Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Her hand firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. The moment it was unsheathed, the blade shone with a cold silver light, the blade's edge trembling slightly in the air. Her eyes locked onto the back of the woman in the ultramarine dress. Okita Souji took a deep breath, regulating his breathing and heartbeat, and focused his mind on the blade and his target.

The chirping of insects and the sound of wind in her ears gradually faded away, and it seemed as if the world was left with only her and her enemy.

——One step beyond the sound, two steps without gap, three steps to the end of the sword.

Without hesitation or mercy, without considering the possibility that the other person was an ordinary person, or the possibility of misunderstanding, her figure instantly turned into a blurry afterimage, piercing the air, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. With the sound of an imperceptible wind, the tip of the sword pierced the woman's back with unerring precision. However, in an instant, Okita Souji frowned -

Something is wrong!

The tip of the knife felt cold and hard, distinctly not flesh and blood, but some smooth material. There was no gushing blood, no resistance from flesh and bone. Almost instantly, she realized something was amiss, flipping her body and kicking with her right leg at the target. Using the reaction force, she yanked the knife back while repositioning herself.

The blade swung back in his hand, slicing the opponent's neck with a fierce blow. The blade flashed, and the head fell off with a sound.

However, the head that fell to the ground rolled twice, revealing not a bloody cut, but a smooth wooden surface. The grain of the wood was particularly clear in the firelight.

"Puppet?" Okita Souji's pupils suddenly constricted, and her breathing quickened slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. She glanced down at the other woman still crouching by the fire, finding her still nonchalantly rummaging through her bag, seemingly oblivious to her companion's "death."

The firelight reflected on the side of her face, making it look particularly strange.

Okita Souji slowly stood up, his eyes cold as he instantly understood everything. These two were merely puppets used to deceive the public, and the real enemy was no longer here.

"...Master!" She lowered her voice and shouted in an empty direction. Then she turned around without hesitation, tapped the tree trunk with her toes, and quickly shuttled through the dense branches and leaves, disappearing like a ghost into the depths of the darkening rainforest.

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The bonfire was still bright, and the solitary puppet sat quietly in its place, its expression unchanged, its posture unchanged. The shadows around it continued to expand as the afterglow faded, devouring the last bit of warmth and vitality of the firelight.

In the rainforest at dusk, the orange afterglow cast scattered specks of light through the towering branches. The surrounding bushes swayed gently in the breeze, rustling. The air was filled with the scent of damp earth, occasionally accompanied by the fluttering of startled birds and the faint cries of distant animals, adding a touch of tension to the otherwise quiet environment.

Guanyue Ringo and Patricia darted through the bushes, their footsteps light but inevitably making the slightest scraping of grass. Guanyue Ringo would occasionally glance back, his brow furrowed, a cloud of uneasiness hanging over him.

"Patty, what time is it?" she asked in a low voice, a hint of urgency in her tone.

Patricia gently brushed aside a bunch of leaves that blocked her path, her eyes scanning the fading light on the horizon. "It should be around five o'clock..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, "It's already dusk, so it should be around this time."

"Tsk..." Guanyue Ringo bit her lip slightly, pausing for a moment, but soon took another step, her tone filled with anxiety, "The other party should be a magician from the Spiral Pavilion. I don't understand why he would appear in a place like this..."

"That short guy, if I remember correctly, was the victor of the last Holy Grail War," Patricia said, "that Holy Grail War full of monsters..."

"Well, if Souji had come back two days earlier, we might have won," Kanzuki Ringo said nonchalantly. "It's the other magus...who incorporated the spell into the puppet, much like the Possession Tower."

"As for makeup..." She continued to move, quickly pushing aside the branches that blocked her path. "Since ancient times, makeup has been closely associated with summoning spirits, and it can also be linked to possession. But she's probably using a ritual related to exorcism—"

"——Patty, what level of magic was invalidated by you?"

"Eight bars," Patricia replied in a low voice, following closely behind her, occasionally looking back to monitor the surroundings. "The inscription is Latin-based spiritual knowledge."

"This is troublesome," said Guanyue Ringo. "I'm afraid only the Great Magic can work on her."

"What are you going to do?" Patricia said.

"Let's put it off for now." Guanyue Ringo took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His voice was tinged with fatigue. "Whether it's until Souji realizes something's wrong and rushes back, or until the alchemist and the Lord finish their business and come back, it's fine. If we can't wait for them, then put it off until sunset and moonrise..."

"...If I was still conscious at that time——"

"——Just leave it to me."

The setting sun had already touched the rainforest's horizon, its orange glow gradually fading, its warm hue staining the distant clouds red before slowly transforming into a deep purple-blue. The light grew dimmer, and the silhouettes of the treetops swayed. Gusts of wind rustled through the trees, bringing with them a low, rustling sound.

Patricia opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Then she quickly followed Guanyue Ringo, her steps moving even more swiftly through the dense bushes. As she suddenly emerged from the bushes, a silver light struck from the side.

A dagger pointed at her waist.

Patricia's eyes flickered, and almost instinctively, she reached out and gripped the blade tightly. The sharp blade sliced through her palm, and blood quickly soaked through the inscriptions on the blade, slowly flowing along the incision. However, she felt no hostility from the dagger. Instead, she felt a strange sense of belonging, as if it simply longed to return to her.

"Patty!"

A rapid cry rang out. Guanyue Ringo rushed to her side, grabbed her head, and shoved her down. At the same moment, a figure narrowly passed over Patricia's head. It was a puppet—its movements were swift and heavy, and the stick in its hand slashed through the air, scraping against a nearby giant tree.

"Crack!" The giant tree fell to the ground in an instant and was broken in half.

In the distant twilight, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows, her long, ultramarine dress swaying slightly in the evening breeze. The woman, parting the branches, walked toward them with graceful, unhurried steps, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"You're running fast." Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a hint of laziness and playfulness. "Maybe my tone just now was not good, so you misunderstood. But our goal is not to kill you—"

She paused, her slender fingers gently brushing the folds of her skirt, her eyes sweeping over Patricia and Ringo Mizuki. "—I just want to keep you two under control, and restrict your range of activities a little. Hmm, about three or four years, how about that?"

"You say that, but your actions don't show any intention of showing mercy." Patricia stood up and wiped the blood from her palm with her sleeve. "It's hard for us to believe that you just want to restrict our freedom for two years."

The woman in the ultramarine dress raised her hand to cover her lips and chuckled softly, her tone lazy and provocative. "Because, Xiao Ruoyu doesn't really like killing people." She leaned forward slightly and smiled charmingly. "So, as long as you give up resistance, I can do my best to save your lives."

"But we don't even know where these two magicians are from or their names," Patricia replied. "It's hard to believe."

"Tsk, what a hassle." The woman in the ultramarine dress shook her head with a hint of regret. "I'll introduce myself once you've behaved." Her tone suddenly changed. "But—"

"——Let's let another friend show up first."

As she finished speaking, the puppets beside her suddenly moved at the same time. The light in their eyes suddenly became brighter, and the spells woven into them spread out like a net, heading straight for the bushes behind Patricia.

The magic spell caused sawdust and broken branches to fly up, but the target area was empty.

Night fell completely, and Patricia used the flying debris raised by the magic to cover her figure, and her figure quickly blended into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

"As I said before, since you still refuse to cooperate, don't blame me for killing you." The woman in the ultramarine dress smiled softly, not caring at all about the fact that the other party had escaped again. "Xiao Ruoyu——"

"—Looking for someone."

The night has completely enveloped the rainforest. There is no moon in the dim sky, and the starlight is sparse, making it seem even more cold and eerie.

Patricia and Guanyue Ringo darted quickly through the dense forest, both choosing to circle back to the camp. This made tracking much easier for You Ruoyu and the others; after all, they had been chasing them from the camp, and they had already cleared all the obstacles along the way, making the return journey particularly easy.

"Sister Ye, something's wrong." Just as the two were about to approach the previous camp, You Ruoyu suddenly stopped, her brows furrowed, and a hint of vigilance appeared in her tone, "Wait a moment."

"Are you worried they're setting an ambush?" The woman in the ultramarine dress tilted her head slightly, her hair fluttering in the night breeze. "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you."

"No, that's not the question." You Ruoyu raised his head, a look of deep confusion on his face, and said in a low and hurried voice, "Although I'm not very familiar with the weather in the southern hemisphere, but—"

"—The weather seems to be messed up." She almost muttered to herself, then bit her lip and continued to complain softly, "Why do Western magicians always like to disrupt the weather...? Feng shui masters' methods are supposed to follow the weather and take advantage of the terrain... This feeling is really annoying."

"Yes, indeed. Moreover, one of the puppets that were previously placed there has also been destroyed." The woman in the ultramarine dress smiled slightly upon hearing this. "Then, Xiao Ruoyu, you wait here for a while. I will go and deal with them."

You Ruoyu shook her head upon hearing this, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness: "No. I hate it when people try to usurp the throne and conceal the secrets of the world." She paused, "If I just wait here like this—"

"—I always feel like I'm losing to Western magicians." Her voice was filled with resentment. "I already lost once half a year ago. To be beaten again this time, I simply can't accept it."

"Then I'll listen to you." The woman in the ultramarine dress raised the corner of her mouth, her tone light and a hint of a smile, "Come here and get ready, then I'll leave it to Xiao Ruoyu—"

"——I will just stand by and admire Xiao Ruoyu's Feng Shui skills."

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I haven't seen any detailed settings for Feng Shui and other magic in Fate, so I created my own original ideas based on some indirect settings.

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Volume 58: Symbiotic Relationship: . Why is he another participant in the Holy Grail War?

As the night deepened, the sounds of the rainforest grew deeper, yet the subtle heat in the air made one uneasy.

"Do you feel anything is wrong?" Xing Qingqi asked while walking and turning his head while holding the incubator filled with algae. The silver metal of the box reflected the remaining light.

"Is it a bit hot?" Kenneth raised his head slightly, loosened his collar, and said with a hint of doubt, "It's not that humid anymore."

Xing Qingfeng didn't answer immediately. Instead, he paused, stood beneath a massive banyan tree, and looked up at the sky. The night sky, obscured by dense branches and leaves, almost completely hid the stars. The air was filled with a damp, oppressive atmosphere. He paused for a moment, then murmured, "The Amazon rainforest has a tropical rainforest climate. Logically, it shouldn't experience significant temperature fluctuations. But just now, I felt the temperature rise by at least four or five degrees."

"It's hard to judge the natural climate in an environment with high concentrations of magic energy using common sense." Kenneth also looked up at the gaps between the treetops that blocked out the sun, but he couldn't confirm the condition of the sky.

Xing Qingfeng pondered for a moment and nodded. "That's right." He hugged the incubator tighter. "Let's go back quickly. I hope they can figure out my instrument—"

"--We have to complete the deployment before the thunderstorm starts." He spoke quickly, and before he finished speaking, his footsteps were already more hurried than before.

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Under the cover of night, You Ruoyu and her companions traversed the jungle, returning to the camp they had left earlier. With the surrounding trees cleared, the camp seemed remarkably empty, and the night sky lay bare before them. Beneath the sparse starlight, a thin crescent moon hung in the sky, its faint glow painting the dense rainforest with a soft, cool hue.

"The moon here always feels farther away than that in the Northern Hemisphere..." You Ruoyu muttered to himself, but was soon interrupted by the scene in front of him.

Under the moonlight, a young blonde girl sat quietly on a freshly felled tree stump. Her face was as delicate as porcelain, but her eyes were ethereal and cold. Her fingers dangled, gently fiddling with the hem of her skirt above her knees, as she hummed a soft ballad in Japanese, the sound echoing through the silent jungle like a whisper.

"Shuo used it to paint the starry sky with blue

In the darkness of destruction, I stood here for a long time

Looking at the slender moon in the distance——"

You Ruoyu paused, not interrupting the other person. Instead, she slowly pulled a small incense burner from her bag. She expertly lit three slender incense sticks and inserted them into the burner, gently placing it on the ground. Curls of green smoke rose, mingling with the breeze, enveloping her like a hazy veil.

The blonde girl's singing continued to drift, and she raised her head, bathing in the moonlight.

"—I stretch my white feathers into the depths of the universe."

The moment the last syllable fell, the light in the camp suddenly brightened. The faint moonlight seemed amplified by some invisible force, pouring down upon every leaf and every inch of the ground. The light was soft yet remarkably clear, and the moonlight surrounding the blonde girl was so dense it was almost tangible, as if it had spread like wings, enveloping her.

"I see." You Ruoyu quietly looked up at the night sky. She stretched out her finger and gently tapped the air. "It's Wangyue."

The thin crescent moon hanging in the night sky had become almost full at some point, and its bright light shone down, making the entire camp appear as bright as day.

"Xiao Ruoyu, aren't you going to do anything?" The woman in the navy blue dress stood beside her, with a hint of doubt in her tone.

　"It's no use taking action now." You Ruoyu tilted her head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "She's not here at all."

"Yes, I understand." The woman in the navy blue dress nodded thoughtfully. "Is this the so-called inherent barrier in the West?"

"That should be the case." You Ruoyu's gaze was still fixed on the figure of the blonde girl. Her voice was low and soft. "Although it looks like she's sitting there, in reality, she's not on the same level as us at all."

"What should we do then?" The woman in the long skirt raised her eyebrows, obviously not surprised by this situation.

"Wait." You Ruoyu exhaled softly, as if suppressing a vague discomfort in her heart, "When she completely unleashes her magic, she will definitely have contact with us—"

She paused for a moment, her drooping eyelids trembling slightly, then she raised her head, a barely perceptible smile curling up at the corner of her mouth:

"——We can take action when the time comes."

"Ride the wind of the new moon and cut off that piece of moonlight."

Moonlight poured down like water, illuminating the blonde girl in the center of the camp, making her silhouette hazy and mysterious. She sat on a tree stump, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if enjoying the soothing effect of the cool moonlight.

"Now."

The girl's voice was like the plucking of a musical string, and her face, so beautiful that it seemed unreal, showed a hint of abnormal distortion in the moonlight.

"Use that momentary flash of light to split the night apart."

An inaudible roar echoed from all around. You Ruoyu and the woman in the navy blue dress subconsciously held their breath, watching the incredible scene unfold.

The girl's head slowly slid from her neck. The fracture was smooth as a mirror, yet not a trace of blood escaped. She gently held the fallen head in her hands, her face still adorned with that flawless smile, her lips still humming her eerie ballad:

"Here, in this hazy state of consciousness—"

Her voice was so ethereal, it seemed otherworldly. With each syllable, the moonlight grew brighter, until it was so blindingly bright that it was hard to look directly at. The shadows of the trees surrounding the camp stretched and distorted, leaving only a dazzling silver glow between heaven and earth, shrouding the entire rainforest in a dreamlike aura.

"—Immerse yourself in this dazzling and colorful dream."

An invisible force suddenly struck the woman in the navy blue dress. The ground beneath her feet suddenly lost its meaning, and her body was instantly thrown into the air. Everything before her began to spin wildly, the boundary between heaven and earth was reversed, and the moonlight turned into countless sharp fragments, as if severing the entire world.

When the dizziness finally subsided, she found herself floating in the air—

——No, it seems to be hanging under the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

"...What?" She wanted to lower her head, but found that she couldn't move it at all. When she looked around, she was shocked by the scene in front of her and her heart stopped.

She saw a headless body, familiar yet unfamiliar. The navy blue skirt was still swaying, but the head was missing. When she slowly turned her head, she found that her perspective had been placed in the arms of the blonde girl.

The girl gently brushed her eyes with a slender white hand, as gently as if she was coaxing a baby to sleep.

The woman in the navy dress tried to struggle, but found herself unable to move, unable to speak, and even her consciousness was being stripped away. She could only watch as the blonde girl's smile softened, the moonlight weaving through her vision completely drowning it.

"Wow!" Guanyue Ringo exclaimed, suddenly throwing the head out of her arms, her movements as fast as if she were touched by a burning sensation. She kicked the tree stump with her foot, leaped up almost like a catapult, turned around and ran deep into the rainforest behind her.

The discarded head rolled in an arc on the thick humus on the ground, accompanied by a few dead leaves, and finally rolled to the side of the headless body. The headless body bent stiffly, and with precise movements, it picked up the head, held it with both hands, and tapped it gently.

"Dong, dong." A hollow sound echoed in the empty camp, along with the crisp sound of wooden structures being struck.

Guanyue Lingqi leaped into the depths of the rainforest, the brushwood leaves folding behind her into a dark curtain, and the humid air hit her face. But as soon as she landed, she was pulled back by a figure.

"Calm down!" Patricia reached out from the shadows, hugged her in her arms, and said in a low voice, "We can't run around. Follow me!"

They crawled along the gaps in the bushes, avoiding the bright moonlight and stepping on the wet mossy ground. However, just as they were about to pass through the woods, the scenery in front of them suddenly distorted and a strong sense of weightlessness came over them.

Patricia felt her feet go empty, and when she looked up, she found herself standing in the center of the camp she had just left.

You Ruoyu stood at the edge of the camp, looking up at the night sky with a meaningful smile on her lips. She sighed softly, "How can I put it? What a beautiful moon."

She turned her head, her eyes sweeping across the two of them with a distant look, her tone brisk yet somewhat helpless: "It's worthy of the phrase 'a beautiful day and a beautiful view.'"

Patricia frowned and said nothing.

"But," You Ruoyu sighed, tapping the incense burner with her fingers as white smoke lingered around her, "if you could see this kind of scenery every day, it wouldn't be considered a beautiful sight anymore."