Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Hearing the voice of God, she threw herself into battle, knowing full well that she would be betrayed. But even so, she was determined to fight to the very end.

Why? Why is it so? She asked herself this question more than once.

"Is it for atonement?"

Is killing enemy soldiers an act of atonement?

"Is it because you want to save as many people as possible?"

Is it that they'd rather break their flag than not try to save people?

"Or……"

Or is it because they believe that doing so is the right thing to do?

[God betrayed her.]

Those who know Joan of Arc say that a marshal went mad because of this despair, and his frenzied state was even etched into human history. He cried out, proclaiming that God had deceived the innocent maiden, that she had been abandoned by God—

What are your thoughts on him?

It's so sad. It's so tragic that he abandoned the Lord; it's truly tragic that he couldn't understand the fact that the Lord is without fault.

Despite knowing she would be burned at the stake, Joan of Arc still participated in the Battle of Compiègne.

"Why do we continue to fight even knowing the outcome?"

It was because they knew that Joan of Arc's death was not meaningless. Even without reward, it could win the future; Joan of Arc's death allowed her homeland to regain its strength, and the continuous bloodshed finally stopped.

That may be something that ends as soon as it begins in history; that may be something that saves only a very few lives in the long run; that may be an ineffective and meaningless act.

"But you don't think so?"

Yes, I didn't feel that way at all, so even when I was tied to the cross, I didn't hate anyone.

Because I have come to realize that this is my end, my final sacrifice.

"You are a strong person."

Thank you. Without your help, I wouldn't be here. I feel truly fortunate to have met you.

Deep within the dream, Joan of Arc looked at the girl who resembled her and smiled with gratitude, unaware of the sorrow that appeared on Leticia's face.

"The final question is, is maintaining the status quo with him the right thing to do?"

Upon hearing these words, Joan of Arc's previously calm heart felt as if it had suddenly been struck by a sharp thorn, a sharp pain shooting through it. This was the only thing she had hesitated about, something she had kept hidden from everyone.

A mysterious young man who calls himself "New Moon" comes representing the will of the Clock Tower. He has no feelings for anyone, yet he makes the girl's heart flutter.

She knew she was just being delusional, and she knew the young man wouldn't waver for anyone, but what troubled her most was that someone kept telling her—his existence was crucial. This was a revelation from heaven that she had never missed so far.

But the deeper meaning is something Joan of Arc had to discover for herself.

Is he the key to unlocking the mystery? A necessary aid on the path forward? A savior who can turn everything around? Or... the real crisis that could turn heaven into hell?

As the judge, Joan of Arc had to see the true nature of this young man. But all along the way, despite having many opportunities, she simply smiled and watched the young man come and go before her, never trying to stop him.

Is she worried? Worried that things will get out of control, worried that her premonition will come true, that her banner will ultimately be unable to protect the ones she loves…

"I don't know, that's the only thing I really don't know."

Joan of Arc was truly unable to answer this question.

The girl's tender longing was being trampled upon by a servant. This longing was placed in a box, locked, put in a bag, bound tightly with rope, and then abandoned in a corner of the warehouse.

In order to prevent anyone from seeing it, and in order to prevent anyone from investigating.

"Alright, it's late, Leticia should go to sleep too... Huh?"

As Joan of Arc's voice of doubt rose, the dream trembled and collapsed, while in reality, the girl opened her jewel-like eyes and scrambled out of bed.

"What happened?" Leticia asked, puzzled. Jeanne, wearing only a thin undergarment and ignoring the night chill, rummaged through drawers and found a spirit energy plate, replying as she did so:

"In order to investigate the unknown Servant who can hide his identity, I asked Alma to set up a spell on the Spirit Disc. As long as there is any unusual movement from Servants in the Romania area, I will be able to sense it."

The aura disc itself cannot reflect the location of a Servant; it can only present information. However, under the manipulation of Jeanne d'Arc and Alma, its display range was limited to the Romanian region.

In other words, whenever a Servant invades Romania, the Reiki Disk will display information, and if the Servant leaves Romania, the information about him on the Reiki Disk will disappear.

Incidentally, the aura gauge does not reflect the Servant's class.

"Doesn't this just become something like a GPS locator...?"

"Yes, the Spirit Disc is showing signs of change, which means there's a shift in the number of Servants in Romania."

As Jeanne operated the device, the spirit disc was activated, but the scene that appeared left Jeanne stunned and completely baffled.

"Two servant information registrations, one servant information logout... How can there be so many? Has something happened that I don't know about?"

The aura disc emitted a faint glow, and within it, two Servants whose true names were unknown and seemed to be concealed by some kind of artifact appeared, while the Servant whose true name was Karna disappeared.

Something was clearly happening—with that thought in mind, Joan of Arc donned her armor in an instant and hurried toward the fortress of Myrenia, where she encountered an unexpected figure on the way.

"Red, Miss Atalanta...?!"

"You are... Joan of Arc?"

The cat, hiding in the treetop, was momentarily agitated, but relaxed its guard after seeing Jeanne d'Arc. It looked into the distance and quickly waved for her to come up.

"What happened tonight?"

"Shh, don't talk, look over there."

Joan of Arc's pupils contracted as she followed the direction Atalanta pointed.

"That is……!"

It was an assassin clad in black robes, revealing a handsome face; he was unrelated to Karna and the other two mysterious Servants.

And the direction he was heading was—

“Sigishwara…”

Atalanta uttered a thoughtful sound. She exchanged a glance with the saint beside her, while Jeanne d'Arc decisively put aside the question of the Servant's unusual activity on the spirit disc and secretly followed along with Atalanta.

Joan of Arc had a premonition that tonight, many things hidden in this Holy Grail War would reveal only the tip of the iceberg to her.

The next moment, a diamond-shaped space appeared in front of Shuoyue. Before Jeanne and Ta Miao could react, he stepped into it and disappeared. The two girls stood there, looking at each other in disbelief.

What if the person stalking me knows magic? I need help urgently, I'm waiting online.

Chapter 506 Human abilities have limits!

Distracted and confused, Shuoyue was unaware that someone was following him, but that didn't stop him from using magic to travel at an extremely fast speed, crossing space and arriving in Sigishwara.

There was another reason for such laxity in vigilance—that was, someone in Shuoyue's mind was making a merciless mocking laugh.

"You're actually doubting your own mental and physical well-being? How oblivious can you be?"

Unbeknownst to them, a blazing sun rose from the azure sea of ​​souls, and the young man, sitting cross-legged on the other side of time and space, slapped his thigh with delight.

"I never expected you to be such an idiot."

"Shut up, it's none of your business. Shut up and stay out of the way."

"No way, hehehe, I not only want to watch the movie, but I also want to watch it with my little red dragon, sitting on the sofa, cuddling together, eating popcorn while watching a top-notch action movie..."

"Oh dear, some single people are getting emotional, but I won't say who it is~~"

“Then there’s no need to say more.” The assassin’s tone suddenly calmed down. “Don’t forget, we share the same understanding of the Third Law. Trying to accelerate the assimilation between us with just words is not enough.”

"Then let me give you some advice, I am an assassin." Shuoyue retorted sharply, her tone turning cold. "Human abilities have limits. This is something I have learned in my life. The more cunning a person is, the easier it is for them to fall into unexpected predicaments and lose all their previous efforts."

"Wait, those familiar lines..." The assassin paused slightly.

"So, give up being human, Sakuyue-chan! Hahaha..." Sure enough, the original's unscrupulous laughter echoed in his mind, only to be blocked by the assassin's dark face.

Who would believe him? His plan was foolproof and absolutely could not be wrong!

Due to the ongoing conflicts, the residents of Sighishwara turned off their lights and went to sleep early, and Shuoyue was happy to have some peace and quiet. He lifted his black robe and sat on an outdoor chair in a coffee shop.

The vintage kerosene lamp beside him lit up automatically, its warm candlelight illuminating the young man's face, yet unable to suppress his cold gaze, just as his black robe fluttered, blending into the unfathomable night along with its master.

The assassins' whispers echoed through the mottled, ancient streets.

"Don't underestimate me, and don't underestimate you, Shuoyue. Unless I give up voluntarily, you will never be able to replace me. You can only hide there and do some underhanded things..."

"I must obtain the Holy Grail. I exist for this purpose. For this purpose, I can betray anything and kill anyone."

It was more of a declaration than a warning; the rainbow-blue tide surged, and the platinum sun sank into the sea, swallowed by its own darkness.

When Artoria and her group arrived at the meeting point, all they saw was a single candlelight in the darkness. A handsome young man leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

"Ah, it's Shuoyue's mother."

"How many times have I told you not to call me Mom?" Shuoyue opened her eyes, exchanged a glance with Artoria and Liudao Lingxia, and then looked away.

"Everyone's here, let's begin."

With less than two days left until the final battle, why is the Blue Team's main task not to prepare, but to meet up in Sighishwara?

The answer is simple: it's a problem with Little Jack.

The 'Jack the Ripper' who appears in the world through the job class is a collection of countless vengeful spirits, which means that her behavior logic is chaotic and simple. In short, it is to kill anyone who is hostile to her and to obey anyone who is close to her.

This behavior, which is more like that of a beast than a human, obviously worried Liu Dao Lingxia, who was a mother. So she asked Shuoyue to help little Jack. Shuoyue, after considering both Artoria and herself, agreed to this.

As for why we chose to act at this critical juncture, the reason is quite simple.

From the start of the battle between the Black and Red factions, Jack the Ripper fully demonstrated her stealth and mobility: first, she assisted Sakumo in killing the Red faction's Master; then, she assassinated the Black faction's Master, restraining the Servants and providing an opportunity for Sakumo to secretly rescue the giant Adam; then, she cooperated with Sakumo in a play to take Siegfried away—in terms of contribution, Jack the Ripper even surpassed Artoria.

All tasks were successfully completed, and the remaining tasks could be done without Little Jack's help; otherwise, Shuoyue would not have readily agreed to Lingxia's request.

Another point is that Sakumo herself is also very interested in seeing if Jack, who is recorded on the Throne of Heroes, can change because of her own attempts.

"My plan is as follows: First, I will release the resentment in Little Jack's heart. Our King will implant the scabbard Avalon into her body to preserve the extracted conceptual information. Then, Lingxia will use a Command Spell to gather the resentment, and our King and I will exorcise it. During this period, I will use the Third Law to monitor Little Jack's physical condition throughout, and deal with any problems in time. Finally, Lingxia will use a Command Spell to restore Little Jack's condition."

"I have a question, which is why Sigishwara was chosen?"

"Because this place has a spiritual vein second only to the city of Mirenia, I cannot afford to consume the magic power required to carry out such a large project."

Without turning her head, Shuoyue led Lingxia, Artoria, and Little Jack to a safe house and gestured for Little Jack to lie down on a bed filled with mystical instruments and magic circles.

“Mom…” Although he obediently lay down, little Jack still clung tightly to Lingxia’s arm, a hint of fear flashing in his silver-gray eyes, just like a child resisting a shot in the hospital.

Lingxia sat beside him, gently comforting Little Jack. The Command Seals on the back of her hand were flashing, while Artoria took out her Noble Phantasm, Avalon. Its brilliant light illuminated the room, more effective than any shadowless lamp.