Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Sighing inwardly, Shuoyue coughed lightly and looked up at Joan of Arc.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Joan of Arc?

Strange… Shuoyue frowned, looking Joan of Arc up and down as if she were standing rooted to the spot by a wooden stick.

Even if she was shocked by his betrayal, she shouldn't have remained silent, right? Come to think of it, has this stupid saintess been like this ever since I appeared?

Shuoyue could sense that Joan of Arc was looking at him, but it was not just looking at him. The morning sun rose from the sky, illuminating the French girl's bright golden hair as it faced the tall and straight back of the English gentleman. Even the sunset clouds could not find a color more shy than the girl's face.

"Shuoyueqing, um..." Artoria could feel a wave of heat hitting her face, a heat different from that of the sun. "Although I don't quite understand, Miss Jeanne seems a little excited."

Excited? A question mark popped up on Shuoyue's forehead.

I haven't even admitted it yet, and the mere possibility of returning to the Red side has already made Joan of Arc so angry? She can't even speak?

But don't underestimate the intuition of the ahoge (cowlick). She was right. Joan of Arc was indeed in a state of excitement at this moment, and Leticia, who was in her soul, was almost drowning out the saint's rambling.

"So handsome! So handsome! So handsome! So handsome! God, why is he so handsome?!"

This is hardly the reserved and gentle saintess; she's even more fanatical than Astolfo, whose reason has evaporated!

Just like in Kamen Rider Build, once Sakugetsu donned British attire, the law of victory was already sealed.

As a simple French girl in the 14th century, Joan of Arc could not resist the ultimate elegance that Europe had evolved through countless iterations, the uncrowned king of the fashion kingdom—the Western suit.

The sunset glow bathed the streets, a gentle breeze caressed his face, and the assassin shed his ancient robes, donning a tailored dark suit paired with an Erlster overcoat, appearing exceptionally composed and elegant. His diamond-like iridescent blue eyes and thick, neatly trimmed white hair perfectly showcased his gentlemanly demeanor.

It's hard to say for others, but for Joan of Arc, this was the best combination.

"What's going on? Shuoyue just changed her clothes! Why is she so, so captivating?!"

A young girl's heart was screaming. Joan of Arc, who always held herself to the standards of a saint, was at a loss for what to do for the first time. Under the gaze of the new moon, she almost forgot how to think.

"Saintess, Saintess! Calm down!" Leticia struggled to clear her mind of screams and poked her head out. "You don't want Shuoyue to suspect that you're a love-struck idiot, the kind of person who's obsessed with romance, do you?"

Love-struck?! Joan of Arc suddenly realized the truth.

How could this be! I am a saint, Joan of Arc! To be so obsessed with romance is utterly shameless!

Moreover, there were people watching him, and they were from the Red Team, suspicious individuals who were communicating with Shuoyue in private!

"Ahem." Jeanne coughed lightly, glanced quickly at Shuoyue, then looked away and said, "I do have something I want to ask you, about clothes... oh no, what are you doing here tonight?"

Clothes? Shuoyue patted the suit in confusion, but ignored Jeanne's slip of the tongue and said frankly, "None of your business."

"That's good... Huh?"

Joan of Arc's eyes widened, wondering if she had misheard: "None of...none of my business?"

"Yes, I've been in contact with Liu Daolingxia for a while." Shuoyue pursed her lips, forcing a smile in an attempt to get away with it. "I came to Sighishwara this time to fulfill the contract. As for the details, I'm sorry, I can't say."

This was the best solution that Shuoyue could think of on the spot. As long as she adopted the appropriate mysterious attitude, Joan of Arc would be too embarrassed to continue speaking. She would only imagine the reasons and possibilities behind Shuoyue's actions and would not directly categorize Shuoyue as part of the Red Team.

Even a private investigation would take enough time to drag things out until the final battle.

Thinking this, Shuoyue glanced at Joan of Arc's stiff expression and sighed inwardly.

But as expected... even I found this reason lame.

Strangely enough, even though he could come up with countless plans to deceive the saintess, he couldn't bring himself to say anything when confronted.

Forget it, I'd better prepare to be exposed.

Just as Shuoyue closed her eyes, preparing to offer her neck for execution, she heard a stammering voice from the other side:

"Yes...yes, there's nothing we can do about it. Hmm, I understand."

? ”

Now it wasn't just Shuoyue who was surprised; even Artoria looked at the girl beside her, astonished by her reply.

What's going on, young lady? You're the arbiter, for crying out loud.

For Joan of Arc, the fact that she could organize her thoughts and give a reply was already the greatest restraint a judge could muster.

"He's smiling at me! Leticia, did you see that? Shuoyue smiled, he cares about me! What should I do? Is my expression weird?"

It's more than just strange, Lady Jeanne... Leticia facepalmed. That relaxed yet trying-to-hold expression at the corners of her mouth, and the constantly twitching facial muscles—it would be strange if no one noticed something was wrong!

I can't take it anymore, so I'll save the Holy Maiden!

Joan of Arc's expression, however, led to a deeper misunderstanding in the eyes of Shuoyue.

That expression... is she really so angry that she can't even pretend anymore? Is this thing really that worth getting angry about?

As if a 'ding-dong' sound came from somewhere, Joan of Arc's stiff expression suddenly changed. She covered her lips with her hand, adjusted herself for a moment, and then lowered her arm, revealing to everyone a flawless ladylike... fake smile.

"Well then, I'll take my leave now. Goodbye, everyone."

Without waiting for a response, Joan of Arc turned around and disappeared around the corner of the street. A moment later, the sound of hurried running reached Shuoyue's ears.

"So...you're really angry?" The young man's face showed a barely perceptible hint of guilt.

"No, perhaps not, Lord Shuoyue." Artoria seemed thoughtful. Unlike Shuoyue, she didn't have a subjective judgment and instead had some guesses about Jeanne's condition. "Perhaps it's for other reasons?"

For example, her attire... It's rare to see Shuoyue dressed up like this. Even at her most formal occasion, she only wore a suit.

Thinking this, Artoria couldn't help but look up and down at Shuoyue's clothes. As it turned out, Sherlock's fashion sense was just as top-notch as his detective skills.

Although Merlin is trash, there's a saying that's true: clothes make the man... But it's really rare to see that kid lose his composure like that.

Ah, if it were me, which outfit would I think would look best on Shuo Yueqing?

With this scattering of thoughts, the door to a world called 'New Moon Warmth' opened in her mind.

He looked perfect in the silver-white armor, the purple battle armor was also ideal, the blue and white striped casual clothes, the black and gold suit, and now...

Ah, isn't that a bit too much?

Artoria suddenly realized that, at this moment, Shuoyue had already put aside her worries about Jeanne d'Arc and walked towards Liudao Lingxia.

"How's it going? Are there any questions?"

After losing the Black Magician's replacement card, Rokudou Reika had to convert her life force into magic power to replenish Little Jack's energy. Her face turned pale, but her smile conveyed a sense of reassurance.

“If Little Jack is alright, then of course I will be alright too.”

"Mmm, Mom..." Hearing Lingxia's gentle voice, the silver-haired girl murmured, slightly opening her eyes, but then fell back into a deep sleep amidst Lingxia's soft humming.

A glint flashed in Shuoyue's eyes. He could see that after the exorcism of resentment, Little Jack seemed to be being completed in some new way. Under Avalon's protection, they didn't have to worry about Little Jack failing or becoming a new evil spirit. Everything was developing in a positive direction.

The infant daughter in her mother's arms was the greatest reward for their joint efforts, a reward that even the Throne of Heroes had rewritten.

"Let me see." Shuoyue's expression softened as she reached out to hug her, but Lingxia stepped back, avoiding Shuoyue's arm.

"Your mind is in turmoil right now, Shuoyue."

The woman who had been saved by Shuoyue smiled and directly pointed out Shuoyue's feelings.

"This is none of your business, Lingxia."

"But no matter what, it's never good to drive a girl away. Ah, don't tell me you're eager to see Little Jack. You and I both know there are many ways to coax her away—your heart is wavering, isn't it?"

Has the wavering occurred? Yes, it has.

He wanted to shed his disguise, yet worried that she would become an obstacle to seizing the Holy Grail; he wanted to be ruthless, yet couldn't bring himself to be indifferent.

Just like having Kiritsugu like Irisviel or Souichirou like Medea, having weaknesses allows one to accept the world more gently—it's hard to say whether this is good or bad.

Shuoyue remained silent, and Lingxia seized the opportunity to continue, "Don't hurt the girls' hearts, especially now that they've already fallen for you, Mr. Shuoyue."

"Understood, I will comfort Joan of Arc and Atalanta." Shuoyue said sullenly, having lost the will to talk. He nodded to Artoria, turned and left. Liudao Lingxia watched Shuoyue's retreating figure, a hint of cunning in her smile.

The one hidden in your soul is right, the gentleness in your bones cannot be changed, Mr. Shuoyue...

In Lingxia's arms, little Jack murmured softly.

"Dad... Keep going!"

dad?

Liu Dao Lingxia looked up in surprise and found Artoria looking at her with the same expression. She lowered her voice and said:

"Did you hear that? Little Jack can say 'Dad' now!"

"She is learning new things; she has learned... to grow."

Liu Daolingxia's arms were trembling. She hadn't panicked at all when she was lost in the fog, but now her eyes were filled with tears—tears of relief and gratitude.

He risked his life, abandoned the magician's cards, and nearly died from the lingering resentment... However, all his sacrifices were rewarded at this moment.

Artoria smiled as she watched the great mother sob, her glistening tears like the most beautiful gems in the world, making even the sage king, who had been devoid of worldly desires, envious.

How wonderful it would be if my own... could be like that too.

In a daze, Artoria seemed to see a blond child who gave her a loving smile. She couldn't help but reach out, but instead touched the cheek of Rokudo Reika.

"Hmm?" The woman was a little puzzled, until the girl with the ahoge hurriedly withdrew her hand, then she showed a gentle smile.

“Let’s go, Artoria, it’s time to head back to the Hanging Gardens. Or would you like to spend another day in Sighisoara? We have plenty of time.”

Plenty of time? A thunderbolt flashed through Artoria's mind, her eyes widened, as if she had come up with a brilliant idea.

"Thank you for reminding me, Lingxia. We do have other things to do."

"Ok?"

Before Lingxia, who was tilting her head in confusion, Artoria looked down at the sleeping Jack in her arms, but deep in her eyes was reflected another arrogant figure in gold and red.

"Teaching one is the same as teaching, and teaching two is also teaching..."

"What are you talking about, Artoria?"

"It's nothing... By the way, do you know where Red and her Master are stationed?"

Shedding his suit and overcoat, and donning Hades' black robe, the new moon raced towards the faint morning light until his shadow stretched into a line.

Following the scent of Atalanta, he realized that he had already left the territory of Sighishwara and even the Black Faction. In front of him were undulating field ridges, windbreaks that stretched along the ridges, ancient mills and windmills, and in the far distance, a starry sky.

Never before has the starry sky been so bright, so bright that all the stars seem so close at hand. The dampness clinging to my eyelashes even reflects the light of the morning star when I blink, as if the starry sky is reaching out to me to wipe away my lost tears.

Just as Shuoyue was staring straight at the morning sky, his feet suddenly stopped, and then he began to land.

Atalanta's last breath was in the forest ahead.

The heartbroken huntress ultimately chose the forest where she was nurtured, seeking healing in the dreamlike realm of Arcadia.