Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Toria's Mom's Class is now open!

What should I do if my child's grades are consistently poor?

Use Merlin EX Curry Stick! It's a magic weapon that gives you peace of mind forever. Moms, remember this!

What? You're saying Mom doesn't know how to teach either?

Hmm... hopeless, just wait to die. Goodbye.

He didn't feel guilty for a moment about being caught. The enthusiastic onlookers immediately rushed to the scene and began to ask him questions.

Question 1: Did the famous King Arthur not know how to teach children?

It's not that I don't know! It's just that Merlin has taught so much that I don't know where to start!

Artoria waved her hands to banish the thoughts that were popping into Shuoyue's mind, trying to save face: "For me, concepts like addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, calculus, and advanced mathematics for elementary school students are too difficult. In other words, I have no idea where to even begin teaching them!"

As we all know, although Mei Liangxin lacks the emotions that humans should have, he is particularly fond of Artoria. How could he not teach her anything during the thousand years that the ahoge stayed in Avalon? With his clairvoyance, he has seen the nightmares of the mortal world, and even the stories he tells casually are enough to benefit the listener greatly.

It's no exaggeration to say that nowadays, Artoria could easily obtain several doctoral degrees. However, due to the long period of time she has accumulated knowledge, she has become extremely proficient in all kinds of knowledge. Even when teaching what one plus one equals, she can conveniently extend the topic to the Fibonacci sequence.

The problem is, can students who need to be taught even one plus one really understand what a sequence is?

"Sure enough, Merlin is the most useless old bastard." Shuoyue curiously flipped through the encyclopedia, while Joan of Arc's eyes were practically overflowing with envy as she stood beside him.

As expected of the legendary creator of kings, how wonderful! I also wish someone could teach me knowledge...

A village girl who couldn't even do Leticia's homework made such a sincere wish.

"Ha—so Master, you've been watching from outside the church the whole time!"

On the other side, Mordred grabbed Lion's collar, baring his teeth and his face as red as an apple: "You bastard, do you have any conscience! I'm locked up here to protect you! Come on, let's get out of here!"

"But I think you're having a lot of fun..." Lion's Claw raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, to be honest, knowledge is an equally important weapon for a king. Besides, this is a lesson your father has made time out of his busy schedule for you. Are you sure you want to just leave like this?"

Lion Robbery truly lived up to his reputation as a father; with just two short sentences, he not only avoided touching Mo's sore spots but also successfully captured her inner thoughts.

This is her father, the king who's either at war or on his way to eat! Artoria, who wouldn't even glance at her during her reign (and was pretty much the same in Chaldea), is now, on the eve of the final battle, setting aside the usual factional differences and seriously intending to educate her!

After realizing this fact, Mordred almost burst out laughing, but interestingly, she didn't turn around and leave. Instead, she focused on increasing the anger level of her ahoge (cowlick) while obediently staying in the church and refusing to leave no matter what.

As for Artoria, she was even more interesting—before the arrival of Sakumo and the others, she grabbed the Curry Stick five times, swung Avalon three times, and tried to use her Released Form and the Pistol more than ten times… but until now she still looked furious, and her Noble Phantasm never landed on Mordred.

"It's just like a parent-teacher conference..." Shuoyue heard Jeanne d'Arc, or rather Leticia's mutterings, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

"Feeling disillusioned? The ancient legends of King Arthur and Mordred didn't have a tense meeting, nor did they have a harmonious relationship. Instead, they had petty arguments—yes, just like rebellious teenagers and fathers whose love arrives late but surely."

This doesn't sound like something Shuoyue would say; his tone should be more sarcastic and merciless.

Leticia turned around in surprise, only to find Artoria puffing out her cheeks, grabbing the young man by the scruff of his neck, and leading him toward the confessional.

"Hurry up, Leticia!"

"Eh? But, Your Majesty..."

Lion's Robber caught a glimpse of Artoria and the others leaving out of the corner of his eye, and then, changing his tone abruptly, he said:

So, what are your thoughts?

Lingxia gestured for Sieg and Astolfo to come over, clearing a space for Shishio and Mordred. Facing the Master's sharp gaze behind his sunglasses, Mordred felt as if he had been seen through. After fidgeting for a while, he finally said:

"It's nothing... Master, do you remember last night?"

“Yesterday? We left the fortress of Mirania and drove overnight to Sighishwara,” Lion's Roar recalled with a puzzled look. “What does that have to do with today’s situation?”

"Pretty much. I suddenly figured it out on the way." Mordred's eyes were vacant as she looked at Lion's puzzled face, her eyes reflecting a hazy scene.

It was on a desolate country road, and the car stereo was playing country music with a somewhat gloomy atmosphere. However, in the silence, Mordred did not feel any awkwardness.

Mordred found this situation somewhat unbelievable; in her lifetime, she had never experienced such silence with anyone other than herself. Either the other person would run away, or she would walk away, or they would hate each other to the point of almost killing each other—most of the time it was one of these three scenarios.

She had never let her guard down with anyone, nor had anyone ever opened their heart to her. She had always believed that life, the knighthood, and her own existence as Mordred were simply how things were supposed to be.

I said, "..."

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Hearing the Master's rough response, he wasn't particularly angry. There were very few cars on the road, and even the music, which was originally a bit noisy, became a simple emphasis on silence.

"Hey, I'm asking you what's wrong?" Lion Robber exclaimed in surprise. Come to think of it, he had only called out to him once, without asking any questions.

So, what exactly was I going to ask just now?

"Ah... what was I going to ask? I've forgotten."

"While humans often experience this, do Servants also do it?"

"Probably, after all, this is our second life, even if we don't need to eat or sleep."

"That's clearly the case, but you seem to eat a lot—"

"It's so noisy, it's not because they're hungry, it's because they're curious about the smell."

"As expected of people born on the Dark Island of Food."

"Please don't say such bad things that I can't refute, Master."

Boring, utterly boring, but even so, they continued to talk about boring topics.

It was truly joyful, at least to the point where I could think, "I'd be even happier if I had some wine to drink." Why hadn't I ever been able to have such a hearty conversation with others when I was alive? — That's only natural, because my father never did.

Therefore, as someone who is to inherit his father's business, he naturally wouldn't do anything his father refused.

But the things my father never did brought him such joy. Was it because he was happy that he didn't talk to anyone? Or was it because he was unhappy that he didn't talk to anyone? Or did he think it was unnecessary? Perhaps—it was all of those things.

The goals her father set his sights on were far too distant. He devoted all his energy to creating a peaceful nation. Her knights, though they also contributed their labor, seemed far too short-sighted.

It's as if letting the villages in their territory dry up is a ruthless and cruel act... They can't escape this notion, unable to see the victory behind it. And that's understandable, because "defeat if the territory doesn't dry up" is merely a hypothetical future. Perhaps victory can be achieved even without letting the villages dry up? Once this thought takes hold, distrust of the king takes root.

...because it was none other than himself, the rebellious knight, who incited them with such words.

The king is aloof, the king is lonely—this is a given, an undeniable fact. But… perhaps things would be better if we could have a proper conversation; if we could open our hearts and deepen our mutual understanding, we might be able to open up a different path.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly not saying anything?"

"It's so noisy. Of course, being a king will have troubles that others don't understand."

"Alright, alright, I, the court magician, will just shut up."

Upon hearing Lion's Roar's words, Mordred conjured up an image of Lion's Roar, Jie Li, wearing a suspicious robe and with a back hunched like an old man, and burst into laughter.

"It doesn't fit at all! No way, Master! You need to start by completely repackaging this face."

"Hey, hey. Don't talk nonsense about my appearance, okay? Don't let my appearance fool you, I've always been very self-conscious about my face."

Upon hearing this, Mordred was somewhat surprised. Although it was a trivial matter, it deepened her understanding of Shishigake Kairi.

I learned so much about someone just from living together for a few days. How much would I have known if I had been more willing to talk to others in my previous life?

If I could talk to the king—would I be able to learn more about him?

Even though it's a thing of the past that has long been forgotten, I still think about it so often.

It was as if the goddess of fate had glimpsed her chaotic thoughts, so now, she stood here, seeing her father's serious expression, seeing his angry expression, seeing his helpless and even somewhat indulgent expression...

Throughout his knightly career in Britain, Mordred had never seen Artoria express such rich emotions, and it was precisely for this reason that she clung to this feeling, reluctant to leave.

Meanwhile, Artoria, completely unaware of Jeanne d'Arc secretly following behind, dragged Sakumo to a corner, clasped her hands together, and said in an almost collapsing tone:

"Although I know you're not feeling well, please help me, Shuoyueqing!"

The meaning behind the "ahoge" is that Shuoyue's personality has changed, and Shuoyue, feeling guilty, thinks that her affair with Ta Miao has been exposed... and feels inexplicably guilty.

He didn't have to help. The assassin wasn't the real person; he could have stayed out of it, leisurely watching the father and son's emotional drama, perhaps offering a couple of comments. Besides, the decisive battle was tomorrow, and intervening in something that was pointless and not in line with the assassin's principles was pointless.

Faced with Artoria's rare display of 'collapse' and 'pitiful' expression, Shuoyue unknowingly followed in Mordred's footsteps.

After all, who can resist a cute little tuft of hair that's being affectionate with you?

"I understand... I will help you, or rather, we will."

"Huh?" Leticia, who was hiding by the door, was taken aback when she saw Shuoyue appear in front of her, casting a shadow over her as she trembled, with a kind smile.

"Miss, you don't want your teacher to think you've forgotten everything you learned, do you?"

Such an unfamiliar form of address, it's been discovered?!

Leticia and Joan of Arc were both startled, then were pulled outside by Shuoyue. Involuntarily, she heard Shuoyue call out:

"Lingxia, contact Tiancao. How can we let this kind-hearted saintly gentleman get away with something like education!"

Thus, with Shuoyue determined to escalate the situation, on the eve of the decisive battle, both the Red and Black factions were involuntarily drawn into a father's re-education of his child.

Chapter 521 One Night, One Pen, One Miracle, One Corpse

"That's a process! There's a process involved in going from Earth's latitude and longitude lines to soil geography!" Shuoyue emphasized, exasperated. "How could you ignore this process? This isn't something that can be glossed over. That old bastard Merlin lied to you. That guy is just a perverted entertainer, an online con artist, a deadbeat otaku! You've been with him for so long, haven't you realized yet? The dream he created was tailor-made for you; it has no universal applicability!"

"But Merlin said..."

"My God, forget Merlin. He's just a voyeur hiding in the inner world, with no sense of honor. He calls himself a teacher only because he's an old monster who's lived for a very long time. All the knowledge he has is what he peeked into... He even bites his tongue when he's performing magic tricks!"

"After all these years, Merlin still hasn't learned how to teach systematic knowledge. He only knows how to dump all sorts of miscellaneous academic knowledge into your head like garbage, completely unaware that doing so is just holding you back!"

Putting aside Artoria's knowledge assessment form, the young man completely lost the demeanor expected of an assassin. He paced restlessly around the room, took Leticia's water glass and drank it all in one gulp, then slumped into a chair.

"All the subject matter is mixed up together. How can I help you organize it in this situation? That's it."

"The teaching failed."

In an atmosphere reminiscent of the eve of a nation's demise, Artoria crouched in shame in the corner, while Leticia picked up the evaluation form of the ahoge (cowlick) and scanned it quickly, her eyes gradually becoming bewildered.

Economics, political science, sociology, psychology, history, anthropology, geography, physics, chemistry, biology, mathematics, computer science, statistics, agronomy, animal husbandry, environmental science... This was the first time she had ever seen someone write a short essay about their major subjects.

"Is this the famous King Arthur...? How terrifying."

She suddenly understood Shuoyue's despair. This was a height that people with a normal lifespan could never reach in their entire lives. King Arthur himself was a walking encyclopedia, the crystallization of human knowledge. Even if a little bit of his knowledge were leaked, it would be an unbearable burden for 'mortals'.

"But didn't Lady Joan of Arc say that Mordred was an artificial human created by the enchantress Morgana to replace King Arthur? Logically speaking, she should be comparable to King Arthur..."

The girl's whisper reached the ears of Shuoyue and Artoria, instantly illuminating their eyes.

Coincidentally, on the other side, separated by a magical image, Shakespeare, who had been brought there by Amakusa, also fell into a state of impotent rage.

"My God, my old pal! For God's sake, why didn't you make more choices? Oh, I mean, Mordred, you can destroy a country, how could you become so stupid from the start? It's unbelievable! Damn it, this is terrible, I swear I really think so!"

Faced with Shakespeare's stilted translation style that made one want to kick him in the butt with a pointed boot, Mordred was unusually silent. Her usually lion-like blue eyes were filled with dazzling starlight, constantly swirling, somewhat like a microcosm of the Milky Way, making people involuntarily lose their senses and become mesmerized—in short, like they were dumbfounded, commonly known as mosquito coil eyes.

Before her, the Encyclopædia Britannica was on page two, showing that humans had only evolved to the level of apes, echoing Xiao Mo's foolishness at that moment.