Arriving in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

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Chapter 29: Matou Zouken's Revival

Yesterday, the masters and servants forgot all their troubles, grudges, and sorrows at the banquet that Li Zihan had spent a full hour setting up. They truly let loose and had a blast. Even though Tokiomi Tohsaka had a hole blown through him, it didn't dampen the guests' enjoyment. It was a truly joyous occasion for all, a golden age during the Holy Grail War.

The above is pure nonsense; anyone who believes it is an Aqua.

The black-haired youth sat alone in the pavilion, sighing as he looked at the empty courtyard. "Berserker, they left so quickly, and without even saying goodbye. How rude."

"Tsk, Rider's bull ate a huge chunk of the lawn, and Archer, he takes one bite and throws it away, completely unaware of how to cherish food. My teacher is the best. He and Lancer didn't eat or do anything, didn't damage the venue, and saved on food," Li Zihan muttered, looking distressed about the damage.

"Are you distressed?" Alcaeus suddenly asked. "I couldn't tell."

"Of course, I'm not distressed," Li Zihan said righteously. "It's not my stuff, so why should I be distressed? Selling your father's land doesn't cause distress, and this isn't even my old man's land."

"Li-kun's words make this old man feel truly sad." Countless insects flew out from every corner of the courtyard, heading towards Li Zihan. The flying and crawling creatures converged, forming a living dark cloud. An old man holding a wooden staff emerged from the cloud. He was a hunched elder wearing a kimono in a combination of indigo and dark gray. With his appearance, a nauseating stench of decay filled the entire courtyard, like a corpse whose flesh had half-dissolved into pus within a coffin. "Although you and my granddaughter are not yet married, having inherited the Matou Family's magic, you are undoubtedly the future head of the Matou Family. Everything here is your property."

Even if that's the case, I can't pack up the Matou Family and take them to another world! Never mind that the System hasn't been activated yet. Even if it were activated and had an unscientific thing like a spatial backpack, it still couldn't fit the entire Matou Family!

"Old Man Matou came for the Immortal Grass," Li Zihan's face showed a deep smile. "You know that the Immortal Grass is a divine item from mythology, and its price won't be low."

"But that price is within my ability to pay, isn't it?" The old man leaned on his cane, his body unsteady, as if he would collapse at any moment. He truly looked like an ordinary old man on the verge of death.

"Yes, you can afford this bill, but please sign the agreement first." Li Zihan held the divine item, which looked no different from the weeds in the courtyard, and promoted it like a second-rate salesman.

The parchment floated into the sky under an unknown power and slowly flew towards Matou Zouken. Matou Zouken reached out and took the parchment, examining its contents carefully.

The contents were not harsh, much more lenient than Matou Zouken had imagined. If he hadn't felt the binding force of this contract, Matou Zouken would have thought it was a fake.

"Believe me, this is a treasure for you," Li Zihan persuaded him. "As long as you eat it, you can regain your youth. Your forgotten magic will be recalled as your soul is repaired, and your depleted vitality will be replenished."

"This is truly a tempting transaction for this old man." Matou Zouken tapped his cane, staring at Li Zihan. "Then, what can you get from me?"

If Li Zihan's gains were less than the Immortal Grass, then the so-called transaction would be a joke. No one likes a losing business, and the anomaly among humans – Mages – push the instinct for profit to the extreme.

While the Immortal Grass was certainly tempting, Matou Zouken wouldn't gamble his life for an immortal legend.

"It's a Command Spells system for controlling Heroic Spirits. I want to reconstruct the Holy Grail," Li Zihan smiled. "You should have heard my answer to the masters and servants through your familiars. Compared to my plan, the mere Immortal Grass is insignificant."

"Li-kun truly has great ambitions," Matou Zouken also smiled. This was indeed a fitting answer.

Once the exchange of benefits is brought out into the open, negotiations become exceptionally simple. This is because there is no need for sophistry, nor is there an unintelligent party; it's simply about each party getting what they need, which is more convincing than the most powerful rhetoric.

"Then, this old man thanks Li-kun again." Matou Zouken signed his true name on the contract, and thus, the transaction was complete.

"Then, please take it soon," Li Zihan handed the Immortal Grass to Matou Zouken. His narrow eyes easily brought to mind a certain canine species.

Matou Zouken, without hesitation, shoved the Immortal Grass into his mouth and chewed it in front of Li Zihan. His ferocious eating manner was even wilder than Rider's, or even Rider's Divine Bull.

"How does it feel, Old Man Matou?" A faint stream of light flickered in Li Zihan's hand. It was Odin's exclusive armament, though not yet awakened.

If even the Immortal Grass couldn't save Matou Zouken's soul, then he would have to purify him physically after obtaining the knowledge of the Command Spells system.

"I feel wonderful," Matou Zouken chuckled in a low voice, like Mephistopheles who had gained Faust's soul, eerie and terrifying.

"Is this what it feels like to be alive?" Matou Zouken's lewd figure was slowly straightening. He was a handsome man with flowing blue hair, solid muscles, and a resolute face as if carved by a knife.

His vitality was growing, and flesh that no longer existed was being reborn under an unknown divine power. His soul was also gradually repairing, and forgotten memories were resurfacing. Matou Zouken hadn't felt this way in a long time.