Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

“Then I’ll leave it to you, Father.” Karna stepped aside and retreated to the doorway with the other two, quietly watching the priest spread his hands, as if acting as an agent of divine will, and summoned two beams of light.

After a long search, everyone had almost given up hope, but when Tokusashi Tokisada's light touched the Masters, his expression changed slightly.

"This is……"

Chapter 514 Detective Amakusa, Sapphire Exposed

Right Wrist·Evil Predation

Left wrist·Tianhui base plate

This is Amakusa's Noble Phantasm, which sounds very impressive, but its rank is only D. It does not possess the divine power to destroy a city in one blow, and it can only be used on himself. Although it can interfere with all magic bases, it is completely useless against first-class magicians like Medea and Semiramis.

Knowing full well that his Noble Phantasm was not up to par, Amakusa never intended to use it from the beginning. After all, if even the Empress, the great magician of the Age of Gods, could not detect anything amiss, he, a pseudo-saint of the modern era, would be even more powerless. Moreover, he was trying to avoid suspicion, so Amakusa had not used his Noble Phantasm to investigate since the incident.

Even if he steps forward now, it's just to cooperate with Karna and try anything as a last resort. But to everyone's surprise, as soon as he started the search with his Noble Phantasm, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada noticed something subtle.

"what happened?"

"Is there any movement?"

"Are you okay?"

With his surprised exclamation, the three Servants immediately went on guard. Faced with their questions, Amakusa did not answer, but simply raised his wrists, like satellite antennas receiving a communication signal, and walked towards a certain figure by the table.

“There are traces of magic here…”

Upon hearing this, the Empress pursed her lips, but still said, "This doesn't mean anything. All the Masters present suffered from an unknown magic attack, and all their internal organs were destroyed. What we see now is just an empty shell; no evidence has been left behind."

Achilles couldn't help but shudder: "You mean, my Master has nothing inside right now?"

"Yes, it has nothing at all, yet it still retains its human form. It should have collapsed like a deflated balloon," the Empress said, unable to suppress her own disgust.

Shuoyue did this to prevent magicians from planting counterattack spells in their bodies after they died. During his few days studying at the Clock Tower, he had heard of many such cases.

As for the murderer Jack the Ripper, he was no saint either. Although he usually called out "Mama, Mama" happily, he had no qualms about having his body corroded inside.

The thought that these Masters at the table are nothing but skin and bones would make most people keep their distance, right? Moreover, the Empress also said that noticing the magic doesn't mean there's a problem, because all the Masters have been dealt with by magic.

However, Amakusa remained unmoved. He half-squatted down, lifted up the limp arm of one of his Masters, and looked solemn.

"I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about him."

"Him? What happened to this Master?" Achilles asked in surprise, and then, as Toussa brushed his hand across the back of the Master's hand, an unexpected scene unfolded—

The Command Seals on the back of the magician's hand have completely disappeared!

Perhaps due to the system anomaly in this Holy Grail War, after the Masters were eliminated, their Command Seals were not absorbed by the Greater Grail, but remained on the back of their hands as a form of 'pre-entrusted Command Seals'.

The so-called 'Pre-delivered Command Seals' are similar to those extracted by the old priest Kotomine Ryomasa during the Fourth Holy Grail War using a secret church technique. They are pure sources of magical energy and can also be used to replenish the Masters' three-stroke Command Seals, demonstrating their importance.

But now, the Command Seals have disappeared...?!

“No other Masters showed similar signs.” After repeating the process for a while, Amakusa shook his head and looked at the only magus who had shown abnormality. His voice was dry. “Only he has lost the Command Seals on the back of his hand.”

"So that's how it is. It's because the traces of erosion were too strong, which caused the magical aura of the Command Seals to be concealed..." The Empress suddenly realized. "No wonder I didn't notice the problem. What a bold disguise."

If Karna hadn't made the impromptu visit to the Hanging Gardens, they would have remained completely unaware.

“This is not the time to talk about this,” Karna, who had been silent until now, said. “Father, who is the Servant corresponding to this Master?”

As a Servant, Command Seals represent ownership of control, and you will definitely notice if they are transferred.

In other words, as long as we find that follower, we can further uncover the true identity of the murderer!

Amakusa understood this crucial point. He quickly recalled the church's information, and as the image froze, his expression gradually became one of disbelief. Under the anxious gazes of the others, Amakusa slowly turned his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"Yes."

Kurenai, the great writer who still resides in the Sky Garden.

Shakespeare had a rather low profile in this Holy Grail War.

He calls himself a court jester, a seemingly harmless collaborator.

Such a person has already secretly formed an alliance with someone unknown.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, feeling as if they had uncovered some terrible conspiracy, and then they all shuddered involuntarily.

Sky garden, corridor

“Let’s go through things again.” Amakusa’s voice rang out amidst hurried footsteps. “Now that things have come to this, it’s clear that my innocence and that of others have been proven. Obviously, the real culprit is hiding in this Holy Grail War and has not yet surfaced.”

“During the great battle between the Red and Black factions, that person, or his/her servant, infiltrated the Sky Garden, killed all the Masters, causing us to turn against each other, and took the opportunity to steal the Command Seals,” Karna continued.

“What’s even more terrifying is that if we hadn’t investigated today, we would still be completely in the dark.” Achilles said gravely. “But the problem is, the only Masters we have now are the priest, the Fiore siblings, the homunculus Sieg, and the Rokudou Reika who switched sides… Of these five, who can do this?”

"You've overlooked something," the Empress said coldly, clearly recalling some suspicious points. "Rokudou Reika... King Arthur's Master, how did she control Avisbroron and bring back Black Siegfried so easily?"

This question has been weighing on the Empress's mind for a long time. If she had previously valued the strength of the Sixth Guide Lingxia but held back, now that it has been proven that there is still a force in the Holy Grail War, how could Semiramis tolerate such a change?

“Speaking of which… I’ve also heard Miss Fiore mention it.” Achilles said thoughtfully, “When Avisbro betrayed us, the Command Seals in the hands of his Master, Roger, also disappeared.”

“The same goes for Gordes. Also, remember the mist that has been troubling us?” Karna said. “That was very likely an unknown Servant.”

"Unauthorized summoning..." Amakusa gasped, instantly realizing his origins.

It matches up; all the suspicious points match up.

If it is said that Rokudou Reika, or the Osare clan, illegally summoned a Servant and, with the help of the Servant or some special ability, stole the Master's Command Seals, then all these mysteries would be solved.

“But there’s still one problem, which is where all nine Command Seals belonging to the three Servants went.” Amakusa raised another question. “I’m pretty sure that Rokudou Reika still only has three Command Seals on the back of her hand.”

"Who cares! Anyway, Shakespeare and Master Rokudou Reika are definitely in big trouble!" Achilles said. "Let's rush in and tie them up. I've had my eye on that guy for a long time!"

Sometimes, all it takes to clear away the fog is a single opportunity. When renowned heroes gather, they far surpass the abilities of three mediocre individuals. Through questioning, answering, and exchanging information, many mysteries are readily solved. However, to verify their conjectures, one needs the answers of those who truly know the inside story.

The four stopped in front of the study. The Empress raised her hand, Amakusa held several black keys, and Achilles and Karna summoned their Noble Phantasms at the front to act as the vanguard. The four looked nervously into the room. Even though they knew that Shabi was not a threat, they could not be careless if they tried to break into a magician's workshop.

Red, Shakespeare.

What kind of answers can this writer, who sees himself as a recorder, offer them?

Chapter 515 Fun People and Good Stories

A battle-hardened weapon, renowned for its deadly might; a divine spear, tempered by the flames of the gods, unparalleled in the world.

Most people would be terrified in the face of these two heroic spears.

But Shakespeare was clearly not among these "most people." Even with two guns to his neck, he still pretended to shrug helplessly, his expression utterly innocent.

"Could it be that my communication with Mr. Siegfried, who used to be Black, violated some taboo?"

Beside him, Siegfried looked at the menacing Achilles, Amakusa, the Empress, and Karna, hesitating to speak.

How did these four people end up together? Did S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra team up?

From Fei Ge's perspective, he had just been invited in by Shakespeare to conduct an interview when the FBI suddenly appeared, their tense demeanor completely catching him off guard.

While Siegfried was still completely bewildered, Amakusa cleared his throat and began the formalities:

"We have evidence against you; you'd better confess."

"Evidence? Wait, wait, Father, what are you saying?" Shakespeare sat in his chair, seemingly shocked. The Empress had no time for his act and said coldly:

"Your Master, or rather, your former Master, has lost all their Command Seals. Who did it?"

"And what was that person's purpose?"

Faced with the Empress's questioning, Shakespeare did not reply. Instead, Siegfried subconsciously looked at the great writer and inexplicably stumbled upon a juicy tidbit.

Just like Amakusa and the others realized someone was up to no good when the Command Seals disappeared, everyone present was a hero, with top-notch wisdom and strength (Shabi: ?). But unlike Amakusa and the others, Siegfried knew more and was more enlightened.

He had only been forced into this situation yesterday, and for some reason, Shuoyue and Lingxia hadn't told him anything, which meant Feige didn't know that Shakespeare was also a traitor. Shakespeare originally wanted to confront them, but he was caught before he could even speak. The Empress's words undoubtedly explained why Shakespeare suddenly approached him.

Unbelievable! Has Shuoyue also brought the Red Team under his wing? No, it's only natural. After all, he and Liudao Lingxia are on the Black Team and the Red Team respectively, and that's exactly what they're planning.

That's a truly terrifying scheme, that assassin.

There's only one question left: Shakespeare, will he answer honestly?

Siegfried's concerns were not unfounded. As a playboy, Shabi naturally lacked loyalty. If one had to describe his sole reason for participating in the Holy Grail War, it would be summed up in one sentence—

Bored, I want to see rivers of blood!

For the sake of a compelling story, he was willing to betray Amakusa decisively, and naturally, he was also willing to stab Sakugetsu in the back.

Pressed to the chair, Shakespeare's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes darted around, gleaming with calculating light.

So far, it has undoubtedly been on the path to a masterpiece, but the predetermined ending leaves one with no interest whatsoever.

He was well aware of Shuoyue's plan. If things continued at this pace, it would only be a matter of time before the Blue Team completely eroded both the Red and Black teams. When Shuoyue secretly revealed its true, ferocious nature, neither Amakusa nor Thousand World Tree would be able to reverse the situation.

For those who orchestrate all of this, the more overwhelming the victory, the more exhilarating the joy. But Shakespeare was different; he was a writer, and what he wanted to see was a series of twists and turns, a cold victory carved into a treacherous mountain.

The protagonist needs to endure numerous hardships; a life that's smooth sailing from beginning to end is for ordinary people elsewhere. What I need is the dramatic element, whether it's comedy, tragedy, or any other ending. Extraordinary people need a life commensurate with their status.

So let the storm rage on!

“I can’t hide it from you all…” Under Siegfried’s watchful gaze, Shakespeare shrugged nonchalantly. “Well then, we admit it—some of us have indeed reached for the Holy Grail with lustful hands! Under the shroud of blood and night, a deep blue shadow is weaving lies!”

As expected of a great playwright, a few lines of allegorical poetry flowed from his trembling beard, and with each cadence, the stage curtain slowly rose, revealing a mysterious shadow that moved through it, leaving behind a profound and dangerous sneer.

"So, who exactly is he?" Achilles asked in a deep voice, to which Shakespeare responded with a wicked laugh.

"Before you die, endure the pain for love, and revere hope! In other words, I won't tell you... Oh!"

With a clang, the demon sword deflected the battle spear, and Siegfried stepped in front of Sabby, sighing, "I'm sorry, but please calm down, Red."

"Are you protecting a traitor, you black devil!" Achilles had been annoyed with the riddle-maker for a long time and naturally wouldn't back down. "Get out of my way!"

“But you have now become a Servant of the Black Faction.” Siegfried calmly pointed out this fact, and Achilles was speechless for a moment. Just then, Karna put away his gun and looked at Siegfried.

"I promise you I won't hurt Red, but could you please come for a walk with me, Black?"

Under the gaze of those noble eyes, Siegfried remained silent for a moment, put down his weapon, and left the study with Karna. Achilles, now calm, leaned against the wall, sulking, while Amakusa looked at the unyielding Shakespeare and sighed softly.

Achilles is right; traitors should be executed. But Shabi is currently the only known person who has information about the mastermind. Until all the information is uncovered, he remains useful.

As he pondered this, he noticed that Shakespeare had somehow looked at him, his eyes filled with amusement, as if to say:

So what should you do, Father?

It's just a three-way standoff; you should know the story of the three gunmen dueling, right?