Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"New moon!!!"

Forgetting even to think, Atalanta's mind went blank. Without hesitation, she leaped up, transforming herself into an arrow, and shot out under the pull of gravity, reaching out her arm towards the falling youth.

She forgot all about wild boar hide and revenge; all that was reflected in her eyes was the young man before her.

"Grab my hand... Hurry!"

The wind howled, and Atalanta forgot everything, stubbornly reaching out her fingertips to grab the swaying figure. The resentment in her heart was thrown to the back of her mind along with the girl's tears. Only when she felt a reassuring touch on her left hand did Atalanta smile. Through her teary eyes, she saw the young man open his mouth and seem to say something. Then she was held tightly in his arms and lost in his warm embrace.

With a "plop," a large wave splashed up in the forest stream, and the splashing water droplets were crystal clear under the morning light, refracting a brilliant color like diamonds.

As the bubbles churned, two figures emerged from the water, taking a deep breath in unison and looking at each other. Even though they were soaked, they couldn't help but giggle. As they laughed, the emerald green figure couldn't help but lightly punch the other's chest.

"Really, how could you be so stupid?"

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"How else can I wake you up?" The last trace of resentment disappeared, and Shuoyue quietly put away the wild boar skin. Looking at the girl's fair and tender arm, he smiled slightly, but when his gaze moved upward, he couldn't help but freeze in place.

Just as a handsome young man who wandered into the forest encountered a goddess bathing by a stream, which is the beginning of many tragedies and comedies in Greek mythology, the new moon also felt the same thrill in front of the wet Atalanta.

The clear spring water gurgled through the mountain stream, like a piece of crystal silk gliding over the young girl's body. She was elegant and graceful, a faint smile playing on her lips, her emerald eyes gleaming with a deadly allure. Sunlight streamed down, illuminating her snow-white skin with a holy glow; her unparalleled beauty embodied all of nature's wildness.

But when the young man remained motionless, he should have thought about his fate. In front of the followers of the goddess Artemis, his behavior could be described as transgression.

"Where...are you looking?" Atalanta's soft whisper echoed in the Moon's ear. "Do you also wish to be like that Actium?"

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue's expression immediately froze.

Actaeon, the hero and hunter in Ovid's Metamorphosis, accidentally saw the goddess Artemis bathing on Mount Cissoron. The goddess then transformed him into a deer, who was chased by his own hunting dogs and ultimately shot dead by his friend.

Clearly, this story has been widely circulated as a negative example, and Ta-Miao is a staunch follower of Artemis...

See, isn't this a coincidence?

Just when Shuoyue thought he was about to be chased again, he suddenly felt something wet on his neck. A girl's wet arms wrapped around him, and she whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"But... I don't mind."

???

"Wait, something's wrong with you!" Shuoyue exclaimed in surprise, but it was too late to struggle. Atalanta was already holding him by the neck, wading through the stream and backing towards the shore. The man, who had been hit by seven arrows and was being slapped on the water, was powerless to resist. "What are you doing? Hey? Hey! You Atalanta, stop right there!"

"It's too late, Shuoyue~" Looking down at the panicked young man, the huntress's eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light—the look of someone who had discovered an exceptional prey and would not let it go.

Although she was blinded by anger, she was not directly sunk like Joan of Arc. Now that she had calmed down, she understood that Shuoyue's private communication with Liudao Lingxia and King Arthur must have some ulterior motive.

Even so, Shuoyue still rushed over for her sake, and even though she was blamed, she didn't feel wronged at all. She even risked her life despite being seriously injured in order to stop her from using the wild boar skin.

Not to mention the numerous times Atalanta had rescued her since they met, and the significant Golden Apple Pie (Note 1), which was an experience Atalanta had never had before. Stimulated by her current predicament, she could no longer control her emotions.

Unlike the simple country girl or the repressed king, she had never experienced such feelings in her lifetime, but through her exposure to the chaotic world of Greece, she understood her own feelings almost instantly.

Raised by nature, the female hunter lacks conventional ethical values. Once she breaks the vow she made to Artemis, her courtship becomes as ruthless as her hunting.

"You seem to have said that you wouldn't refuse me whatever I want to do, right?"

"Ugh, I can't refute that... But I remember you swore an oath to Artemis, ugh..."

As the water droplets dripped, Atalanta straddled the Moon, lowered her head, and sealed his lips with hers. Her long black hair fell down, but it couldn't hide her face, which was flushed with shyness.

Breaking a vow takes a lot of courage, and this guy just has to bring up the very thing he shouldn't... Humph!

She made the vow to the moon goddess because she didn't believe in love. If she turns a blind eye to true love because of the vow, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?

I've already died once... Lady Artemis will forgive me, right?

The morning light was silent, the stream gurgled, and the intense breathing of a man and woman by the stream echoed. Accompanied by rustling sounds, their soaked clothes were carelessly tossed aside. With the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed, they transcended the barriers of time. The most beautiful young hunter in Greek mythology finally met the one she loved and shot the arrow that she desired.

Deep within the assassin youth's soul, the platinum-gold light trembled violently, repelling the emerging dark red hue before extinguishing completely. Meanwhile, at a distant point in time and space, the handsome youth slammed his fist on the table, ignoring the little red dragon's murderous gaze, utterly horrified:

"Oh no, I've become a stand-in!"

Congratulations on getting the first kill with Shuoyue, even though it was done with a substitute (chuckles).

I originally intended to write the story about the 'Golden Apple Pie' as a side story, but unfortunately, it was exam week at that time... so I was so busy that I lost all inspiration QAQ.

Well, although the other groundwork is sufficient and won't affect the main storyline reading experience, I will add more as soon as possible... yes, as soon as possible.

Chapter 513 Clues to the Master's Death

"Ah!"

As they walked, Achilles, a lithe man with short green hair, suddenly sneezed. He wiped his nose and muttered to himself in confusion, "...What's going on?"

"Did you catch a cold at night, Red?" Karna, whose red robes were as red as flames but whose face was fair, spoke up beside him. He was clearly concerned, but his tone remained calm.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to tell such lame jokes. We're Servants, after all." Achilles chuckled, tossing his head nonchalantly and glancing around.

"Seriously, I never expected that we would get here without encountering any obstacles."

The view was breathtaking. They were atop a high-rise building, high in the clouds, with fresh, natural air. A finely carved wooden walkway led into the courtyard, where a waterfall cascaded down one side, while lush greenery filled the air with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers. Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground, making the dewdrops on the plants sparkle.

Compared to the desolate and ravaged fortress of Mirenia, the Hanging Gardens seemed like a secluded paradise, making it hard to imagine that the source of the disaster—the Greater Grail—was hidden within.

Yes, Achilles and Karna arrived at the Hanging Gardens not because they decided to 'abandon the light for darkness,' but specifically to investigate a case.

"I didn't expect you came to me to borrow a chariot to catch up with the courtyard. If it's not far, are you planning to come up alone?"

"Well, in any case, we've already broken away from the Red Team, and going deep into the heart of the courtyard is risky. I didn't intend to let anyone else take the risk."

奈何小太阳虽然顶级从者，但现世的时候没有带上爱马，铠甲还被融了，只凭一把神枪，揍人还行，但完全跟不上天草和女帝的逃跑路线。

To verify his hypothesis, he had to approach Achilles again and ask to borrow his chariot. Thus, the dungeon, which he originally planned to run solo, became a two-player team-up.

"Ha, what are you saying? You don't consider me a trustworthy comrade at all. After all, I can provide military support!"

"Is that so... I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention."

"It's alright, I forgive you." Achilles waved his hand readily. "However, since you took the initiative to ask to come back, you must have some suspicions, right? Who killed those useless Masters? I will make them pay the price!"

It's just speculation, but if it comes true, then this Holy Grail War will become extremely dangerous.

The two chatted idly (though they were just making conversation) as they walked through the open door and into the King's Room. The huge room was unusually quiet, with only two figures, one sitting and one standing.

Artoria and Rokudou Reika had already slipped away, promising to return before the final battle. Shakespeare and Avisbro, those two brilliant strategists, were also hardcore shut-ins, leaving Amakusa and the Empress an excessive amount of space for their lovey-dovey moments, without any worry of being caught.

—The fact that these two failed to spark a romance is entirely Amakusa's fault.

"Yo, Father!" Achilles waved to the smiling boy, then looked up at the Empress sitting high on her throne, his tone turning nasty, "And you, still so high and mighty even now..."

"You bastard..." The Empress narrowed her eyes and waved her hand irritably. "Enough with the nonsense. I've already shown you the utmost leniency by not shooting down your chariot. If you're just here to provoke me, then get lost."

"Huh?!" Achilles' eyes widened, but Karna stopped him before he could speak. The son of the sun god stepped forward, his tone still perfectly calm.

"I'm here to investigate the cause of Master's death. Has anything unusual happened in the Aerial Garden since then?"

No one could ignore this noble hero, especially since the Empress and Amakusa were eager to clear their names of this false accusation. Ignoring the clamoring heels, after a moment's thought, Amakusa silently shook his head, while the Empress hesitated and said:

"Hmm... the speed of the Sky Garden has decreased?"

Before Karna could ask further, Semiramis said, "But that doesn't mean anything. My Noble Phantasm changes depending on the materials and spiritual veins, so the current error is to be expected."

“Then, please allow me to ask again, Father.” Karna raised his eyes, his calm, lake-like gaze fixed on Amakusa, “Even now, do you still insist that this matter has nothing to do with you?”

“I did imprison the Masters, but I did not intend to kill them,” Amakusa repeated with a wry smile, and Karna nodded.

It's the truth.

"But that doesn't prove anything. The woman next to you is incredibly poisonous. Who knows if she's the one behind it?"

Heel was already as unhappy with the Empress as Tower Cat, and now that they were no longer on the Red Team, they became even more unrestrained, launching a barrage of attacks at the Empress. However, in order to avoid Achilles actually pointing a gun at them, the Empress did not dare to say anything harsh and could only sulk to herself, her chest aching with anger.

Honestly, deep down, even she suspected that she might have accidentally put in too much poison, causing these little insects to get stuck and die. Unpredictable temper and the power of life and death were simply the basics of an empress.

With her infamous reputation as the oldest poisoner, no one would trust her, not even the most virtuous hero.

“Yes, we can’t rule out that possibility.” Karna turned his gaze to her again, but before he could speak, Amakusa took a step to the side, silently blocking Semiramis’s way, and smiled as she spoke.

"It's okay, I believe they won't do it."

“Hey, Father?” Achilles exclaimed in surprise, “Don’t you have even the slightest doubt?”

"Believe me, and believe her."

"Well……"

“It seems unnecessary.” Karna shook his head slightly, giving up on continuing to act as a human lie detector. “Please take us to the place where our Master sacrificed himself.”

“Of course, we’re preserving the scene to wait.” Amakusa relaxed slightly and smiled. “Then shall we go together?”

"Ah...oh." Semiramis was unusually lost in thought. Amakusa called out twice before she quickly stood up. The dark aura that had been brewing within her dissipated unconsciously, and her calm expression made the Empress's charm even more apparent.

"Are you okay?"

"It's nothing... Ha, you're really overthinking things. Let's go."

Led by the Empress, the group arrived at the room where Master Tver Belzinski, King Ram, the Pantier brothers, and Fender Wall Semberlen were resting. Thanks to the magic of the Age of Gods, the dead magicians, along with the room, remained exactly as they were when they were first discovered.

"Please confirm this. I hereby promise that neither I nor anyone else has interfered with this room after the Master's death."

"Me too."

That's the truth.

Having received Karna's approval, Achilles sheathed his spear and strode into the room to begin the search for evidence with the others.

Then, nothing was gained.

They were facing Shuoyue, who knew everything about both the scientific and magical aspects of the subject. Any flaws that could be easily identified had long been completely concealed by him. The ancient demigod heroes, on the other hand, had no idea about Rocal's law of exchange of matter, and their pointless search was rapidly draining their willpower.

"I said, how can we find this?"

After the thirtieth thorough search of the room, Achilles was the first to lose his temper: "This kind of thing is better suited to my elder sister and teacher. They are both archers. This kind of delicate work is too difficult for me!"

“I haven’t found Atalanta, and Black Chiron couldn’t possibly have entered the courtyard,” Karna replied. “Time is of the essence, and we don’t have time to take our time. If I may be so bold, I’ll be frank—can you all use your Noble Phantasms? Let me state in advance, I cannot.”

"Are you planning to blow this place up?" Achilles said speechlessly, recalling his spear, chariot, and shield.

"What they want should be a functional Noble Phantasm, like the book I wrote, or my poison." Semiramis crossed her arms, tapping her fingers impatiently. "Unfortunately, I already tried it before, and I didn't detect any traces—meaning, apart from the poison I laid, no one else was involved."

"Surprisingly decisive, Empress. Has she changed her mind?"

"Shut up, or I won't hesitate to poison you until you're mute."

Seeing that Amakusa and the Empress were about to start fighting again, Amakusa sighed and raised his hand, saying, "Then let me give it a try. My Noble Phantasms, Right Arm: Devouring Evil and Left Arm: Heavenly Grace Plate, might be effective, but please don't have too high hopes."