A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 22: Is it better to be in love or to fight? Is it really okay to sleep after being cursed?

On one hand, there was Van Gogh's request, and on the other hand, he wanted to catch the Matou family off guard...

When faced with these two choices, Duanmu Ye clearly saw the future they both pointed to.

As a creator of online toilet paper, he knows very well that most readers just like to watch him and the beautiful girls fighting each other, or fighting him in a final battle and killing him to death.

At this moment, these two choices were placed before him. Choosing the former might bring him closer to Van Gogh, just like choosing to agree to her request in a certain Galgeam and being able to take the H route. But if the latter was really implemented smoothly, he would be able to obtain a Servant who could fight Gilgamesh, and even a dark knight with a Command Seal who would never betray him!

After this analysis, the answer is obvious.

In response to Van Gogh's request, Duanmu Ye turned around and held her cold little hand. The hand that could almost be completely covered by one palm was much thinner and more frail than he had imagined.

Even though her body is a combination of several Old Ones and Greek fairies, she still sticks to her rationality and her original intention, and will not easily fall into uncontrollable madness and become the "door" for the Outer Gods to descend here.

There is no doubt that she is a strong girl. Although the historical Van Gogh was an out-and-out male, the Van Gogh in front of him is not Vincent van Gogh himself.

"I understand your feelings, Van Gogh, but this Holy Grail War is not a game of house. Only by being one step ahead can we achieve unexpected victories!"

Falling in love? Duanmu Ye had been single for so long, so these seven days wouldn't make a difference. He could just get through these seven nightmarish days honestly, and then fall in love after returning to normal life.

There is nothing more important than improving your strength. If there is anything, it is that your strength has reached the point where it is sufficient to uphold justice and there is no need to improve it further, then it is naturally not that important.

Duanmu Ye's expression was resolute. Even though his body was exhausted, there was no hesitation or compromise on his face.

Feeling the warmth coming from his hand, that warmth that was different from his own cold body, Van Gogh's face was slightly moved. But when the other party let go of his hand and was about to walk out of the room, his body moved unconsciously and he once again grabbed Duanmu Ye's warm palm.

"Don't go..."

The sound of a faint mosquito humming reached his ears, and Duanmu Ye, who had made up his mind, was a little puzzled.

"Why? There must be a reason for me not to go."

That being said, Duanmu Ye always felt that his identities and Van Gogh's seemed to be reversed. He was clearly the Master, so why did he always have to consider Van Gogh's opinion?

When asked this question, Van Gogh hung his head, bit his lower lip with his pearly teeth, and spoke in a somewhat intermittent manner.

"The Yellow House has been triggered... Its curse has caused changes in your body, Master... If it is not repaired in time... it will become something terrible..."

"..."

Duanmu Ye was perhaps more clear about what Van Gogh had said. After all, he could truly feel the changes taking place in his body, but he always wanted to end the Holy Grail War as soon as possible, so that he could return to his original state...

The brows that were originally furrowed because of being blocked by Van Gogh gradually relaxed, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Van Gogh gradually softened.

"You're right. There are still many opportunities to deal with Matou Kariya and snatch Berserker from him. I really should solve my own problems first, otherwise things will become more complicated and the gains will be greater than the losses."

"Wait, why are you crying?"

The girl's tears kept flowing out, and Duanmu Ye, who couldn't understand women's minds, seemed a little flustered at this moment.

"No, it's okay, Master... I'm just a little happy... to be understood or something..."

Van Gogh wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and pushed Duanmu Ye into the room with his arms, which were so thin that they seemed to be malnourished. Van Gogh did not leave, but half of his body was squeezed into the gap under the bed.

"Purification...cleansing the curse requires close contact...so, please let me stay under the bed..."

Looking at Van Gogh, who was still forcing a smile even though his body was trembling due to the cold floor, Duanmu Ye sighed lightly and got off the bed, taking out the spare quilt cover from the closet and throwing it on the bed.

"Come to bed, the floor is cold."

"No, it's okay, Master. Van Gogh is a Servant, a projection in the quantum recorder. He was squeezed..."

Before Van Gogh could finish his words, he saw Duanmu Ye's serious gaze.

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, Van Gogh silently crawled out from under the bed and carefully opened the quilt to cover himself.

However, after waiting for a long time, she did not hear Duanmu Ye getting into bed. Turning her head, she saw Duanmu Ye, who had covered himself with the quilt he had been wearing before, sleeping on the ground not far away. The faint sound of his breathing was obviously a sign that he had fallen asleep long ago.

He stared at the sleeping face for a long time. Van Gogh, who had finally broken free from his trance and indescribable state, pulled the quilt up to the highest point, covering his nose, and then closed his eyes.

"Mio-sama's soul..."

"Good night, Master..."

......

Duanmu Ye had a dream, a long and depressing dream.

That was the land and sea of ​​who knows how many years ago, a dream filled with chaos and madness.

In his dream, he saw a golden-haired girl who was driven mad by jealousy because her lover was taken away by someone else, and she said something to a king.

But the final result was that the woman who took away the love of her lover was ordered to be buried alive by the king, and the girl's lover broke up with her.

In this way, the girl kept chasing, chasing the figure on the sun chariot, until her body was burned by the sun, and her spirit and emotions turned into a sunflower, looking at the sun setting in the distance.

But the dream did not end there. A blond young man appeared next to the sunflower that was looking at the sun from afar.

The sunflower looked at the sun, the young man looked at the sunflower, and a drawing board appeared in front of the young man. He began to create something that belonged to him on the white canvas.

However, all this did not develop in a sunny direction. An unimaginable quarrel seemed to be happening in the yellow house in the sunflower field, but what followed was only the sound of another strange man slamming the door and leaving.

Then, a gunshot was heard from the yellow house, and the dream came to an abrupt end at that moment...

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Duanmu Ye, who was suddenly awakened from his sleep, felt a hint of coolness. The quilt on his body and the blanket under him were completely soaked with sweat at some point. Even when he was awake, sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

Turning his head to look at the blonde girl who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, Duanmu Ye's eyes showed some complicated emotions.

"Is this... a Servant's dream?"

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 23: The Matou House, the wind is blowing...

It was still dark and the wind was cold.

After simply tidying up the bed on the floor, trying not to make too much noise to wake up the girl on the bed, Duanmu Ye pushed open the door. He was going to the Matou family to get some things.

"Master?"

Just as he put his hand on the door handle, Van Gogh's voice rang in his ears.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Duanmu Ye gave a gentle smile to the girl standing upstairs behind him, but his mood was still a little complicated.

There was no order in that dream. He was like a bystander, seeing fragments of her parts but unable to do anything.

Van Gogh often said that he had no wishes, but every time he said this, she would pause for a long time.

After all, how could a Servant who appeared in the Holy Grail War not have a wish?

Silence filled the room. Neither Van Gogh nor Duanmu Ye had figured out what to say at this moment.

But this is not an escape. Van Gogh has a tendency to self-abuse and self-abandonment, and at this moment he can't think of what to say. Duanmu Ye understands even more clearly that if he wants to survive, he must win the Holy Grail War, and win the Holy Grail War by struggling, to win the favor of the guy above his head.

And the contaminated Holy Grail can perhaps also fulfill the wish of the contaminated Van Gogh?

That is to say, the possibility of two negatives equaling a positive, and no matter how great Angra Mainyu's status is, it is not greater than that of the Outer Gods, right?

Duanmu Ye shook his head helplessly when he thought of this. He was still far away from obtaining the Holy Grail, so it was somewhat unrealistic to start thinking about what would happen after he won the Holy Grail.

"Um, um... be careful on the road..."

Van Gogh spoke cautiously, and there seemed to be fatigue and fear that was difficult to conceal on her face, which made Duanmu Ye, who wanted to explain herself first, stunned.

If you think about it carefully, Van Gogh spoke very cautiously from the moment they met, as if he was afraid of saying something wrong and causing his dissatisfaction.

The scene in the dream appeared in her mind again in the form of a picture. The quarrel between the houses seemed to be the source of her cautiousness.

"I will. I'll leave the painting to you."

She nodded gently in response to Van Gogh's expectation, and Van Gogh also nodded in response before the door closed.

Duanmu Ye pushed open the door and walked out, changing his clothes again. Although the faceless traveler could not directly transform into the ceiling of heroes like Gilgamesh, it was more than enough to be molded into an ordinary person.

It didn't take too long to find the way from the residential area to the Matou family's house. As he moved forward quickly like a morning jogger, there was no emotion in Duanmu Ye's eyes.

After all, the core of the Holy Grail War is to sacrifice the souls of seven familiars and seven magicians. Whoever becomes the final winner will obtain all the magic power that returns to the Holy Grail after the other six ancestors are defeated. In other words, one cannot survive without fighting.

From the very beginning, whether it was tracking Iskandar or accidentally running into Gilgamesh, Duanmu Ye had already prepared himself for a life-or-death situation, and this was even more so now.

Even though Lancelot was cast under a berserk spell and appeared in the form of an even more insane Berserker, he still had unparalleled martial arts. It can be said without hesitation that if Lancelot were thrown to Shirou, who had fought for the fifth time, the effect he could achieve would not be much worse than that of Artoria.

It would be a complete waste of talent to let Matou Kariya, a frail and short-lived magician whose magic circuits were transformed by the Crest Bug, possess a TOP Heroic Spirit like Lancelot. Rather than letting him face reality through repeated failures, it would be better to let him drown in "hope" from the very beginning.

A cold gaze flickered with a faint golden light in the dimly lit sky, but Duanmu Ye, standing near the Matou residence, did not immediately step into the area filled with countless detection insects...

At this moment in the Matou household, Matou Kariya curled up on the bed in his room, enduring the pain in his body as his blood vessels twisted continuously. The pain caused by maintaining Berserker's present world was far more difficult than he had imagined.

"Hmph, look at you, such a loser! Just summoning a Servant has reduced you to this state. Seizing the Holy Grail is nothing more than a momentary gratification!"

The dark shadows gathered into an ancient, hunchbacked old man amid the sound of insects flapping their wings, but on his pale face there was a slightly sarcastic smile.

"That's not true. I saw that battle, too. With Berserker in my hand, I might be able to defeat Archer..."

The frail man sat up from the bed with difficulty. Ever since he completed the summoning of the Heroic Spirit last night, the reaction of the Marking Worm had become far more intense than before. It even forced him to cough up some blood containing the worm while it was wriggling in his blood vessels.

"With your current attitude, you'd have to risk your life to face those two Servants. Kariya, do you really like Sakura that much?"

Matou Zouken murmured, the sarcasm in his words seemed to carry a hint of joking, but at this moment he was still very curious about Matou Kariya's answer.

“Of course…” Matou Kariya stood up from the bed, swaying his body. As he brushed past Matou Zouken, he forced a confident smile on his face. “Sakura is asking for help… As her uncle, how can I just ignore her…”

Obtain the Holy Grail in exchange for Matou Sakura's freedom. If possible, Matou Kariya also hopes to restore the pain Sakura has suffered over the years to its original state, as if nothing had happened, and let everything start over again.

He hasn't seen Sakura smile for a long time...

Obviously before...

"What a foolish idea! Giving up your own life to save others. With your current state, making it to the seventh day of the Holy Grail War is already beyond your reach. It's not too late to face reality."

To be honest, although I find Matou Kariya's idea ridiculous, after all, he was the "child" who I decided to train to be the new head of the Matou family. It is somewhat unreasonable for him to be so obsessed with a child of someone else's family.

That’s right, it’s more like giving Matou Kariya a last chance than caring for him. Once he walks out of the door behind him, he will become a rebel of the Matou family and will no longer have the opportunity to receive his training.

However, Kariya said nothing, but walked towards the door and grasped the door handle with his right hand, which was still able to move.

"I will kill Tokiomi and his Archer. Please watch me carefully, father..."

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The door was gently closed. Standing in the room, Zouken Matou took a deep breath, then looked at the gradually rising dawn in the sky and the various noises coming from outside the window, his eyes revealing disappointment.

"The wind is blowing... I hope it doesn't blow on my old bones..."

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 24: Did the magic work so quickly? Try increasing the dosage!

A faint ray of light shone through the distant sky, causing Matou Kariya to squint his eyes as he walked out of the dim mansion. The night, which had been pitch black just a moment ago, was now a little dazzling, and the newly opened yellow flowers on the roadside were swaying constantly in the light.

"We have to hurry..."

Less than a night had passed since Berserker was summoned, but the strain on his body was already unbearable. If Berserker's presence was to be maintained for a long time, Matou Kariya knew very well that he would not be able to survive even a single night.

No one wanted to end the Holy Grail War quickly more than him, and no one wanted to obtain the Holy Grail more than him. At this moment, Matou Kariya, who was going out, had already planned everything.

Last night, after witnessing the battle between Caster and Archer from a distance using a detection bug, Caster, who had been suppressed the entire time, was not paying attention and recorded Archer's attack methods in detail. At that moment, Matou Kariya understood that the Berserker he summoned could definitely restrain the powerful Archer of Tōsaka Tokiomi.

As long as he could gain some time alone with Tōsaka Tokiomi, he would be able to control the "Winged Blade Bug" to devour Tōsaka Tokiomi in an instant, who was not yet prepared. Then, the culprit who brought disaster to Sakura and pain to himself would disappear from this world, killed in a very tragic way by the "magic" of the Matou family, which that guy "cherished"!

"Bugs, bugs! Don't, don't come over here!"

The sudden sound made Matou Kariya, who was dragging his heavy body towards the villa on the distant hill, stop. Looking back, he saw a little girl about the same age as Sakura driving away the reconnaissance bugs deployed near the Matou mansion. However, he soon realized that the winged blade bugs deployed by his "father" Matou Zouken had begun to wake up.

Matou Kariya didn't want to care about such things. At this moment, just breathing was painful and difficult for him. How could he possibly rescue a stranger?

Matou Kariya turned around and wanted to continue walking towards his goal, but he failed to take that step after all. The cries for help and the sound of insects flapping wings coming from behind made Matou Kariya's heart struggle even more. The little girl who looked 70% similar to Sakura made him imagine the scene of Sakura in the insect cave in his mind.

Despair, fear, and the indifference that followed, the images of Sakura kept appearing in his mind, driving Matou Kariya to turn around and walk towards the little girl who was surrounded by many insects and was about to fall into danger because of the appearance of the winged blade insect.

That's right, if he just left like that, what would be the difference between him and the magician like Tōsaka Tokitoki who caused all the tragedies and the beginning of all the disasters, and his own "father" Matou Zouken who used insect magic to transform the body of a young girl for his own selfish desires?

Pulling the hood that covered half of his face even lower, Matou Kariya used a tone that tried not to scare the other person, and while using insect magic to disperse the insects gathered around him, he placed his hand on the shoulder of the little girl who was waving her hands continuously with a look of fear on her face.

"It's all right now. The bugs have been driven away. Let's go home quickly..."

Perhaps because half of his body had lost most of its functions, even the gentle words he said with all his might became harsh at this moment.

Matou Kariya hated himself immensely for this, and attributed all the reasons for this to Tōsaka Tokitoki's inaction.

Even so, at this moment, Matou Kariya was extremely grateful, grateful that he did not become a monster like his "father", and the purple figure reflected in his eyes seemed like the future Sakura, who was saved in his hands.