Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"I only have a few heroic legends and adventure stories. They can't compare to the top heroes." Mandicardo still had a sullen look on his face, but the blade in his hand was already pointed at Karna. "Well, you are right about one thing. Master trusts me very much."

"Actually, I believe more in my level of Taoism." You Ruoyu interjected at the right time.

"Master, you won't stop until you ruin the atmosphere?!"

"Actually, I believe you too. From the bottom of my heart." You Ruoyu gently pushed Mandy Cardo. "Okay, after the fight, I'll cook for you, okay?"

"Were you planning on having me cook after I've fought till I'm exhausted?!"

Despite his constant complaints about his Master, Mandicardo's inner tension had already dissipated considerably. He stamped his foot against the ground, and like an arrow poised for release, he charged forward. Durandal, now elevated through his Noble Phantasm, drew a simple arc in his hand. The movement was crisp and clear, and the blade sliced through the air with a resounding, resounding sound.

As he approached Karna, he quickly twisted his body and swung his sword, a probing strike aimed at Karna's side. Karna didn't dodge, but simply raised his spear and gently blocked the attack, deflecting Mandicardo's sword.

Their weapons collided in mid-air, emitting a resounding metallic clang. Mandicardo felt a powerful recoil along his sword. His opponent's strength was clearly a level higher than his own; continuing a head-on confrontation was the worst possible strategy. He exerted force with his foot, sliding back a step, creating distance again. He adjusted his stance again, ready for the next round of attack and defense.

"If it was Durandal transformed from an ordinary weapon, I'm afraid that just one strike would have left a gap on the sword blade." Mandicardo felt the tingling coming from his palm and sighed.

—『Swordless Vow: A』 This is the embodiment of a legendary Noble Phantasm, vowing to refrain from wearing a sword until Durandal is acquired. Any weapon wielded by him, regardless of its power, will be as sharp as the one he once wielded. However, since only Durandal's normal power is replicated, its wear resistance depends entirely on the tier of the weapon used, meaning it is mostly E-rank.

However, while the artifact in Mandicard's hands wasn't the real Durandal, it had remained embedded in the cliff face as Durandal for nearly a century, a sight to behold. Even though it was a fake, it still symbolized Durandal, and when it was transformed into the real Durandal by Mandicard's Noble Phantasm, its durability increased to B.

Although he possessed the concept of Durandal, he struggled to summon Servants like Roland or Hector because they were completely fake. Ultimately, he summoned Mandicardo, who had become pessimistic and world-weary after pursuing Durandal. However, only in his hands could the fake become the real thing.

"It seems you are ready." Karna nodded slightly in approval, and then his spear suddenly burst out with a blazing light, wrapped in violent magic power like flames, and smashed towards Mandicardo swiftly.

Seeing Karna's attack, Mandicardo's body reacted instantly. He stomped his foot, the ground thumping with the immense force. He dodged to the side, trying to distance himself from the spear. Just as the spear was about to grazed his side, Durandal, clenched in his right hand, slashed out. A flash of silver-white sword light shot out from the air, striking directly at Karna's spear.

"Dang!" A deafening metallic collision echoed through the night sky, sparks flying everywhere. Mandicardo felt a tremendous force radiating from the sword, his arm jolting violently and his body being thrown back several steps.

"It's so hot, so hot, so hot..." Mandicardo felt the burning sensation on his waist where the magic from Karna's spear had touched him. The heat seemed to penetrate his skin, scorching his flesh. He clenched his teeth, resisting the pain, and groaned inwardly, "Wow, this guy must be a famous hero..."

However, before he could regain his balance, Karna's figure had already transformed into a blurry afterimage, abruptly vanishing from the spot. The next moment, a blazing light suddenly exploded before his eyes, and the glaring spear tip, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, pierced Mandicardo's face.

"Oops!" Mandicardo knew the opponent's thrust was a complete feint. However, his center of gravity was unstable, having already lost his balance from the previous attack, making it impossible for him to dodge completely. Seeing Karna's spear approaching rapidly, he could only forcefully adjust his stance, kicking his foot hard and tumbling sideways.

Almost at the same moment, Karna's attack changed, and the spear changed from stabbing to sweeping, with terrifying power, hitting Mandicardo's back like thunder.

"Clang!" With a crisp sound, the spear struck Mandicardo's back, making a sound like the clanging of metal. Even though it was striking a body unprotected by armor, it still managed to produce such a loud noise.

Mandicardo was almost breathless from the blow. His body bent instinctively and his vision went black, but he still used the recoil force to roll forward and continue to increase the distance.

His reserved skill, Armor of the Nine Great Men: A, proved crucial. This skill, derived from the tale of wearing Hector's Armor, was amplified. The various embellishments of Hector's legend had endowed Mandicardo with even greater resilience. Despite this, the skill's strength only barely allowed him to maintain his mobility after the blow, preventing him from immediately losing his combat effectiveness, though damage to his flesh was inevitable.

But at this moment, Mandicardo's back was completely unharmed. Even when Karna's spear hit his back, the recoil made his arm numb for a moment.

——You Ruoyu stood at the other end of the battlefield, looking at the small incense burner in front of him with horror. The incense on it suddenly became nearly one-tenth shorter when Mandicardo was hit. This was just a casual attack when the opponent had no magic power.

And she saw clearly that the opponent's gun could carry a large amount of magic power.

"A monster? This guy..." she muttered to herself, her hands constantly searching for talismans in her bag. Her heart was beating fast, and she was ready to use the escape technique at any moment to escape with Mandicardo.

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I'm vomiting! It took me more than half an hour to look up the relevant content of Tiangang Jiugong. I read the Tiandao Fahuiyuan for a long time before I dared to write about it. Even so, I still briefly wrote about some details, because Tiangang pinching techniques and so on had developed into 700 to 800 types by the Tang and Song dynasties alone. I was afraid that writing in detail would make things go wrong, so everyone can just make do with it...

Without the aid of earth veins, the Dingzhong Palace I set up strengthens the connection with the thought disk, and the spell cast using the Tiangang Step is actually a spell similar to celestial magic, together forming the Nine Palaces Tiangang. I think the ritual You Ruoyu is completing now is completely comparable to a great magic trick. Furthermore, December 1999, 12, is the fifteenth day of the winter month, the day of the fifth moon, marking the descent of the Western Dipper, the birthday of Yuanshi Tianzun, and the descent of the Northern Xuanshang Yuchen Tianzun and the Black Emperor Wuqi Tianjun. This is why You Ruoyu said today is a good day.

With so many blessings, it can assist Mandicard in taking Karna's attacks. There should be no problem with its performance, right?

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Volume 19: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: . Fire Release Technique and Hilbert Space

Xing Qingfeng's eyes were filled with despair as he watched the cherry-haired girl before him strike. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, without a trace of hesitation. In an instant, she closed in on the shadow he had been chasing for so long. She gently swung her sword, her movements so light and agile, so fast that ordinary people could not even see.

However, Xing Qingyu possessed the dynamic vision of a servant, so he naturally saw it all clearly!

With her first strike, she thrust her sword upwards, the sharp blade striking the weapon in the shadow's hand with unerring accuracy. The weapon rang with a resounding sound, then flew away, spinning and falling to the ground, where it struck the bluestone slab with a sharp clang.

With her second strike, she slashed down towards the shadow's shoulder. Before the shadow could react, his body was forced back, revealing a flaw in his chest, leaving him wide open.

The girl seized this opportunity, turned slightly, and took a step forward with her left foot. Her entire body, like a taut bowstring, was filled with strength. Then, with a sudden jerk of her right hand, the sword in her hand thrust out, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the shadow's heart, so fast that the trajectory was almost indiscernible.

Even Xing Qingfeng, who possessed the dynamic vision of a Servant, couldn't see clearly at this moment. He could only hear a sharp sound of something piercing the air and a muffled "puff" sound, and then saw the sword in the girl's hand pierce the black figure's chest unimpeded, piercing all the way to the hilt. The tip of the sword peeked out from behind the black figure, leaving a faint black mist.

The cold light condensed on the sword was like icy moonlight, reflecting on the black shadow's crimson armor. In an instant, the black shadow's body began to rapidly collapse, and its entire body turned into countless tiny black smoke particles, which scattered in the night wind and drifted away as if they had never existed.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka were to come, the Phantom Dust would have dropped here.

When the girl put the sword back into the sheath, Xing Qingqi shifted his attention from the sword in her hand to her and realized her dress.

She wore a white, short-sleeved shirt that perfectly complemented her cherry-pink hair. The collar of the shirt was adorned with a delicate ruffle, the delicate pattern gleaming faintly under the dim streetlight. A delicate bow tied at her chest trembled slightly, yet remained perfectly in place, as if no amount of movement could disturb it. Over the shirt, she wore a light green wool vest, slightly neutralizing the sharpness of the scabbard hanging from her waist and adding a touch of softness to her demeanor.

She wore a gray plaid miniskirt, its hem slightly puffed and swaying gently in the chilly night breeze. On her feet were dark brown Mary Janes, the buckles gleaming with tiny silver glints under the light. These shoes were paired with a pair of white knee-high socks, the tops of which were rolled up, revealing her straight, slender calves.

"Okay, okay, it's okay now." Okita Souji said softly, his tone gentle and soothing. She raised her head and showed Xing Qingyu a sweet smile. At this time, Xing Qingyu finally saw her face clearly -

"-Why does she look so much like that Artoria... No, it's not just alike." Xing Qingyu was stunned for a moment. The girl in front of him and Artoria looked almost like they were carved from the same mold.

What is this, a relative of Altria? Then why is she holding a Japanese sword?

Xing Qingfeng sighed. He knew that the servant in front of him had good intentions.

But that meant he couldn't go home to sleep tonight. He'd have to wait who knows how long before another one appeared. Having determined that the creature's generation was strongly linked to its movement patterns and ley lines, he began designing a self-regulating device. The plan was to mimic the movement patterns and search mechanisms of the shadow spirits and deploy them throughout Kyoto. By mimicking the shadow spirits' movements and constantly emitting magical energy, they would lure those spirits into attacking them.

Then, it would self-destruct, taking itself and the spirit with it. Considering Schrödinger's comment about the uniqueness of this device, he also planned to equip it with a recording device to collect and store data on these spirits, leaving a black box behind after the self-destruction for future research and analysis.

This plan seemed perfect. Although it couldn't completely eradicate the existence of these spirits, if enough devices were deployed, then at least the number of spirits could be significantly reduced in a short period of time. It was undoubtedly an efficient and quick solution until the source was found and the problem was completely resolved.

Xing Qingfeng had to precisely grasp the distribution of Kyoto's ley lines, as well as the ranges and tendencies of these spirits. He needed to meticulously map the movements of the spirits. These spirits didn't simply follow the ley lines; rather, they followed specific, seemingly random, yet hidden patterns within their boundaries. This greatly increased the difficulty of his work, making it difficult to predict and control. Emiya Kiritsugu also assisted him, leading several Einzbern androids to search and record the spirits' movements, but even so, it still couldn't make up for the lack of manpower.

As for Schrödinger? He once mysteriously told Xing Qingjiu that he had prepared a "good thing" for him. However, if this thing were exposed, it would likely attract a Red Archer who was acting as his lackey to cause trouble for him, so he was busy during the day...

——It was supposed to be the time for the Holy Grail War in the evening, and he did go out. However, while other servants went out to fight, he went out to drink and have fun.

"Alas..." Xing Qingqi sighed, suddenly feeling the cold winter wind of Kyoto slicing through his cheeks like a knife. He put away his notebook, wearily raised his hands, and rubbed his frozen face vigorously, trying to clear his head a little. He turned and nodded slightly to Okita Souji, who stood beside him, expressing his gratitude.

"Thank you for your help." He paused, realizing that it would be rude to accept the other party's kindness so coldly without making his words clear. "As the supervisor of this Holy Grail War, I am investigating the recent unusual number of Shadow Servants appearing in Kyoto."

"Thank you for your help, but I have something important to attend to here, so I can't stay long. Please forgive me." Xing Qingfu nodded again to express his apology and farewell, then continued to walk forward along the narrow alley.

"Wait a minute, there should be servants fighting ahead." Okita Souji followed his footsteps and reminded him hesitantly, "One of them is very strong. It's best not to rush over there to avoid getting involved."

Hearing this, Xing Qingyu's tired face instantly lit up with a hint of excitement.

There's a Dark Pokémon fight ahead!

"Where is it?" He stopped immediately and turned quickly to ask, "I need to cast a repelling barrier around there to prevent ordinary people from being sucked in."

"Ah, just keep going along this road, and you'll probably see it..." Okita Souji pointed ahead, a hint of helplessness in her tone. She looked at Xing Qingqi's face, and the almost uncontrollable joy on his face was obvious. However, since she had already warned him, if he still wanted to go there, there was no need for her to say anything more.

Xing Qingfeng nodded again in gratitude and immediately quickened his pace, heading in the direction Okita Souji had pointed. His figure quickly blended into the darkness deep in the alley, with only the slightly excited sound of his footsteps still echoing in the air.

Ms. Okita didn't want to face that monstrous flame spearman again. She wanted to fight to the bitter end, but there was no way she could break through that monster's defense! Besides, her Master was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and she couldn't afford to fall before then.

She turned around, picked up the bag of snacks placed in the shadow of the street lamp, and disappeared at the end of another alley.

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The three incense sticks in the incense burner were almost empty, ash covering the bottom of the burner, and tiny sparks of fire flickered among the ashes. A moment ago, the incense sticks were still half full, but the previous attack had changed the situation on the battlefield.

With astonishing speed, the opposing Servant raised his spear, aiming it at Mandicardo, who had finally managed to gain distance. A surge of magical power erupted in an instant, and flames surged out like a raging tide, instantly filling the narrow alley. A billowing heat wave swept up, the flames dyeing the night red. The stone walls of the alley were scorched, and a strong smell of burning filled the air. Mandicardo had nowhere to hide. The narrow space restricted his movements, and he could only withstand the blow. The flames rushed towards him, instantly scorching his skin, as if he had been thrown into a scorching furnace.

"Fuck, isn't this the way Yang Qiying goes to school? Who summoned the Servant? Why did he bring a flaming chariot?" Xing Qingjiu was hiding in a tree at a certain house, leisurely drinking a freshly bought ice-cold beer, watching the Servant battle in front of him with relish.

"Rather than calling it a battle, it's more like a completely one-sided one," Xing Qingfeng thought. While neither of their weapons could penetrate their opponent's defenses, after the gun-wielding flamethrower erupted in flames, it was clear that Mandicardo was nearly finished.

Mandicardo felt himself roasted to a crisp from the inside out, his entire body aching with pain. Though the opponent's magical power had been brief, lasting only half a second, its power was unimaginably immense. The lingering burning pain in his body was like a fiery chain, shackled to his every breath. With every breath, Mandicardo could feel the air piercing his airways like red-hot wire.

"If this happens again... no, if I just released that much magic power for just two more seconds, my soul core would probably collapse completely." Mandicardo was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently. "But, but... the other party didn't do that."

"Even the magic power that just surrounded the weapon only lasted for a moment..."

Karna didn't give him time to breathe. A hero on the battlefield never relents when an enemy is unable to stand. The spear in his hand was still warm, the lingering magical light on its shaft like flowing lava, emitting a fiery heat. The next moment, Karna swung the spear without hesitation, striking Mandicardo in the chest once again.

Mandicardo barely had time to react. His body reacted instinctively, his feet shoving against the ground, attempting to leap backward, but his seared muscles and nerves struggled to support such an action. He fought the pain throughout his body, taking a step forward with his left foot, only to feel a ripping pain in his ankle. Without hesitation, Mandicardo gritted his teeth and swung his arms with all his might, holding his sword across his body, attempting to block Karna's attack.

"Bang!" With a resounding thud, the spear and sword collided, releasing a sharp metallic scraping sound. Mandicardo felt a tremendous force radiate from the spear tip, numbing his palm. However, he used the momentum to tumble across the ground, finally coming to a stop when he collided with the stone wall. The wall shattered, sending rubble and dust scattering behind him and sending a cloud of dust billowing from the ground.

It's hard to imagine how this unfortunate family felt when they woke up the next day to see their yard in such a mess. However, such a high-intensity battle didn't wake up the residents on both sides of the street. They really had to thank Sharma for the hypnotic magic he had set up in advance.

"That last shot was the same. If I had continued using my magic power, I shouldn't have been able to get up." Mandicardo braced himself against the ground, forcing himself to steady himself. "Did that last shot drain all my magic power? The other party was a bit too hasty."

"No, considering the effects of his own protection, he was able to use such an effective method to penetrate the defense. He truly deserves to be called a great hero..."

The incense in the censer had completely burned out, the last wisp of smoke rising quickly dissipating in the night wind, as if it had never existed. This meant that Mandicardo's protection had completely lost its effect. But Karna's attack did not stop. He swung his spear violently, the tip once again wrapped in blazing magic power like a blazing flame, and smashed forward with a roar. The air seemed to tear apart at this moment, and the spear brought a gust of wind. Flames danced on the spear's blade. Where the spear tip passed, the ground even cracked and ravines appeared. The hot air kicked up a cloud of dust.

"Heavenly fire is my shield, concealing my form. I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Lao, and I will escape without a trace. Hurry and obey the command!"

——"Bang!" With a loud bang, the spear slammed heavily onto the ground, flames scattered, and the ground was scorched black by the scorching magic power. White smoke was still billowing from the cracks, but there was no sign of Mandicardo.

"Ah? Using high-order Hilbert space to determine the coordinates of the alternate dimension, then throwing a person in, and after completing the movement in the alternate dimension, re-projecting the person back into three-dimensional space. After completing the transfer, use the Command Seal to transfer the servants away together. That's a good idea." Xing Qingqi's eyes almost lit up. "Oh, it's great to see this level of magic in this Holy Grail War. I won't have to do the hard work myself after I copy it."

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I was thinking of changing Souji's clothes every time I described her appearance, playing a bit like Cardcaptor Sakura (Sakura Saber)'s neta, but I got stuck when designing the costume. After I came up with a few designs and asked my friends, I found that the color matching was completely wrong. I spent a lot of time revising it before I finally came up with it.

Then when I wrote about the fire escape technique and related designs, I spent a long time researching before I dared to start writing...

I don't know how it will feel, I hope it will be a good reading experience.

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Volume 20: The Kyoto Holy Grail War without nagging: . Imaginary Submersible will instantly penetrate You Xiangyu

"To be fair, without exaggeration or criticism, looking at it rationally, I think Chuanyou Xiangyu is not as good as Xushu Shenhang."

The above remarks were made by Xing Qingfu when he first tried to use Hilbert space to elevate his spatial coordinates to a higher dimension as a shortcut and then convert them back to three-dimensional space. Due to his lack of proficiency, he got half of his body stuck in the wall.

Just now, You Ruoyu used the Command Seal to rescue Mandicard from Karna's spear in time, causing the atmosphere on the battlefield to freeze for a moment. Karna did not relax, but quickly adjusted his sight, his eyes like a torch sweeping towards a nearby high wall -

——When Xing Qingfu just climbed up the tree to watch the show, he was already noticed by Karna.

"I always feel that it's a bit uncool to come down from the tree honestly. It's a good opportunity to try the magic trick I just saw..." Xing Kakashi decided to copy the magic trick he just saw -

——Then he got stuck in the wall.

The escape technique of taking shortcuts from higher dimensions using Hilbert space operations and the imaginary number navigation using complex Hilbert space, although both use Hilbert space in operations, their processes are almost completely different.

Xing Qingjiu's daily imaginary diving can't really be considered a "shortcut". The distance he moves in imaginary space is the same as the straight-line distance in real space. It depends entirely on the coordinate transformation in three-dimensional Euclidean space. He does not make high-dimensional jumps in imaginary space. Therefore, even if there are some deviations, it will not cause too big a problem.

Just like when we walk normally, we don’t even consider how many meters we walk with each step.

However, if one uses high-dimensional Hilbert space operations to transfer one's coordinates to a high-dimensional space for movement, when one re-maps one's coordinates back to three-dimensional space in the high-dimensional space, any computational errors will be greatly amplified due to the complexity of the high dimension.

If we understand it in a simple and rough way, we can think of it as using the escape technique of high-dimensional Hilbert space. The higher the dimension, the greater the reduction ratio of the distance, but at the same time, the greater the magnification ratio of the coordinate error.

Xing Qingfu was still using his usual inertial thinking in playing with three-dimensional Euclidean space to play with high-dimensional Hilbert space escape techniques, so he was naturally stuck at the wall.

"Damn it, I miscalculated." Although half of his body was completely stuck in the wall, Xing Qingfeng still calmly reviewed his previous operation. "The amplification effect of the error is a bit beyond my imagination. But how did You Ruoyu complete the escape technique in such a short time? Did he set the coordinates in advance..."

If You Ruoyu returned to the city with 0 CD, then Xing Qingfu flashed and hit the wall.

"I'm sorry, I was conducting a magic experiment, so you saw my embarrassing side." Xing Qingyu chuckled and said, pretending nothing had happened, his voice calm and composed.

He adjusted his stance slightly, and using a short-range imaginary dive, he successfully escaped from the wall. Instantly, Xing Qingjiu's figure seemed to melt into thin air, vanishing from the spot before reappearing at a nearby street corner. Only a lifelike model of Xing Qingjiu, barely large enough to fit half a person, remained on the wall. Stone chips fell in a shower, illuminating the wall like a brief rain of stone dust in the moonlight.

Xing Qingfu calmly brushed off the stone chips on his body. The air around him was still filled with the smell of burning, and the wall beside him could still feel the residual heat, but Xing Qingfu completely ignored the lingering tense atmosphere and calmly introduced himself to Karna.

"Let me introduce myself, Xing Qingjiu, the supervisor of this Holy Grail War." He raised his chin slightly, and his eyes swept over Karna, showing him his identity and indicating that he had no ill intentions.

Karna narrowed his eyes slightly, observing Xing Qingjiu's every move. Although the other party acted quite relaxed, Karna remained vigilant, still holding the spear tightly in his hand, with the tip of the spear slightly drooping, pointing to the ground.

He was certain that Xing Qingjiu wasn't lying, and had no ill intentions. His self-introduction made sense. If he truly was the overseer of this Holy Grail War, there was no reason for him to lie. However, Karna's intuition told him that there was a subtle sense of dissonance in his words.

What made Karna even more nervous was that he didn't even notice how Xing Qingqi approached him.

"Put down your gun, Lancer." Sharma's voice came from the other end of the street, with a hint of suppressed weakness and fatigue. The voice seemed distant and vague in the night sky.

Xing Qingwu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a faint light moving slowly in the distant darkness. It was the light of an electric wheelchair, swaying on the narrow street. As the light moved, the figure in the wheelchair gradually became clearer. Sharma was sitting in it, slightly hunched in the wheelchair, slowly driving it closer.

"We met once before in London. El-Melloi's alchemist, victor of the last Holy Grail War, correct?" Sharma's voice remained calm, but with a noticeable weakness compared to their previous encounters, as if even speaking took a great deal of energy. He took a breath and continued, "How strange! I clearly remember El-Melloi rejecting the Einzbern family's invitation due to a lack of manpower."

"Haha, because that guy Weber wasn't free," Xing Qingqiu replied with a chuckle. "Ah, and that guy Kenneth wasn't free either. Just randomly inviting anyone else to participate would seem perfunctory, so they politely declined the Einzberns' invitation."

"When did El-Melloi and the Einzbern family become so close...?" Sharma frowned slightly, thinking to himself.

"Besides, I'm not here as a competitor from El-Melloi, but as a friend of the Einzberns, helping them oversee this Holy Grail War." He stretched, his tone relaxed. "After all, this is the first Holy Grail War to be held publicly. We'd better keep this exhibition match as smooth as possible."

Sharma turned his head and glanced at Karna who was standing beside him. The latter nodded slightly, indicating that Xing Qingjiu was not lying.

"I see! I never expected the Einzbern family, who have been in hiding for thousands of years and carry the legacy of the Third Law, would suddenly reappear," Sharma sighed. "I also never expected they'd secretly held four large-scale magic rituals in this remote eastern land of Japan before their appearance—"

"—Furthermore, this ritual was revealed to the world just a few years after the Fourth Holy Grail War."

"Alas, I'm just an overseer helping out. I don't understand what you're saying." Xing Qingqiu scratched his head, a helpless expression on his face. "But I did check the prize. It's indeed a very valuable item. Whether it's for clearing clogged magic circuits or repairing damaged magic seals, it's very useful."

"No wonder so many declining mage families have been drawn to this place..." Sharma nodded, a thoughtful tone in his voice. "So, your stance is similar to that of the Holy Church during the first four Holy Grail Wars?"