Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

A rhombus-shaped space unfolded, and a white-haired, golden-eyed youth stepped out and spoke:

"This is a very simple matter. Violators should be punished, and rebels should be punished. There is an old Chinese saying, 'To atone for one's crimes through meritorious service,' which is the path Lancelot has chosen. Do you still want to refuse? Do you still want to go against his wishes and drive your knights into madness?"

These words struck her heart like a bolt of lightning. She suddenly realized her shallowness; what she called forgiveness was probably poisonous in the eyes of others.

Imposing one's will on others is not tolerance, but rather a form of oppression.

“Lancelot, I will allow you to atone for your sins. If you can fight alongside me, I will forgive your crimes, my dearest friend.”

Upon hearing this, Lancelot finally revealed a hearty smile.

His wish in this Holy Grail War has been fulfilled at this moment!

"Yes, my king! I, Lancelot, will fight for you with all my might!"

The assassination plot against Iskandar has now failed, and in the new moon, Lancelot and Miyu reunited. While dealing with the offensive of Aristotle and the priests, they briefly discussed the matter and quickly made a decision.

That's a head-on battle!

Although even four Servant-level fighters were useless against an army of tens of thousands, the same was true for Iskandar – even if all the Heroic Spirits of the present world shared the burden, it wouldn't last long to support a Reality Barrier of this scale.

Right now, it's a matter of who will have the last laugh.

“I have a proposal for this, which is to rotate.” Shuoyue stood protectively beside Meiyou, spreading her arms to shield everyone from the overwhelming barrage of javelins and magic. “While having fewer people is certainly a disadvantage, from another perspective, the area affected by the attack is also much smaller.”

“I see… Once we break out of the encirclement, as long as someone holds the front, we can deal with the army’s offensive.” Lancelot, who had cooperated with Shuoyue to annihilate three thousand of his comrades’ cavalry and hinder Antigonus and his men’s advance, immediately understood. “Especially those firearms that Lord Shuoyue brought out, in my hands, are truly excellent weapons against the army.”

"Not only that, but from the start of the 'King's Army' until now, almost time has passed. Holding the holy sword, his gaze fixed intently on Iskandar, who was issuing commands in the distance, "If it were me, I would already be gathering my forces, preparing for a decisive battle."

If they wait until the Conqueror King's army arrives, they will be attacked from both sides and will only face defeat.

"Shuoyue, is your magic still working? We need to get rid of this harassment as soon as possible."

"It's possible, but it won't work. That old man keeps interfering with space." Shuoyue gestured towards Aristotle's direction.

"So, it means we have to kill Aristotle first...?"

“But this is difficult, he is surrounded by priests.”

Lancelot's expression was grave.

Although they are all holy sword wielders, their respective masters can only withstand a very limited amount of magical energy consumption. If they were to unleash their Noble Phantasms now, they would likely find it difficult to recover during the Conqueror King's all-out attack.

“In that case, I’ll go.” Shuoyue said casually, “He’s just a mere scholar; I have plenty of ways to deal with him.”

"Then I'll leave it to you, Shuoyueqing. Please be sure to take care of yourself."

卿？

Shuoyue was taken aback. Looking at the serious-looking girl with the ahoge on her face, the smile on her lips suddenly deepened.

"Yes, my king."

The next moment, he transformed into a blur and rushed toward Aristotle, who was surrounded by many guards.

After he left, Lancelot glanced at Miyu and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Your Majesty, what was your form of address to His Excellency Shuoyue just now?"

"Hmm, is there a problem?" She tilted her head in confusion, clearly feeling much more relaxed after resolving her misunderstanding with Lancelot.

"Shuoyueqing, isn't that a title reserved for us Knights of the Round Table?"

"Ah!" Only then did he belatedly realize, "But, perhaps it was because he addressed me as 'My King,' that I unconsciously..."

"Lord Shuoyue?" Lancelot couldn't help but chuckle mischievously upon hearing this. "It seems that even someone as proud as him is willing to follow in your footsteps. Ah, just like I was back then."

Although he was constantly affected by the berserk state, Lancelot only lost his sanity; he still remembered everything from the past.

No one knew better than him exactly how much effort that young man put in every day.

To become an unparalleled martial artist, one needs both talent and diligence.

To become a shrewd strategist, one needs to plan and deduce.

But what that young man possessed was far more than just the sum of those two.

Even after regaining his senses, he dared not say that he could defeat Shuoyue, or this young man who was not even a Heroic Spirit.

Suddenly, Lancelot's heart stirred, and he looked sharply at the distant new moon, then glanced at his king with a strange look.

I and Kariya are doomed to defeat—the effects of the Command Seals can only last for a short time, and a Master who has returned to chaos and lost the Command Seals has no chance of winning in the Holy Grail War, which is full of powerful figures.

However, Lancelot did not feel resentful. His wish had been fulfilled, but there was still someone he couldn't let go of.

That is their king, who manifests in the world through his profession.

Kariya's current wish is wrong. Although he understands and does not intend to stop it, their defeat is inevitable. But the queen is different. Someone must protect the queen and accompany her to the last moment, until this serious and stubborn queen resolves her inner conflict.

So, who will protect the king?

It seems he has found the right person.

Chapter 137 The Reins of the Knights and the Unbroken Lake

[The encyclopedia entry has been updated]

[Record Condition 3: 'Liberate Lancelot from madness', completed.]

[Reward: One full projection attempt of 'Undamaged Lake'!]

[The encyclopedia entry has been updated]

[Hidden condition 4*: 'Unravel Lancelot's inner conflict' has been completed.]

[Reward: Proof of the Round Table!]

After dozens of chapters of dormancy, the Destiny Compendium finally showed some activity. Shuoyue glanced at the message and said, "Little Destiny, explain what the 'Round Table Proof' means?"

[Explanation begins]

[Proof of the Round Table: This proof is activated and transformed into an inherent skill upon being recognized by the Knight King or by more than half of the Knights of the Round Table.]

[After the skill takes effect, you will gain the 'Knight of the Round Table' trait, which can increase one of your stats except 'Luck'. Once decided, this trait cannot be changed.]

[Additionally, this proof will be strengthened after defeating other Knights of the Round Table.]

"So it's some kind of voucher, right? I didn't expect there to be such a strange reward." Shuoyue muttered to herself before abruptly stopping in her tracks.

A golden beam of light descended from the sky and landed in front of the new moon, the heat contained within it burning the sand and gravel on the ground into crystals.

"Who?"

“Stop here, young man,” the old man with the cane said, his voice strong and clear. “A wise man does not pursue pleasure but strives to avoid unpleasantness. This is not the place for you to vent your fighting spirit.”

"Oh? Aristotle?" Shuoyue said with a mocking expression, carrying her red spear. "I do know a scholar named Archimedes, whom I've killed several times already, haven't I?"

Faced with this insult, a slight commotion arose within the priesthood, but Aristotle calmly raised his hand, signaling for silence:

"If it's that scholar who hates humanity, then I'm not surprised you have a reason to kill him. But young man, don't underestimate this old man."

Round and round, the golden magic circle rose into the air. The old man, whose class was [class name missing], chanted incantations rapidly, while the priests beside him chanted prayers, channeling their magic power into the old man's body. With their combined efforts, the magic circle behind Aristotle became increasingly terrifying.

Faced with the sage's all-out effort, Shuoyue merely frowned and sighed:

"To be honest, I prefer fighting warriors. It's always best to take down mages as soon as possible... Well then, sorry."

A mysterious card appeared in Shuoyue's hand, which he patted against his chest:

Dream Summoning

The back of the vehicle flips over, the hand grips the reins, and the image of the driver of the chariot magnifies in an instant, overlapping with the new moon—

"Lend me your power, R!"

The pure white Pegasus with wings on its back neighed loudly, accompanied by the clanging of iron rods. The tall young man leaned low on the horse's back and slowly removed the blindfold covering his face.

Under the influence of the class card, his eyes turned a bewitching crimson gold, as if blood were flowing within them:

"Demon Eye, Cooper, open your eyes!"

Under the Petrifying Eye, anything with magic power of C rank or lower will be unconditionally petrified. Even if the body is not petrified, the person affected will have all their abilities reduced by one level.

Unfortunately, even Aristotle himself did not possess magic power above grade C.

Therefore, the moment the blindfold was removed, everything that came into Shuoyue's view could only end up being "petrified".

However, the new moon did not give up easily, but instead flicked the reins, releasing the name of the treasure:

"Reins of the Riding Hero!"

The mythical creatures of the Age of Gods let out a melodious long cry, and with their hooves pounding, Pegasus and the new moon transformed into a bright shooting star, rushing toward the immobilized Aristotle and his companions.

Facing the silver meteor, Aristotle, whose petrification was spreading towards his upper body, stroked his beard and couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, you actually lost in the intelligence war, huh? A gem-level Mystic Eye, a Pegasus of the Fantasy Species, I'm not wronged in my defeat... So, how are you going to deal with this next?"

He was a scholar by nature, and shouting for war was not his style. If he hadn't not seen his students for so long, Aristotle wouldn't have even answered the call.

The silver light engulfed everything. As the power of the treasure dissipated, the ancient Greek sage vanished into the sandstorm along with the Egyptian priesthood. Meanwhile, Shuoyue, riding her celestial horse, continued her swift journey, returning to the group.

"Shuoyue?"

"No time to explain, get in the car quickly!"

He scooped up the girl who had cried out in surprise and put her behind him. Miyu had already obediently snuggled into Shuoyue's arms. Lancelot looked left and right, when suddenly he was bound hand and foot by Tie Chun and thrown high into the sky. He was dragged away amidst screams.

Just after Shuoyue and her group of four swiftly retreated, the magic circle, which had been imbued with the magical power of Aristotle and the priesthood, completely overloaded and shattered. Terrifying magical power was unleashed, like a nuclear bomb exploding there, creating a mushroom cloud that shot straight into the sky.

"Hmm, you didn't make it in time?" Iskandar looked at the group of four who had escaped from the blast radius, his eyes showing little surprise. "But I still want to thank you, teacher."

"Your Majesty, the divine magic barrier has been fully activated. Those firearms will no longer be able to harm our army!"

"it is good!"

Having forced Shuoyue to reveal his second trump card and unleash his Noble Phantasm, consuming such a great deal of magical power—it's time.

Raise the sword of Cyprus high and shout:

"All troops, charge!"

"O la la la la—!" The battle cry was like a tidal wave. All the soldiers shouted loudly, took off, and charged forward.

The prelude of restraint and attrition is over; now the curtain rises on the decisive battle!

After charging recklessly until they reached the vicinity of the tower where Yan Ye and his wife were, Shuo Yue slowed down and dismounted with the others to adjust their posture.

The sounds of marching troops in the distance grew louder, and shouts from different dialects and slang grew closer, announcing the approach of the decisive battle.