Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

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This book describes various "what ifs" that come true because of the author's "final fantasy".

Can the brother and sister who transform into giant summoned beasts become the opportunity to connect all of this?

Volume 14: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Windmill

The air was filled with the scent of damp earth. Occasionally, a gentle breeze rustled the branches of the cemetery, causing them to sway gently and create a low rustling sound. The surrounding trees were old and sparsely leafed, and sunlight filtered through the cracks, casting dappled shadows on the stone tablets. The cries of crows echoed in the air, adding a touch of gloom to the entire cemetery.

The conversation hung in the air of Wuyao Qibaba Lingqi Lu① Reimu for a moment before fading away. The surrounding silence seemed particularly oppressive, broken only by the occasional bird song. The girl lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the tombstone at her feet. Her face paled slightly, as a sense of unease creeped through her.

"...Well, Mr. Weber, you've done a great job, haven't you?" the girl's voice suddenly broke the silence. She lowered her head and pinched her sleeve, her eyes slightly uneasy, her voice so soft it almost disappeared in the wind. "You're proud of this, too, aren't you?"

Weber was stunned for a moment, turned his head slightly to look at her, and then smiled.

"Hah, maybe." He sighed, shook his head, and suddenly changed the subject. "By the way, what is your relationship with Mr. Belsac?"

"He's like... my master," the girl replied, a hint of awe in her tone. "I will also become the gravekeeper here."

"Oh, is it a family inheritance?" Weber raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little curious.

"The gravekeeper of Blackmore will choose the next gravekeeper from the village." The girl whispered, "It is said that this is a tradition passed down from long ago... More than nine years ago, Mr. Belsac chose me—"

"——But, no, absolutely not."

"Why not?" Weber noticed the uneasiness in her tone and asked hurriedly.

The girl lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously rubbing against her sleeves, as if forcing herself to find her courage. After a moment's silence, she finally spoke, her voice trembling, "...I...I..." She paused for a few seconds, as if something heavy was pressing on her chest, and finally let out a long-held breath, "I...am afraid...of the spirit."

The girl fell silent again, and the branches of the trees rustled in the wind, as if unwilling to let the girl's anxiety show too obviously.

"It's strange, isn't it?" the girl said in a low voice. "I've heard this is a very ancient cemetery with a long history, yet I, who will be its future gravekeeper, am afraid of spirits." She lowered her head, her eyes moist. "Why did they choose me... I don't understand..."

“…It’s the same now,” her voice cracked. “Just being in this cemetery makes me feel like I’m going crazy.”

She hugged herself, her body trembling slightly, as if she was suffocating by the atmosphere of the cemetery.

"Mr. Belsac chose you purely because you're so outstanding," Weber said, without trying to comfort or persuade her. Instead, he spoke as if he were evaluating someone else. "Just like Mr. Kenneth chose me back then, perhaps it was because I had talents I wasn't aware of at the time."

When the girl heard this, her eyes widened slightly, as if she was a little bit unbelievable: "Am I good? That's impossible..."

She lowered her head and clasped her arms tightly. Her figure looked particularly thin under the gray sky, as if she would be blown away by the wind at any time.

Of course, you need to overcome or transcend your current fear in some way." He suddenly felt that perhaps he should no longer just be a spectator. "But in magic, too, those who understand how terrifying magic is are more likely to succeed than those who approach it lightly. Initial setbacks may actually be a blessing."

Perhaps these words were too unexpected, and the girl looked back blankly.

"Setbacks are a blessing?" Her voice was filled with a slight question, as if she was interested in the words. She did not lower her head again, but looked at Waver.

"No, no, no, don't listen to this guy's nonsense," Xing Qingqi's voice came from not far away. Weber turned around and found that Xing Qingqi was walking towards him leisurely, holding an unfinished sandwich in his hand, chewing as he walked.

"What do you mean by 'setbacks are blessings,' or 'suffering a loss is a blessing?'" Xing Qingfeng shook his head and waved his hands, seemingly disdainful of Weber's statement. "Really? We're fighting so that future generations won't have to suffer."

"Huh?" Waver retorted immediately, "Huh, but this is far better than that genius-like idiot who can't even understand an accidental setback."

"They will eventually have their own problems, problems we can't solve for them," Xing Qingfeng shook his head and said, "but if we just let them go through the same old troubles, it would make us look incompetent."

The girl beside her stood there in a daze. Was she listening to the argument between the two people in front of her? To them, this seemed to be approaching a battle of creeds. No wonder they suddenly started arguing. Lanis thought silently, but then the girl turned her head. Following her gaze, Lanis spotted a slender figure standing at the entrance to the cemetery.

"Ah, you're here." The female voice sounded softly.

"Mom." The girl replied.

She was a gentle-looking woman wearing a thin shawl, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Her appearance was not particularly good-looking, but her calm expression exuded a gentleness that was relaxing.

"Great, it's time for worship. Let's go back and pray." The mother said to her daughter with a smile, as if everything was taken for granted.

The girl's eyes were hesitant. She lowered her head and said softly, looking a little reluctant: "...But, Mr. Belsac asked me to lead the guests..."

"That won't do." The mother shook her head and took a step closer, her voice still gentle. "Being a gravekeeper is an important job, but you can't miss church services, right? Besides, haven't you always said you're afraid of this cemetery? Don't try to be so stubborn."

"—Because your body is precious."

Strange, is this something a mother would say to a young girl? Lanis thought, and she suddenly became concerned about the mother's words. They were obviously very similar, but it felt like a tiny thorn lingering on her skin, a mixture of pain and itchiness.

"Same to the guests. I'm very sorry, but do you mind?" Mother suddenly turned around and spoke softly, her voice still carrying that kind of warmth that made people unconsciously relax.

Xing Qingyu took a slow sip of wine, his eyes calm as he nodded gently. "If it's something important, there's no need to worry about this."

"Well, please don't go to the swamp." The girl in the gray hood turned her head and looked at the three people reluctantly and said.

"Of course." Xing Qingwu glanced at Weber upon seeing this, then nodded and agreed.

"Well, I'll take my leave now." The mother looked down at the girl, spoke gently, and then began to turn around.

"Wait." Weber suddenly called out to them.

The mother and daughter stopped, the girl's eyes were a little confused, and her mother turned to look at Weber, waiting for his questions.

"Do you have anything else to do with this child?"

"Just one thing..." Waver was silent for a moment, adjusting his posture slightly, and his expression became serious. "I missed the opportunity before. May I ask your name?"

"..."

After a pause, the girl finally spoke slowly:

Weber stood there, watching the mother and daughter's backs gradually recede until they vanished completely into the shadows of the distant trees. He pulled a cigar from his pocket and lit it expertly. The smoke quickly rose, swirling around his face. Weber placed the cigar between his lips, took a deep drag, the smoke rolling in his throat, and then slowly exhaled.

The cemetery remained silent, with only the occasional breeze blowing through the treetops, bringing a hint of coolness. Weber began his inspection of the eerie graveyard, while Xing Qingjiu stood nearby, still quietly sipping his wine, his gaze grazing the surroundings. He said little, simply taking the occasional sip, savoring the leisure and tranquility.

"Mr. Xing, is there something wrong with this place?" Weber finally returned to the original place and asked Xing Qingjiu.

"Oh? Are you not going to continue the investigation?" Xing Qingwu asked back.

Weber sighed and rubbed his temple, seeming a little tired. "There's something wrong with this place," he said. "But if only my investigative skills were better. I could ask Renis for help in this situation, but it would be very painful if she activated the Mystic Eye and then forced it shut—"

"——There's nothing I can do about it. This shouldn't be considered a breach of contract."

Are these two talking about something? Lanis tilted her head, her eyes following the conversation between Xing Qingqi and Weber, a question forming in her mind. She stood aside, her brow furrowed slightly, revealing her confusion about the conversation.

"That's true," Xing Qingqiu didn't notice Lannis's question. He tapped a dilapidated tombstone at his feet with his fingertips and said, "Then let me explain it briefly. First of all, the focus of the magic power in this place is in the cemetery. If it only came here, it would be normal-"

"—But the information about the spirits in this village is very vague. Mixed with the already dense magic, the outlines of the individual spirits are blurred. It's almost impossible to distinguish between the individual spirits and the magic. Simply using necromancy here won't be able to borrow local spirits for summoning. Forcing a summoning will only produce a very blurry mass of spirits."

"However, from a macro perspective, the entire village is shrouded in the range of a single spirit," Xing Qingfeng explained. "From this perspective... if a spirit summoning technique were used within the village, the only target it could possibly target would be this single spirit."

"It sounds like it's the result of external interference." Weber flicked the ash off his cigar and confirmed, "It's consistent with my findings and my thoughts."

"And there are some lines in the air," Xing Qingqi added, "but they've simply made it invisible. It seems they're not worried about magicians discovering these lines—"

"—I think this is most likely a local tactic, most likely related to the gravekeeper," Xing Qingfeng said, "It's probably arranged to gain information about the overall spiritual field."

"Can you see where these lines connect?" Weber asked.

Xing Qingqiu's gaze fell on the edge of the cemetery, and his finger stretched forward slightly, pointing to a vaguely visible direction in the distance.

"It's hard to see from outside the cemetery," Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and continued, "but it's very clear inside the cemetery. It's probably in the opposite direction of the swamp, heading up the hill."

Looking in the direction of Xing Qingyu's finger, the periphery of the cemetery is an undulating terrain. In the distance, an isolated hill can be seen. On the hill stands an old windmill hut. The wooden oars of the windmill sway gently in the weak wind, making a creaking sound.

"Let's go take a look?" Xing Qingfeng offered. However, just as he turned around, he found Lanis standing quietly not far away. Her eyes had become unusually bright, with a scarlet glow in them.

——At some point, she had already activated her Demonic Eye.

"Lenice?!" Weber also noticed this, his eyes widened, and he was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but raise his voice. "There's no need for this kind of thing..."

"I'm just curious about what you're talking about," Laniba said calmly, her lips curled slightly. "So this is what the village looked like when Dr. Xing saw it."

"What a pity," she slowly turned her head and gave Weber a meaningful smile. "The scenery I saw is probably something you, Weber, will never see in your lifetime."

"That kind of thing... please don't take pleasure in attacking others' shameful parts." Waver said somewhat unwillingly.

Lanis didn't seem to care about Weber's dissatisfaction, instead enjoying the asymmetry even more. She turned around nimbly, pulled a small bottle of eye drops from her waist bag, and prepared to drip them into her eyes, a self-satisfied smile on her face. However, before her hand could touch the bottle, Xing Qingfeng suddenly reached out and stopped her.

"Apply this to your eye sockets first." Xing Qingqiu's voice was calm and composed, as if he had anticipated Lanise's actions. He pulled a small box of ointment from his pocket and handed it to Lanise. "It will relieve the pain somewhat. I originally wanted to help you solve this problem once and for all, but I'm still not very familiar with the structure of the human eyeball, and my current research progress has only reached this point."

"Thank you," Lanis took the small box from Xing Qingqi's hand, then sighed and said, "But Dr. Xing, you have so many research projects, why do you have to..."

"Extended research on applications isn't a big deal. If I have time, I might try looking for some magic eyes to study," Xing Qingqiu interrupted Lanis, waving his hand. "But that's for the future. For now, I should go see what's out there."

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In fact, readers who have read the original novel should know who is there, but due to the difference in timeline and number of people, the plot will definitely be different.

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Recommend this book: "The New Testament, Starting from the Night of the Magician" If you are interested, you can read it

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The vicious dog of the Kuonji family approaches the demonic moment

The Magician's Lover will go to the London Magic Society

The great Red O, Lord Matou Shinji, has occupied Chaldea

The head of the Human Resources Agency is approaching the final singularity.

The people cheered as the most benevolent, kind, supreme and powerful savior arrived at the Crown Temple of Time.

Volume 15: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . The First Motive

The three of them hiked along a rugged path to a nearby hill. The dirt road beneath their feet was damp and muddy. The wind carried the scent of earth, faintly mingled with the stench of the swamp. Standing atop the hill, they had a panoramic view of the entire village and surrounding scenery. From the hill's highest point, they could see the cemetery and the swamp beyond.

"That place, that's the so-called forbidden swamp," Waver muttered, his gaze cast far below. The outline of the swamp was faintly visible, the surface of the water shimmering, but the dark color and sticky mud made people feel uneasy. Although the gravekeeper and Gray had warned against approaching, from this hilltop observation, it seemed that there was no big problem.

The swamp's scale was unexpected, vast and boundless, seemingly capable of swallowing up all the remains of the cemetery below. The muddy water was a mixture of brown and green, and its transparency was so low that it was almost impossible to discern what was happening underwater.

His gaze shifted to the windmill on the hill. Its blades hung silently in the air, showing no sign of movement. Even with the strong wind, the windmill was powerless to respond. Instead, it looked dilapidated, as if it had lost its original power.

Standing in this place, looking at the long-destroyed windmill, I felt like Don Quixote.

Xing Qingyu stood not far away, staring silently ahead, motionless. Weber subconsciously assumed that Xing Qingyu was still abiding by their agreement and would not take any initiative, so he did not rush to make any decisions. So, Weber walked lightly towards the windmill, lightly touched the door of the small house next to it, and prepared to knock -

——However, Xing Qingyu was faster than him. He suddenly stepped forward and pushed open the door of the hut easily.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Even Weber, who usually acts decisively and even recklessly, subconsciously wanted to stop when he saw Xing Qingyu's actions, but Xing Qingyu's actions were faster than he expected, and he didn't even have time to react.

Xing Qingfu pushed the door open without pausing. He glanced at the empty little room calmly, his voice still as calm as usual: "There is no one in the room." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked straight in.

Weber sighed, turned his head to look at Lanise, and seeing that she showed no surprise or doubt, he shook his head and followed her in.

The air inside the cabin was fresh, permeated with a light woody aroma, a stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere outside. The interior was simple, yet it was immediately apparent that it was extraordinary. The walls were as smooth as a mirror, their white paint gleaming under the light. There was hardly a speck of dust, appearing remarkably clean and tidy, as if freshly swept. The floor was made of light-colored wood, and every step made a slight creaking sound.

——Surprisingly, there is a series of modern machines piled up here.

No, is that really an ordinary modern instrument? Weber and Lenise are not traditional magicians. Not to mention Weber, who is immersed in various game consoles, Lenise has also learned how to use computers under the influence of Kenneth.

Most machines were simple and elegant, their surfaces smooth and transparent, resembling crystal cuts, like works of art. But the essential input devices, such as keyboards and mice, were nowhere to be found. All of these machines seemed beyond the reach of modern technology. They weren't what we'd consider "modern" in the traditional sense; they felt like they came from another era, their technological capabilities far surpassing our own.

"Interesting..." Xing Qingfeng's eyes wandered over the equipment in the room, his head lowered slightly, carefully examining each machine's details. However, he didn't rush forward to make a move, simply standing aside and watching. "Is this a computer that can interact with spirit particles? Is it a device used to detect the spiritual field information of the entire village?" His voice was low, with a hint of interest. "This packaging is really disappointing. I can't see what functions it has. I really want to take it apart and take a look..."

Combined with Xing Qingjiu's words, Weber and Lanis simultaneously had a guess in their minds:

There is a faction among magicians that uses such machines.

However, that faction is known for staying underground. They are sometimes teased as moles, but they are a powerful organization that cannot be ignored.

"Hmm... but, for now, we can only call it aborted." Suddenly, a slightly mechanical voice echoed from within the room, breaking everyone's reverie. The voice was crisp, with a slight electronic twang, as if coming from a hidden speaker. It sounded a little impatient, with a hint of self-mockery. "Really... this is terrible. After all, it's the meeting place of the new monarch of the Modern Magic Department and the dean, and the stage setting is wrong. No, the script is completely wrong..."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie. The sound no longer sounded like some kind of remote communication device, but rather, it seemed to echo from all directions simultaneously, with a distorted, slightly muffled mechanical quality. Weber and Lenise became alert almost simultaneously. Lenise frowned slightly. She had activated her Magic Eye, but found nothing unusual. Xing Qingjiu, on the other hand, stood there calmly, completely unfazed by the sudden noise, still curiously observing the structure of the instrument.

"... How strange! How could I be here two years early? I wasn't here at this point. This is terrible," the voice continued, full of self-deprecation and helplessness. "Whether it's the producer, screenwriter, or director, they all need to be held strictly accountable. Even if they called cut, they just had to keep going."

The tone of his voice became increasingly relaxed, even carrying a kind of disappointment and irritation that could not be concealed.

"And there are three of them... Ah, I see. It's the First Movers, no wonder." But at this moment, the voice suddenly became serious, the mechanical tone suddenly stagnating. "Greetings, First Movers... Sir, um, this time it's Sir."

"Are you the owner of this place?" Xing Qingyu was already used to this kind of thing. He asked directly in a calm and clear voice, "Do you know me?"

The voice didn't respond immediately, and the air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment. Then, a clear and melodious voice finally rang out, with a touch of lightness and self-deprecation: "Let me introduce myself. I'm Zibia Eltnam Atlassia, an ordinary theater enthusiast." There seemed to be an inexplicable rhythm to the words after they were spoken. The voice paused slightly, then added—

"—from Atlas Court."

This name instantly made Weber and Lanis feel a little uneasy. Because the person before them was definitely not the ordinary theater enthusiast he claimed to be. Weber had heard of him before, and if what he said was true...

...The owner here is the dean of Atlas Academy.

The Clock Tower actually has the position of Dean, but it is an almost legendary existence, surpassing the pinnacle of the Twelve Lords, and is said to be a magician who has never been replaced since the establishment of the Clock Tower.

It was hard to imagine such a powerful figure setting up a base here. If this place truly was under his control, then everything here seemed too ordinary, even... illogical. Such a powerful figure had set up base in such a remote location, without a single precaution, not even a decent security measure. It was as if it had been deliberately created as a reception hall.

Even though this was a famous cemetery, it was far beyond the realm of anything that could be described as "abnormal." Waver could even sense a faint sense of oppression, as if the atmosphere of the entire area had begun to solidify and become heavy.

"Damn it... How could this happen?" Zibia's voice continued to echo in the house, with a deep anxiety and dissatisfaction. "Really, the actors haven't arrived yet, and the curtain suddenly rises. It's really unexpected. I should have been here to greet you in person! Ah - damn it, is this the stage of fate that no one can predict?" The rhythm of the voice became rapid, the emotions were high, but it seemed a little out of control, as if complaining, or talking to himself.