Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Shakespeare was pulling at his hair when Amakusa patted him on the shoulder. Despite being on opposing sides, the two looked at each other and felt a sense of mutual appreciation, like heroes in their twilight years.

No wonder a renowned literary figure, a saint of education, was so helpless. Although, with Lion's help, Mordred was at least willing to listen to the lectures, however—

Eyes: Hmm, I've learned it!

Brain: No, you don't have one.

So, with her eyes closed and open again, the classroom lesson was over. Faced with Shakespeare's classroom quiz, Mordred cheerfully declared: "I don't know!" This infuriated the great writer to the point of vomiting blood—if knowledge is an ocean, then Mordred is probably a freshwater fish; there's something wrong with her species.

Even Shakespeare and Amakusa are helpless against her. I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone as stupid as you. When it comes to studying, show the same tenacity you have when you're about to die and stab your father in the back!

"I say, what on earth are you all doing? If this little girl can't be taught, then don't teach her," the Empress said impatiently, arms crossed. "What's the point of helping the enemy? We're just wasting our time."

“No, things have come to this point, the reasons are no longer so important.” Amakusa sighed and smiled wryly, “The main thing is that I want to win.”

"Yes, yes, this is the damned competitive spirit of us men. You could say that all men in the world are the same."

"Boring." The Empress scoffed coldly, turned and left. "I'm leaving."

Before she could finish speaking, Amakusa grabbed her. Under Semiramis's shocked gaze, the young priest pouted, revealing a somewhat aggrieved expression, "Can you help me?"

It was as if Cupid had drawn his bow and shot an arrow through the Empress's heart, draining away all the poison and intrigue within, leaving only the weakness she had almost forgotten.

"There's really no other way, so let me lend you a hand... my slave."

"Oh, so this is what they mean by 'Once love enters a person's heart, it can't be driven away by scolding or beating. Since it's in your life, it will possess everything about you'—Waaah!"

Sabi, who was freely expressing his inspiration, finally met his end. He clutched his throat, his face ashen, and was thrown out by the Empress. The languid beauty in the black dress took her seat, sitting close to the white-haired saint.

"Let me see just how stupid this little girl, Hong, really is."

"You're the idiot, you vile woman!" Mordred snapped back instantly, but the Empress was in a good mood and just chuckled. "I've learned enough knowledge to rule the world in just a few years, unlike some people who can't even understand a basic encyclopedia."

"I didn't! It's just because..."

Since my father is gone and Britain has long since perished, what is the point of my studying?

Mordred, who had fallen silent, was suddenly struck by magical light. Two figures stepped out of the diamond-shaped space, carrying a thick stack of exam papers and books. Before the stunned crowd, Shuoyue barely peeked out.

"The transmission was slightly off? Oh well, it doesn't matter, it'll be delivered anyway."

Then, with two loud thuds, two stacks of books, each half a person tall, landed in front of Mordred, like small mountains, making her stare wide-eyed. Shuoyue and Artoria, on the other hand, took a step back in unison, clapped their hands, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"New Moon, what is this?" Looking at the familiar setup through the projection, Amakusa had a bad feeling.

"Hmm? Aren't you a saint from the Far East? Oh right, the year is wrong here, this kind of thing hasn't become popular yet..." Shuoyue muttered a few words, then twitched the corners of her mouth and gave Mordred a creepy smile.

"This is what's called the 'sea of ​​questions' strategy!"

The "sea of ​​questions" approach, a teacher's magic weapon, is a student's nightmare. It's a quagmire of struggle, a hell of no return. Countless successful people, recalling their own naive days, will invariably dig a huge pit for the next generation, watching with expectant eyes as they fall into it, never to return.

Tomorrow you will thank yourself for your hard work today. Study as hard as you can, keep going!

Mordred's intuition was screaming a warning, and she was about to run away when she saw her ahoge (cowlick) twitch and Artoria emerge from the pile of books, patting the desk with a bright smile.

"Look, look, Mordred! This is what Shuoyue and I bought for you from thousands of miles away in China: 'Nine Years of College Entrance Examination Simulation,' 'Ten Years of Complete Langang Exam Questions,' and 'Teaching and Learning: From Beginner to Tomb'... With these, we're sure we can teach you well!"

I can definitely teach you well!

Mordred had never seen his father smile so brightly before… He stared blankly at the smiling Artoria, his tone softening unconsciously.

"it is good."

At this moment, Xiao Mo has no idea what kind of terror awaits him in the future. If it could be summarized in one sentence...

One night, one pen, one miracle, one corpse—

Correction: There are seven bodies.

Chapter 522 This child was raised by us.

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And so, the long war finally came to an end, and the night was deep, as if even the stars had been swallowed up.

The golden-haired saintess opened her mouth and closed her eyes, her delicate body limp; the magnificent holy king leaned against the wall, his lips cracked; the pink-haired paladin scratched his head, giving up thinking; the immaculate android girl breathed rapidly, as if drowning; the mysterious assassin closed his eyes, his face serene; the ferocious necromancer held his forehead, in unbearable pain…

On the other side of the magic screen, the sage of the Far East covered his face with a book, lifeless; the empress in the black dress rubbed her temples, her mind blank.

As for that great writer, he had collapsed in agony at the doorway, unable to speak, with the melody of "The Flower of Hope" playing around him.

Incidentally, Lingxia left the church early to ensure that little Jack could get enough sleep, thus preventing a tragedy.

—The Fourth Holy Grail War has now come to an end.

There are no winners in this battle.

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However, among the scattered corpses, there was one person who did not give up. In the deathly atmosphere, her blue eyes were as sharp as a lion's, and as bright as lightning breaking through the night, shining brightly in the flickering lamplight.

That's Mordred, the Servant of the Red Team, Seiya Kairi. She hasn't fallen yet; she's still fighting!

Even though the pile of test papers on the table almost crushed it, and even though the empty pen refills formed a small mountain, those hands did not stop. Those hands, accustomed to wielding swords, were still writing exercises, recording the miracle of this one night!

With a crisp 'snap', it was as if a switch had been turned on, and electricity flowed through their limbs and bones. The dolls in the room were then given new power, and they stood up shakily and creaking, their eyes flashing with an eerie light.

Facing the group of zombies with her head held high, Xiao Mo couldn't help but sigh and held up her homework: "I'm done!"

"Come, let me see!" Despite her deathbed, Shuoyue suddenly sat up, snatching the book. Two similar-looking blonde girls appeared behind her, surrounding her like bodyguards. Their sweet fragrance filled the air, but none of the three paid any attention to the intimate atmosphere. They were only focused on nervously scanning every question in the book, afraid of finding any mistakes.

The unbearable silence didn't last long. With a sigh of relief, Shuoyue tossed the homework into the air, where white flowers and doves bloomed under the orange light.

"Completely correct!"

Music began to play in the darkness. Amidst the swirling snowflakes, Artoria covered her mouth, Jeanne's eyes welled up with tears, Sieg and Astolfo embraced, Shishio took off his sunglasses and wiped them, and Amakusa sprang into action, only to fall into the arms of the Empress who had suddenly stood up.

"Oh, oh, oh, it's back! Our beautiful voice is back!" Sabbie exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes. "Just as I said: 'Love can work miracles. Love that has been destroyed, once rebuilt, is more magnificent, more beautiful, and more resilient than before!'"

No one paid any attention to Sabie's self-pity, but as he said, tonight's results were a miracle. Who could have imagined that Mordred had learned everything from elementary education to high school graduation in just a few hours?

Even if Servants' learning abilities far surpass those of humans, it is still unbelievable that they could condense a span of more than ten years into one night, especially without the involvement of Master Ma.

Regardless of who they were in the past—heroes, knights, emperors—at this moment, they are all cheering and enjoying the exhilarating feeling of all their troubles being swept away.

Three hours! Do you know how we spent those three hours?!

Not only do they have to teach Mordred knowledge, but they also have to make Artoria understand the order of teaching and stop Astolfo's wild ideas... Not to mention that Shuoyue has to ensure the logistical support for the gluttonous king, Shishijie has to take care of Mordred's mental state, and Jeanne d'Arc and Leticia have to drive away the idlers to avoid a fierce conflict between the black and red sides!

It felt like an eternity. At this moment, everyone looked at Mordred with love and a sense of accomplishment.

That child was raised by me. (Image)

"Are you my father?!" Under the gaze of several eyes, Mordred's face bulged with veins, but surprisingly he didn't get angry. "Alright, it's getting late. Thank you for your help, and then—get out of here! Aren't you tired?!"

After Momo said that, everyone felt a wave of fatigue wash over them. Although the special nature of Servants meant they didn't need to sleep, habits formed in people cannot be changed overnight.

Since the mission is accomplished, then... should we retreat?

"Although it still failed at the last minute... Well, let's head back then." Amakusa complained before signaling the Empress to shut down the magic light screen first.

"Speaking of which, who remembers what we originally wanted to do?"

"They started helping out of nowhere..."

Sieg and Astolfo spoke in hushed tones as they left the church.

"I'm going to grab some late-night snacks too. Shuoyueqing, is there any food left?"

"Ten portions have been left; let's have them to tide us over, Your Majesty."

Artoria and Sakumoku appeared together, with Shiki-kai following behind, his eyes gleaming.

"Then, I'll take my leave too."

Finally, Joan of Arc, having regained her body, bowed and closed the church doors.

Orange candlelight painted the night sky, and the church was a mixture of light and shadow. All the glitz and glamour had faded away. A wild girl, like a lion, leaned against the confessional, with ink-stained snow at her feet. Stars sang silently in the sky, and the cool night breeze dispelled the burning heat from her earlobes and blurred the flames in her heart.

The feigned anger vanished from his face, and as he sensed a certain emotion, Mordred couldn't help but want to burst into laughter.

When will she, the rebellious knight Mordred, ever feel lonely?

A knight who emulates the king's aloofness should also possess the king's unwavering spirit. Whether it's a hellish landscape strewn with corpses, a village set ablaze by her own hand, or an enemy envoy kneeling and begging... she will remain unmoved and silently depart.

Mordred did exactly that, and consistently did it exceptionally well.

However—after only a few hours of letting go of her resentment in one night and accepting the heroes' unreserved help out of a soft heart, she discovered that her proud aloofness was actually as fragile as a porcelain doll displayed in a glass case. Her heart, which was unmoved by pleas, cruelty, and ridicule, crumbled in the face of companionship, help, and cheers.

No one enjoys the tedious, rote memorization of practice problems, even if it's a shortcut to knowledge; the hardship along the way can be unbearable. But Mordred gritted her teeth and persevered.

The moment Shuoyue announced the end, she breathed a sigh of relief. The cheers around her even startled her. When she came to her senses, Mordred felt as if she had been electrocuted, and an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and emotion enveloped her.

—In her short life, no one has ever celebrated her existence and her achievements with such joy as tonight.

The encounters between people are so wondrous, like a campfire on a snowy night, drawing travelers into their tracks. This was true for the newborn android girl, and also for the rebellious knight who had endured war and destroyed her country.

But since fate has granted me such wonderful, fleeting pleasure, why must time cruelly take it away?

Even her father, after completing the mission, left her behind without a second thought, departing with the young man who appeared to be a Knight of the Round Table, without even saying goodbye.

Let's just treat it as a dream.

Muttering to herself, the girl began to gather the pile of books that had formed a small mountain. Just as she was considering whether to use her Noble Phantasm to destroy these painful yet joyful memories, or even not bring them back to the Throne of Heroes, the church door opened once again, and the aroma of pancakes wafted out, making the girl's mouth water.

Mordred turned her head in surprise and saw Artoria, who had the same face as her and was now walking towards her with a satisfied expression. Although she was a little stiff, she still handed the bag in her hand to her.

"This was made by Shuo Yueqing herself, give it a try."

Everyone had left, and at this moment, only two figures remained in the church: a conflicted father and son. Perhaps it was the 'wise mode' after the passion subsided, as both of them had incredibly calm expressions. Mordred subconsciously opened his mouth, only to be surprised to find that he had blurted out something.

Why...why do this?

"Let's eat first." Artoria didn't answer immediately. She thought for a moment and even added awkwardly, "It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Hmph, that's not genuine concern at all, I don't care.

Mordred struggled to suppress the smirk that was about to curl into a smile as she reached out and took the bag. Then she felt a gentle breeze on her face as her father, who was about the same height as her, leaned against the table.

"You...this...? Father...King Arthur?!"

"Actually, you are more popular than I thought, Lord Mordred."

Ignoring Mordred's astonishment, Artoria stared blankly, lost in her memories.

Not only Shuo Yueqing, who had been trying to help the two of them, but also Liu Daolingxia, who had given them some pointers, just now, Shizi Jieli, that necromancer and mercenary, even though they were on opposing sides, even though it was of no benefit to him, even though his life was in danger, still gritted his teeth and blocked her way to go to the dry rice.