Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Although Tōsaka Tokiomi's element is fire, which symbolizes life and death, he is not good at healing magic. He is also somewhat helpless in the face of Kotomine Kirei's current situation.

Is there no magician in Fuyuki who is good at healing magic? Actually, there is.

——He is lying in bed now, and he has a partial knowledge of the disease.

Kotomine Kirei's main expertise was in healing the spirit and soul, his abilities reaching the level of a priest. However, his main problem now was a lack of vitality, or in other words, a lack of physical strength.

Kotomine Risei had already contacted the priests of the Holy Church, but it would take time for them to arrive. Kotomine Kirei's condition wasn't suitable for travel, so he could only quietly wait in his hospital bed for treatment, which would arrive at an unknown time.

But even if he receives treatment from the priest, there will probably be a lot of sequelae.

"Is this also a test from the Lord? But why did it come upon my son? Is he asking me to do the deeds of Abraham?" Kotomine Risei lamented, "It was clearly me who betrayed the fairness and justice of the Supervisor, but why did the Lord punish Kirei?"

Yanfeng Li was sighing and looking out the window, but he could only see the evergreen trees trembling slightly in the cold wind.

It was rather ridiculous to say that Kotomine Kirei had been so busy covering up the traces of the Holy Grail War that he had absolutely no time to engage in it. This was also why Gilgamesh felt so annoyed. To Gilgamesh, Kotomine Kirei was like a delicacy before him, but that delicacy wasn't placed on a table or brought before him for him to enjoy.

——Instead, it was placed on the ground. If he wanted to taste it, he had to take the initiative to go forward and lie on the ground to eat it.

This was worse than killing him.

Therefore, Kotomine Kirei, whose inner nature was not awakened by Gilgamesh, was still confused about his own nature, and was still distressed by his inability to live up to his father's expectations of "purity and beauty" -

——We generally believe that this situation is caused by being too idle. For example, during the Holy Grail War, Kirei Kotomine never worried about this.

He had no time to think about that.

During the Holy Grail War, Kirei's days were filled with hectic activity. Every morning, he arrived at the church to hand over his shift to Kotomine Risho and confirm the previous night's intelligence. As the daylight grew, his workload grew heavier. First, he negotiated with various media outlets and related companies, then personally worked with the police to cordon off the relevant scenes. He also had to ensure the integrity of the repellent barriers in areas where fighting might break out, and if any were damaged, he would contact Tōsaka Tokiomi for repairs.

Otherwise, why are there so few passers-by in so many battles even in the original work? You don’t really think that Japanese office workers don’t work overtime at night.

The Holy Grail War is like this. The contestants only need to think about how to defeat others, but the people of the Holy Church have a lot to consider.

Assassin's actions are basically controlled by Tōsaka Tokiomi. On weekdays, Kotomine Kirei uses Assassin's abilities to build an intelligence network covering the entire Fuyuki area so that he can go to the scene in time to cover up any accidents.

"If Kirei had been firm in his duties as a supervisor from the beginning, would he not have fallen to this point?" Kotomine Risei thought silently. Even when his beloved son was lying unconscious in bed, Kotomine Risei did not blame others.

He might indeed have reasons to blame Tōsaka Tokiomi. If it weren't for Tōsaka Tokiomi's order, Assassin wouldn't have left the battlefield early for Tōsaka Tokiomi's victory, and Kotomine Kirei wouldn't have been drained of his magic power and even his vitality.

But in the final analysis, it all comes down to me who voluntarily abandoned my responsibilities as a supervisor. It's just karma.

As a clergyman and a father who had a son in his old age, he could never let go of the fact that his beloved son suffered because of his own fault.

Kotomine Li was closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The cool morning air passed through his nose, slightly stinging his chest. He prayed softly, hoping that the gods would forgive his mistakes and give his son a chance to wake up again.

“Kirei…”

Inside the ward, the air seemed frozen, broken only by the beeping of the heart monitor and the occasional rustle of wind outside the window. Suddenly, there was a gentle knock at the door. The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent ward, instantly catching Kotomine Risei's attention.

"Please come in." Yan Fengli was just looking out the window and shouted to the outside of the door.

The door was gently pushed open, revealing a young face. Xing Qingyu stood at the door, holding a fruit basket in one hand and a carton of milk in the other. The air in the corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant, with an unsettling chill.

When he decided to visit a patient in the hospital, he subconsciously went to buy a box of milk and a fruit basket. When he walked to the hospital door with these things, he realized that he should have asked about the customs of visiting patients in Japan in advance.

"Father Kotomine, I heard about Brother Kirei's condition, so I hurried over to visit him." Xing Qingqi said as he walked into the ward.

He carefully closed the door, walked lightly to the bedside, and placed the fruit basket and milk on the small table beside the bed. The apples, oranges, and grapes in the fruit basket were carefully arranged, looking particularly fresh, and the white packaging of the milk shone softly in the sunlight.

After Xing Qingfeng placed the fruit basket and milk, he turned to look at Kotomine Kirei lying on the hospital bed. Kirei was still unconscious, his pale face looking extremely haggard, without a trace of blood on it.

——It was obvious that the vitality was deficient, and he made a judgment at a glance.

"It's okay, don't worry." A natural smile appeared on Kotomine Risei's face. His voice was low and gentle, as if soothing both Xing Qingjiu and himself. "Kirei was just too tired recently."

"It seems Qing Jiu doesn't know that Assassin's Master is Kirei." Kotomine Ri was secretly thinking, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Even though the person in front of him was the direct cause of his beloved son's transformation into this state—

——But the most fundamental reason is still myself. Should I blame Qingjiu and put it in a dilemma?

"A few days ago, when the Holy Grail War was raging, Kirei shared a lot of work with me." Kotomine Ri was slowly spinning a lie, his voice low and steady, "Because there was so much to cover up, and Kirei insisted on taking it all on for me."

A trace of pain and self-blame flashed across Kotomine Risei's eyes, but his tone remained gentle. "One moment of carelessness led to this." He gave a wry smile, his gaze filled with helplessness and pity. "Young people always fail to take care of themselves. You'd better take him as a negative example."

Although Yan Fengli thought he had concealed it well, Xing Qingyu had actually connected everything when he witnessed the symptoms of the man on the hospital bed.

Lying on the hospital bed, Kotomine Kirei's face was as pale as paper, his eye sockets were sunken, his lips were chapped, and his breathing was weak. All these signs showed that he was experiencing a serious loss of vitality.

——And during the Holy Grail War, only Assassin's Master was most likely to encounter this situation.

"Is that so... Then this also has something to do with me." Xing Qingqi smiled apologetically, very wisely not to expose Yanfeng Lizheng's good intentions. "It seems that during the Holy Grail War, I didn't take care to hide myself, and did a lot of things that I needed your help to conceal."

"I'm sorry, but before the Holy Grail War, I knew nothing about mysteries, magic, or anything like that. I really didn't realize this."

"Hahahaha, then you have to apologize properly when Kirei wakes up." Kotomine Ri was laughing, trying to ease the tension with a relaxed tone.

"That's good." Yan Fengli was thinking silently, "This level of apology is enough. I'm not trying to comfort myself by seeking an apology from someone who has done nothing wrong. My trials are far from enough."

"But, Kirei-nii, he won't have any sequelae, right?"

"No, no, he'll be fine after lying down for a while. You don't need to worry about him so much." Yan Fengli was actually trying to comfort Xing Qingyu, his tone gentle but firm. "He's just a little too tired, that's all."

"Is that so..." Xing Qingyu nodded. He had deduced the answer to the question long before he asked.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to speak again, and the ward fell into a brief silence again. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, forming a stark contrast with the fresh air outside the window. Outside, the evergreen trees swayed gently in the breeze, as if proclaiming the resilience and strength of life.

Xing Qingyu stood quietly beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Kotomine Kirei's bloodless face.

"Teacher, I want to save someone." Xing Qingyu finally made a decision. He silently said to Newton in his heart, "No, I will come to save the person myself. I'm just worried that something might go wrong with my unfamiliar hands, so I want you to watch from the side."

"As for Kenneth... we should discuss it in person when the time comes." Xing Qingfeng thought. He stood up and said to Kotomine Risho, "Father Kotomine, it's not very good for Kirei-brother to lie here right now."

"My teacher, Caster, the Messiah of this Holy Grail War, has not yet left the stage. Do you think we should send Kirei over there..."

"...I want to try and see if I can speed up Kirei-nii's recovery, since I've learned a few things from you, Sensei." Xing Qing said, "That is, I'd like to do some clinical training with you watching over me. Do you think it's appropriate?"

"How could it be... How could a fake Holy Grail allow the true Messiah to descend?" Kotomine Li was denying it, but as if she had grasped a lifeline, she asked, "May I ask what the Messiah's name is..."

"..." (VII) Er Umbrella Order si Jiu ⒎ Delete Thoughts

"Ahaha, uh, you'll understand when the time comes." Xing Qingyu was silent for a while, then chose to laugh it off.

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"Why is it from the Holy Church?" Newton looked at Kotomine Kirei, who lay unconscious on a stretcher, and his eyes twitched. He muttered softly, "Yes, it's perfectly fine for the Messiah to save his followers. I certainly have no objection. Ha, the Holy Church!"

Kotomine Ri was standing aside with a puzzled look on his face. He kept staring at Newton, but he could not match him with the holy image in his memory.

"Excuse me, what is your holy name..." Kotomine Ri was trying to step forward and ask, but was immediately interrupted by Newton.

"My name is Messiah, that's all." Newton's tone was cold and unquestionable. He waved his hand, indicating that Yan Fengli was leaving quickly. "Now, put him on the sofa for me, and then you can leave."

Kotomine Risei hesitated for a moment, but quickly followed instructions. He carefully moved Kirei from the stretcher to the sofa, trying not to scare him or cause him further harm.

"Okay, you can go back now. Your son will be able to jump out of bed and go back to church soon." Newton's attitude was always cold and mixed with sarcasm. He always had this attitude towards the people of the Cathedral Church.

"That's why I don't get along with these people." Newton said as he watched Kotomine Li slowly leaving the gate of the Matou family's courtyard. "As soon as I call myself the Messiah, these people will start to cause a lot of trouble."

"What can I do? They can't hear the so-called Lord's voice. Can I force it into their heads?" Newton said angrily. "Should I tell them that their so-called Lord was laughing in my head while I was driving them away?"

"Ah? You can still hear God's voice?"

"I can also tell you that he has a pretty serious voyeurism," Newton said unhappily. "Please, if you see any pigeons or something that looks out of place on the road next time—"

"—I suggest you try to shoot it down with a slingshot."

"what?"

"He would like you to do this." Newton turned his attention to Kotomine Kirei lying on the sofa. "So, what's going on with this person?"

"He's Assassin's Master," Xing Qingfeng said. "His soul and spirit are fine, but his body is extremely weakened due to the massive loss of vitality. Am I correct?"

"Your judgment is correct," Newton suddenly asked Xing Qingfeng, "but it seems you are quite generous."

"Ha, the elixir is for saving people. I learned from you how to make the elixir to save people. If I don't save people, do I have to use it to kill people every day?"

"Teacher, I'm your student, Messiah's student," Xing Qingfeng said as he walked up the stairs. "Besides, he and his father have done me a favor. Wouldn't it seem narrow-minded of me if I just watched them die and didn't help them?"

"However, I think I still need to tell Kenneth about this," Xing Qingqi said, taking brisk steps on each staircase, making a rhythmic creaking sound, "otherwise it would seem like I'm not treating him as a friend."

He walked to the door of Kenneth's guest room, and without knocking, he turned the handle and opened the door and walked in. The door hinge turned gently, making a slight clicking sound, and the light in the room poured out through the half-open door, and Xing Qingqi walked in.

The furnishings in the guest room were simple yet comfortable. A soft carpet covered the entire room. A cup of hot tea sat on the small coffee table next to the sofa. Curling steam filled the air, bringing a fresh tea fragrance. The curtains in the room were half-drawn, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps, creating a warm halo.

——Kenneth was sitting on the sofa watching a movie. He had nothing to do during this period, so he stayed in his room every day watching movies on TV to kill time and satisfy his desires.

I'm talking about documentaries about space, please don't get the wrong idea.

"What's the matter?" Kenneth frowned and looked at Xing Qingjiu, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Remember Assassin? The one who almost killed you?" Xing Qingqi said casually, as if discussing a trivial matter. He slowly walked to the sofa, leaned against it, and spoke to Kenneth.

"So?" Kenneth was a little slow to react, and his face looked a little confused.

"I plan to save his master, and I came to ask if you have any objections." Xing Qingyu continued.

"?" Kenneth was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed even deeper, and it was obvious that he didn't understand for a moment.

"Then why are you asking me?" His brain paused for a while before he finally asked, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Isn't it none of your business?"

"Stop, what's my name?" Kenneth raised his hand and used the DVD remote to pause the documentary on TV. The screen froze on a magnificent space scene.

Oh my god, a magician from the aristocracy can actually operate electrical appliances! This is something that the magicians of the Tōsaka family can never achieve in their lifetime! He is truly worthy of being the genius of the Clock Tower!

"Kenneth, I forgot the rest." Xing Qingwu answered in a serious tone.

"I thought you called me Weber Velvet," Kenneth said unhappily. "Why, do you think I'd be like that kid, crying and fussing over someone trying to kill me?"

"There are so many people in the Clock Tower who want to kill me. Who does he think he is?"

"Then you are quite popular." Xing Qingwu teased.

"Why do you want to learn elixirs?" Kenneth suddenly asked.

"Save people." Xing Qingfu answered without hesitation.

"What are you doing?" Kenneth continued to ask, with a scrutinizing glint in his eyes.

"Save people." Xing Qingyu answered again in seconds.

"You saved him, so are you going to stop me from pursuing his power to kill me?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Xing Qingyu shrugged and asked in a relaxed tone, "I'm just doing what I should do. Why should it concern you?"

"Yeah, you understand it perfectly. I thought you were just stuck in some emotional rut again." Kenneth spread his hands, his tone filled with helplessness and ridicule. "So why do you have to ask me again?"

"To respect your opinion," Xing Qingwu said, "after all, it's related to you."

"If I say I mind, will you not save him?"

"No, I respect your opinion, but that doesn't mean it will affect my decision." Xing Qingyu replied, "I have my own judgment criteria. I'm just here to express my intention to respect your opinion. As for why I came—"

"—just to put me in a good mood."

"Shit, you're just wasting my time, get out of here!" Kenneth cursed with a smile.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Kenneth's swearing has become more frequent. Or perhaps, he's become less and less concerned with aristocratic etiquette.

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I am quite satisfied with the handling of this plot, I think it should have straightened things out (

Considering that the pigeon in Type-Moon does exist and is a funny guy, I slightly modified Newton's attitude towards the pigeon, which shouldn't be too outrageous.

The above is all. Please vote, ask for suggestions and reading feedback. If you think there is anything wrong, please feel free to point it out. Thank you!

Volume 63: The Alchemist’s Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Geniuses must learn advanced mathematics from a young age!

The setting sun streamed through the bathroom window of the Matou family's residence, casting a golden-red glow over the tranquil space. The frosted glass obscured the view beyond, casting a hazy veil over the scenery. Only the faint shadows of trees and the outlines of birds were visible. As the sun gradually sank into the west, the light grew softer.

The bathroom floor and walls were tiled in dark gray, shimmering softly in the setting sun. With the lights off, the bathroom seemed dim, but rather than oppressive, this gloom complemented the sunset light filtering in through the small skylight. The sunset's soft, warm glow cast a dappled shadow across the tiles, shrouding the entire bathroom in a tranquil atmosphere, where only the gentle warmth of light flowed quietly.

An elegant white ceramic bathtub occupied one corner, its edges smooth and flowing, like a carefully crafted work of art. The tub was filled with warm water, the surface rippling slightly, emitting a light mist, and the air was filled with moist warmth.

Kotomine Kirei's body lay quietly in the bathtub, enveloped by the warm water. His face was still a little pale, but his breathing had calmed down. Only his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he still felt a sense of unease in his coma. The ripples in the water gently touched his skin, as if whispering to wake him.

As time passed, the light of the setting sun gradually dimmed, but the warmth in the bathroom remained. Kotomine Kirei's brow slowly relaxed, and his breathing became more even. His fingers trembled slightly, as if trying to respond to his body's awakening. The warm water flowed slowly through his limbs, as if to wash away the fatigue and pain in his body -

——They’ve been using a jacuzzi since 1994. The Matou family is really a dog-rich family.

Kotomine Kirei's consciousness slowly began to emerge from the abyss of unconsciousness. His eyelids trembled slightly, as if struggling to break free from the constraints of sleep. A gentle sound of water reached his ears, as if calling him to wake up. Finally, his eyelids slowly opened, revealing a pair of slightly dazed eyes.

In fact, he should have woken up earlier. The elixir had been completely absorbed more than half an hour ago. Now he was just taking a hot bath.

Gradually, Kotomine Kirei's vision became clear. His eyelids fluttered slightly, and consciousness gradually recovered from his coma. As his vision focused, he subconsciously tensed his body, and his slightly alert eyes swept across every corner of the bathroom.

Although Kotomine Kirei didn't know where he was, based on the information he had received so far, this place should be safe. His heartbeat gradually steadied, and the only sound in his ears was the gentle rippling of water. As if after confirming the safety of his surroundings, his gaze gradually relaxed.