Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Then I'll tell you, my wish is to save the world," Shuoyue said teasingly. "How about it, with such a noble wish, can I borrow your power?"

Sieg fell silent again. The innocent android had not yet learned to lie and pretend. She would only give the answer from the bottom of her heart to Shuoyue after careful consideration.

"But if the right to redeem humanity is held by one person, then it's not salvation, but rather discrimination, isn't it?"

This time, it was Shuoyue's turn to fall silent. He quietly held his teacup, and after a long while, he smiled slightly and stood up.

"That would make me seem hypocritical, wouldn't it? Fine then, let me reiterate my wish—I want to reverse the end of a world and save humanity. And this has nothing to do with any of you."

I will destroy you; it has nothing to do with you.

Conversely, the same applies.

"This will be a lonely battle, teacher," Zieg whispered after a moment.

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue showed her first smile since arriving in the room.

"As I've told you before: it's always been that way."

Despite the madness in the smile, Zig felt a pang of sadness. She was about to say something when Shuoyue stood up.

"I have received your graduation thesis, my dear student. You have graduated from my hands. Strive toward the stars, Zieg—may the light of us heroes forever illuminate your journey."

After offering her farewell blessing, Shuoyue stood up. Just then, the door opened, and a pink-haired paladin with a ponytail rushed in.

"Master, Master, Master, Master! I have something to tell you, I'm going to take a bath tonight!"

The solemn atmosphere was instantly shattered. Zig looked at the dirty-looking Afu, who looked like he had rolled in the mud, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single word: "...Okay."

So, carefree Astolfo hummed a song and closed the bathroom door, leaving Shuoyue and Zig staring at each other, then sighing in unison.

"Oh, right, Sieg, there's one more thing. I hope to borrow a few androids to help me record data. Don't worry, there won't be any danger to their lives." Looking at the bewildered Sieg, Shuoyue joked, "Consider it the 'price' for me to impart knowledge to you."

"Hmm." Sieg was a little shy, but he still nodded in agreement. "I will talk to Duer (the leader of the homunculi) and just bring them back by tomorrow."

"Don't worry, it will be over tonight."

Shuoyue wanted to say something more, but there was another knock on the door, and at the same time, a girl's voice rang out.

"Is Sieg here? I've brought you some practice materials at Mr. Togold's request."

Is that Joan of Arc's voice?

The annoyance at being disturbed vanished from his face in an instant. When Zig looked at Shuoyue, he found that his teacher had already opened the bathroom door and, without caring that there were other people inside, had rushed in.

With a click, the door was closed.

"Teacher...why are you hiding?"

Zig didn't understand, but since Shuoyue was already prepared, she simply didn't think too much about it, stepped forward, and opened the door.

"Good evening,

Chapter 527 First Meeting, I am Shuoyue

"Huh, Shuoyue...?" Inside the shower room, Astolfo had already casually stripped off his clothes. He wasn't flustered when he saw Shuoyue enter, and even stood there casually. "You have to come with me too... mmm mmm."

Shuoyue covered his mouth expressionlessly: "I'm just hiding from people, don't overthink it... And what's with that 'also'?"

"Mmm, mmm (It's Roland, he likes to take baths together)."

"If possible, please don't compare me to that perverted naked man."

"Ugh! (That's so mean!)"

To prevent Afu from shouting and attracting attention outside, Shuoyue turned on the shower. Outside the bathroom door, Sieg had already welcomed Joan of Arc in. As soon as she entered, Joan of Arc handed him the two bags she was carrying.

“Sieg, this is some material the magician Goldto brought you, it’s called… Black Beast Fat, and some Elven Root, he said it’s homework for tonight.” Jeanne paused, then asked curiously, “Homework? Does that mean Sieg was also assigned homework?”

“Yes, I am learning from Lord Gold, hoping to learn the art of creating androids from him… This is also the key to making androids completely independent.” Sieg took the materials brought by Jeanne, untied the bag, and the materials inside were just like in the game, all of them were quite rare and precious items. They looked like two small bags, but they were enough to rent a house on Fillmore Garden Street in London for a year.

Joan of Arc, however, didn't care about the value of the item. After satisfying her curiosity, she shook her hand, but the lingering smell made the saint frown: "It stinks... what should I do?"

"It's probably because of the black animal fat, after all, it's a magical material. But rinsing it with water will be fine," Sieg explained. Jeanne nodded and headed towards the bathroom.

"In that case, Zieg, may I use the restroom for a moment?"

ah?"

Sieg belatedly realized that he seemed to have messed something up. Since his teacher had hidden when Joan of Arc came, it must be because she didn't want to see her. But now, the Saintess was heading towards the room where his teacher was hiding—

The sound of running water in the bathroom clearly affected Shuoyue's perception of the outside world. Or perhaps, he was too busy dealing with the irrational Astolfo to imagine that his beloved disciple would betray him.

"Well, please wait!"

It was truly difficult for the artificial girl to fabricate an excuse in a moment of panic. Under Joan of Arc's questioning gaze, Sieg stammered for a long time before finally coming up with an excuse:

I'm in the bathroom right now...you don't mind?"

"Ah, no problem. After all, I'm not the kind of person who would be embarrassed by something like this."

Is this the problem?

Sieg gaped in disbelief, feeling his understanding of the saintess had been completely redefined. Joan of Arc took her silence as tacit agreement, turned around, and turned the bathroom doorknob. It was too late for Sieg to stop her.

Thus, a race against time to save lives unfolded in an instant.

In the first second—Shuoyue heard the sound, turned around in a flash, and pushed the naked Afu into the bathtub.

The next second—A-Fu, choking on water, struggled desperately and grabbed the assassin's black robe, his D-class strength coming into play.

In the third second—the sound of robes being torn off and undergarments being ripped was hidden among the sounds of water and doors opening.

In the fourth second—Joan of Arc pushed open the door and, through the hazy mist, glimpsed the bare-chested youth and the slender, delicate 'girl' pinned beneath him.

His amethyst pupils contracted, and even his dual-core brain lost its ability to respond due to the overwhelming amount of information. He could only watch helplessly as Shuoyue murdered Afu in the bathroom with a single chops, then projected new clothes onto her, turned around, and remained expressionless.

"What are you doing here?"

Behind Shuoyue, an arm emerged shakily from the bathtub, wobbled a few times, and then fell to the edge of the tub with a thud, as if accusing someone of the despicable act of pulling up their pants and then denying it.

Seeing that Joan of Arc was still in a daze, Shuoyue thought for a moment, then a wicked smile suddenly appeared on her lips. She took a step forward, lifted Joan's chin, cheek to cheek, eyes locked:

"I've seen yours, and now you've seen mine... We're even, aren't we?"

A deep, magnetic voice echoed in her ears, and Joan of Arc completely lost her mind. Her girlish instincts compelled her to take a deep breath and then unleash a scream powerful enough to shatter glass:

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"Hahaha, what an interesting development! I'm very satisfied!"

In the Red Team's Hanging Gardens, Shakespeare burst into laughter, while Shuoyue ignored his flamboyant gestures and brought the artificial humans borrowed from Duer and the mind-controlled death row inmates into the study.

"So, in the end, you didn't say anything at all?" Atalanta leaned back in her chair, her beast ears twitching slightly. "The final battle is tomorrow."

“It’s today, Atalanta,” Shuoyue replied softly. “Midnight has passed, and the Black Faction’s aircraft fleet is ready. They’ll probably be out in force in a few hours. Of course, I’ll complete the final experiment before then and send you back.”

Atalanta stood up, affectionately pressed against Shuoyue's back, and wrapped her arms around his waist: "Don't try to change the subject, okay? Felines are very sensitive. If you can't answer... hmph."

Noticing the pain in her lower back, Shuoyue couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Just spare me, what's there to talk about with that kind of thing?"

“I’m quite curious, after all, that saintess doesn’t seem to get along with you,” Atalanta chuckled. “You, New Moon, are the one who secretly manipulated this Holy Grail War, while she, Joan of Arc, is the saintess who decided this war. Although you seem similar in aura, your actions are completely opposite, not to mention—”

With a drawn-out tone, Atalanta peeked out from behind and scrutinized Shuoyue's expression: "If my love is decisive and merciless, then what is Joan of Arc's love like? In other words, what exactly did you foresee that made you repeatedly avoid the saint and unwilling to give her a chance to communicate... umm."

Atalanta's eyes flashed with a sly glint as she watched Shuoyue steal her lips, but this quickly turned into helplessness. She knew that she must have been right, which was why Shuoyue refused to let her speak further.

However, yes, the young man in front of me is rational to the point of indifference, but he is by no means someone who doesn't understand emotions. Since he chose this method himself, it must have been well thought out and doesn't need anyone else's opinion.

All I can do is silently accompany him through the final leg of this dream.

Unlike Artoria who came in her original form, the Heroic Spirits on the recording tapes are merely phantoms of themselves. Even if their memories are recovered, their experiences in the real world are nothing more than a movie at eight times the speed. Their emotions are weakened, and their love becomes thinner.

Perhaps it is for this reason that heroes become bolder, embarking on adventures they never had in their previous lives and pursuing the love they could not obtain in their past lives.

After a long silence, their lips parted, and Shuoyue gently stroked Atalanta's hair before glaring at the onlooker Shakespeare: "Ready?"

"Oh, oh! Of course, while we are good at slacking off, this is the one thing that even we can't wait to do!"

As if sensing the threat of "want to die?", Shakespeare quickly materialized his beloved book and shouted, "Well then, let's begin, just as I wrote in my poem—'After his death, he will be shattered into countless stars, and he will illuminate the beauty of heaven. Mankind will then love the night and no longer worship the brilliant sun!'"

"Enough with the nonsense." Shuoyue muttered, then snapped her fingers. Instantly, light and shadow shifted, and everyone, including the androids and death row inmates, appeared at the feet of the golden Grail. Before them, the masked Avisbroun remained silent like a puppet until Shuoyue looked at him, at which point he spoke curtly:

“I have already used the power of the Primordial Adam to set up the field, and you have plenty of time to use the Greater Grail.”

"Thank you very much, Hei Zhi." Shuo Yue nodded indifferently, then exchanged a glance with Shakespeare. Platinum light shone on her body again, and the great writer handed over the 'First Book', generously giving it to Shuo Yue, merging it with the miracle of the Third Law.

Under the mysterious power, the golden light flowing over the Greater Grail began to resonate. In the ethereal light, it seemed as if a call from another time and space came from a distant place. The book in the assassin's hand seemed to have eyes, scanning over the androids, humans and Servants who were the test subjects. After precise calculations and derivations, a satisfactory answer was obtained.

“It can be done.”

"Oh, really? Really? The world is about to be destroyed, but it will also be reborn, won't it!" Shakespeare instantly perked up, excitedly spreading his arms like a believer bathed in divine grace. But suddenly his expression turned somber, and his voice became hoarse:

"But are you ready, my Master? Before you lies a steep cliff and a biting mountain wind. Once you fall in, there will be no turning back."

What does this sentence mean...?!

Atalanta, who was completely unaware of the situation and had only been called to help, was slightly taken aback. She looked up at Shuoyue and found that the young man was also looking at her with a faint smile.

"It may be cliché, but it was wonderful to meet you, Atalanta. Rest assured, this is not a farewell, but simply my gratitude to you as 'I'm' speaking—"

In the next instant, an overwhelming platinum-gold light engulfed everything. As Atalanta and Shakespeare were stabbed and wept, the ancient book arrived on the other side of fate. The young man released Shakespeare's treasure and caught his own 'miracle'.

As the pages turned, mystery settled into the young man's heart, while the assassin closed his eyes, and deep within his soul, a sun rose slowly, hanging above the azure sea, refracting a rainbow-like radiance.

The long night has ended, and dawn has arrived.

[New Moon, already logged in]

【Welcome back】

"Yes, I'm back." The young man smiled easily, stretched lazily in front of the two puzzled Servants, and winked at them playfully.

Good morning, everyone, what a beautiful day!

Chapter 528 The decisive battle begins

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Before Ta-Miao and Sha-Bi, the young man in black robes was smiling, a very natural smile, as if he were infected by the silver-haired little girl's overly innocent smile.

"Dad, you seem to be in a very good mood today."