Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"The one who survived in the end was the third brother, the worst shot, right?" Shakespeare laughed. "It seems the priest is quite clear about his own position."

“No.” Amakusa shook his head, no longer looking at Shakespeare, and turned to leave.

"What I mean is, the first one to die will always be the strongest one."

With Amakusa gone, Achilles had no reason to stay any longer. He turned to leave, but Shakespeare called him back:

"I will definitely write your story someday, so now I have a question. Do you think it's better to write it as a tragedy or a comedy?"

"We're no longer on the same path, are you still going to write this?"

“Of course,” Shakespeare smiled, glancing at the books on his desk, their ink still wet, as if a king were surveying his territory.

"But in the end, it's just a story. No matter how accurately you express it, your life is still something that belongs only to you. So, whether it's a comedy or a tragedy, there's actually no difference."

"Hmph, you can still say something decent," Achilles muttered, his past flashing through his mind. Born into the world as the son of a hero and a goddess, separated from his mother in his youth, he then learned skills, fought, fell in love, hated others, and finally died in battle.

That must be a process that can be expressed in language, and whether it is joyful or sorrowful depends on Achilles' own preferences.

Finally, the half-man carrying the battle spear laughed heartily and stepped out the door.

"Let's write it as a comedy, the kind of story that will make readers laugh out loud at its absurdity. In reality, only the heels retain a human form, and in the end, the character dies from being shot there. There's probably no more absurd ending in the world!"

Faced with Achilles's dismissive attitude towards life, Shakespeare wiped the smile from his face, bowed deeply, and said:

That would definitely make a good story.

The door closed, completely cutting off the two of them.

Chapter 516 Mordred, Missing

Having bid farewell to his formidable opponent, Siegfried walked alone on his way back to his room.

Karna summoned him because of a request.

"Please, do not tell your Master this message."

"Master?" Siegfried instinctively thought it was Gordes, but when he realized what it meant, he was shocked and exclaimed, "You... you found out?"

“You don’t belong to the red or black side, but rather stand with Shakespeare, don’t you?” Karna retorted.

“Yes… so I’m sorry, I have an obligation to report.” Siegfried lowered his eyes, only to see Little Sun shake his head and say:

“I don’t understand the reasons why you joined them, but my gun clashed with your sword. That was not a battlefield for reckless and treacherous people. So I don’t think you would be swayed by trickery.”

Yes, that was a truly exhilarating contest.

Recalling the clash of guns and swords that made his heart tremble, Siegfried's tense eyes relaxed slightly as he fell into thought.

Karna was right. He was forced into this situation. Although Shuoyue hadn't treated him badly, he still found it hard to accept her.

Moreover, the dragon slayers of the Netherlands did not entirely believe what Shuoyue had told them.

To seize the Holy Grail—that's what the new moon says.

But what about his wish? What exactly is his wish? Do Liu Daolingxia, who is by his side, and King Arthur know?

If even they didn't know, Siegfried would be very surprised, wouldn't he?

But that's the truth. After summoning Artoria, Shuoyue buried his true purpose in his heart, because he knew that once he revealed it, he would be destined to stand against all the heroes.

—Only one person knows this, and that is Shakespeare.

This is not surprising, because Shuoyue understands that Shakespeare is completely different from other heroes in that he only pursues stories, and only more exciting stories can make him change his ways.

For over sixty years, he has wandered alone, pursuing the Holy Grail in order to forgive humanity. Which of their stories is more captivating to him: that of the Far East Saint who comes from another world and seeks to destroy it in order to protect it?

If Shakespeare heard this, he would surely exclaim something like, "We have not abandoned any of them, but are merely searching for a more suitable audience."

After much deliberation, Siegfried finally agreed to Karna's request.

"I promise you."

"Grateful."

After watching the dragon slayer leave, Karna turned around, and a red figure vaguely appeared. It was not the real figure, but Semiramis's projection of longing in the courtyard, that is, an illusion.

"What business do you have with me, Empress?"

"Let me be frank—although the real culprit hasn't been found, it's been proven that neither the priest nor I did it. So, what do you think, do you and Shuoyue want to come back?"

She verbally invited the four departing people, but the Empress's gaze remained fixed on Karna. In her view, Karna was probably the only one willing to return to the Red Team.

Achilles and Atalanta are easy to understand, as they are typical heroes, displaying unbearable strength and skill, foolish warriors who gallop across the battlefield with lofty honor and dignity.

As for Shuoyue, the empress who was a schemer, she had a special feeling. It was not just a resonance of some kind of qualities, but also the kind of same-sex repulsion that 'two tigers cannot share one mountain'.

However, Karna is somewhat alienated from them. Despite his flawless background and experiences, he is distinctly different from the many heroes Semiramis knows.

As long as certain rules are not violated, this servant is exceptionally easy to talk to.

"Please forgive me for refusing, Red."

"What...!" The Empress was humiliated and said coldly, "Karna, you should know that you are not in a true contract with the Black Faction. The Thousand World Tree's ley lines can only support your present world and cannot sustain intense battles, while we possess the Holy Grail!"

Faced with Semiramis's questioning, Karna showed no displeasure, but instead nodded seriously in response:

"What you said is indeed true, Empress. In this camp, the master-servant relationship that was formed in the most legitimate way is only between you two. The master is using you, and you are using the master. However, there is mutual dedication and trust between you. You could never betray him; at most, you can only think about it in your heart."

After hearing what Little Sun said, Semiramis was speechless.

Did this heroic spirit just point out "something" hidden deep within itself in an incredibly direct way?

What did you just say?

"I didn't say anything. You can't betray your Master, and the other party has complete trust in you, so I was just praising you as the ideal Master-Servant relationship."

The Empress stared intently at Karna. Karna, on the other hand, looked bewildered. He was indeed praising him, at least that's how he saw it, but this way of putting it—

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

“I’m not saying anything stupid. You two are in the ideal state as Master and Servant. Your Master shouldn’t betray you either. It’s not because you would retaliate against a traitor, but because he understands that not betraying is the most important and proper way.”

He would never betray us.

This statement sounds incredibly noble.

Ignoring the Empress's wavering, Karna continued:

"I won't ask you to understand me for this, but you can at least accept what I did. The law of the jungle is the rule of the world. That being said, we are not beasts. In addition to our instincts, we should also have a layer of human ethics."

"At the critical moment of our impending annihilation, it was the Black and the spiritual veins of the Thousand World Tree that saved us. It is this ethical barrier that prevents me from returning—because this is the very existence I am."

Karna declared:

"I will protect the black side until I think it's over. That's all I can say."

As if to express the shock the real body had received, the phantom swayed its body.

Is that so...? Okay, whatever you like.

Clearly, the Empress's thoughts were no longer on Karna, and Karna merely nodded calmly.

"Grateful."

Just before the phantom disappeared, it turned back to Karna and asked:

I said, "Do you really think I wouldn't betray you?"

"Of course, Empress, are you the kind of paranoid person who wants to kill the person you love?"

Upon hearing this, the phantom disappeared in a state of extreme panic. On the throne, the Empress opened her eyes, first showing confusion, then extreme annoyance.

"You actually think I'm incapable of betraying you? I'm the infamous Semiramis!"

It's utterly absurd. The only reason I haven't betrayed them is because we share the same goal: he wants to save humanity, while I want to become the ruler of those who are being saved.

Next, all that's needed is to cleanly and decisively cut ties with the others. After everything is over, it's entirely possible that he might betray his Master.

That guy is ridiculous. Of course I can betray him, but there's no need for it right now. Or I could betray him right now and show you. Erasing that man's will, taking over his authority, and turning him into a puppet would be a very simple matter.

Imagine his expression upon being betrayed. A stunned, bewildered look, followed by a twisted expression of rage as he gradually grasps the truth, and then, undoubtedly, a heart-wrenching cry of despair.

No, that doesn't make sense. That guy wouldn't show his sadness like that.

At most, he'd just stare in surprise. Then—he'd definitely laugh. Sixty years of his life would have been wasted because things hadn't progressed as planned.

Despite this, he felt no remorse, because Amakusa Shiro Tokisada had already cast aside all regret four hundred years ago. From the moment he vowed to forgive and save everything, he had abandoned all regret.

He won't feel angry about betrayal; when faced with it, he'll only try to cope and deal with it.

It's a pathetic way of life, where betrayal is always accompanied by ridicule, and the hard-earned business is easily overturned. But no matter how many times this process is repeated, the young man will only silently start over again.

Even if betrayal does occur, the betrayed party won't harbor any resentment. The young man, who has long since cast despair aside, will simply leave the betrayer behind and continue on his way.

An assassin with a bayonet in his hand from behind could never catch up with him; he could only watch his retreating figure silently forever.

There were no intense emotions such as sadness or regret—now, there was only a vague loneliness, as thin as a wisp of cloud.

While the Red Team was busy advancing towards a certain key objective, Shishi Kairi, the Red Master, was experiencing unprecedented anxiety.

"I was right!"

A loud voice boomed through the street, ignoring the puzzled looks of passersby. The burly man was sweating profusely as he used a communication spell to send his anxious voice to the distant fortress of Mirenia.

"My Mordred is missing!"

Chapter 517 Regret Medicine

The stream is crystal clear, its gentle flow echoing the melodious music.

The lush forest is full of branches and leaves, and sunlight filters through the gaps in the foliage, casting dappled shadows. Wildflowers of various colors bloom on the grass, and butterflies flutter among them, creating a magnificent and colorful scene.

By the stream, a handsome young man was playing the piano. The black and white keys struck, producing a soft and beautiful tone. A beautiful girl in emerald green was gently lying on the young man's lap, like an oversized cat. Her back, as white as mutton fat, was exposed. Her long hair was wet and cascaded down like a waterfall, sparkling in the sunlight as dazzling as jade.

To the tune of an ancient courtship melody, Shuoyue's eyes narrowed slightly, but when she felt Ta Miao's face rubbing against her abdomen, her thoughtful expression turned into a wry smile.

Although it's a stolen half-day of leisure, it's really not worth the trouble of working for so long, from noon to dusk or anything like that. That would be too much of a hassle.

But who told Ta-Miao to force herself on him?

Shuoyue wasn't one to like being on the bottom. After regaining some strength, she turned around and pinned Ta Miao down, starting to fight back. Atalanta's flexibility, honed during her hunter career, was so exceptional that she accidentally got caught in it. The girl's tearful pleas for mercy were useless, and only made her attack speed even faster.

If it weren't for pity for Atalanta, the new moon wouldn't have stopped even after dark. You have to understand that the powerful endurance brought by the Third Law is not just reflected in recovery.