Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

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Actually, speaking of my band, I have to mention that because of some personal issues I had previously, they were always worried that I was putting too much pressure on myself. I won't go into details, as it's all in the past. Maybe it was because I was typing in the car the day before yesterday that they thought I was too stressed out, so they dragged me to rehearse to relieve stress. Anyway, I'm not as unreasonable as everyone thinks. (

There are cats in the rehearsal area, and I also like to drink the tea they make (whispering)

Volume 9: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging Message: . Not a Spirit

A cold wind howled through the empty streets, carrying the distinct chill of the night. The silence was broken only by the occasional low chirping of a distant bird. Xing Qingqiu and Mandy Cardo stood beneath the dim streetlights. The orange light cast long, blurry shadows on the ground.

Two small flying kunai slid down from Xing Qing's wound, making a slight metallic clang. As the kunai fell, bright red blood gushed out of the wound, dripping down his clothes onto the ground. The moment it hit the air, it turned into fine dust and dissipated into the night.

At the wound, emerald green crystals, like hungry beasts, quickly devoured the magic power flowing out of the wound, and began to spread and multiply on his skin, forming a crystal clear film, which sealed the wound and turned into flesh and blood again.

At the same time, Mandicardo's hands firmly grasped a spirit shrouded in black mist. The spirit was about the size of a child, similar in form to the one wielding the Muramasa sword. A thick black mist enveloped its body, its features hidden within the mist, revealing only two scarlet eyes. Like a demon from the abyss, it exuded a chilling eeriness.

Despite its initial ferocity, the spirit was now pinned to the ground by Mandicardo, unable to move. Without even drawing his sword, Mandicardo gripped the spirit's shoulders firmly, preventing it from launching any further attacks. The spirit struggled in his grip, and the black mist swirled around it, emitting a low, whimpering sound.

"It might react a bit violently later, so make sure you hold it in place." He pulled out a test tube filled with a pale red paste. The paste swayed slightly in his hands, reflecting an eerie luster. Xing Qingfeng took a deep breath, opened the test tube, and poured half of it onto the spirit's head. As if encountering some resistance, the paste slowly flowed, eventually covering the spirit's head.

While naturally occurring spirits were not uncommon, this one, enveloped in black fog and actively attacking, was extremely unusual. Considering its frequency and aggressiveness, he concluded it was likely artificially generated. Further steps were necessary to determine the source of the spirit's magical power.

The elixir he had just used was a by-product of his daily research. Perhaps it could also be seen as an extension of the elixir he had used in the Fourth Holy Grail War. However, its purpose was simply to create the illusion of a magic power deficit, causing the spirit to actively demand more magic power from the source, allowing Xing Qingjiu to trace it back to the source.

To give an inappropriate example, it is like a nurse tying a rubber band around your wrist during an injection to make the blood vessels more visible.

However, contrary to Xing Qingjiu's expectations, the spirit didn't undergo any drastic changes under the ointment. The black mist still clung to it, swirling and trembling slightly, but it didn't exhibit the expected strong reaction. The spirit's eyes, still like two crimson flames, stared coldly at Xing Qingjiu, as if mocking his futility.

"Hmm? Isn't it just a spirit?" Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself in confusion, his eyes fixed on the spirit's changes. The spirit was still struggling in the black mist, but there was no further reaction. "Oh, this is what he meant by a Servant-like being."

"It...it doesn't seem to be reacting." Mandicardo whispered.

"Well, it's not a spirit. Judging from its magical structure alone, it's already close to being a Servant." Xing Qingfan replied casually, "What kind of situation is it? A half-Servant? A shadow Servant?"

Xing Qing was silent for a moment. He lowered his head, his gaze scanning every detail of Erlin Bawuling Jiushan Liu Jiuqun's spirit. The black mist twisted in the night like a living thing, and the spirit's eyes were dark red like blood.

"Interesting..." He suddenly raised his hand and broke off a section of his pinky finger without hesitation. In that instant, blood gushed out from the broken part, but the blood did not spill onto the ground. Instead, it quickly condensed in the air and turned into an emerald green crystal.

Xing Qingfeng offered no further explanation. He simply dropped the emerald green crystal into the remaining paste in the test tube and gently shook it. Under the influence of the crystal, the paste quickly changed color, gradually becoming thicker and turning from light red to scarlet.

"Um...are you...all right?" You Ruoyu, standing by, finally recovered from the shock of the moment. But when she saw Xing Qingyu snap her finger without hesitation and transform it into crystal, she was shocked again. She couldn't help but ask, a hint of hesitation and worry in her voice, "Um...doesn't it hurt?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it." Xing Qingfeng remained unfazed. "It can't be helped. I didn't bring enough ingredients. Besides, cutting your wrists might hurt, but breaking your fingers doesn't hurt at all."

"Ah...?" You Ruoyu's computer crashed again.

"This might be dangerous for you. Be prepared to let go and avoid getting contaminated," Xing Qingfeng instructed Mandicardo. He raised his head slightly, his gaze once again resting on the test tube in his hand. After confirming the paste and crystals had completely merged, he poured the liquid from the test tube onto the spirit's head without hesitation. As the paste covered the spirit's body, it trembled violently, and the surrounding black mist began to surge violently as if stimulated.

Although the spirit had initially remained unresponsive to the effects of the drug, it now seemed to be suddenly awakened, struggling violently and emitting a low, hoarse roar. Black mist swirled around its body, as if threatening to engulf it, and its struggles were tinged with frenzy and pain. Mandicardo felt the pressure in his hands suddenly increase, and with a slight force, he pinned the spirit down firmly.

For some reason, You Ruoyu inexplicably thought of the scene of slaughtering pigs during the New Year when he returned to the village.

Xing Qingfeng observed the changes in the spirits intently and noticed that the fluctuations in the black mist were becoming more intense, indicating that these spirits were indeed the servants that Schrödinger had mentioned. However, he soon discovered something even more bizarre—

The magical fluctuations of the spirit body do not come from the outside, but are connected to the ground beneath the feet. This means that the magic power of the spirit body is not simply supplied by the outside world, but is directly drawn from the earth veins.

"Strange... How is it connected to the earth vein?" Xing Qingqi frowned and muttered quietly, "What is this? Don't tell me this thing is a Kyoto specialty."

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"Ha...ha..." The girl's panting echoed through the silent streets, a tinge of tension and exhaustion. The chill of the winter wind, carrying a hint of chill, sliced through the air like a knife as it weaved through the ancient streets of Kyoto. Night fell, the sky pitch black. The wooden buildings lining the streets cast long shadows under the dim streetlights. Occasionally, a few dead leaves drifted from the trees along the roadside, rustling as they rolled across the ground in the cold wind.

A girl in a light green haori stood at the street corner, her petite figure looking strikingly lonely in the dim light. Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving violently. The blade she gripped still gleamed coldly, its trembling tip reflecting her inner tension and anxiety. Beads of sweat formed on the girl's forehead, quickly condensing in the chill wind and trickling down her cheeks.

A closer look at the girl's dress revealed burn marks all over the hem and cuffs of her light green haori. The charred marks, as if scorched by a blazing flame, were particularly glaring. Even at her temples, a faint charred smell could be detected, as if she had just escaped from a sea of fire.

Kyoto encountered a flame spearman by chance. He was so strong with the sun wheel armor that he was as powerful as a monster and could not be defeated no matter how hard he tried.

Yes, Ms. Okita was now in the midst of a stunning escape. With a slightly superior agility, she realized she couldn't break through her opponent's defense no matter how hard she fought, so she decided to run. It was just a probing attack, so there was no need to expose her Noble Phantasm so early.

The girl's eyes were as sharp as the sword in her hand, but they couldn't hide her deep fatigue. She glanced around, searching for any escape route. However, behind her, a fiery murderous aura followed her like an invisible net, gradually tightening.

Let me be clear, this fiery heat is not a metaphor.

"How could someone so reckless be so ruthless..." Okita Souji's whine was filled with despair and exhaustion. In the previous battle, every time she tried to counterattack, the Kikuichimonji Norimune in her hand was easily deflected by the opponent's overwhelming strength. Her blade barely left a mark against Karna's Nichirin Armor, like hitting a solid iron wall. No matter how hard she tried, her attacks were fleeting and futile. And the opponent's casual blow could almost send her back to the Throne of Heroes—

Even after only a few rounds of parrying, her clothes were nearly ignited by the flames attached to the opponent's weapon. Fortunately, she quickly pulled away at the critical moment, barely avoiding the fate of her clothes being completely burned.

She still felt sorry for the haori she was wearing.

In fact, Okita Souji had no intention of fighting at all, because he and his master had such a good compatibility. Their strategy as a master and servant was to reduce the fighting as much as possible.

——But who would have thought that while watching a Taiga drama all night and running out of drinks and snacks, I could run into an enemy Servant when I went out to buy them! And why did that Servant see through me at first sight? Why would a Master and a Servant go out and wander around in the middle of the night?

Ms. Okita has clearly overlooked the fact that the main stage of the Holy Grail War takes place at night.

"Ha...ha..." Okita Souji's breathing became increasingly rapid. She could sense the murderous aura rapidly approaching from behind her. Suddenly, a gentle breeze rustled through the air, followed by a blazing breath and the sound of heavy footsteps. She turned sharply and saw Karna's figure appear behind her like a ghost, his spear flashing with a fiery light, pointing directly at her back.

—Okita Souji quickly rolled sideways, barely avoiding the fatal blow. The spear suddenly stabbed into the ground, instantly exploding sparks on the stone slabs. Karna's power was so great that even the ground trembled.

She used the momentum of the roll to quickly stabilize her body. The Kikuichimonji Norimitsu in her hand was already unsheathed, and the blade drew a graceful arc in the night. Not caring about her own ignited clothes, she quickly took a stance, pointing the tip of the sword at the middle of her opponent's left eye, which was the stance of the Shinsengumi Tennen Rishin-ryu.

"If this doesn't work, then there's really nothing else to do... Anyway, it's the Three-Stage Strike!" Okita Souji growled, his figure vanishing into a shadow as he instantly exploded at astonishing speed. With an almost unpredictable speed, the incredibly fast secret sword transformed into three thrusts, all simultaneously striking Karna's chest.

Although it is a three-stage thrust, it exists at the same position at the same time. This contradiction causes a local "collapse of the phenomenon" at the tip of the sword, and ultimately not only causes the three-stage thrust to become an undefendable secret sword, but also has excellent material destruction.

Okita Souji's sword drew a sharp arc in the night, pointing directly at Karna's chest. She used all her strength to thrust the Kikuichimonji Norimune into the enemy—

Unfortunately, she was facing the Higurashi, a Higurashi that negated 90% of enemy intervention. Yet, even so, the blade still penetrated Karna, albeit only a tiny fraction. A crimson flower bloomed on Karna's chest, blood trickling down the wound. It was the result of Okita Souji's sheer effort. Though only a paltry 10% of the effect, her sword had undoubtedly left a grievous scar on him.

"Puwa——" He was clearly the attacker, but it was Okita Souji who spurted blood after the collision.

The sudden pain and exhaustion caused her to spit out a mouthful of blood. A long-lost feeling of weakness instantly invaded her body, and her body shook involuntarily, almost unable to stand. She endured the severe pain and turned back, eager to confirm her results -

—Karna’s wound is almost healed.

If we use a game analogy, Okita Souji's Noble Phantasm only damaged a small part of his health, while Karna also had a BUFF that allowed him to recover from being hit, so if you round it off, he didn't lose any health.

I don't mean to be rude, but... please prepare a green crutch for Miss Okita!

"...Why would such a freak exist?" Okita Souji gritted her teeth, using her sword to prop herself up, and lightly stepped forward, attempting another strategic move. However, her frail condition began to take its toll, and as her stats rapidly decreased, her escape slowed noticeably, making each step seem incredibly difficult.

It was obvious that if he continued to pursue the enemy a little longer, he could force the opponent to surrender at least one Command Seal, or even kill him, but Karna did not choose to continue the pursuit at this moment.

He glanced at the already distant Okita Souji, then turned and walked back to the place where he had initially pursued him. He turned his gaze to his Master, Sharma, who was lying on the ground. He was breathing heavily, obviously having consumed a lot of magic power in the previous battle, almost drained of it.

"Are you okay?" Karna's voice was as steady and powerful as he was, with a hint of concern. "I'll try to control the release of my magic next time."

Sharma reluctantly raised his head and gave Karna a thumbs up to show that he was fine.

"Let me lie down for a while, don't pull me up yet." He said breathlessly. Although Sharma's magic power was excellent among ordinary magicians, he still felt dizzy and almost exhausted all his magic power in order to repair Karna's injuries.

Karna stood beside him, thinking for a moment, then he pulled out a plastic bag from somewhere, which contained some tea and snacks. He handed the bag to Sharma with a calm look in his eyes.

"Oh, that's great, but are there any shops open around here now?" Sharma took out a bottle of drink from his bag and was about to open it.

"Something left behind by the Servant just now." Karna replied simply.

Hearing this, Sharma paused, silently put the drink back into the plastic bag, then looked up and signaled Karna to help him up.

"You are really too paranoid." Karna glanced at Sharma and easily saw through the reason why his master refused.

"Article 6 of Part III of the Japanese Civil Code stipulates that if a finder wishes to retain lost property, they must make a public announcement within a specific period of time."

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I spent so much time in the library that I forgot the time. Sorry for coming back late...

I thought about the performance and decided not to use Karna's performance in the fifth chapter of FGO, otherwise the whole Kyoto would have to be blown up... Then I compared the settings of Souji's Noble Phantasm and Karna's Golden Armor. With such a performance, I shouldn't write either side too weak, right?

In fact, by now you should be able to guess the origin of these shadow servants, and you can immediately move on to the next part of the plot.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give feedback. Thank you!

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By the way, I recommend this book: "Saving the Lost Band Girl"

It's a more everyday orange, maybe with some K-ON to neutralize it. If you're interested, you can take a look.

Volume 10: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: . The Fujiwara Family's Wine Cellar is in Trouble

A cold wind howled through the ancient streets of Kyoto, carrying with it the chill of winter and bursts of crisp air. The shadows of the trees within the Fujiwara residence seemed remarkably silent under the dim sky. A few withered, yellow leaves swayed in the wind, finally falling silently to the bluestone floor. The towering courtyard walls, their grayish-white tiles, seemed even colder in the cold weather.

Xing Qingfan parked his car outside the courtyard gate, the engine still running, emitting a faint heat. Through the car window, he saw a letter taped to the heavy wooden door, which had obviously been waiting in the wind for a long time.

The doorbell's ringing was particularly harsh in the silent courtyard, echoing all around, but no immediate response was received. In preparation for the Holy Grail War, the Fujiwara family had dismissed the ordinary servants and given them a long vacation, leaving only a few trusted confidants who were fully aware of the mystery.

Xing Qingqi stared at the letter. Although he didn't know what the content of the letter was, he didn't take it down rashly. He just looked at it curiously.

His purpose for this visit was simple: to question the spirit connected to the earth veins that appeared last night. Originally, this matter should have been handled by Emiya Kiritsugu, but Xing Qingfeng felt that since the local family was suspected, it was somewhat risky to let Emiya Kiritsugu negotiate, so he took the initiative to take on this task.

"You have elderly parents and young children to support, and two children waiting at home. Why take such a risk?" Xing Qingfeng told Emiya Kiritsugu, asking him to contact the local spiritual vein management family by phone in advance. After agreeing on a visit, Xing Qingfeng went to the Fujiwara residence alone, ready to negotiate with the family in person.

The door finally creaked open, revealing a waiter dressed in traditional kimono. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at him in surprise. "Hey? Didn't you just come here?" He asked with confusion in his tone.

"...?" Xing Qingfu frowned, feeling something was amiss. He hesitated for a moment, then responded, "Did you recognize the wrong person? I'm Xing Qingfu, who had an appointment to discuss some matters with the Fujiwara family."

"But Mr. Xing, you're not..." The waiter's face turned pale instantly. He seemed to realize something and hurriedly bowed and apologized. "I'm so sorry, did you just get here?"

"You mean, someone claiming to be Xing Qingjiu just came here?" Xing Qingjiu asked in a serious tone.

The waiter's expression darkened upon hearing this. He whispered to the waiter to enter the house first and eagerly ushered him into the courtyard. The gate slowly closed behind them with a heavy, muffled thud. Just as he was about to close the door, he caught a glimpse of the letter taped to the door from the corner of his eye, and a flicker of unease crossed his face.

"It was already there before I got here," he replied calmly, noticing the waiter's gaze.

The waiter hurriedly tore off the envelope and, with a complicated expression, led Xing Qingjiu through the courtyard's long corridor. The cold wind seemed unable to penetrate the ancient mansion, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the faint rustling of wooden planks could be heard. Stone lanterns stood quietly in the courtyards on either side, emitting a faint light that illuminated the dry ponds and dry landscape within. A faint pine scent permeated the air, giving it a sense of ancient solemnity.

"Please wait a moment. I'll go inform the master." The waiter took him into an elegantly decorated waiting room and called the old woman over to serve him a cup of hot tea. The tea had a delicate aroma and a hint of bitterness. After learning where the master had gone, the waiter hurriedly left and went to the study.

"Interesting..." Xing Qingfeng quickly thought of the preview letter he received a few days ago, "The Phantom Thief has appeared."

　Xing Qingqi picked up the teacup, gently blew away the mist floating on the tea, and took a sip. Although it was slightly bitter, he felt that it was much more palatable than the tea he had drunk in England before.

——He still couldn't figure out why the British liked to add spices to tea.

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Fujiwara no Shigenobu stood in the center of his study. The air inside seemed frozen, the only sound being the gentle ticking of the ancient wall clock. Tall bookshelves were filled with ancient volumes, and a few calligraphy works hung on the walls. The occasional sound of the wind outside the window reached his ears, bringing with it the tranquility of an ancient temple in the distant mountains, further accentuating the stillness of the study.

His fingers gently rubbed the envelope, feeling the rough texture of the paper. The handwriting on it was still so familiar -

——"Personally endorsed by Mr. Fujiwara Shigenobu"

He slowly walked towards the desk, the rosewood chair creaking slightly behind him. A carved copper lamp sat on the desk, its light soft and warm, casting a subtle shadow on the envelope.

Fujiwara Shigenobu's fingers exerted a little pressure, causing the envelope to wrinkle slightly. Finally, he stopped hesitating and slowly reached out from under the jade paperweight on the table to pull out a sharp paper knife.

His movements were gentle and cautious, fearing to destroy the hidden message. The blade lightly slid across the edge of the envelope, silently slicing through the paper with a subtle tearing sound. The paper knife was placed back on the table, the blade gently colliding with the paper, making a crisp sound that broke the silence in the study.

After cutting open the envelope, he placed the knife back on the table and carefully pinched a folded piece of paper from the envelope with two fingers. But he didn't rush to unfold the paper. Instead, he turned the envelope over and carefully examined the back and inside to make sure nothing was missing. After confirming that everything was correct, he gently unfolded the paper and scanned the words on it:

"You must have known something about me from that novel. And I'm sure you saw my miserable end."

"I have just had the pleasure of touring your collection, and it is truly captivating. However, I only informed you last time that I would visit you unexpectedly, but did not give you a specific date. If I were to take it without your permission, I would be truly ashamed."

"Then, at six o'clock this evening, as agreed, I will personally take the Muramasa sword from the Edo period that you treasure."

"Twenty faces greet each other."

The words in the letter were frivolous and arrogant, as if even the handwriting revealed a provocative tone.

It was just a Muramasa sword. If it was stolen, so be it. Fujiwara no Shigenobu consoled himself with this thought. However, he clearly realized that his real concern wasn't the sword itself, but the fact that his numerous barriers and defenses were completely ineffective against the Assassin. Fujiwara no Shigenobu knew that unless he remained at the Shogun's side, his life would likely fall into the hands of the enemy's servants.

Even more problematic was the fact that at this moment, the family had more than one Muramasa sword from the Edo period in their collection. If the Twenty Faces' target was only those collectibles, it would be fine.

But what if...

Fujiwara Shigenobu took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner anxiety and doubts, and calm his expression. He refolded the letter and set it aside. Then, he raised his head and looked calmly at the waiter standing beside him.

"Kenta, where is Mr. Xing now?"

"I took him to the tea room," Kenta, the waiter standing nearby, bowed his head and answered respectfully. There was a hint of hesitation in his words, as if he was weighing the appropriateness of what to say next. "Because I was worried that the current Mr. Xing might be a fake, I didn't take him to the reception room closer to the warehouse. I then called Grandma Meizi to watch him for the time being."

"Ah... I was still a little panicked. You should have brought him here directly." Fujiwara Shigenobu's eyes darkened slightly, his face showing no emotion. "If he's not that guy who calls himself Twenty Faces in disguise, then this Mr. Xing is our guest. How could we leave him alone in the teahouse?"

Fujiwara no Shigenobu's voice echoed through the study. It wasn't meant to be a reprimand, but it still startled Kenta enough to make him tremble slightly. He then stood up, his movements quick and decisive, the wide sleeves of his kimono sweeping through the air, stirring up a breeze.

"If he's that Twenty Faces in disguise, how could you let an old woman, who can barely hold a chicken, watch him?"

"This..." Kenta's face paled as he heard this, and he nodded hurriedly. Fujiwara Shigenobu hurriedly left the study and headed for the tea room. Just as he was about to step out of the study, he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something.

"By the way," he turned around, handed the letter to Kenta, and instructed, "Go and give this letter to General Tokugawa and let him take a look."

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The atmosphere within the tea room was tranquil and calm. The wooden floor exuded a faint scent of sandalwood. The night outside seemed like a deep, dark curtain, silencing all sound. Fujiwara Shigenobu and Xing Qingjiu sat facing each other at a low tea table, where the tea set was simple and unadorned. The only light source in the tea room was an old lantern, casting a dim glow on the two of them, their shadows swaying slightly with the light.

"Are those spirits that have appeared late at night in Kyoto these past few days connected to the earth's veins?" Fujiwara Shigenobu asked in a low voice, leaning forward slightly, appearing quite nervous. The tea in his cup rippled gently, reflecting his slightly exhausted face.