Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"All treasures that exist in this world can be traced back to this king's treasure house."

"Let's assume there's a treasure with the attribute 'a treasure that doesn't belong in the treasury'. Should this treasure also exist in your treasury?"

"You slick little devil, my treasury is not the backdrop for your mathematical tricks."

"Hahaha, that's true." Xing Qingwu smiled and stood up to refill Gilgamesh's cup. "I've been retaking set theory recently, and I couldn't help but put myself in your shoes when I heard your description."

"I have to say, this wine is really good." Xing Qingwu tasted the wine in his glass and sighed.

"The other day, those airships that kept shooting into the sky, were they related to you?"

"You mean satellite testing?" Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment. "There have been four launches, the fourth of which was a manned space flight."

"It just so happens that I've been really bored lately," Gilgamesh looked at Xing Qingjiu with interest, "Tell me a story to please me."

Isn't that what I want to hear? Why are you talking in such a roundabout way? Xing Qingfeng thought to himself.

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"Really? You have touched the territory outside this planet." Gilgamesh thought thoughtfully.

"Let me correct you. We weren't the first to go into space," Xing Qingqiu said. "The first astronaut was Gagarin. He didn't rely on any mysteries, but on pure human intelligence."

"Is that so? It seems the people of this era aren't completely worthless after all," Gilgamesh said. "It seems we can't simply label this era as an ugly world filled with fakes."

"It seems like you don't really care what outer space is like?"

"It is enough to love this world as my garden. As for the areas that I cannot reach——"

"—I have no interest at all."

"Ha, you really have no ambition, Hero King." Xing Qingfeng chuckled. "Have you never looked up at the stars in your life?"

"Others only look up to me, never to anything else. I forgive you for not being my subject, or else your presumptuous words would have been punishable by death."

"It's precisely because I can't touch them that they sparkle and make my heart flutter." Xing Qingqiu stretched out his hand and touched the sky. "I always feel that as long as I look at the sky, everything else becomes unimportant."

"In my time, the gods in the sky were filled with nothing but boring creatures." Gilgamesh emptied his glass of wine in one gulp. "They were nothing but pests that harmed my court and my subjects."

"Is it not important that I have never focused on the present you, even if my own existence is a complete fake?"

"It's not important."

"Even if you're a complete fake?"

"I've actually thought about this question, because I always feel like my life is quite unreal right now." Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and said, "But in the end, it doesn't matter at all. How insecure must one be to ask such a question?"

"Is it useful to prove whether you are genuine?"

“I have a future I want to touch, a world I want to change, and ideals I want to achieve.”

"There are so many unknowns waiting for me to explore ahead. As my teacher leads me into the door of a new world, all I see are stars."

"And you actually asked me if I would be troubled by 'not being myself'?" Xing Qingqi sighed, "Gilgamesh—"

"—Are you humiliating me?!"

"I don't care about free will or philosophical zombies. Even if I'm a fake, the ideals I hold are real."

"I'm thinking, and that in itself proves my existence."

"What keeps me going in this lonely world, apart from the initial necessity of survival, is the ideal I have achieved by following my teacher."

"If I say 'I am not myself', then there is only one possibility—"

“—I abandoned my ideals.”

Xing Qingyu looked into the distance, admiring the beautiful sunset at the moment.

"The teachers should be back soon." Xing Qingwu stood up and drank the wine in his glass. "I'll take my leave now. Thank you for your help."

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Transition chapter, next it's time to deal with the Holy Grail War.

I wanted to write more today, because it’s not good to stop here, but I have an exam next week, plus I have a lot of things to do today. I just finished this chapter. I’ll see if the remaining few hours are enough for me to write another chapter. Sorry (

Volume 43: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Those Who Don't Know Their Own Status

"Recently, a dazzling light appeared in the sky above the Miyuan River. Immediately afterwards, an unknown object streaked across the sky and landed heavily on the riverbank with a resounding roar. Local residents flocked to watch and discuss the situation. Some speculated it was a manned return capsule, while others even believed it was an alien spacecraft."

"But after experts quickly intervened, it was confirmed that this was just the wreckage of an abandoned satellite shot down by new technology, and not the manned return capsule that everyone had speculated." The news anchor's voice on TV was clear and loud, and the background picture was the fenced-off area next to the Weiyuan River.

"This technology is designed to clean up excess space junk in outer space. Developed by a multinational consortium, it aims to significantly reduce the amount of waste in Earth orbit within the next decade..."

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the desk. Xing Qingqiu yawned listlessly and flicked off the news on the television. He returned his gaze to the math workbook spread out before him. The densely packed symbols and numbers on the exercises bored him.

Kenneth said he wanted to teach his students well, and left early with Lancer.

The teacher has been busy completing his core lately, spending days in the laboratory meticulously completing the final steps. Once everything is ready, it will be time to advance the Holy Grail War and collect the souls of the other Servants.

But what exactly is the soul? Thinking of this, Xing Qingqiu's thoughts couldn't help but drift away. He twirled the pen in his hand, his gaze wandering.

Since this world is knowable, what kind of phenomenon allows the existence of the soul? These questions swirled in his mind like a cloud of fog, making it difficult for him to concentrate on the exercises in front of him.

"Functional is a heavenly-level technique, it's simply not something that mortals like us can cultivate." Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself, but ultimately decided to escape reality and put the math problems aside. "Whatever I can't finish today, I'll do tomorrow."

He stood up, stretched, and decided to go out for a walk.

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Diarmait's two guns were wrapped tightly in cloth and slung across his back. Combined with the waterproof jacket and long-sleeved shirt he wore, he looked nothing like a Celtic mythical warrior.

Instead, he looked like one of those ubiquitous fishermen who spawned near the Weiyuan River. The morning mist hadn't yet dissipated, and glistening dewdrops condensed on the grass along the riverbank. His figure seemed remarkably ordinary, like just another ordinary air force enthusiast.

"Master, we are..."

"The Holy Grail War should be over by now." Kayneth put on his robes, which symbolized his position as the Director of the Clock Tower, after a long absence. "I'm going to find my worthless student and see if he has made any progress."

"If he's killed by another Master in the next few days, as his teacher, I won't have any problem collecting his body." The morning light shone on Kenneth's face, and he smiled faintly. "If he still shows no improvement as before, then I'll fulfill my teacher's responsibilities a little and hold a special extracurricular class for him—"

"—Teach him what it means for magi to kill each other. Let him understand what he will face if he dares to take such a step."

While Kenneth's speech now mirrored that of the earlier scuffle at the docks, it lacked the gloom and resentment he'd felt then. Instead, it was as if he'd just decided what to do after dinner. His tone was relaxed, as if he were discussing an idle, everyday matter rather than the fate of the Holy Grail War.

Isn’t the master worried about his students? Diarmait thought as he followed behind. Although they had only been together for a few days, he was already accustomed to his master’s duplicity.

However, he was truly fortunate to have encountered such a lord who always upheld honor and self-respect during the Holy Grail War. He silently observed Kayneth's back, a surge of admiration welling up in his heart. Diarmait subconsciously ignored the fact that he had nearly cheated on his leader, and sat by, feeling moved by himself, wishing he could be loyal to Kayneth right now.

"Alas, is there something wrong with my educational philosophy?" Kenneth suddenly asked, his tone filled with a hint of helplessness and self-mockery. He turned his head and looked at Diarmait beside him. "Why are the students taught by that knight so easy to teach?"

"Look at Xing! He gets up early and studies diligently. He's naturally gifted, and as a man of the future, his vision is higher than most. And now he's working so hard," Kenneth sighed, his gaze piercing the morning mist as if glimpsing the distant future. "And look at Weber, who stole my relic and came to this rural area. I wonder what he's going to do."

"He didn't even turn in his final assignment."

"He's the one who constantly provokes the Clock Tower, and he's the one who's the most creative with all the students' final projects. I've rescued him no less than three times, but every time I see him, he puffs his cheeks out like a pufferfish, feeling like I'm suppressing him."

"Perhaps your lord's brilliance is causing your students to feel inferior," Diarmait continued to flatter him. Ever since he mastered Kayneth's methods, their relationship had become increasingly harmonious. "Perhaps you should tone down your genius a bit in front of those students, so they can also put themselves in a better place."

"Hahahahaha, that's true." Kenneth laughed heartily, his laughter resounding through the morning mist. "I can understand his perspective, actually. As a magician from the English countryside, it's only natural that he wants to show off his skills and prove his abilities after arriving at the Clock Tower."

"The easiest way to prove yourself is to suppress others and use them as stepping stones. Unfortunately, this country magician is short-sighted and doesn't understand how cruel the magic world is. He unknowingly tries to provoke someone he shouldn't, and I repeatedly fight him off."

"He has a little talent but can't see his place. After coming to the city, he is eager to show his talents but keeps hitting a wall. He has no one to confide in his grief and anger. It's really sad." There was a hint of pity in Kenneth's tone.

"So this is not your fault at all, my lord. It's your student's fault, who has been blinded by fame and fortune." Diarmait continued to flatter.

"Yes, so it's a teacher's responsibility to guide misguided students back on track." Kenneth sighed, a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his tone. "Alas, I'm suddenly starting to hate these things, fame, fortune, and factional struggles."

"Is it this kind of trivial thing that leads my students astray? How pathetic..."

Weber felt very panicked now.

At the dock, he'd anticipated a confrontation with the man before him sooner or later, but he hadn't expected him to come to him on his own initiative. The morning sun slanted through the curtains, spilling into the simple living room. The air was thick with the aroma of tea. However, this warm atmosphere couldn't calm Waver's inner fear.

Watching Kenneth chatting so gently with the elderly couple he was staying with, Waver felt uneasy. The tea in his cup trembled with his own trembling, stirring constantly, as if it would spill at any moment.

Even with Iskandar right beside him, he couldn't ease his nervousness at all. His tall figure gave Waver a certain sense of security, but this sense of security seemed fragile under Kenneth's gaze.

It looked like he had stolen his class teacher's money, went to the Internet cafe to play, and was caught by the class teacher.

"I heard that in Japan, gifts are a must when visiting someone." Kenneth's face was devoid of arrogance as he smiled and handed a can of tea to the elderly woman across the street. The sunlight bathed his face, making it appear particularly gentle. "I'm traveling to Japan this time and heard that Weber lives here, so I decided to come and see my students. I wonder if you've missed Western tea in the twenty-odd years since you moved to Japan?"

"Oh, you're too polite. You took good care of Weber when he was studying in the UK. We can't thank you enough, Teacher Kenneth." The old woman took the tea and smiled gratefully.

"Weber is a very worry-free child." Although Kenneth still had a smile on his face, Weber could still feel that he gritted his teeth as he said the word "worry-free". "You can rest assured."

"Then I won't disturb you guys anymore," the old woman put down the snacks, stood up and left the living room, turned around and closed the door, leaving the four people in the living room a quiet space.

The moment the door closed, the air in the room seemed to become heavier and suffocating.

"Weber Velvet!" Kenneth fixed his gaze on the sweat-drenched Weber. As he roared, Weber's trembling became even more intense. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hammering at Weber's heart.

"Why, when you stole my relic, you weren't trembling with fear like you are now?" Kenneth continued to question, his voice as cold as ice. "How stupid are you to abandon your studies and waste time in a place like this?"

"Do you think participating in this kind of rural fighting activity can prove your research talent?" Kenneth scoffed. "Using your muscular physique to prove your brains?"

"If all magi proved their prowess through force, then I wouldn't be the instructor at the Clock Tower—"

"—But that magus killer, Emiya Kiritsugu."

Weber really wanted to be tough and say a few polite words to mock him.

Yes, he had already taken the lead and successfully made the Heroic Spirit Iskandar his Servant. Wasn't this a perfect revenge for the humiliation he had suffered in the Clock Tower for so long?

But he simply lowered his head, not even daring to meet Kayneth's gaze. Frozen with fear, he even began to tear at the corners of his eyes. Iskandar sat silently by the side, his brow furrowed slightly, as if weighing how to help his Master, yet feeling it was not his place to interrupt such a conversation between teacher and student.

Perhaps he couldn't stand his master's loss of composure, so he chose to speak up for his master.

"No, I think my Master did the right thing." Iskandar, who was beside Waver, put his arm around his thin, trembling shoulders. "When you see something you want, you take it away and leave in triumph. This is the 'plunder' of the King of Conquerors!"

"He's my student. I'm reprimanding him, what are you doing butting in on?" Kenneth, unafraid of Iskandar, turned and stared at him intently. "So, what you mean by conquest is secretly taking my things while I'm away, and then escaping on a plane in the middle of the night without even daring to see me?"

"Escape in the dark... that's truly the behavior of a thief." Iskandar crossed his arms, thought for a moment, then slapped Waver on the back. "Hey, kid, your teacher is right. What you did was definitely wrong."

"Hahaha, since this is just a lecture between teacher and student, I won't say anything more." Iskandar stood up and took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator nearby. Ignoring Waver's shouts of "Rider!", he walked aside. "Hey, Diarmait, you're just sitting there anyway, why don't you have a couple of drinks with me?"

Iskandar was quite perceptive, sensing that Kenneth didn't harbor any murderous intent, nor did he harbor any resentment or hatred. Hidden beneath his sharp words was the proper reprimand of a teacher for a student who had made an error.

Although he didn't know why, in just a few days, the man before him seemed like a completely different person. His mind and courage were far greater than before, and there was almost no trace of the petty attitude that was unique to magi in the past. But Iskandar could sense that at this moment, the identities and positions between the two were not that of master to master, but that of teacher to student.

In that case, I have no reason to speak for my Master from the perspective of the Holy Grail War, but if I consider it from the perspective of teacher and student...

Iskandar thought of his teacher Aristotle, and always felt that the scene in front of him was very similar to when he was scolded by his teacher.

Hahaha, even the King of Conquerors can't interfere in such matters.

"What's that expression of yours? What's that look in your eyes? What's that tear of yours?" Kenneth shouted harshly. "I'm asking you, why didn't you set up a concealing barrier at the base?"

"I……"

"Tell me, what preparations have you made for this Holy Grail War?" Kenneth looked at the cowardly Waver standing beside him and said angrily, "Isn't the only preparation you made to steal my holy relic?"

"Is this how you treat the rituals you use to prove yourself? You become complacent with your abilities, losing sight of your own place and recognizing the true nature of your talents."

"With your pitiful magical power, you dare to intervene in a fight between magicians without any preparation?" Kayneth rubbed his brow in distress. "Of all my students, you're the one who gives me the most trouble."

"It seems this kid really is liked by his teacher." Iskandar thought silently as he drank his wine. "He made so many mistakes and yet he only got a scolding."

"You're as ridiculous as that paper you wrote," Kenneth sneered. "Looking at your expression, you seem quite unconvinced?"

"I'm not even mentioning how ridiculous the main question of your paper is, or how nonsensical your arguments are. Just from what I can see, there are at least five obvious citations from other papers."

"And you, without even a single citation, still want to submit it to the review committee?"

"Tell me, what is your purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War?"

"I..." Waver was speechless, timid. After a long while, he mustered up all his courage and looked up at Kenneth. "I just hope to receive the most fair and just evaluation from the world, and make those people in the Clock Tower who never recognized my talent change their minds!"

"Huh?" Kenneth was a little confused. "You... think this kind of rural magic ritual can prove yourself?"

"Webber Velvet, I've indeed neglected your education." Kenneth sighed. "I thought I was being kind enough by repeatedly saving you at the end of the semester, but I didn't expect that I'd actually encouraged your behavior."

"You can't see your own position clearly, and you can't recognize where your talents lie. Every time you teach an assignment, it's the most rebellious one—"

"—Why do you think that writing something unique in your homework proves your talent?"

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Kenneth trained Weber for nearly five hours.

Iskandar, who was originally full of enthusiasm, had already fallen asleep, with empty beer bottles lying around him.

"Oh... is it over?" As if sensing the change in atmosphere, Iskandar, who had been sleeping soundly, raised his head. "Hahaha, I'm sure this kid will grow a lot in the future."

"He'd better improve." Kenneth straightened his collar, put away his expression, and said seriously, "I'm sorry, seeing my student like this, I felt really disappointed in him. I really lost my composure."

"Let's talk business, the business of the Holy Grail War."