Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

—No, not all of them.

Sometimes, however, Karna would recall things that contradicted his experiences so far, realizing that in this world, there was only one hero constantly stirring up Karna's heart.

His name is Arjuna, a man with various nicknames such as "Shining Crown," "Victor," and "Wealthy Man," and beloved by all.

The man who took everything from Karna in exchange for his armor and gun.

Was Karna's feeling for Arjuna jealousy, or something else entirely?

Karna never understood this until his death, because he had never felt jealousy towards any being, and he simply could not give a concrete name to the emotion that had been troubling his mind.

...At the very beginning of this Holy Grail War, he also had a chance to understand this feeling.

The darkness seemed to reflect the image of Arjuna. Karna only realized this later when he heard his true name.

Siegfried, a tragic hero who inherited royal blood, wealth, fame, and everything else. But unlike Arjuna, his end was utterly tragic: assassination. He didn't even have time to wield his dragon-slaying sword; he was killed by a sniper striking the only weakness of his seemingly invincible body.

Karna considered the Heroic Spirits participating in the Holy Grail War to be exceptional beings. As allies, they were comrades who should help each other; as enemies, they were formidable opponents. In this sense, Karna could be said to understand the Heroic Spirits better than anyone else.

However, the only thing that interested him was Black. Even if they didn't exchange many words, if their weapons had clashed hundreds or thousands of times, they would naturally gain some understanding.

Despite being a being very similar to Arjuna, he was a man who was always yearning for something.

A man who had no regrets about dying a violent death, yet was pursuing something new.

And then—in everyone's eyes, a true hero.

That's exactly what he wanted—to fight himself again, to see himself as an enemy he had to defeat. For a warrior, this was arguably the highest honor, and also a source of great joy.

That battle, that promise—how exhilarating it must have been, even though he felt gratitude for humanity's livelihood and warm conversations. But it was far removed from "selfish desires"; it contained neither his own ambitions nor the joy that stirred his blood.

But this only exists on the battlefield. Upon reflection, for Karna, joy could only be found on the battlefield. It was a brief moment when one could surrender one's entire being to the tip of a spear, letting one's "true self" roam freely without any reservations.

To Karna, the sparks from swords and spears were like twinkling stars. A formidable opponent who effortlessly countered him, urging him to unleash his full power. Though somewhat ruthless, it was enough to make him feel that "my life exists for that one moment of joy."

In the instant the distance was created, the jewel of the Dragon Slayer's Demon Sword flashed with light, and Karna suddenly felt a shiver of joy sweep across his spine.

"Fantasy Great Sword·The Demon Lost!"

"Brahma, cover the earth!"

The blazing sun and the twilight collided once more, mixing together like wine poured into the same glass. Against the backdrop of the sky, the vast twilight and the scorching fire blended together, creating an indescribable and magnificent liquid that could drive even the most seasoned bar patrons mad, before being recklessly splashed into the blue sky.

In the unwittingly created spectacle, the two heroes roared with abandon. One was the son of the sun god, who had abandoned defense and was now even more dangerous, while the other was a steady and unyielding dragon slayer. Spear and sword clashed, and the sparks that flew made their minds go blank. Only in this moment did they forget about the Holy Grail War and their identities as Servants.

There is only the purest struggle for victory between heroes!

The cursed spear, shining at the end, summoned a storm; its immense power, like a charging red dragon, sent the fully armed knight flying.

"Gurgle...!" The visor cracked, shattering as it blocked an invisible attack, revealing the girl's defiant face. She looked up at the incomparably majestic King of the Wild Hunt, riding a skeletal steed, her eyes filled with resentment.

The rebellious knight Mordred usurped the "Radiant King's Sword," a sword originally reserved for the king, rejecting all other beings. However, Mordred forcibly grasped it, proudly proclaiming, "It is not the sword that chooses the king, but the king who chooses the sword."

For this reason, its sharpness is slightly inferior compared to when the king wielded it. However, the true value of this sword does not lie in its power—the function of this royal sword is "amplification," which enhances the king's prestige and blesses his battles.

Using this weapon, Mordred's 'Magic Release' skill was enhanced several times over, enabling her to jump and move with tremendous speed, transforming her into a comet, a humanoid bullet that is oblivious to everything else, negating and shattering all pretense.

However, even with such impact and destructive power, it was still resisted by the overwhelming storm blowing from the edge of the world, as if she were not fighting an enemy, but rather the wrath of nature and the world itself.

"Is this what you are after you've given up your power to restrain yourself, Father..." Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Mordred stood up, swaying as she raised her sword. However, the sound of hooves was deafening. As Mordred's eyes widened, Artoria, holding a spear, rode past her expressionlessly on her warhorse, leaving the girl with only an indifferent back view.

"You're no match for me." State the facts, the black-clad knight king looked at another battlefield, where Shuoyue was toying with Achilles with ease. But her intuition told Artoria that the Greek demigod was gathering the power for a fatal blow. Although that blow might not kill Shuoyue, she thought it was better to eliminate the threat as soon as possible.

Emma snorted with a spiritual sense and began to gallop with the king on her back. But the next moment, arrows rained down, the storm was torn apart, and Artoria silently swung her holy lance, once again stirring up the raging storm gathered by the wind. With only her strength and the weapon itself, she completely neutralized Atalanta's Noble Phantasm attack.

"This is too outrageous. Is this the last king who guarded the Age of Gods...?" Atalanta, who was on the top of the palace not far away, tensed up and muttered to herself. Before the angry gale could rush up, she nimbly disappeared from Artoria's sight.

The threat has been temporarily eliminated. After confirming that Atalanta had temporarily retreated, Artoria did not choose to pursue, but continued to advance towards the new moon. With such an obvious difference in rank, let alone Mordred and Atalanta, even if the seven first-class Servants worked together, they would find it difficult to overcome Artoria and defeat the Planet Anchor in her hand.

However, some people don't think that way—they never thought that way in the first place.

A burst of crimson lightning, its passionate color piercing through the thick leaden clouds and the dense storm, broke through the black knight king's back like a provocative signal, and slowly dissipated.

As Artoria slowly turned around, what came into view was a rebellious knight, Crimson Lightning forged from endless hatred, stubbornly occupying a space in the Storm Domain.

Lord Mordred.

"Do not look away, King Arthur!" The gleaming royal sword pointed at its master, whom it should have obeyed, and in the hand of the knight who resembled it, it shone with unparalleled brilliance. "You may hate me, punish me, but keep your eyes on me, let my name be a jarring, unpleasant sight, let hatred fill your expression, shout it out, but do not take your eyes off me!"

The skeletal horse slowly turned to face the petite yet ferocious knight, and began to paw restlessly at the ground. But its reins were held by its master, until the girl who had been its enemy uttered her final words:

"Acknowledge my existence, King Arthur! I am Mordred, the cursed son born of Morgan, a rebellious knight destined to be your enemy and destroy everything you have!"

At this moment, she was no longer in the Sword Palace. The king named 'Arthur' had nothing behind him, and Mordred was not her first target. Even so, the holy sword, stained black, had appeared in her hand. Sitting on her steed, holding a sword in one hand and a spear in the other, the Storm King was so majestic and ready for battle.

"You've uttered words that cannot be ignored, Lord Mordred. Since this is a duel against a king, you should be prepared for a tragic end."

"Hmph, enough with the nonsense!"

An inexplicable excitement coursed through her bones. Though her father's gaze was icy and chilling, it fueled Mordred's almost burning excitement. She roared like a lion as she charged forward, relentlessly wielding her crimson sword.

"Come on, your only enemy is me, King Arthur. I will not allow you to ignore my existence once again!"

Despite her impassioned tone and words that sounded like pure hatred to others, Mordred harbored a tender side that no one else knew.

If I were the one fighting her, then even if I died, my father wouldn't be too sad.

No one knows the extent of her frenzied rage and volcanic killing intent that subsided after witnessing Shuoyue use Command Spells to forcibly reverse her father's existence.

Moreover, this was not the father she wanted. The woman before her was the embodiment of royal power, the embodiment of everything that her father had been burdened with by that country and that era, a sinful figure who merely possessed the title of 'king'.

This is also why her father was forced to stand on a lofty position, and why everyone arbitrarily placed their dreams, hopes, and wishes on her without any consideration.

Mordred harbored hatred for this person and wanted to correct her, which is why she chose the path of rebellion and collapse.

So that's how it is. Now, after gaining and losing, the girl finally realized the truth.

What she disliked was not her father's smile, nor his actions or reasons; it was all a misunderstanding on her part.

...I think I've misunderstood my own dream. Ultimately, I just wanted to heal my father's loneliness. I simply wanted to pick up what she had given up in her quest to become queen.

The vague thought was just a fleeting idea, but in the instant the blades clashed, Mordred involuntarily uttered the words she had suppressed for so long:

"Give me back my favorite father!"

With a thunderous explosion, the jet-black sword of victory flew into the sky, disappearing into the distance beyond the stars like a bird spreading its wings.

Chapter 533 The Tip of the Spear of the Soaring Star

Mordred wasn't the only one whose mind was shaken; a saintess was also in agony.

Woo! "

The force exploded like mountains collapsing, and she fell into the distant pool like a baseball being hit, splashing water several meters high, looking utterly disheveled.

She felt a dizzying headache, not a physical injury, but rather a punishment inflicted on her heart.

No one was closer to the new moon than she was—that's what Joan of Arc thought, yet it was she who failed to face the Lord's will and allowed the new moon to go to such an extent without doing anything to correct it.

He is the key to this Holy Grail War.

The revelation provided the answer from the very beginning, but what exactly does this key mean? Is it salvation that guides the Holy Grail War away from disaster, or a variable that will cause the Holy Grail War to plunge into catastrophe?

It was a factor that absolutely needed to be investigated, but Joan of Arc hesitated. Before her outstretched hand could even touch the youth's true nature, she stopped herself. Clinging to a sliver of hope, she, as the judge, abandoned her duty.

You are the one who led him to this point—it is because of your ambiguous thoughts that the young man failed to accept any redemption, and this is your disqualification as a judge.

If I had been more resolute and had found Shuoyue earlier or even sooner to have a proper talk with him, perhaps things wouldn't have ended up like this—

,What’s wrong with you?"

Hearing Chiron's surprised voice, Joan of Arc hurriedly shook her head, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up, and indicated that she could still fight.

He merely raised his hand as if sensing something, only to find Shuoyue silently watching him from above, her eyes gleaming with iridescent blue light. He silently mouthed a few words. As the rhomboid space reopened, the young man's figure vanished, leaving only Achilles, whose spear had missed its mark, letting out an angry growl as he relentlessly pursued him, steer his chariot.

But that unspoken sentence brought tears to Joan of Arc's eyes.

"I don't like seeing you injured," said the new moon, and Joan of Arc watched him walk away, thinking again:

It was indeed my dereliction of duty that led to the current situation. Therefore, I bear the responsibility for not acknowledging his danger and failing to prevent him from escaping the war. As the arbitrator, she must take responsibility.

As long as you have this awareness, you will definitely find a way to redeem yourself... even if it means risking your life.

After making this vow in her heart, Joan of Arc felt a sense of peace. She could give up everything for him, and it was this very feeling that reassured her.

Ladies felt deeply sorry for this, not only because Joan of Arc blamed herself for everything, but also because she failed to realize that the burning emotion consuming her was not simply a feeling of guilt.

Even if you tried to confide in her, the saint probably wouldn't admit it. And then, by the time she was willing to admit it, it would probably be too late.

"Whoosh~~ Ah wah wah wah wah!"

The eagle soared through the air, while the giant Adam, distracted by the swarming insects, turned his attack towards Astolfo, who was drawing fire. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chiron appeared beside Joan of Arc and solemnly said:

“This won’t do. Adam has become even more powerful after his resurrection. Not only that, but the core of his soul that we destroyed has also been fully restored. We simply cannot kill him.”

Chiron was right. The brain's core, the heart's furnace, and the feet that constantly draw life force—to defeat Adam again, all three must be destroyed simultaneously. However, even if Chiron and Astolfo could do it, they were still missing a crucial candidate.

“I can’t do it… Yes, I don’t have that kind of Noble Phantasm.” Jeanne hesitated, but finally said, “But what about Red? She controls the Hanging Gardens, she should have the power to destroy giants.”

“I’ve spoken with the Empress. If she gives up suppressing Adam, then His healing power will also resist our Noble Phantasms, so the Empress cannot move.” Chiron raised his head, looking at the battlefield of the two top heroes in the distance, his eyes gleaming.

“However, if Karna could free up his hands…”

This cannot continue.

Achilles, standing on his chariot, watched the crescent moon constantly flashing and fleeing, and realized the danger lurking within him.

Sakuyue's avoidance of battle wasn't due to a perceived lack of strength; rather, without his Master, Achilles' chances of defeating Sakuyue were slim. Yet, Sakuyue chose to refrain from fighting, abandoning his heroic pride—undoubtedly an excellent choice.

Even though Achilles is weakened by losing his Master, he is still a great hero. It would take a lot of effort to defeat him, and there is even a risk of being overturned. It is for this reason that Chiron sent Achilles to restrain the new moon, because among the black and red sides, whose main forces are mostly restrained, only he has a chance of winning.

However, the fact that the new moon was avoiding battle at this moment actually tied down the fighting power of the black and red sides. At this time, the situation on the other battlefields was not optimistic. Mordred and Atalanta were desperately trying to stop Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc, but they did not have the conditions to kill the primordial giant Adam. Karna, although he was able to hold his own against Siegfried with his martial skills and willpower, was far weaker than Siegfried in terms of endurance after losing his immortality and the support of his Master.

If Achilles were to abandon the new moon and join the battlefield, he could certainly turn the tide of battle. However, the new moon, now free from its constraints, as the leader of the blue side and the culprit behind all this, would obviously have an even more terrifying impact.

In other words, it is not the new moon that is now constrained and caught in a dilemma, but Achilles himself.

There must be a breakthrough point.

As a hero, Achilles would not place his hopes on others; he stroked his beloved spear and made up his mind.

What I crave is to decide the outcome in an even more fleeting moment.

Since that's the case—we'll have to use that one.

My Noble Phantasm, my dignity, was originally a completely meaningless Noble Phantasm, a "slaying hero" spear that I thought I would never use.