Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Emiya Kiritsugu, you are not suitable for this path." Newton's judgment was like the final verdict directed at Emiya Kiritsugu.

Emiya Kiritsugu's lips curled up into a bitter smile, as if he had a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to express, but in the end, only a sigh came out of his mouth: "Is that so..." His fingers lightly touched the unopened cigarette box, "Maybe I will hold on for a few more days.

His gaze once again fell on the sunlight outside the window, a mixture of anticipation for the future and a sense of compromise with reality. "However, since the Holy Grail cannot fulfill my wish..." his voice carried a hint of self-mockery. "It's best to give up, after all. For a man like me, continuing to participate in the Holy Grail War will only lead to more unnecessary bloodshed."

"Kiritsugu?!" Artoria, who was listening at the side, couldn't help but question.

Newton gracefully raised his cup, savoring every subtle aroma of the tea. "What? Do you have a wish that relies on this ethereal Holy Grail to fulfill?" His words revealed the care and concern of an elder for his junior. "Instead of pinning your hopes on that, why not just enjoy modern life while you can still see the light of day?"

"I feel that it's a bit against the will of the teacher to act like an elder in front of King Arthur..." Xing Qingyu thought silently.

"I just... want to save Britain." Artoria hesitated. "I want to use the power of the Holy Grail to change Britain's fate of destruction."

Newton's denial was like a bucket of cold water, mercilessly extinguishing the fire in Altria's heart. "That's impossible." He said without a trace of hesitation. "I've done a fair amount of research on Britain, the last retreat of the Age of Gods."

"After Solomon's death 930 years ago BC, the Age of the Gods marked the turning point, with its rate of decline accelerating dramatically. However, even before that, the Age of the Gods had already begun to decline."

"With the birth of Jesus as the starting point, in the year 1 AD, the Age of Gods completely disappeared from the European continent, with only remnants remaining on some small islands, such as Britain."

"Around the fifth century AD, the last rays of light from the Age of Gods will fade, marking the end of the Age of Gods." Newton briefly explained the background of his research to Artoria. "The so-called Kingdom of Britain is merely the reverberation of the afterglow of the Age of Gods."

"I stole some of their archaeological findings from the Archaeology Department... I mean, I stole some of their archaeological findings. I discovered that crops in Britain at the time couldn't adapt to the thin magical environment caused by the retreat of the True Aether. Combined with records from the secular world..."

"Yes, the food produced by the island's land was becoming less and less." Artoria took over Newton's words, proving that the archaeology department and Newton's judgment were correct. "In the end, the people on the island could only barely make ends meet by relying on Sir Lancelot to purchase food through his territory in France..."

"So even the Holy Grail couldn't save Britain. It was destroyed by the retreat of the Age of Gods." Newton felt the matter was resolved and prepared to continue enjoying his afternoon tea. "It's normal that you can't understand the true cause of Britain's demise. Some things can only be revealed through investigation by future generations."

"Just like the fall of the Ming Dynasty was to some extent related to the Little Ice Age at the time," Xing Qingfeng agreed. "There's nothing we can do about it."

"Britain is doomed. I do not deny its fate." Artoria stood up from the sofa. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the reception room with a bright and warm glow, contrasting with Artoria's tall figure.

"I knew Britain's fate would be destroyed the moment I drew my sword." There was no sadness in her expression, only an unshakable determination. "I'm sorry I didn't express my wishes clearly just now—"

"—I want Britain to perish peacefully, and for its people to happily experience the retreat from the Age of Gods." Her eyes gleamed with deep affection for the British people. "Because of me, Britain will ultimately suffer no peace, and will meet its end in endless war and chaos."

"I hope that if a new leader could lead this Britain, which is doomed to perish, he would do a better job than me. Would he be able to save the people from the suffering of war?"

"This is the true way to save Britain. If I can't make my people happy, I'm not a worthy king."

Newton and Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes met, their expressions somewhat complicated, but neither of them interrupted Altria's speech.

"Let me ask, even though it's recorded in history, I still want to ask..." Newton considered his words, "That so-called king selection ceremony was probably a trick to choose the right person for the job, so he must have accepted this mission before then..."

"When did you start to accept this?" His question hit the point.

Altria recalled, her voice carrying a distant echo. "Well... when I was about five years old, I started receiving an education in chivalry and the ways of kings while staying at Sir Ector's house."

"The future of a country rests on a five-year-old child?" Newton asked in astonishment. "What are the rest of the country doing? Just living a life of idleness and waiting to die?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with bearing that kind of fate. I can see that many people are smiling, so it must be right..."

Xing Qingqiu's words interrupted her thoughts. "Wait a minute. I think that instilling such ideas into a child without judgment from a young age, and asking her whether she will regret it when she grows up..." His words were filled with blame, but not directed at Altria. "I think it's a serious failure of education."

Newton sighed with a hint of helplessness. "Listen, I need you to first understand this fact: the Holy Grail cannot grant your wish. At least, this fake one in Fuyuki City can't do it. Can you accept that?"

"...I can accept it." She said she accepted it, but her clenched fists on her knees revealed her inner feelings.

"Second, if you do get the Holy Grail, I hope you can use it to fulfill this wish," Newton said. "Make a wish to summon all your teachers and elders, and beat them up one by one."

"They've allowed their own incompetence to bind young people who shouldn't be bound by gravity. These people are ugly and shameless." Newton stood up and gestured for Xing Qingjiu and Lancelot to leave. "I suggest you go to the library and read the biographies of you in later generations. Take these few days to think about it."

Newton said this and turned to leave the reception room.

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The branches of the trees swayed in the cold winter wind, their bare outlines carving a picture of winter. Dead leaves rustled underfoot, and every step seemed to echo past memories. The sun slanted through the treetops, dappling the ground, bringing a touch of warmth to this silent world.

"Qingjiu, do you see that?" Newton's voice was particularly clear in the silence. He turned to ask Xing Qingjiu, "This is it. The souls of the Abandoned Underworld, the Leftovers, and the Qiqi, bound by gravity, all of them."

His gaze swept across the winter woodland, as if searching for some proof of life. "The Einzbern family's tragic wish has bound them for millennia. Although they look toward the future, they are ultimately unable to break free from that tragic wish from a thousand years ago."

"Emiya Kiritsugu is buried in the present, bound by his past experiences. He appears to be heartless and willing to sacrifice anyone, but in reality he is fragile and sensitive. He rejects happiness that is within his reach. Bound and squeezed by gravity, he dares not even look up to the future. In the end, he can only satisfy himself with so-called salvation."

"The last one is the King of Britain. I'm sure you can tell." Newton shook his head in disdain. "She's been indoctrinated with such ideas since childhood. The so-called choices are nothing but the product of deliberate education. Bound by gravity since childhood, she could not rest in peace until her death, still obsessed with her past."

His gaze softened, and his tone became gentle. "Qingjiu, I hope you won't be bound by the gravity of this reality." Newton gently touched Xing Qingjiu's head, with the kindness of an elder towards a younger generation. "You are an outsider traveler. You don't belong to this world, and you shouldn't bear any responsibility for it."

Sunlight filters through the sparse treetops, casting a dappled shadow on the ground, creating a dance of light and shadow. The wind blows through the treetops, bringing bursts of rustling sound like nature's whisper, gently humming the stories that once happened on this land.

In this snowless and barren forest, life seems to have been temporarily paused, and there is no sign of life.

“As a young person, you just need to embrace the world and look forward to a better future.”

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Honestly, I feel like my handling of Artoria wasn't very good. I still think Urobuchi's Ainz is just, uh... well, everyone understands. So, I went with the character design of Mushroom, who cleaned up Urobuchi's mess in the Garden of Avalon. I wanted to show that Artoria's choices were inevitable, shaped by her upbringing and her perspective. Merlin's talk of her giving up was pure nonsense. In that sense, Kiritsugu and I share a similar opinion on Ainz: it's simply unbelievable that people at the time would entrust such a heavy responsibility to such a young girl.

But I still feel that it is not well written. I will come back and see if I can revise it when I have the chance. I am really sorry.

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I really can't squeeze out a single word now, because if I write these two chapters separately, they won't be coherent enough, which really affects the reading experience too much, so today I specially tried to find some time to slack off and write, and barely wrote two chapters (

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Volume 28: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Lancelot said he had no objection

Xing Qingfeng was in the yard, making the final confirmation with Lancelot.

"Let me confirm one final point with you. You are fully aware of the details of this experiment and are participating in it voluntarily and knowingly." Xing Qingqiu held a folder in his arms and explained word by word to Lancelot. "Finally, I need to explain this experiment to you again to ensure your right to know."

"The principle behind the Servant summoning in the Holy Grail War is to borrow information from the Heroic Spirit's original form, stored in the Realm Recording Tape. This information is then used to construct the Servant's soul, which is then infused into the so-called Job Framework to create a Heroic Spirit clone directly connected to the original Servant. Upon death, the soul returns to the Realm Recording Tape, and the information is returned to the original Servant."

"Based on this principle, we can intercept part of the Servant's information and solidify it in the 'Mirror of Apocrypha' we created. Its essence is actually the same as that of Servant Summoning: both obtain part of the information and infuse it into a prepared container to gain the corresponding ability. This part will be carried out by the prodigy of the Clock Tower, the Minerals Department..." Xing Qingfeng realized something was wrong as he was reading, "Kenneth, did you change my contract?!"

"I didn't!" Kenneth shouted as he screwed in the screws.

"Then explain to me what 'Clock Tower Prodigy, Mineral Master, and Spiritual Director, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald' means."

"I believe that any contract that mentions me should include my full name and title, regardless of the form."

"Ahem, I've strayed off topic." Xing Qingqi continued to speak to Lancelot, "Although the information that constitutes a Servant's personality and memory will be specially separated and stored by us, waiting to be returned to the realm record tape after the Holy Grail War ends, the essence of this process is actually—"

"We need to separate the servant's soul, separate the vast majority of it, sever its connection to the realm recorder, and refine it onto the detector." Xing Qingqiu said seriously, "You may not understand this, so let me give you an analogy: after killing you, we will remove your brain and preserve it, and then return it to your body."

"That's why we chose you." Xing Qingfeng looked at Lancelot sincerely. "Your Noble Phantasm, 'Knights Never Die Unarmed,' gives the object in your hand the property of 'your own Noble Phantasm,' and its ability is truly perfect for our needs."

"We are explaining this to you based on the principles of complete openness and voluntary participation. We hope you will understand and participate in this experiment." Xing Qingqiu quickly flipped through the contract, turning to the last page. "I know that in your time, such a cumbersome process was completely unnecessary, but this is also the basic moral principle of a modern person. Please forgive me."

“If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.”

"I want to ask..." Lancelot hesitated, "If I say I don't participate voluntarily, will you force me?"

"Hmm..." Xing Qingyu pondered for a moment, "No."

"How noble..."

"We will contact Emiya Kiritsugu, who has confirmed that he will no longer participate in the Holy Grail War, and use the Command Seals in his hand to negotiate with his Servant, Artoria." Xing Qingfeng said slowly, "Then we will make a request to you through Artoria. Will you refuse it?"

"Uh..." Lancelot was stunned.

"Dedicating oneself to the king's request is a knight's virtue, isn't it?" Xing Qingfeng smiled brightly. "If you have no objection, please sign here."

Lancelot took the thick stack of documents from Xing Qingqi's hand, turned back to the first page and began to read carefully.

"Wait, why are you reading so carefully?" Xing Qingwu looked a little flustered. "Just sign the last page of the contract. That's what we modern people do."

"What does it mean... Lancelot voluntarily gives up all of his soul except for his personality and memories, and cannot object to its disposal under any circumstances?"

"Hmm... This one is mainly about people outside the industry guiding those in the industry, so don't overthink it."

"So what does this mean? The ownership of Lancelot's Noble Phantasm will be voluntarily transferred to Xing Qingfeng after signing the contract?"

"Of course it's for use as a spacecraft. Wasn't that what we agreed on from the beginning?"

"Then, what does it mean that Lancelot voluntarily handed over his inheritance to Xing Qingjiu, and that Lancelot had no right to deny Xing Qingjiu's use of Lancelot's image and other personal rights for profit?"

"You have no right to deny it, because this is material in the public domain." Xing Qingyu shrugged, subtly not explaining the content of the first half of the sentence.

"What do you mean, this agreement disregards spirit base type, regardless of summoning time. Anyone or any servant calling themselves 'Lancelot' is included in the scope of this agreement?"

"Alas... I added this because you're no longer a Berserker in the strictest sense, having left your berserker state." Xing Qingfeng explained with a smile, "Although the wording is rather imprecise, I did take a lot of factors into consideration."

"Are your moral standards really that high?!" Lancelot was a little devastated. "Isn't this basically a contract to sell your body?"

"Ahem..." Xing Qingfu's expression straightened as he said solemnly, "This agreement was drafted with respect for both parties' backgrounds, taking into account the eras of both parties. You were born in the fifth century, and I was born in the twenty-first century."

"If I were to judge based solely on the moral standards of the 21st century, I'd be disrespectful to you," Xing Qingfeng said. "But if I were to judge based on the moral standards of the 5th century, I wouldn't accept it either. It's too backward and too conservative."

"So to respect both sides, I chose a middle number, which is the 13th century."

“The seeds of capitalism were already there in the 13th century, so I took the most advanced ideology of the time as my moral standard, that is, capitalist morality.”

"I respect you very much, Mr. Lancelot." He could have subdued the young man with just a wave of his hand, but Lancelot still felt a chill running deep into his bones. "Sign quickly, and then we can start the fight."

"Where did the devil come from?!"

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In short, Lancelot was gone. Well, after voluntarily signing the indenture, he quite willingly went to the operating table and passed away painlessly. Newton, bypassing the Holy Grail ritual, sent his personality and memories directly back to the realm record tape.

Well, there really is no pain at all. The howling coming from the Matou family is just an auditory hallucination, so please don't take it seriously.

Could a soul-tearing ritual truly be completely painless? Never mind, such a question was pointless; the victim's soul had already returned to the Throne of Heroes.

"The Mirror of Apocrypha was successfully launched." Kenneth quickly operated a piece of glass standing in the cabin, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable excitement, "All parameters are normal, the structure is stable, and the soul can be injected at any time." Outside the cabin, some remaining traces of broken parts can still be seen in the repaired backyard, and the scorch marks left by the previous launch accident are faintly visible on the ground and walls.

"Start the Hyperion Core and begin powering it," Newton ordered Xing Qingfeng after hearing the report. The newly repaired equipment gleamed with a new sheen in the morning sun.

"The core is operating normally, the magic output is stable, and the energy fluctuations are within the calculated range and far below the alarm threshold," Xing Qingqi replied, his fingers dancing across the control terminal, his eyes glued to the data stream on the screen. A few days ago, he had been anxiously running around these ruins, directing the repair work. Now, everything was back to normal.

"Activate the 'Okeanos Belt' and begin injecting ether into the cabin to establish an internal circulation." Newton's steady voice echoed in the backyard of the Matou family.

"The internal circulation of ether is normal, and the loss rate is within the expected range." Xing Qingfeng checked the dashboard, confirming that everything was normal. In the garden outside the window, new vegetation had been replanted, and the flowers swayed gently in the breeze, as if heralding new hope.

"Activate the Koos Calibrator and begin constructing a simulated celestial environment, preparing to isolate the inner and outer environments."

"The virtual rotation axis has been deployed, and the trajectory of the inner circulation of the ether is consistent with the calculation." Kenneth's voice was full of concentration.

"Finally, activate the Chaos Barrier to completely isolate the internal and external environments."

"Everything is normal. There is nothing abnormal in the power system, internal magic circulation system, and internal ether circulation system." Xing Qingfu handed the terminal in his hand to Newton for inspection. "The data of important instruments are all here. After Lancelot's soul is injected into the "Mirror of Apocrypha", we can proceed to the next simulation." He looked at the brand new venue, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment and a hint of nervousness.

"Kenneth, are you confident? This is the only material we have." Xing Qingyu shook the flask in his hand, and the silver liquid inside swayed, reflecting a faint luster.

"If I fail, you will be the director of the Clock Tower's Spiritual Advent Department," Kenneth replied confidently, his fingers tapping lightly on the glass. "She will be the third supreme ceremonial garment I have ever created."

"she?"

"Since its creation, the mirror has been inextricably linked to the concept of the soul. It is seen as a being that reflects the heart and the soul," Kenneth explained. "And its position in mythology is mostly inseparable from women."

"Since the detector's various devices are drawn from Greek mythology, I will also name the soul-carrying 'Apocryphal Mirror' the Nymph Lancelot."

"It's inspired by the imagery of the spirits who transform everything, and the myth of Hylas being captured by the nymphs beneath the water. Lancelot himself was raised by the nymphs of the lake, so the name is quite fitting."

"You're about to be effeminated, Mr. Lancelot," Xing Qingjiu asked the mercury in the bottle, his tone teasing, "Do you have any objections?"

"Mr. Lancelot said he had no objection." Xing Qingqi moved his ear away from the flask and replied with an innocent smile on his face.

"Alright, give me the ingredients quickly." Kenneth couldn't wait to snatch Lancelot's soul from Xing Qingjiu's hands. His eyes showed impatience. "I can't wait any longer."

Kenneth carefully mixed the mercury in the bottle with the salt prepared in advance (Xing Qingfeng later discovered that the so-called salt was actually sodium hydroxide) and applied it to the polished glass surface.

"By mixing salt, which symbolizes the flesh... I mean, matter, with mercury, we provide a home for the spirit within the mercury," Kenneth explained, his voice filled with scholarly rigor and pride. "By proactively providing a home, the mercury can adhere more tightly to the surface of the glass, creating a smoother mirror finish."

"I have a sense of déjà vu..." Xing Qingyu muttered to himself, his eyes narrowed. "This thing must not be as mysterious as he said."

"However, as a symbolic shelter, salt's properties repel the physical body, so you must be prepared for it," Kenneth said, a truly qualified teacher. "Otherwise, the salt will corrode your flesh."

"Hmm...did they choose corrosive salt?" Xing Qingwu automatically translated in his mind.

"After the coating is completed, it needs to be cured," Kenneth explained. "Usually, this requires high temperature exposure, but we can use magic to speed up the process."

"There's nothing wrong with this step..." Xing Qingwu thought to himself.

"With this, a basic spirit mirror is complete." Kenneth wiped the sweat from his forehead from the heat waves accelerated by magic. "Of course, the salt used will vary depending on the material. If silver is used as the carrier of the spirit and soul, other materials will still need to be added on top of it."

"Oh, the silver mirror reaction." Xing Qingyu suddenly realized and nodded.

"Nymph Lancelot has been loaded." Kayneth inserted a large mercury mirror into the reserved space in the cabin, moving carefully, fearing any mistakes. "We can proceed to the next step."

"The weapon concept has been finalized," Xing Qingfeng replied, his voice tinged with nervousness and excitement. "Activate the pseudo-Noble Phantasm 'Knights Never Die Unarmed.'"

"The Noble Phantasm has been completed. The simulated planetary protection is normal. The Spirit Barrier is operating normally. The Chaos Barrier is operating normally. The Chaos Calibrator is continuing to calculate..." Xing Qingfeng looked at the data report on the terminal and gradually relaxed. "Everything is running normally. The internal and external environments are completely isolated. We can proceed to the next step."

"High-energy particle flow environment simulation begins." Newton's voice was deep and powerful. "Based on the data from the last test flight, the simulation will be performed at three thousand times the intensity."

"Everything is normal," Xing Qingfeng replied, his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard. "It's far from reaching the theoretical limit. We can proceed to the next step of the experiment."