask one last question?"

"Hmm, what is it?"

"Why did you have to reveal your identity to me? Although it won't cause any trouble, it's really unnecessary."

"Oh dear, you've forgotten something very important, Joan of Arc."

Seeing the puzzled girl, Alma gave a mischievous smile:

“Joan of Arc, you are a great saint who brought light to this world. Isn’t it natural to want to speak to someone like that?”

"Hmm, ah, uh... Come to think of it, that's part of the reason. But... that 'great saintess' who brought light to the world, I think that's a bit of an exaggeration..."

Joan of Arc lowered her head shyly. Indeed, her true name was quite well-known in the world; otherwise, she wouldn't have been summoned here as a Servant.

But when I hear others express their admiration for me to my face, I always feel a little itchy inside, but this feeling quickly fades away.

"But that guy doesn't seem to be enthusiastic towards me at all..."

"what?"

"Ah! It's nothing, really! I meant the food was delicious today, although I'd rather have his... oh no, it's nothing, I misspoke, sorry!"

Looking at the saintess waving her hands in a panic, Alma narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

After dinner and prayer, Alma opened a hidden compartment in her desk, took out the church journal, and began to record the day's events.

"The ownership of the Black faction's Servants has been transferred, the Homunculus has formed an alliance with Yggdrasil, and there are no new developments from the Hanging Gardens..."

The pen tip paused slightly, the ink spread out, but it quickly traced a smooth path again.

"Joan of Arc is suspected of falling in love..."

Alma paused, then, as if suddenly inspired, tore the page off and muttered to herself:

"No, what's wrong with this?"

The candlelight cast a shadow on the wall, and with a tearing sound, the shadow bent over the desk and resumed recording.

"Nothing happened today..."

Chapter 505 The Night That Never Stops

Back in her room, Joan of Arc composed herself and went to sleep fully clothed.

Although Servants do not need rest, the way she descends is special. Leticia, as the vessel, needs sufficient sleep, otherwise the predicament at the beginning will be repeated.

So go to sleep; all rest is for the sake of moving forward better.

Bearing the responsibilities of a saint and the slight anxieties of a young girl, Joan of Arc quickly fell asleep.

—I had a glorious dream.

It was a celebration that seemed to radiate glory and all blessings. Crown Prince Charles returned triumphantly to Reims and was crowned King of France.

This was the dream and hope of all French people. After successfully relieving the siege of Orléans, Joan of Arc continued fighting the British army. Surrounded by the enthusiastic support of her soldiers, the young woman waved her battle flag at the front lines. Although she never drew her holy sword from its scabbard, her steps never faltered—

...Dreams flash by like a revolving lantern, and after the glory comes desolation and loss.

Inquisition. Days of being mocked, tortured, and retaliated against by everyone.

Although it was a heartbreaking experience, the torture ultimately changed nothing. The motherland was liberated, and Joan of Arc's long-cherished dream had become a reality.

"You have been fighting all along."