Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

This seems a bit inaccurate, because it was only the yard of the Matou family that was on fire.

In the courtyard, the flames illuminated everything. Something had happened to the diversion duct beneath the launch pad. It seemed the increased power output of the magic furnace had caused it to collapse. This was the beginning of a series of disasters: the launch pad's structure collapsed and sank directly into the ground. The previously stable barrier lost its effectiveness in this sudden change, unable to suppress the forces that were supposed to be controlled.

As the barrier shattered, shockwaves and reflected waves swept through the surroundings, destroying not only the Matou family's backyard but even the house across the street. The energy that should have been absorbed by the barrier now ruthlessly tore through everything, wreaking havoc on the streets beneath the night sky. Fortunately, when Kenneth moved his workshop to the Matou family's basement, he had created a barrier that encompassed the entire mansion. Otherwise, they would have been left without a place to live again.

The spurting streams of superheated mana reached temperatures of nearly 1,500 degrees Celsius and sped at a staggering 2,800 meters per second. The streams continuously scour the already fragile soil, creating a deafening noise. Even in the Miyuan River, the apocalyptic roar could be clearly heard. If Newton hadn't adjusted the launch vehicle's posture in time, the Newton Mk-III would have been sent back to the factory for repairs before its successful launch.

Honestly, watching Newton stabilize a multi-hundred-ton rocket with his bare hands, even one that was about to topple over, with a single hand. Furthermore, he managed to repair the barrier unscathed despite the high-temperature, high-velocity flow of magic power and the ground's reflected waves. Xing Qingfeng felt that this gentleman might not even need to use magic or alchemy; he could defeat several other little Karamis in the Holy Grail War with his bare hands.

It seems Newton may have had a lot of fun at the time.

All in all, the Newton Mk-III was a success. Without a moment's mourning over the Mk-II's disintegration, it was the Newton Mk-III that immediately took off into the stars.

As for Kenneth, he was still heartbroken over the explosion of the previous magic furnace.

Of the supreme ceremonial item he had crafted in his youth—the Three-Based Magic Furnace—only two remained. One had been destroyed during an exploration of outer space, making recovery nearly impossible.

It seems that from now on it can only be called the Double-Base Magic Furnace.

Even so, Newton, having personally proven his magic furnace incapable of adapting to the conditions of outer space, nonetheless requisitioned one of his own. Kenneth's emotions were mixed. On the one hand, he was proud of his masterpiece's recognition, proving that even in the eyes of Newton, who had arrived at magic through alchemy, his design was a truly exceptional piece of work. On the other hand, he was heartbroken over the destruction of one of his furnaces during an outer space exploration mission. It was the product of countless days and nights of his labor, now reduced to cosmic dust, the possibility of its recovery infinitely close to zero.

In the yard of the Matou family, Kenneth's heart began to hang in the air as he looked up at the Newton Mk-III flying into space.

"Teacher, the operating environment is very stable." Kenneth felt a little relieved after hearing Xing Qingfeng's report. His expression revealed a hint of relief, but the worry hidden in his eyes remained.

"Well, once we reach the predicted orbit, we'll begin operations," Newton replied calmly. "It seems our approach is sound."

"Don't look so sad. Come have a drink." Xing Qingjiu noticed the worried Kenneth and handed him a can of cheap beer. "Everything looks normal this time. Your magic furnace will be fine."

If it were the Kenneth of a few days ago, he probably wouldn't even glance at the cheap beer offered to him. How could he, a noble magus, drink such a low-quality drink?

But now, Kenneth, having shed the robes that symbolized his status and donned a vest and work clothes to facilitate his work, slumped down on the ground without a care in the world. His mouth was dry from the heat wave, and he took the cheap beer without hesitation, pulled the pull tab, and drank it in big gulps.

"You understand this data, right?" Xing Qingqi showed Kenneth the terminal in his hand. "The satellite is operating quite stably this time. After it's been operating for three weeks, we can begin preparations for recovery. By then, your magic furnace will be in your hands intact."

"And...um..." Xing Qingqi showed a hint of embarrassment and hesitated for a long time before continuing, "I'm sorry for losing my temper with you a few days ago."

"When did you say that?" Kenneth casually threw the empty can aside. "How come I didn't know about it?"

"I'm the one who's being nagging." Xing Qingfeng pointed at the terminal and motioned Kenneth to look at it. "Look at the parameters here. I've been thinking about this for a long time. Why does ether, or true ether, come into being and why does it dissipate?"

"I doubt it and the tide... oh shit!"

Looking at the abnormal numbers soaring on the terminal, Xing Qingwu broke out in a sweat.

"Teacher, something's wrong. We underestimated the impact of high-energy charged particles in the cosmic environment on magic devices." Xing Qingfeng shouted to Newton, "The circuit coating on the satellite's exterior is wearing away at a rate far exceeding our calculations."

"The backup barrier has been deployed, but it's having little effect." Xing Qingfeng worked quickly. "The spirit particle barrier is expected to fail in thirty-seven seconds, exposing the cabin's facilities to the elements."

"It is estimated that within two minutes of the environmental isolation failing, the sealed ether within the cabin will completely dissipate. The pseudo-transmitter will cease functioning within two and a half minutes... no, it will only last two minutes and four seconds. After that, all magic instruments will cease functioning after being disconnected from the magic base."

"The Magic Furnace's backup barrier is still operating. Considering its instability in space, I will remotely shut it down in three seconds before the Hermes Array shuts down. This will ensure that even if the magic instruments are completely disabled, it can still function as a shell floating in orbit."

"The transmission and reception of information will also need to be converted to electromagnetic waves. We may need to set up a receiving station on the ground to amplify, convert the frequency, demodulate and process the received electromagnetic wave signals."

"The spare solar panel has also been unfolded. I originally thought it was just a decoration." Xing Qingqiu completed all the operations in just a few seconds, although the task was given to him only after he strongly requested that he feel a sense of participation.

But he did it quite beautifully.

"The electronic equipment we installed inside didn't have extensive shielding measures. After all, we initially considered a three-day operating time." Xing Qingfeng handed the terminal to Newton and shook his head. "Although we could try to store enough energy using the solar panels and then change lanes, allowing it to be recaptured by gravity and fall back to the ground, it's too dangerous."

"Unless we bet that the deactivated magic device can be reactivated after re-entering the atmosphere, if a satellite without the protection of its barrier and magic shield were to break through the atmosphere directly, there's no guarantee that the magic furnace inside would remain intact. We might only be able to recover a pile of useless dregs."

"All in all, I think it's better to let it continue floating up there."

"Well done," Newton said, taking the terminal. "Although it's due to the previous training in segmented and high-speed thinking, you're able to accurately process large amounts of information and make rational judgments when faced with unexpected situations. That's quite an impressive ability."

"Well, after all, I was born in the information-exploding era of 2024. The ability to quickly filter information was a fundamental skill for humans in our era," Xing Qingfeng said without a hint of modesty. "According to my prediction, in the absence of shielding, the satellite circuits can continue to operate for about a month."

"Hearing you say that, it feels as if humanity has already evolved into a new species in your time." Newton glanced at the last remaining data on the terminal and accurately calculated the remaining lifespan of the satellite. "I'm wrong. You underestimated the impact of the solar wind. The actual lifespan is only 23 days."

"Ah, Newton will be scrapped in twenty-three days~~" "Oh, don't hit me, don't hit me, teacher, I was wrong! I didn't mean it, you have to believe me!"

They had clearly failed, but they didn't seem to be shaken at all. Kenneth thought to himself that the experiences he had had over the past few days were something he had never experienced in decades.

The things they pursued above the sky were things I had never considered before. It was wonderful, and even I felt a surge of emotion.

It would be even better if they could consider the recycling of my magic furnace. Now what should I call my supreme ceremonial outfit?

A single-base magic furnace?

Feeling so lame.

"Then, we can only activate the last backup plan." Newton turned his gaze to Kenneth, no, to be more precise, to the Command Seal of Bersercer transplanted on Kenneth's hand.

"I think we should ask the person's opinion and provide him with some end-of-life care." Xing Qingfeng shook his head. "Even though he's undead, he still has intelligence, and he's part of our team."

"I can't do it, and I can't accept it, for I'm asked to be as ruthless and tearless as those magicians," Xing Qingfeng said. "The worst that can happen is that he rebels and we beat him to death."

"I'm glad you think so." Newton nodded with satisfaction.

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The heroine's choice is still a bit confusing, but there is still plenty of time. I think I should be able to come up with a good plan after two volumes from now on.

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The chapter name has a 22-character limit, but I still wanted to play with this meme, so I also played with the meme (confusion)

Volume 23: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Hospice

A man stood alone in a bleak winter forest, surrounded by bare trees, untouched by snow, only a carpet of fallen leaves. Dressed in black, he stood out against the gray-brown backdrop. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the faint flame gleaming brightly against the silhouettes of the dead branches. He took a deep breath, the smoke rising slowly in the cold air, mingling with the white breath he exhaled.

I seem to have become accustomed to the smell of tobacco, or perhaps I haven't forgotten the numbing aroma. Nine years after quitting, I pick up a cigarette again, but it feels just as familiar.

Originally, for the sake of the health of mother and daughter, he shouldn't smoke. But the successive defeats in the Holy Grail War still filled the man's heart with resentment.

His eyes were deep, as if he was searching for something, or perhaps recalling something. Every puff of smoke he exhaled was accompanied by a sense of depression, as if he was trying to release the burden of his heart with the smoke. The smoke quickly dissipated in the cold air, like the past he tried to grasp but could not hold on to.

The surrounding trees stood silently, his solitary audience. The man's face was gently brushed by the cold wind, his fingers tightly gripping the dying cigarette, as if he were clinging to the last shred of hope in his fate. In this silent forest, the smoke and his thoughts drifted away, leaving behind only deep footprints and a growing heavy heart.

"After that day, please act like an ordinary father, hold your head high, and hug this child—Illyasviel—closely."

The man's footsteps were heavy in the fallen leaves, and each step seemed to echo the questions in his heart. His thoughts drifted back to the scene eight years ago, to the moment that was both his happiest and most painful - the birth of his child.

He seemed to have completely softened his heart since then, his former decisiveness and current confusion forming a stark contrast. He admitted that the passage of time had made him more sentimental, and his methods had become gentler.

"Is it because of Ellie that I've become weaker?"

But the question seemed swallowed by the icy wind, only the echo echoing in the empty forest as an answer. He took a deep breath of nicotine, and the ash drifted away with his thoughts, disappearing into the silent forest. Although the cold in Japan could not compare to the bitter cold of Einzbern City, it was enough to keep his mind clear.

His thoughts were still lingering on the snowy forest of the Einzbern family, yet now he was walking in this withered, snowless forest. He forced himself to suppress his weakness and carefully review the intelligence he had gathered during the Holy Grail War:

"On the first night, her true name was exposed, and Saber's left hand suffered irreversible damage, making it impossible to release her Noble Phantasm."

"On the second night, I tried to remove the curse on Saber by assassinating Master Lancer, but to no avail." A hint of helplessness was revealed in his words.

In the winter chill, the man muttered to himself, organizing his thoughts and gathering the information he knew. His figure appeared lonely and resolute among the dead leaves. Everything around him was immersed in a deep silence. Only his voice and the tar from his cigarette left traces in this cold world.

"Kiritsugu, can you hear me?" Ellie's voice came through the headset, clear and urgent.

"What's wrong, Ellie?" The man subconsciously slowed down his tone and spoke gently.

"The forest surveillance barrier was deliberately triggered, and someone is coming." There was a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

He quickly stubbed out his cigarette and hid beneath some dead leaves. His figure moved swiftly among the trees, like a dark shadow, blending into the withered forest. His movements were almost silent, but his heartbeat was thundering in his ears.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed in the distance, accompanied by the sound of swaying trees, echoing deep into the forest. Clearly, the carefully laid booby trap had been triggered. The fire and smoke stood out against the snowless winter forest. The branches snapped like bones under immense force, the crackling sound piercing the silence.

"Several people?"

"Three, two of them are Caster and his Master, and the other one looks like... he is also a Servant, but he doesn't belong to any confirmed Servant." Ellie's answer made the air seem to freeze.

“Tsk…” The man quickly rushed towards the castle deep in the forest. “Eri, tell Saber to be on standby. You and Maiya leave the castle.”

"Can't I...stay here?"

"This is a completely one-sided crushing battle. There's no chance of winning. Retreat quickly." The man's tone was firm, without any hesitation.

The man's mind was rapidly planning various tactics, and while retreating, he secretly calculated the possibility of victory. In the end, he could only come to one conclusion -

——There is no hope of victory.

Even Saber in her prime couldn't claim to be able to defeat Caster, let alone the fact that she was currently at an absolute disadvantage as a Servant due to her injured left hand and unable to release her Noble Phantasm.

But what if we consider breaking the deadlock from the perspective of assassinating the Master?

There was no answer. Caster's Master was also an inhuman monstrosity, possessing an immortality that allowed him to function normally and even recover even after his upper body was shattered. The Dead Apostle himself was familiar with this, but in his decades of mercenary service, he had never seen anything like the Master's bizarre anatomy. It was more like a mineral puppet than a body made of flesh and blood.

It would be great if they were confirmed to be Dead Apostles. Then we could use the power of the Holy Church to eliminate this group.

But now, let's first think of a way to escape from Caster.

The heavy footsteps stepped on the frozen soil and disappeared into the withered forest.

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In the living room of the Matou household, a handsome knight in purple armor was lost in self-blame and pain. His eyes revealed a deep melancholy, as if he was reminiscing about past glory and irreversible mistakes. He sat on the sofa, tightly clutching a wine glass, handed to him by Diarmait, a silent comfort.

"How could I... How could I do this to my king..." The man's voice choked with sobs. He drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, hoping to numb his guilt. "I just hope my king will punish me..."

Diarmait sat beside him, his eyes revealing sympathy and understanding for this younger generation. "It's okay, Lancelot. You're lucky," he said softly. "At least the king you serve has also been summoned to this Holy Grail War."

Lancelot couldn't help but let his tears fall, his heart filled with longing for the king and guilt. "Ah, king... I really hoped you would hold me accountable for your anger..." He sobbed, his glass filling and then emptying. "Your Majesty is the one who needs understanding the most, but I, who betrayed you at that time, shamelessly enjoyed your understanding and comfort. I am truly ashamed."

His voice was filled with pain and self-blame. "I have been summoned for only one reason," Lancelot said. "I hope to be severely punished by the queen, to be rebuked and whipped by her. Only in this way can I find some comfort in my heart... You understand, Diarmait."

I don't understand. Are you a masochist? Diarmait thought. But he still chose to be considerate of his descendants, who were his descendants in many ways.

"Ah, because the Queen fell in love with me, I had no choice but to respond to this illicit love. It was clearly a betrayal to the King, but I shamelessly ran away alone."

"I betrayed the king's trust and shamelessly enjoyed his comfort. But I never realized that the king was the one who needed love the most... It was not until now that I realized that the person I liked was not Guinevere, but me... Ah, nothing." He suddenly stopped talking, as if he realized his gaffe.

"Diarmait, as a fellow noble knight serving the King, you understand my inner distress."

"Of course I understand," Diarmait's expression was also shrouded in sorrow, and his voice revealed a deep resonance, "because I have had similar experiences."

In fact, as one of the legends of the Celtic mythology branch, the love story between Lancelot and Guinevere has a prototype.

Yes, Diarmait, who sits before Lancelot, is none other than one of the protagonists of his prototype. His story with his lord Finn's fiancée, the Irish princess Grani, is one of the most famous love stories in Irish mythology and is also the prototype of the legend of Lancelot.

These two knights had given themselves two mountains.

Maybe it's some kind of Minotaur resonance, or some kind of wife-control resonance.

If Matou Kariya were here, they could form a wife-obsessed club.

"I understand. Between the lord I serve and the fate forced upon me by Geis, I was forced to make a painful choice, to elope with someone I didn't love, and to betray my loyalty."

"I have never hated anyone, but fate is so cruel." Diarmait sighed.

"Geis?" Lancelot asked.

"Yes, if Granny hadn't cast Geis on me, I would never have betrayed my lord." Diarmait poured himself a glass of wine. "I'm sure you feel the same way."

"No, I haven't been bewitched." Lancelot showed a happy expression. "The Queen and I are truly in love with each other. I love her from the bottom of my heart, and she loves me from the bottom of her heart. We also understand each other's feelings for the King."

"..."

Diarmait wanted to summon his two guns and beat the shameless man in front of him hard.

However, he actually had no right to blame Lancelot, because when he saw Granny, he was attracted to her at first sight.

So is this pure love, or is it a Taurean thing? Perhaps only the person involved can understand the connotation and feelings behind it.

"Mr. Lancelot, please come here." Xing Qingjiu's voice came into the living room, interrupting the Minotaur cocktail party.

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"So, after research, we decided to use your Noble Phantasm as the insulating coating for detectors and manned spacecraft, turning the outer shell into a Noble Phantasm to resist high-energy charged particles from outer space." Xing Qingfu explained to Lancelot.

In order to ensure the informed consent of the participants, Newton specially modified Berserker's spiritual base to eliminate his frenzy.

"Then we'll create an isolation array within the Noble Phantasm's outer shell, sealing off the interior as much as possible and simulating the effects of the Endless Protection." Xing Qingqiu flipped through the design draft, continuing despite knowing his counterpart was clueless. "We'll simulate Earth's great energy circulation internally. That is, the mana escaping from the cabin will be absorbed by the pseudo-magic circuits and transformed to power the cabin's spells and ensure the operation of the isolation array."

"After activation, the used magic power is recovered and converted through the pseudo-earth veins by the Demeter device, and the magic power is circulated in a large cycle while minimizing its loss as much as possible."

"This is the pseudo-large source designed by the teacher. But I think it's similar to an ecosphere." Xing Qingqi took out a small ecosphere from behind him. "The outer shell of the Noble Phantasm represents this outer layer of glass. Without it, the internal ecological cycle cannot be established."