Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"I command you with a command spell——"

"what?!"

Artoria turned around in surprise, only to see the young man in black robes clutching his chest as if enduring pain. His eyes did not look at anyone, but he spoke forbidden words to himself.

The closer people are to each other, the sharper the dagger they will forge if they choose to betray.

Let's reverse it.

And so, the holy light began to fall, the legendary king let out a painful cry, and a violent wind blew from the ends of the earth—

It tore everything in the rooftop garden to shreds.

Chapter 531 Artoria Alter, Summoned

Chapter 531 Artoria, summoned to the scene

As the new moon spoke, a Command Seal on his chest shone brightly—its dense magic eroded the hero's thoughts, whether of bystanders or those directly involved.

how is this possible.

Bystanders were horrified by the new moon's decisiveness and ruthlessness. She disregarded the bond with King Arthur and resolutely used Command Seals to trample on the dignity of the heroic spirit, causing her unbearable pain.

The person in question, however, was plunged into a deeper level of anguish. The constraints imposed by the Command Seals were only temporary. With her magical resistance, she could easily break free from a single constraint. Even if all three Command Seals were used to command her to commit suicide, it would be difficult for her to do so.

However, although it was through Command Seals, "something" about the young man in front of her began to violently shake her will, making Artoria sway precariously. It was not something that could be blocked by magic power, but rather a curse from a more conceptual place, like an abyss.

"Shuoyueqing... what have you done..."

"There's no need to hide your confusion or regret. What I need is not your strength as a hero, but your ruthlessness in achieving your goals by any means necessary. Even if the final destination is an ideal, you can choose ruthless methods without hesitation. What I need is the persistence of a human being."

Shuoyue whispered these words to Artoria, who was kneeling on one knee, and then touched her chest again:

“I command you once again with a command spell—remember your anger toward yourself and your lamentation toward the world around you.”

The poison formed by the second Command Seal disintegrated the magic resistance and was injected into Artoria's body. As her vision flickered, the girl recalled the faces of all sorts of people she had seen before.

A typical greedy lord, his legs trembling, wailed and cried:

【I understand. Let me submit to you, and let me praise you as your vassal!】

So, please don't kill me, King (monster)!

A handsome, red-haired man turned and left the round table, walking further and further away.

The king doesn't understand people's hearts.

A child who resembled her but rebelled against her roared:

Why won't you look at me! Answer me, answer me, King Arthur!

The holy lance flashed, piercing the knight's chest. The crimson blade shattered her skull, and blood flooded her vision. The burning hatred transcended time and space, like a wicked black widow, climbing onto the body of the holy king.

"Uhhhhhhhh-!"

The king, unable to bear it any longer, let out a mournful cry. This pain was witnessed by the stunned onlookers, which enraged the young girl who was also a Knight of the Round Table. She drew her sword and stepped forward, magic exploding behind her, propelling her forward like a bullet.

"You bastard, stop right now!"

If a knight were to descend as a swordsman, he would surely be able to stop the assassins' atrocities.

This obvious common sense relieved the Servants and Masters. No matter how powerful the new moon was, he was in a state of paralysis due to using Command Seals. If he wanted to resist Mordred's impact, he had to stop his Master's actions and fight as a Servant. This would give King Arthur, who was falling into a bad state, a chance to catch his breath.

However, this sense of security crumbled within seconds.

"boom!"

"what?!"

The clash of weapons mingled with gasps of astonishment. Though the once radiant holy sword had fallen into darkness, blocking Mordred's path was none other than the writhing King Arthur. Incredibly, Mordred let out a worried roar:

"Even now, you're still thinking about protecting your Master? My foolish father!"

Artoria didn't reply. She gritted her teeth, but the blade in her hand didn't retreat an inch. Instead, she exerted even more force, knocking Mordred back. Behind her, Shuoyue had a stiff expression, her fingertips clenched, and blood was flowing from her chest.

"I command you again with the Command Seal——"

This statement completely stunned the participants of the Holy Grail War. In an instant, they threw away three Command Seals. Unlike those who were already on the verge of death, it would be a foolish act to waste their last Command Seals against King Arthur, who would only become more unreasonable after the reversal.

—Ah, is it because of guilt that you resigned yourself to handing over the right to punish me?

Artoria did not think it was foolish for New Moon to use up her last Command Seal. The first Command Seal damaged her spirit, the second Command Seal disintegrated her defenses, and this third Command Seal, with its unconscious acceleration, was a booster for her transformation into an otherworldly being. In the face of numerous enemies, this would undoubtedly greatly increase her chances of success.

Now that she has grasped the true nature of the power that erodes her, such elements and curses can indeed reverse her 'strategy' and drag her down from the clouds of incorruptibility.

This was an act that deserved anger, an enemy that deserved revenge, yet even so, Artoria could not stop herself from acting, as if her previous words were all lies. No matter what form Shuoyueqing took, the sword in her hand would still be wielded to protect this young man.

Because he was the one she, the queen who had lost everything, wanted to protect no matter what.

So that's it. What binds me isn't the Command Seals, but the emotions hidden deep within my heart—

By the time she finally realized it, Shuoyue had already used up her last Command Seals.

"Go and accept... the clothes on the ground (your true nature)."

A raging storm swept across the land, destroying the grass and trees in the courtyard and drying up the water that had fallen into the sky. The onlookers covered their faces in distress, almost shedding tears. Just when everyone's vision was obscured, a flash of golden light appeared and disappeared in an instant.

The fallen Lucifer broke off a wing and gifted the cold black feather to the equally heartless king. The silver armor was stained black, and red and black tattoos surged like a tide, covering the girl's entire body. Even the holy sword was stained with a jet-black color.

The heart pounded violently, as if it were dying or being reborn, mixing with the 'sludge' transformed from the Command Seals, leaving radial patterns that resembled scars on the heart.

At the same time, the hero's groaning stopped abruptly, and amidst the clanging of armor, the newly born Black King stood up.

Facing this heroic spirit, Shuoyue maintained her hand-on-chest posture and asked:

"How does it feel to become an otherworldly being? If you still want to choose the path opposite to mine, just point your sword at me."

"You bastard... what's the use of saying all this now!" Mordred glared at Shuoyue, but a hurricane struck, and she was thrown out again with a muffled groan.

"Lord Mordred, do I need to teach you the proper way not to interrupt others when they are speaking?"

As the demonic sword fell, Artoria, who had already reversed her position, ignored the fallen Mordred. Her golden eyes remained fixed on the new moon, and she stepped forward step by step towards him, her killing intent growing stronger as she got closer.

Under the almost suffocating, dragon-like oppressive feeling, all the Servants realized one thing again: that Sakumo had lost control of King Arthur's Command Seals. Even if this reversed king immediately chose to betray him, Sakumo could only flee in a sorry state or offer his neck for execution.

Click, click, click.

In the stagnant atmosphere, the girl-like king approached the youth. In the distance, a storm mixed with thunder came, accompanied by a red-eyed skeletal horse trampling the grass. Following behind the king, the Rungomminiad, symbolizing the anchor of the storm, also appeared in Artoria's hand.

As her liberated form unfolded, accompanied by increasingly heavy footsteps, the expressionless girl gradually transformed into a tall and voluptuous goddess, the cursed Queen of the Wild Hunt. As Artoria stood before the new moon, she extended her icy fingers to the young man's chest, blood trickling from her fingertips upwards with an indescribable meaning, before lifting her Master's chin.

The smells of blood, metal, and the cold aura emanating from the king filled the air. Shuoyue silently gazed at the girl he had personally transformed into this form, his emotions hidden deep within his eyes, a mixture of sorrow and joy.

If Artoria chooses to stab him with her spear, then his plan will be ruined.

"What a cunning person." Looking at the silent youth, the dark golden eyes were full of predatory amusement. "I ask you, are you my Master?"

The familiar lines finally caused a slight ripple in Shuoyue's expression, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"That is so, so fight for me, my king."

"Ah, then grant your humble request, my prince."

With a deft flick of her fingers, Artoria cleanly and swiftly pierced the crescent moon. She whistled, and her beloved horse, Ramree, reared up and neighed, its hooves thundering. The king, wielding the cursed spear, unhesitatingly turned her weapon towards her master's enemy:

"Artoria, answer my call! Like my steed devouring thunderclouds, my spear will shatter all walls and destroy all obstacles in your path!"

Only then did everyone snap out of their shock at Artoria's transformation. Seeing King Arthur revert to his ruthless self, Mordred's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. She roared like a lion, unleashing a burst of crimson lightning that shattered the storm.

! ! ! "

Moreover, Joan of Arc's labored cries also served as a reminder to the distracted heroes.

"Help me... ugh... the giant is growing again, and I can't hold on much longer!"

The original giant Adam, the reversed King Arthur.

When the blue side stops hiding and plays their trump card without restraint, how should the black and red sides respond?

"Mordred, go and confront King Arthur! Atalanta, you provide support! Astolfo and I will assist Joan of Arc and the Empress in defeating the puppet! Achilles, you two go and restrain the new moon; don't let him do anything dangerous again!"

The forest sage gave instructions in the shortest time, and no one objected. Even Semiramis, who was among the kings, merely pursed his lips before rhythmically moving his hands to once again restrict the paradise created by the giants.

Crimson lightning tore through the storm. Atalanta glanced at the new moon and rushed to the battlefield without hesitation. Achilles leaped up, summoned his chariot, and charged toward his former comrade-in-arms with murderous intent!

The rhomboid space unfolded, and the new moon disappeared into it, avoiding the first wave of attacks. He looked at Achilles, who was relentlessly pursuing him, and then at the giants who were clearly inferior in quality to the first giants extermination team due to Siegfried's restraint. A cruel smile appeared in his eyes.

"You think you can replace the giant Adam... that's like exchanging pieces on a chessboard. Pay the price!"

"No, Shuoyue, there's another option." The chariot sped towards Shuoyue like a shooting star, carrying Achilles. "That is to let me defeat you as quickly as possible, and then go to assist my teacher!"

"Is that so? Then try to catch up with me!" As Shuoyue spread her hands, the golden electric orb on her chest absorbed the free magic power, and countless magic formulas were drawn in her hands, expanding her domain to its fullest extent while the Empress had no time to pay attention.

"I'd like to see how you, with just your brute strength, can catch up with me!"

Siegfried once again clashed with Karna, Chiron, Astolfo, the Empress, and Joan of Arc joined forces to fight the giant Adam, Mordred charged toward her father, Atalanta followed in her wake, and in the sky, the figures of Achilles and the new moon appeared and disappeared like ghosts, constantly intersecting.

Thus began the all-out war between the black, red, and blue factions. Meanwhile, in the distant reaches of time, a figure sat in front of a magic screen broadcasting a live stream, suddenly embracing a little girl in a red dress beside him, trembling with fear.

Draco: ?

"Your Majesty, if my boss comes at me with a sword and beats me up, you must stop him for me!" The man was truly panicked at this moment. Looking at Artoria, who was showing no mercy, he felt as if the end of the world had come.

"That old bastard Merlin has to do something! If even he can't turn our king back... I don't want to be feeding her junk food all the time! Besides, I definitely prefer being on top!"

"Even though he's so scared, he's still thinking about these things..." Draco wagged his tail, somewhat speechless.

Besides, is this idiot unaware of it?

If that Saber was still in her original form, how could a mere three Command Seals possibly reverse her mind and body?

Although the reversal process could be shortened to a thousand words, I thought that the ahoge (cowlick) deserves more attention in writing, including her emotions and emotional journey. If it's too fast, I feel that the bond between Sakumo and Artoria will be lacking. After all, she's the mascot who has been with us all along (laughs).

Chapter 532 The Spiral of Fate

For Karna, the hero who gave alms, his life can be simply summarized in three sentences.

Do what you can within your capabilities.

Give back as much as you can of what is asked of you.

Then seriously accept all the consequences of doing so.

In stark contrast to his luxurious armor and dazzling guns, Karna lived a simple life.