Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"I'm really sorry. Due to the Holy Grail War, I dismissed some unnecessary people, but this has slowed down the daily operations of the family." Fujiwara Shigenobu continued on the opposite side.

"It's such important news, but I didn't expect that a guest like you would be the first to notice it. I'm really sorry to have embarrassed you!" Fujiwara Shigenobu smiled bitterly, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

"It seems that you don't know the reason for the emergence of these spirits?" Xing Qingfu took a sip of tea and watched the performance of Fujiwara Shigenobu quietly.

"We've noticed something, actually," Fujiwara no Shigenobu said, crossing his arms and frowning in distress. "There are often dark figures with various weapons lingering around our home, and the general has eliminated them one by one..."

"It's just that we're really shorthanded. I'm not afraid to laugh at you, but the vast Fujiwara clan currently only has six members," Fujiwara Shigenobu said self-deprecatingly. He slowly raised his head, gazing out the window at the bamboo shadows. "Although, as the Einzbern family claims, this Holy Grail War is merely a ritual, I've researched the data on past Holy Grail Wars, and they're truly quite dangerous."

"I dismissed most of my family, including my wife, children, and other relatives, and sent them on vacation in the countryside," Fujiwara Shigenobu continued, his tone heavy. "The relatives who were originally responsible for patrols are now on vacation in Tokyo, so they haven't been able to effectively monitor Kyoto affairs these days."

"Is that so...it seems like you are indeed a little nervous." Xing Qingfu said lightly, his eyes fell on Fujiwara Shigenobu's face, as if he was measuring the other party's true intention in his words.

"Alas... the Ashikaga and Minamoto families must be just waiting to watch the fun unfold, even though this is such a significant event!" Fujiwara Shigenobu suddenly said with a hint of anger, his brow furrowed in indignation. "They're more trouble than help. If they're just a bunch of ragtag bunches like this, I really don't feel comfortable leaving Kyoto's leylines in their care when the Heisei era ends!"

Xing Qingfu looked at Fujiwara Shigenobu's indignant expression and said nothing. He just picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Since it seems to involve Kyoto's private affairs, I won't interfere." He said with a hint of sarcasm, as if testing the other party's reaction.

"Well...it's clearly a family matter, but I still embarrassed you." Fujiwara Shigenobu replied apologetically, "It's truly shameful that such a thing happened during the Holy Grail War, in front of a foreign family!"

"However, these spirits are very aggressive. It would be unreasonable to leave them alone... Alas." Xing Qingyu drank the tea in the cup in one gulp and sighed.

"I hope you can lend a hand to Shigenobu and handle the anomalies that have arisen during this Holy Grail War!" Fujiwara no Shigenobu seemed to sense the hint and suddenly interrupted Xing Qingjiu. "Although we are somewhat short-handed, all your actions in Kyoto are guaranteed by the Fujiwara family. Shigenobu can guarantee that you will not encounter any obstacles."

Xing Qingwu smiled and put down his teacup. He was not surprised by Fujiwara Shigenobu's promise.

"As for the other two idiots... hmph," Fujiwara Shigenobu continued, his tone filled with disdain. "They're a bunch of short-sighted people who only know how to kick someone when they're down. They'll be in for it when this is all over."

"Hahaha, I'm relieved by what you said." Xing Qingjiu laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the tea room. "Since this problem arose during the Holy Grail War, then Einzbern will not shirk responsibility."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Qingqi looked up at the clock hanging in the tea room. He stood up slightly, stretched his body, and said lazily, "It seems to be getting late, so I'll take my leave."

"What a fucking waste of time," Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself, his inner annoyance fleeting. He was too lazy to continue dealing with this old fox. After chatting for a long time, Fujiwara no Shigenobu was just beating around the bush, not providing any substantive information. He didn't say a single useful word about the Fujiwara family's recent movements or the unusual phenomena in Kyoto. Instead, he repeatedly emphasized the family's difficulties and lack of manpower, as if to shirk responsibility.

Need help? Sorry, all of Fujiwara no Shigenobu's relatives have been sent to Tokyo, and there simply aren't enough people to call upon in Kyoto. The old fox's implication was simply: Since you, an outsider, want to meddle in Kyoto's affairs, I won't stop you. After all, this happened during the Holy Grail War, and you have to bear the responsibility.

The tea room was hushed and silent, as if enveloped in a soft halo of light. The lights were dim, yet this warmth felt oppressive. Light streamed from the low-hanging paper lanterns, stretching the two people's shadows into elongated shapes. It felt as if time had been stretched infinitely in this dim environment.

Fujiwara Shigenobu watched Xing Qingyu's actions quietly. He saw Xing Qingyu stand up decisively, as if intending to end this seemingly friendly conversation. He couldn't help but bow slightly, his tone still respectful and calm: "Please wait a moment..."

These words, like a sigh in the night wind, broke the silence and echoed throughout the tea room. Xing Qingqiu paused slightly and turned around, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes, as if he had already expected Fujiwara Shigenobu to do this.

Fujiwara Shigenobu's face remained respectful, as if he hadn't noticed the teasing in Xing Qingfeng's eyes. He continued in a gentle and polite tone, "We've prepared some tea and food. Why don't you stay for a while and leave after dinner?"

The wind outside the teahouse suddenly picked up, and the faint rustling of bamboo groves drifted through the paper door, seeming to add a touch of pressure to these words. Xing Qingqi raised an eyebrow slightly, unwilling to beat around the bush with Fujiwara Shigenobu any further. He asked directly, "Ah... is it the Twenty Faces?" His tone held a hint of a smile.

"Mr. Xing is truly astute. He figured out the truth with just a few words. I can rest assured that I'll leave the matter of the unknown spirit in your hands." Fujiwara no Shigenobu flattered him before explaining the reason to Xing Qingjiu. "The Servant said he would steal a famous sword from my collection at six o'clock tonight..."

The tearoom lights were still warm, but now a bit glaring. Fujiwara no Shigenobu's attitude remained respectful, but his words hinted at a hint of probing and requesting. He bowed slightly, his tone more earnest. "So, could you please stay at the Fujiwara household for a while? Otherwise, if word gets out, Shigenobu will be ridiculed for his poor hospitality."

"In that case, I'll have no choice but to respectfully obey." Xing Qingjiu stared at Fujiwara Shigenobu, sensing the subtle change in his demeanor, and suddenly changed the subject. "However, rather than talking about tea and food, I'm actually more interested in wine and drinks."

After realizing that Xing Qingyu didn't mind his offense, Fujiwara Shigenobu breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became more natural. He slightly turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Xing Qingyu should continue to stay at the Fujiwara family for a while.

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Volume 11: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: . Eggplant Lover Tokugawa

Kenta knocked cautiously on the guest room door, his movements so gentle as if he wasn't going to disturb someone important. The owner of the room was a distinguished guest of the Fujiwara clan. Although he was just a skinny old man who looked unremarkable, it was said that his true identity was the legendary Tokugawa Shogun.

Although the Fujiwara family claimed to be managing the land veins of Kyoto in the name of the emperor, this Holy Grail War summoned the founder of the Tokugawa shogunate. It can only be said that the head of the family may have some little thoughts of his own, Kenta thought secretly.

"Come in," a slightly hoarse but very kind voice soon rang from inside. Kenta pushed the door open gently, and a simple Japanese-style room came into view. Sunlight filtered through the cracks in the paper door, illuminating the room with a warm and gentle glow. A thin futon was spread on the tatami mat. A small television was placed in the center of the room, and Tokugawa Ieyasu was half-reclining on the tatami, intently watching a rakugo show.

The old man before him looked like an ordinary family man, nothing like the great shogun who ended the Warring States Period and ushered in the Edo Period in history books. He was simply wearing a simple kimono, with a plate of tempura beside him, and he was slowly chewing a piece with his chopsticks.

"What's up, Kenta?" Tokugawa Ieyasu asked casually while chewing some tempura, his eyes still fixed on the TV screen, clearly absorbed in the rakugo content. "Why are you so nervous? Just tell me what you want to say."

Kenta replied somewhat cautiously, "Ah, the Twenty-Faced One has sent another letter. Shigenobu-sama asked me to give it to you for your review."

"Really? You're bothering me with such a small matter..." Tokugawa Ieyasu muttered, seeming a little impatient with these troubles, but he still stood up and took the envelope from the waiter. He gently opened the envelope, glanced at it briefly, and said casually, "I know, I know."

Kenta bowed and was about to leave the room, but as soon as he turned around, he heard Tokugawa Ieyasu calling him from behind.

"Hey, wait a minute." Tokugawa Ieyasu casually pulled out a magazine from the bookcase beside him, flipped through a few pages, pointed to one of them and handed it over, "See if you can ask the chef to make some of this tonight."

Kenta took the magazine and looked down, and found that it was a magazine introducing Chinese cuisine, and the page that Tokugawa Ieyasu pointed to was a picture of braised eggplant.

"Oh, this is called 'Magazine', right?" Tokugawa Ieyasu asked like a curious child, a hint of interest on his face. "I saw it said this Chinese food is delicious. Give it to the chef and ask him if he can try to make it."

"Yes, I understand." Kenta nodded respectfully.

"Ah, there's one more..." Tokugawa Ieyasu pulled another magazine from the bookcase, this time pointing to another page and saying, "Look at this. It's called Fried Eggplant Box. It looks easy to make. If you really can't make that braised eggplant, try this first."

Kenta took the two magazines in one hand and replied repeatedly, "Yes, yes... I'll tell the chef." He bowed deeply again and quickly left the room. The moment he gently closed the sliding door, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly, his footsteps almost inaudible.

The corridor outside the door was still quiet, and the paper-pasted sliding door and wooden floor exuded a stale smell. After Kenta walked away, the room returned to silence again, with only the sound of the TV echoing softly in the quiet space.

"This guy Shigenobu makes his servants so nervous." Tokugawa Ieyasu muttered, frowning slightly. He put down the chopsticks in his hand and tapped his knees lightly with his fingers. Although his eyes were still on the TV screen, his mind had obviously drifted away.

"If you can't be patient, how can you achieve anything great? Sigh."

"After a while, his eyes returned to the plate in front of him. Ieyasu Tokugawa slowly picked up a piece and focused his attention on the Rakugo show on TV again.

"Well, I hope I can eat delicious eggplant tonight."

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Kenta, the waiter, clutching two magazines, hurried down the old wooden corridor. The paper doors on either side of the corridor trembled slightly, and the breeze from outside blew gently through the cracks, bringing a hint of coolness, but he didn't slow down.

"Kenta—wait a minute, wait a minute—" Suddenly, from the other end of the corridor came the long, drawn-out voice of Grandma Meizi, with her usual gentleness. She was holding a few folded sheets and quilts in her hands and waved at Kenta, signaling him to stop.

Kenta stopped and turned around to see Grandma Umeko coming towards him. He asked hesitantly, "What's up, Grandma Umeko?"

Grandma Meizi walked a few steps closer, took a breath, and then spoke: "Kenta, the master said that he wants to entertain guests tonight and wants you to clean up another guest room."

Kenta frowned slightly, his doubts deepening: "Master, are you going to invite Mr. Xing to stay overnight? But... that shouldn't be the case..."

For a moment, only the whispers of the two of them could be heard in the corridor. Grandma Mei Zi shifted the bed sheet in her hands and gently patted Kenta's shoulder, as if to soothe his doubts. "It seems that Mr. Xing drank too much. The master is worried that he won't be able to go home tonight, so he asked you to arrange a guest room."

Kenta's face was troubled when he heard this, and his eyes subconsciously swept across the tatami mats at his feet, as if he was considering how to arrange them. But before he could finish his thoughts, Grandma Umeko turned around and prepared to leave, her steps as brisk as ever.

"But I..." Kenta started hesitantly. But before he could finish his words, Grandma Meizi turned around and said with a faint smile, "Then I'll go to the kitchen first. The master asked me to make a bowl of hangover soup."

Seeing that Kenta was still hesitating, she simply pushed him and urged him with a smile, "Alright, hurry up, or you'll miss dinner. The master doesn't like things to be dragged out."

Kenta stumbled a bit after being pushed by her, but then he reacted and nodded quickly. "Ah, that's perfect." He handed the two magazines to Grandma Meizi and said, "Can you please take these two magazines to the kitchen for me? Mr. Tokugawa said he wants to eat the dishes in them. Please tell the kitchen."

Grandma Meizi took the magazine, looked down at the cover, and smacked her lips softly: "Let me see... Well, General Tokugawa really likes eggplant."

She tucked the magazine between the sheets in her hand, smiled and shook her head: "Okay, I got it. You should go and clean up the room quickly and don't keep the master waiting anxiously." After that, she walked towards the kitchen without looking back.

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Xing Qingjiu held a shallow cup in his hand, with the wine swaying gently in the cup, reflecting his eyes like a clear spring.

To him, the wine was like water; no matter how much he drank, it wouldn't affect his thinking. He stared down at the notebook on his lap, his pen moving rapidly, quickly sketching out equations on the paper. Numbers and symbols gradually accumulated on the paper, filling the entire page like the empty bottles, densely packed. And this was just a daily pastime and necessary training for his thinking.

Across from him, Fujiwara Shigenobu appeared in a state of disarray. His face flushed with alcohol, his eyes gleaming with intoxication. He tried to maintain his usual dignified demeanor, but it was clear the alcohol was slowly sapping his sanity and strength. Every time he raised his hand to drink more, his arm trembled involuntarily, as if unable to bear any more weight.

"What's up, Mr. Fujiwara? Are you a little drunk?" Xing Qingjiu lowered his head and continued writing, a hint of teasing in his tone. As he spoke, he refilled the wine glass in front of him. The wine poured gently into the glass, making a crisp sound.

Fujiwara Shigenobu forced a smile, trying to appear less out of control. He struggled to straighten himself, but the world seemed to be shaking slightly, even the wine glass in his hand struggling to hold steady. Just as he was about to raise his glass, Xing Qingjiu made a move to pour him a glass. The bottle slowly approached, and the invisible pressure made his heart tighten.

"Wait, wait, how can we let a guest pour wine for the host..." Fujiwara Shigenobu waved his hands hastily, his voice filled with anxiety and helplessness. He knew that if he drank any more, he would probably collapse. "I can do it myself." He hurriedly took the bottle, trying to stop Xing Qing's actions.

"Is that so? But judging by Mr. Fujiwara's appearance, it's best for him to rest more." There was a hint of concern in his words, but it was more like a subtle sarcasm. "I already told Mr. Fujiwara that you don't have to drink with me."

Fujiwara Shigenobu smiled awkwardly and reluctantly agreed, "Hahaha, yes..."

The atmosphere was slightly silent, with only the sound of wine glasses tapping against the table echoing in the silent room. Xing Qingjiu suddenly raised his head and looked at Fujiwara Shigenobu with a burning gaze, his tone inquiring, "By the way, what did that Twenty Faces Man write for you?"

This sudden question startled Fujiwara Shigenobu. He hesitated, trying to think of how to answer. However, Xing Qingyu seemed to be aware of his concerns and added calmly, "Ah, if it's too private, don't mention it."

Fujiwara Shigenobu's tension eased slightly. He nodded, then pondered for a moment before speaking, "It's not a significant item." He paused, his eyes flickering slightly as he considered his words. "Among our family's treasures is a Muramasa sword that's said to be from the Edo period. I don't know if it's true, but it's definitely something."

"If it were any other knife, perhaps it could be enshrined." He sighed softly, "But it is Muramasa after all, so in the end it was locked away in a corner of the warehouse."

"It sounds like the Fujiwara family's collection is quite rich." Xing Qingqiu complimented at the right time, but he had already lost interest in this topic in his heart. It was obvious that the old man's current appearance was probably just an act, and he couldn't utter a word of what he didn't want to say.

"Hahahaha, it's just that there are a few elders in my family who like these Edo-era antiques." Fujiwara Shigenobu shook his head and said with a hint of self-mockery, "That Muramasa sword is not a rare item, so it's fine to take it away..."

At this point, his tone gradually grew heavier, his brow furrowed slightly. "It's just that the other party is clearly an enemy Servant from the Holy Grail War. This is really making me a little uneasy." He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "Can you please…"

"During the Holy Grail War, as an overseer, I cannot simply side with one side and offer assistance," Xing Qingfeng said slowly, "otherwise it would violate the principles of fairness in the Holy Grail War."

Although Xing Qingfu, as the supervisor, cannot stand on one side to provide assistance, it does not say that he cannot summon servants himself, don’t you think so, Schrödinger?

"Hahahaha...you're right, I was offended." Fujiwara Shigenobu smiled, picked up the wine bottle and wanted to pour wine for Xing Qingjiu to apologize, but when he raised it halfway, he found that the bottle in his hand was already empty.

He was stunned for a moment, turned around, opened the paper door of the Japanese-style room, and shouted outside: "Kenta, Kenta?" His voice echoed in the corridor, but a moment later, it was not the waiter Kenta who hurried over, but Grandma Umeko.

"What's the matter, master?" Grandma Mei Zi walked over quietly, holding a towel in her hand, obviously having just come from the kitchen.

"Ah, please go to the wine cellar and get a few more bottles of wine." Fujiwara Shigenobu looked at the empty bottles and ordered helplessly.

Xing Qingyu seemed to have sensed something, and he paused his writing to glance at Granny Mei Zi, who was standing respectfully outside the door. Although her posture was as respectful as usual, Xing Qingyu was keenly aware of the inexplicable nervousness in her.

Her hands hung at her sides, seemingly relaxed, but her fingertips curled slightly, revealing a hint of unnatural stiffness. Dim light streamed through the crack in the door, casting a shadow on Grandma Meizi's face, revealing the subtle wrinkles. Her weathered face seemed to have a faint shadow, obscuring her usual affability.

Xing Qingfeng's gaze lingered on Grandma Meizi for a moment before he slowly withdrew, his expression as calm as if nothing had happened. He picked up his pen again and continued writing in his notebook, his movements as relaxed and effortless as if it had just been a brief distraction from his focus on solving the problem.

He was now eager to see what fun would happen next.

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After thinking about it, I decided to give a brief hint with the protagonist's reaction. Although not pointing it out might be more in line with the trick, it would not be a good reading experience if there is no clue at all. After all, this book is not a mystery novel, and people read online articles just for fun.

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Volume 12: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging Message: . Six o'clock is approaching

The sun gradually set, and sunlight streamed through the paper doors into the Japanese-style room, filling it with a warm, woody fragrance. Although it was still afternoon, the sunlight had softened, less glaring than in the early afternoon. The windows of the Japanese-style room were open, and a gentle breeze carried the delicate fragrance of plum blossoms from the courtyard. Xing Qingjiu sat cross-legged on the tatami, the delicate aroma of sake emanating from the glass in his hand. Fujiwara Shigenobu sat across from him, his expression somewhat relaxed.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm the one with twenty faces?" Xing Qingfu suddenly spoke with a smile. Although it was just a joke, his eyes never left Fujiwara Shigenobu's face.

Fujiwara no Shigenobu burst into laughter upon hearing this. He put down his wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and rested his elbows on his knees, a sly look in his eyes.

"Hahahaha, to be honest," he deliberately lowered his voice, a smug look on his face, "Actually, I secretly arranged for my servants to contact the Einzbern family and briefly check your itinerary. I hope I didn't offend you."

"Alas, we should have checked the itinerary from the beginning, but the host is being so fussy with the guest. It really seems a bit arrogant," Fujiwara Shigenobu continued, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. Although a hint of drunkenness still lingered on his face, the drunken look had been replaced by a calm demeanor.

"I didn't expect that the enemy servant would take advantage of me, disguising himself as you and leaving in such a brazen manner, which created some unnecessary gaps between us." He shook his head slightly, with a helpless smile on his face, as if he was regretting his previous negligence.

Xing Qingjiu simply raised his wine glass slightly, gestured to Fujiwara Shigenobu, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"It's good that the misunderstanding has been resolved," he said lightly. "It's not a big deal anyway."

"In my memory of the Holy Grail War, I've never seen such a courageous Assassin. Not only did he reveal his family background, but he also dared to provoke me in person. It's really an eye-opener." Xing Qingfu smiled slightly, with a hint of deliberate emotion in his tone.

"But since he's been so polite and has confirmed a time to come in person, it would be a mistake for me, the host, not to make some preparations," Fujiwara Shigenobu said in a serious tone. He leaned closer to Xing Qingjiu and whispered in a low voice, "After all, Shigenobu has already lost face enough with you, and he can't afford to lose face again."

Before meeting Xing Qingfu, Fujiwara Shigenobu had already quietly sent servants to contact the Einzbern family. The Fujiwara clan not only carefully checked Xing Qingfu's vehicle but also quickly verified his route using security cameras at several transportation hubs. Only after confirming a perfect match did Fujiwara Shigenobu lower his guard slightly.

There was a subtle sense of tension in the air, and both of them knew it, but they chose to maintain a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere on the surface.