Type-Moon: Shinji Matou Also Wants to Be the Protagonist

However, the fact that he's already in the mood to complain shows that Webber has also moved beyond the state of emo.

With a sigh, Webber, already exhausted from the battlefield car chase, quickly drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 25: Biological Imperial Arms

Shinji was woken up by Weber the next day.

"Didn't you sleep well?"

Seeing the dark circles under Webber's eyes, Shinji felt puzzled and asked.

"Who do you think caused me to not sleep well?"

Upon hearing Shinji's words, Waver said resentfully.

He was sleeping soundly last night when Shinji, who was next to him, suddenly kicked him, waking him up in pain.

Shinji's physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, and this kick almost sent Webber flying off the bed.

The pain kept Weber wide awake.

I initially thought it was an accident, but then, in a daze, I was punched again.

After that, Webber had to go sleep on the floor, but sleeping on the floor is nowhere near as comfortable as sleeping on a bed.

Adding to the stress, Shinji's punches and kicks kept Webber on edge, causing him to suffer from insomnia.

After hearing Weber's words, Shinji gave an awkward laugh and explained sheepishly:

"That's how children are when they're growing; I can't control it."

"I won't sleep with you anymore. Get up quickly, Rider is all ready."

Weber walked out of the room rubbing his back, with Shinji following behind, his smirk still lingering on his face.

After washing up, Shinji followed Webber and left the old couple's house.

The task we need to do today requires a lot of manpower; that house can't accommodate a professional team.

Moreover, he had to keep it a secret from the elderly couple under these circumstances, so Weber simply found an empty warehouse nearby.

When Shinji arrived, the warehouse had already been enchanted, and various temporary workbenches had been set up.

Soldiers dressed in ancient armor are carrying equipment that may be needed.

Upon seeing Shinji arrive, the soldiers all cast friendly glances at him.

Then, Iskandar appeared behind Shinji, patted him on the head, and said:

"The craftsmen are ready and can begin at any time."

As he spoke, the space in the living room began to distort.

It was not a grand unfolding like the [King's Army] that pulled people into a fixed barrier, but a more refined and localized summoning—dozens of figures emerged from the void and then quickly solidified.

Shinji held his breath.

He was greeted by a truly luxurious technical team.

An Egyptian priest, draped in a linen robe, holds a measuring tool inscribed with hieroglyphs.

The bronze craftsmen of Mesopotamia had bulging muscles and calloused hands;

The Greek sculptor exudes the scent of olive oil, his fingers long and steady.

There were also Eastern mechanics, Persian gold weavers, and even several foreigners whose origins he couldn't identify...

"His Majesty."

Everyone bowed in unison, their voices low and respectful.

Iskandar nodded in satisfaction and turned to Shinji:

"Tell me, what kind of weapon do you want to have built?"

Shinji was also excited as he looked at this group of skilled craftsmen from various countries.

"Thank you!"

He sincerely thanked Iskandar.

Iskandar didn't reply, but simply rubbed Shinji's seaweed-like hair, making it look even more messy.

"Shinji, Rider, you two are busy, I need to go back and catch up on some sleep."

Waver, who had brought Shinji there, yawned, rubbed his still slightly aching back, and turned to leave.

On one hand, he really needed to catch up on his sleep; on the other hand, no matter what kind of magical artifact Shinji was preparing to create, the technology involved was someone else's secret.

Magicians' research findings are all very private matters.

Yesterday, I jokingly became Shinji's teacher. Before even beginning to impart knowledge, I preemptively pried into my disciple's achievements. How could this be proper? It's best to avoid it for now.

Shinji watched Weber leave without saying a word to stop him.

The risks associated with the technology involved in the Imperial Arms are too great. Before Shinji has the ability to protect himself, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Taking a deep breath, Shinji focused all his attention on the team of craftsmen in front of him.

He dragged the large box of precious materials he had collected last night, along with the ordinary materials he had been preparing before the Holy Grail War began, into the temporary workshop, and then took a folder out of his backpack.

This is a record that Shinji gradually summarized by comparing his memories with those of the Dangerous Species after he obtained the memories of the isotopes.

The entire production process of the Imperial Arms technique is described in detail with illustrations and text.

The various secret techniques, metal recipes, and potion recipes involved are also archived separately.

This is also the reason why Shinji was so confident in trading some of the knowledge of the Imperial Arms at Manjusou Plaza.

Later, after coming into contact with knowledge of alchemy, magical engineering, magic engineering, and spellcasting in this world...

Shinji combined his knowledge from both sides to make certain improvements to the Imperial Arms technology, and even recorded some ideas and visions for future improvements, as well as the drafts that were deleted and revised during the process.

All the miscellaneous materials piled up into a thick volume.

Shinji spread the folder out on the workbench and then distributed the materials to the craftsmen with the corresponding professional skills, categorizing them by type.

After obtaining Shinji's information, the originally confident craftsmen frowned more and more as they read it.

Imperial Arms technology is, after all, the pinnacle of a powerful empire, forged during its heyday by pooling the resources of the entire nation.

It does involve some technical skill.

Moreover, the technical approach was different from the techniques these craftsmen had been using during their lifetimes.

If these artisans hadn't already ascended to become heroic spirits and received a boost in renown from the Macedonian Empire...

It would probably take quite a while just to understand these technologies.

Fortunately, everyone here is a prodigy of our time, and Shinji is there to answer their questions.

Although they only partially understood the principles, the craftsmen quickly grasped how to do what they needed to do.

"What I need to create is a biological-type Imperial Arms."

Shinji pointed to a concept drawing on a certain blueprint, which was a detailed and clear structural diagram.

It was a spherical biological core, where metal and flesh were fused together in a harmonious way.

“Biological type?” A Greek sculptor frowned. “Does that mean transmutation of living beings?”

"Not entirely." Shinji turned to the next page, which detailed the processing methods for hazardous materials.

"The core material is the core of the fantasy species. Through specific alchemy, its activity is solidified, preserving its biological characteristics while also possessing the stability of an item."

"This technology..."

An Egyptian priest stroked the runes on the drawing, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"It's similar to the preservation techniques used in mummification, but in the completely opposite direction. We're not trying to preserve death, but rather to solidify life."

"That's exactly right."

Shinji nodded and took out the sealed Sea Demon Core from the materials box.

"This is……"

The Persian goldsmith gasped and instinctively took a half-step back.

"This is the focus of our work going forward. It comes from a giant sea monster with terrifying self-healing abilities. We need to preserve its abilities while crafting it into the core of an Imperial Arm."

Chapter 26: Einzbern Castle

Just as Shinji's creation of the Imperial Arms was progressing rapidly.

Meanwhile, Lord Kenneth, who had been hit by two explosions in one day, was furious.

"Damn Caster! Damn Einzbern!"

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower, is a first-class lecturer in the Department of Spirit Conjuring.

She was sitting at the dressing table in her temporary residence, combing her disheveled hair with trembling fingers.

The man in the mirror looked heartbreakingly disheveled.

The meticulously styled golden slicked-back hair, now licked by the flames, appeared pitted and uneven, with even a few bald patches.

His bare upper body was wrapped in thick bandages. Although he had drunk precious healing medicine, he still needed some time to wait for the wounds to heal.

The explosion at the dock destroyed two of his life-saving magical costumes, but Lord Kenneth is very wealthy.

Therefore, Kiritsugu Emiya's attempt to blow up the building failed to kill him.

After being moved to temporary accommodation and his injuries improved slightly, Kenneth immediately began investigating who had attacked the hotel.

Ordinary people couldn't detect it, but with Kenneth's relentless investment of resources, Kiritsugu Emiya ultimately couldn't hide it anymore.

"Sora..."

Kenneth's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of barely perceptible vulnerability.

Standing behind him was a woman with fiery red hair.

Sora Nazele Sofialy, Kenneth's fiancée.

She was holding a stack of documents, reporting the investigation results to Kenneth, but she seemed somewhat distracted.

“I’ve already found out the location of Kiritsugu Emiya’s base in Fuyuki, but I don’t recommend that you go looking for trouble with him. It’s a fortress built by the Einzbern family at great expense, and it’s not so easy to get in.”

"A mere alchemical doll."

Kenneth snorted coldly, a contemptuous smile curving his lips, though the movement of his wound made him frown slightly.

"The Einzberns are nothing but a bunch of country alchemists playing in the mud in the forest. How sturdy could their fortresses be?"

He tried to prop himself up, but the itching from the healing wounds gnawed at his nerves in waves.

But this only fueled Kenneth's anger even more.

"Emiya Kiritsugu..."

He pronounced the name slowly and deliberately, as if trying to carve it into his very bones.

Kenneth's hatred for this person even surpassed that for the Caster and his Master who had initially tricked him.

At least the battle with Caster was on the front lines, and his underestimation of the enemy also played a part in him falling into the trap.

Although I am still angry, it hasn't escalated to the point of hatred.

But Kiritsugu Emiya was different; from the very beginning, this man tore apart all the dignity and rules that magicians were proud of.

They showed no basic respect to their opponents—only cold-blooded scheming and despicable assassinations.

That wasn't a challenge from one magician to another; it was a personal and utter humiliation directed at him.

Kenneth was plotting his revenge in front of the mirror, while Sora behind him was also looking in the mirror.

However, her eyes seemed vacant, and her gaze was not focused on Kenneth in the mirror.

Rather, it was as if they were looking through the mirror, gazing at some other being.

As Kenneth gritted his teeth and muttered the name of Kiritsugu Emiya, Sora said absentmindedly:

"It's up to you, but if you're going to take action, do it as soon as possible. When I was investigating their intelligence, they also noticed that someone was investigating them, so it's possible that they might change their base."

Kenneth, oblivious to his fiancée's odd behavior, gave a cold laugh and finally stood up from the dressing table.

The muscles under the bandage twitched slightly with movement.