Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Yes, just like Father Yanfeng back then," Xing Qingqi answered without hesitation, a relaxed smile on his face. His tone was frank and sincere, with no intention of hiding anything.

After all, Kotomine Risei was the supervisor who personally blew the whistle for foul play.

"However, even though this is our second meeting, why do you look so weak?" Xing Qingfeng's eyes casually swept across Sharma's pale face and sunken eyes, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "I thought I had met Weber. Are you seriously short of energy?"

Sharma sighed softly, his eyes revealing fatigue. "Well, I wasn't capable enough, so I didn't think too much about it," he said slowly, a hint of self-mockery in his voice. "If I had known earlier, I would have arranged my position in advance."

He closed his eyes slightly, as if to regulate his breathing, and then continued, "Rajiv has two cases that are not yet concluded, and I am not very good at building positions, so I can only rely on myself to supply the servants with magic."

"Really?" Xing Qingfu hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on Sharma's frail face, and he took out a small test tube from his pocket. The liquid was filled with clear blue liquid, which flickered faintly under the dim street light.

He casually threw the test tube at Sharma, his tone somewhat helpless, "Take a sip and recover some mana. I'm really worried that instead of being killed by the other contestants, you'll be squeezed to death by the mana supply problem—"

"--If someone from the Law and Politics Department died in the Holy Grail War, it would be very troublesome." He yawned and said lazily, @(一) 另印７`IV屋偶(四)偶VIII "Be careful, one sip at a time. If you drink too much, be careful of your magic power going out of control."

"Thank you, but as a contestant in the Holy Grail War, I cannot accept any assistance from the Overseer." Sharma caught the test tube, then exerted a slight force and threw it back. "Besides, this would also be a denial of your position as Overseer."

"Huh?" Xing Qingqi took the test tube that flew back and looked at Sharma, who was standing across from him with some surprise. There was a hint of teasing in his tone, "Are you really a magician? You even care about these things?"

"My apologies, Linisi. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first," he said calmly, motioning for Karna to push his wheelchair. "I know my body well. I won't die in the Holy Grail War, don't worry."

"Wait a minute." Xing Qingyu suddenly raised his voice and stopped Sharma who was about to leave.

"I need your help with something." Xing Qingqiu paused. "Have you seen the unusual spirits that have appeared in Kyoto at night recently?"

Xing Qingqiu took out a notebook from his pocket, quickly flipped through a few pages, and showed the contents to Sharma.

"These spirits usually surround the ley lines and move in a certain pattern."

"I understand that," Sharma nodded. "In fact, I have been following the ley lines with my servants to eliminate these spirits these past two days."

"Very good." Xing Qingwu nodded with satisfaction and closed his notebook. "Then I want you to follow them and record their movements when you encounter these spirits again tonight, instead of destroying them right away."

"These spirits are extremely sensitive to Servants, so you won't be able to rely on them to protect you when you're tracking them." He said as he stuffed the elixir in his hand back into Sharma's. "So I need you to retain the most basic combat capabilities."

"What I need your help with is very simple. Complete the records for the Higashiyama District before the end of tonight, then contact Emiya Kiritsugu and I will come to pick them up. Okay?"

Sharma nodded silently, but did not open the bottle and take the elixir immediately. Instead, he put it solemnly into his coat pocket.

"Very good, I still have some things to investigate, so I'll leave first." Xing Qingfu nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked towards the other end of the street.

Karna pushed Sharma's wheelchair, and the wheels made a slight sound as they rubbed against the stone pavement.

"Master, aren't you going to drink the elixir?" After a long pause, Karna finally broke the silence. He glanced down at Sharma and said, "The other party didn't lie. The elixir should be safe."

“I understand,” Sharma said in a low voice, “but I still can’t drink it.”

"You are too stubborn."

"They've given me an extra mission as a Holy Grail War supervisor, and I can't refuse their kindness," Sharma said, silent for a moment, as if pondering how to explain. He sighed softly, "But I can't accept it as a mere Holy Grail War participant—"

"—I'm a magician in the Law and Politics Department. I have a duty to maintain the mystery of magic."

Karna continued pushing Sharma, past a few stunted pine trees and a solitary streetlamp at a corner. The light from the lamp stretched their shadows long and thin, as if stretching into the endless night. Sharma tilted his head slightly, staring silently into the darkness beyond.

"Besides, these spirits have the potential to expose the secret to the public and even harm innocent people. It's neither moral nor logical for me to just ignore them."

"He's from the El-Melloi School and a friend of the Einzbern family. I'm sure he'll have a more efficient way to handle this matter, so it's only natural for me to help him."

"But I'm not acting from the perspective of a Holy Grail War participant accepting additional missions from a supervisor. If I were to act from that perspective, it would also be a denial of the other party's neutral stance."

"Giving me an extra reward-style mission is undoubtedly a form of preferential treatment," Sharma said. "Emotionally, I won't reject their kindness; it's basic respect. But logically, I can't accept their stance. Otherwise, I'd be denying their neutral position."

Karna said nothing more and continued to push Sharma silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Karna broke the silence again.

"Master, you are not an ascetic," he said, a hint of subtle concern in his voice, "but what blessing do you hope to gain by practicing such asceticism?"

Sharma's wheelchair slowly moved along the road. He leaned forward slightly, his hands tightly gripping the armrests, and fell into a deep silence. Under the streetlight, his shadow swayed on the ground, slowly changing shape as the wheelchair moved.

"You don't want any blessings, do you?"

"Karna, I have a question." Sharma did not answer, but slowly turned his head to look at Karna behind him. "What were your thoughts when the Brahmin asked you for the golden armor?"

"He asked for it, so I gave it to him. What's wrong with that?" He looked down at Sharma, his tone indifferent. "I once swore to give anything to the Brahmins. I am just fulfilling my vow."

“Have you ever wondered why Brahmins are Brahmins, having suffered so much hardship and injustice because of their caste?”

"Life should not be divided by caste," Karna replied after a long silence. "Even if a seed cannot bloom into a flower, there is still something noble in it."

"Yes, but they still talk about karma from past lives and retribution in this life, dividing people into different castes." Sharma sighed. "Even if that's true, what evidence is there to prove that a person's past life and present life are the same person?"

"That's wrong, that's ridiculous," he said slowly. "But the law is different. The law will cause people to be punished for their karma in this life."

"But you are only doing penance."

"Maybe, haha." Sharma suddenly chuckled, his voice filled with self-mockery and fatigue. "Has anyone ever told you that the way you talk is annoying?"

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The action logic of the character Sharma has been reshaped, and further shaping may be placed in the Indian volume. I wonder what the current impression is?

Then this chapter actually explains a hidden logic of the writing, which is why most of the battles between servants that occurred in the past two days were fought between Karna and other servants, because the Lancer team itself was constantly clearing out the spirits wandering on the streets, and it was basically inevitable that anyone with the same motivation for action (such as You Ruoyu) would run into him.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please give me your feedback. Thank you!

Volume 21: The Kyoto Holy Grail War That Doesn’t Make You Nag: . Leave It Alone!

As night fell in Nijo Castle, Kyoto, the once quiet city became unusually lively. The Hakushoin in Ninomaru Palace, a living room usually seldom visited, was now ablaze with lights. Candlelight and the faint moonlight filtering through the paper windows combined to illuminate the interior as if it were daytime. The Fujiwara family's servants bustled through the corridors, chatting quietly.

The furnishings within Hakushoin are simple yet dignified. Soft cushions cover the tatami floor, and the walls are decorated with scrolls depicting pine trees, cranes, and longevity peaches, symbols of longevity and prosperity. The gold leaf on the folding screens gleams softly in the light, and the wooden beams exude the aroma of aged pine.

At that moment, a withered old man in a plain gray kimono sat on a cushion in the center of the room, his eyes fixed on the television screen in front of him. It was a modern device, incongruous with the ancient atmosphere. It was playing a recording of last year's Taiga drama, "Tokugawa Yoshinobu." He watched with rapt interest, his occasional frown and nods betraying a certain inner emotion.

"Alas... I placed all my chips on France and the Emperor. No wonder I ended up like this." He shook his head and murmured to himself, "No matter how much I tolerate and give in, I must hold on to what I have."

"Lord Keiki has worked very hard." A handsome young man kneeling beside him appeared particularly focused. He wore a blue and white hunting robe, his hands resting neatly on his knees, his expression respectful and solemn. In response to Tokugawa Ieyasu's lament, the young man softly replied, "The shogunate was in decline back then, and Lord Keiki had few options. Relying on France for Westernization reforms was the right decision."

"Yes, yes," Tokugawa Ieyasu sighed, his eyes still fixed on the screen, his hand involuntarily lifting his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fried tempura in front of him. "On the one hand, they were carrying out Westernization reforms, leveraging European political systems to transform the shogunate. On the other hand, they were gaining the help of Emperor Komei, uniting the imperial court and the shogunate to achieve a merger of the imperial court and the military."

The crispy crust of the tempura made a slight crunching sound in Ieyasu's mouth. His eyes were still fixed on the Taiga drama playing on TV, and he chewed the food slowly, as if he was savoring more than just the delicacy.

"That's a good idea," he said, swallowing his tempura, his tone filled with helplessness and regret, "but it's a pity that it's all done by outsiders."

The handsome young man's face still had that gentle expression, as if he had long been accustomed to Tokugawa Ieyasu's sighs and lamentations. He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of sushi from the plate in front of Ieyasu, and put it into his mouth, chewing gently.

Oh, he ate a whole piece of greasy organic big belly sushi in one bite!

"After all, Lord Keihiro didn't have much time left at that time." He swallowed his sushi and continued, "Besides, you are well aware of the situation back then. Both Lord Keihiro and Lord Keihiro were just pawns put forward by the Nanki faction and the Ichibashi faction."

"Alas..." Tokugawa Ieyasu sighed again, "Forget it, this is not something I, a long-dead man, should care about."

"You should take a closer look," the young man raised his head and said gently, "After all, if Tosho Daikyo is to return to Japan, you will still be the one in power."

"It's okay for that brat Hisashige Nobu to do this, but how come even you..." Tokugawa Ieyasu muttered a little dissatisfiedly, "Well, I'm almost done with this drama."

The handsome young man kneeling beside Tokugawa Ieyasu nodded and stood up obediently. He walked to the corner where the TV was placed, bent down and carefully took out the video tape of "Tokugawa Yoshinobu" from the player.

"What do you want to see?" He turned around and looked up at Tokugawa Ieyasu and asked

Tokugawa Ieyasu touched his smooth chin, his brows slightly furrowed, clearly lost in thought. His fingers gently slid across the skin on his chin, making a subtle scraping sound as he sorted out the memories in his mind.

"Hmm... let's take a look at what happened during the Warring States Period." His gaze slowly focused, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes. "I'm quite curious about how future generations view that period."

"Hmm... then... 'Nobunaga, King of Zipangu,'" he said, turning and squatting, he opened a wooden box. Inside was neatly arranged rows of old videotapes. The boy searched for a while before finally finding the one he wanted. He carefully removed the tape, placed it in the VCR, and pressed play.

The television screen flickered, and the videotape began playing. Tokugawa Ieyasu stared at the screen, his eyes becoming distant, as if he were glimpsing a moment in the past. "Ah, Lord Nobunaga..." His voice was low and tinged with sadness, as if he was reminiscing about an old friend. "I think I was near Kyoto at that time."

"It was June of the tenth year of Tensho, and you were sightseeing in Sakai City," the boy added.

"Yes, yes," Tokugawa Ieyasu nodded slightly, a trace of melancholy appearing between his brows, "Why couldn't I have learned the news earlier? Why couldn't I have led the army to rescue Lord Nobunaga at that time..."

"There's nothing we can do about it..." The young man lowered his eyes slightly and responded softly.

Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Where the hell were you then? Why didn't I see you the whole way back from Akechi Mitsuhide?" He muttered in dissatisfaction, his tone laced with blame. "If it weren't for Hattori Hanzo in Iga Province, I would have been killed."

"It was you who insisted on going to enjoy the scenery..." The young man lowered his head. Although he looked a little dissatisfied, his tone was very weak. "Before leaving, you insisted on keeping me in Sanhe and asked me to handle government affairs on your behalf..."

"Well, as my shadow warrior and substitute, isn't it your duty to handle government affairs for me?" Tokugawa Ieyasu said as a matter of course.

"You are always like this, that's why..." The boy raised his head, his expression clearly showing dissatisfaction, but he quickly regained his docile look and could only respond helplessly.

"Hahahaha, hahaha... sigh..." Tokugawa Ieyasu's laughter resounded throughout the White Academy, seemingly shaking the very air in the room. He laughed so hard that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more pronounced. But as the laughter faded, his face suddenly darkened, as if struck by some invisible sadness. He sighed deeply, his voice filled with an indescribable melancholy and longing.

"I really want to see Lord Nobunaga again..." His gaze was still on the TV screen, but his eyes became blurred, as if he was looking through the screen into a more distant past.

"What happened after that?" Tokugawa Ieyasu's voice was a little erratic. Although his eyes were still fixed on the screen, his mind had clearly wandered somewhere else. He tapped his knee lightly with his fingers, as if trying to recall some forgotten memory. "Oh, that monkey guy fought a good battle. After defeating Shibata Katsuie, he took over Nobunaga's territory and moved into Osaka Castle."

Tokugawa Ieyasu narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he saw the triumphant Toyotomi Hideyoshi again. The scenes in his memory kept emerging in his mind, evoking the emotions deep in his heart.

"His smug look at that time is truly unforgettable, haha..."

Then Nobuo came to you." The young man nodded slightly and added softly, "You have always been known for your forbearance, so why did you accept Nobuo's request and go against Lord Hideyoshi?"

Tokugawa Ieyasu was silent for a moment, pulled the corners of his mouth, forced a smile on his face, and gently stroked his chin with his fingers, as if this could soothe the entanglement in his heart.

"Maybe it's because... I can't bear to see Nobunaga's family business being swallowed up by that monkey like that..." His voice was low, and it was unclear whether he was explaining or talking to himself.

"Humph, that Nobuo is also a guy who turned sides at the last minute." The young man's voice was filled with resentment. "You were almost winning the battle, but suddenly and secretly reconciled with Lord Hideyoshi. Isn't this putting you in an unjust position?"

"Then we went to Kanto..." Tokugawa Ieyasu frowned slightly after hearing this, and then quickly changed the subject, not wanting to delve into it any further. "Oh, Kanto at that time was really..." He suddenly paused, his eyes fixed on the TV screen again, his voice filled with dissatisfaction and anger, "Hey, why do people nowadays choose a guy like this to play Lord Nobunaga?!"

He pointed angrily at the TV screen, where a male actor wearing armor from the Warring States period appeared, playing the role of Oda Nobunaga. Ieyasu's eyes widened, his brow furrowed, and he was clearly dissatisfied with the actor's appearance and acting style.

"This is too ugly!" Tokugawa Ieyasu muttered dissatisfiedly, with a hint of disgust on his face, "I can't help but look at it, I really can't stand it..." He waved his hands, as if trying to wave away the scene in front of him, his face full of disappointment and displeasure.

The boy lowered his head, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, as if he couldn't help laughing, but had to hold it in. He gently stood up, walked to the TV, and pressed the pause button. The picture on the screen froze instantly, leaving the actor in a slightly awkward freeze.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the slightly awkward atmosphere inside Bai Academy. The young man was startled, his eyes turning towards the paper door, a hint of confusion crossing his face. He quickly stood up and gently pulled open the translucent paper door.

Standing outside the door was a tall, middle-aged man in a dark kimono. It was none other than Fujiwara no Shigenobu. Seeing the door open, he quickly entered the room, took a few steps, and stopped, bowing deeply to Tokugawa Ieyasu with a serious and respectful expression on his face.

"General, the Kagemusha's condensation speed has suddenly plummeted." Fujiwara Shigenobu leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to whisper to Tokugawa Ieyasu. Although he tried to remain calm, a hint of anxiety still lingered in his voice. "According to our investigation, this is likely the work of Lancer's group."

Tokugawa Ieyasu looked up at Fujiwara Shigenobu, who stretched out his arms, looking somewhat lazy and nonchalant. "Oh? What happened to them?"

"The Kagemusha in Higashiyama and Yamashina districts have been completely wiped out, and the entire Kagemusha in Kyoto Prefecture's second district has been completely eliminated." His voice was a little hurried. "The number of Kagemusha in Shimogyo and Minami districts is also constantly decreasing, and the Lancer Master and Servant are still moving closer to Nakagyo district. I'm worried..."

"Huh? I thought all the Kagemusha in Kyoto had been eliminated." Tokugawa Ieyasu interrupted him nonchalantly, his tone as casual as if he were discussing a trivial matter. "You're rushing over here for such a trivial matter. You still can't keep your composure."

Fujiwara no Shigenobu was obviously a little anxious about Tokugawa Ieyasu's attitude. He frowned slightly and wanted to say something else, "But..."

Tokugawa Ieyasu waved his hand impatiently and yawned, as if he had lost interest in the topic.

"Well, one or two Kagemusha are nothing," he said lazily. "After all, any more Kagemusha are just extras. As long as the ceremony isn't interrupted and my retainers can descend, that's all that matters."

After hearing this, Fujiwara Shigenobu straightened up slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, "So what you mean is..."

"Alas, I've already come to this." Tokugawa Ieyasu shook his head slightly, a helpless smile on his face. His voice was calm, but there was dissatisfaction in his tone. "You too, don't insist on guessing what I'm thinking about everything. You dare not act until I've made things clear. You're so timid and impatient."

On the low lacquered wooden table before Tokugawa Ieyasu, the plate of golden, crispy fried tempura was now almost gone, with only a few thin flakes scattered around the edge. The aroma of the fried tempura still lingered, wafting gently through the Hakushoin. The tempura sauce in the center of the plate had solidified into a light brown film, emitting a faint sweet fragrance that blended with the surrounding air.

Next to the empty tempura plate, another exquisite porcelain plate sat quietly. On it lay several neatly arranged pieces of organic otoko tuna sushi. The translucent rice grains shone softly, the aroma tinged with a hint of vinegar. The sushi was covered in a thick layer of otoko tuna, the texture of the fish clearly visible, delicate and smooth. The edges of the tuna meat curled slightly, revealing a seductive, oily sheen.

——Oh, he ate two pieces of greasy organic big belly sushi in one bite!

Tokugawa Ieyasu's cheeks puffed slightly, and a subtle crunching sound emanated from his mouth as he chewed. The rich aroma of the tuna's belly melted in his mouth, its rich flavor spreading across his taste buds. After swallowing the last bite of sushi, he licked his lips with a hint of satisfaction and then picked up the celadon teacup beside him. The glaze on the cup had a faint green hue.

He took a gentle sip of tea, the warm liquid sliding down his throat, bringing a refreshing bitterness that perfectly balanced the greasiness of the sushi and the rich flavor of the fish. Tokugawa Ieyasu closed his eyes slightly, savoring the tea's aroma and slightly bitter aftertaste that slowly spread through his mouth.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at Fujiwara no Shigenobu, who was still standing respectfully beside him. Ieyasu's eyes became sharp and decisive.

“—Just leave it alone!”

"I respect your wish!" Fujiwara no Shigenobu responded with his head down. He turned around quickly and prepared to leave the Japanese-style room.

Namo San, what a mysterious tea ceremony dialogue!

"Hey, wait a minute." Just as Fujiwara Shigenobu was about to open the paper door and leave, Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly stopped him, "The tempura is finished. Please tell the servants again."

"Yes, as you command." Fujiwara Shigenobu nodded respectfully, then turned around again, opened the paper door, and quietly walked out. As the paper door was gently pulled up and closed, the room returned to peace.

Tokugawa Ieyasu watched Fujiwara no Shigenobu disappear out the door, then couldn't help but stretch once more. His shoulders rose slightly as he stretched, then slowly dropped, letting out a comfortable sigh.

Tokugawa Ieyasu narrowed his eyes, scanned the room, then turned to the young man standing beside him and asked, "What do you think of this kid?

The young man raised his head, snorted softly, and shook his head, a mocking smile on his face. "If someone of this caliber can become the head of a family that controls the land veins of Kyoto, huh..." He paused at this point, his tone revealing obvious disdain. "It only proves that these families in Kyoto have no power at all. They are just figureheads."

"Haha, after all, the center of power is in Tokyo now." Tokugawa Ieyasu chuckled softly upon hearing this. He set down his teacup, which clashed lightly with the table. His fingers tapped lightly on the surface, casually responding to the young man's words, "You're timid and impatient. You know your current situation but can't seize the opportunity. You're just a puppet, so you can only pin your hopes on others."

"Are you talking about Lord Yoshinobu...?" The boy pretended not to understand anything and changed the topic back to the Taiga drama he had watched at the beginning.

"Hahahaha, that kid Qingxi doesn't have time on his hands, doesn't he?" Hearing this, Tokugawa Ieyasu laughed out loud, "Putting the chips on the servants, how foolish and incompetent."

"But he truly does admire you from the bottom of his heart." Despite his initial harsh comments, the young man tried to defend Fujiwara no Shigenobu. "He doesn't have any ill intentions towards you. He even abandoned his own family crest and has the Tokugawa crest printed on his kimono."