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

There is no doubt that for those who have studied magic, even if only roughly and not professionally, the magic of building a house out of thin air is somewhat too incredible.

Although with enough materials and enough magic power to supply, it is indeed possible to complete the basic construction of the house with the help of alchemy, so in theory, even third-rate magicians like them should not feel so amazed and incredible about this.

But the fact is, Van Gogh was painting quietly, but before she knew it, a house with yellow as the main color appeared in front of her, on the open space in front of her drawing board.

There were no infrastructure materials, no magic power supply, and no magic circles essential for alchemy as a foundation. They just painted as if no one was around, and then, before they noticed, without even blinking, a two-story house that could accommodate five or six people appeared on the original open space.

This ability, which could almost be called magic, left Fujimiya Kyuju and Akasei Zoujo dumbfounded when they first saw this scene, but Duanmu Ye, who had been confident about this, smiled indifferently and wanted to take out a cigarette from his arms to celebrate the successful completion of his finishing work.

However, let alone cigarettes, even cigarette boxes were gone. The cigarettes that had been stockpiled were basically stored in the warehouse at home, and they were destroyed along with the Holy Grail bomb detonated by the Demon King Nobunaga...

Duanmu Ye pulled his hand from his chest and sighed helplessly, but still walked towards Van Gogh who was slowly standing up, and looked up quietly at the building that was almost exactly the same as the house he brought with him. Duanmu Ye couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The reason why it is "almost" is entirely because in Duanmu Ye's impression, the first house he rented, including the house he traveled through when he traveled through time, was completely snow-white. The white paint with almost no color added almost occupied the entire house. This is also the reason why Duanmu Ye was able to rent this house at an extremely cheap price.

Although the rent payment date has not yet arrived, the house that he brought with him when he traveled through time obviously no longer needs to pay rent. At this moment, the house is dominated by yellow, leaving a warmer yellow paint on the house that should have been mostly covered with white paint. How could Duanmu Ye not feel moved.

They’re back, they’re all back, this is Van Gogh’s treasure!

The Yellow House

It is a reflection of Van Gogh's painting talent. It is not surprising that a residence can be realized by Van Gogh in the form of a painting. On the contrary, rather than caring about why the things in the painting become real things, facing Van Gogh who gradually put away the drawing board, Duanmu Ye wants to ask, is this house just for show, with only a reassuring appearance, but no interior for living?

Of course, Duanmu Ye would not ask any questions if he wanted to frustrate Van Gogh like this. Duanmu Ye, who had stopped in front of the courtyard gate for a moment, finally pushed open the courtyard gate without saying a word and came to the front of the door.

Whether it's just a facade or something else, you need to open the door to see it, just like Schrödinger's cat. Just looking at this yellow house from the outside, it naturally feels like there is nothing unusual. As long as you don't open the door, you will naturally think that the inside must be extremely luxurious...

Van Gogh was a little nervous about this, because this was her first real attempt to present the content of the painting in reality. Before, she had only painted some predictive paintings at most, and she had never thought about creating something.

Fortunately, she did not disappoint Duanmu Ye, nor herself. After she drew the house in her memory on the drawing board, the same thing really appeared in reality. From the outside, it seemed exactly the same as in her memory, but the inside...

Van Gogh was extremely nervous, especially when Duanmu Ye raised her hand and slowly placed it on the handle. Van Gogh's heart almost jumped into her throat, making her feel unprecedented pressure. At this moment, she closed her eyes and kept repeating in her heart, "Don't let it be blank, don't let it be blank."

His tightly closed eyes closed even tighter when he heard the sound of the door opening, but the next moment, he only heard the sound of something being thrown to the ground in front of him, followed by Yang Yuhuan's scream from behind and Nüba's slightly teasing laughter.

"ah!"

"Oh?"

I saw a big bird with a hint of blood swooping down on Duanmu Ye who opened the door. Its two pairs of hands that looked like four-legged creatures held Duanmu Ye's head tightly, not caring at all whether the other party would lose his breath. Even under its bird-like head, its long tongue kept extending from its open jaws to lick the hair that was already stained with a lot of saliva.

"......"

Duanmu Ye, who had forcibly torn it off his face, looked at the creature in his hand, which was only the size of two palms. It was almost like a juvenile + all-age version of Baiyaki, looking at him like a pet. From its clear eyes, Duanmu Ye could not see any bloodthirsty violence.

Duanmu Ye stood up from the ground and looked inside the house. Both the shoes at the entrance and the statue of Baiyaki on the shoe cabinet on the right were intact. This also dispelled the idea that the guy in his hand was a special pet transformed by Baiyaki to guard against intruders.

But if everything in the house is the same as before, then what's going on with this guy?

Duanmu Ye, who had tidied himself up for a while, sat on the sofa. Compared to the people who were busy in the kitchen, Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh sat on the sofa, facing the almost Q-version Baiyaki, and fell into deep thought.

"Van Gogh, do you have any idea?"

Duanmu Ye was certain that, with the exception of the one who had been burned to death in the explosion, most of the Byakki he had summoned were still alive. It could be said that the Byakki that appeared before him at that moment was not summoned by him. However, besides Duanmu Ye, the only person who could summon Byakki was Van Gogh...

"Ah I......"

Van Gogh herself didn't know. She just painted the house in her memory. Although during the painting process, she always felt that something was missing. Or maybe it was because she kept thinking about the statue of Baiyage placed by Duanmu Ye at the entrance. In short, Van Gogh herself didn't know why such a little guy suddenly appeared...

"Anyway, let's raise it!"

Looking at the creature on the table supporting its body with four hands like a puppy, Van Gogh couldn't help but turn around and look in Duanmu Ye's direction, making a decision she had never made before.

"Look at how cute it is. It's so small, it won't eat much. After all, it's a Baiyaki. Who knows, it might be able to be of great help someday!"

Van Gogh's words made Duanmu Ye's eyes gradually narrow. He naturally knew that no matter who made this little gadget, its appearance must indicate something, and it would definitely not be born because of some insignificant thing.

Maybe what Van Gogh said was right. I should keep it by my side. After all, how much can such a small creature consume?

However, Duanmu Ye did not agree immediately. After thinking for a moment, she turned her head to look at Van Gogh beside her and looked into her eyes.

"So, do you know what it eats?"

Such a question not only puzzled Van Gogh, but also Duanmu Ye.

In his impression, Byaki's targets of attack were basically humans, and all its actions after that, including eating, were based on the biological instinct to gnaw on the targets it had killed.

If we raise this creature in the normal way of raising Baiyaki, wouldn't it be the same as raising Zouken Matou, where we need to kill an innocent person every once in a while and use his flesh and blood to feed such a creature?

Duanmu Ye would naturally not allow such a thing to happen, especially after returning to peacetime, and hurting some innocent passers-by. Duanmu Ye would never do that.

Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh, still harboring doubts about Baiyage, sat down at the dining table with him. Faced with a series of "spicy"-themed breakfasts cooked by Nüba herself, almost everyone present could only focus on the bento provided by Fujimiya Jiujiu. Just a glance at the long string of red hell scenes in the middle of the long table was enough to make their eyeballs swell a little, as if they would explode if they looked at it any longer.

"Eat it! Why aren't you eating? Look at this chicken stewed with mushrooms. It's neither salty nor bland. It's so delicious!"

Even Duanmu Ye shuddered at Nüba's hellish words. As someone from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, one or two dishes would have been fine, but with a table full of over a dozen chili-related dishes, perhaps only a tough character like Yang Yuhuan could rave about it...

He placed his chopsticks in the lunch box in front of him with a light sigh, but the moment he lowered his head, a sudden movement like a whirlwind caught Duanmu Ye's attention. He saw that the center of the table, which had been extremely hot, was gradually cooling down. Even the red spots on the plates that looked inedible to humans were now only a disc with a little soup left on it.

As my gaze slowly shifted, I saw the culprit who had devoured all those hellish dishes burp heavily and lay quietly at the end of the long table. His body hadn't changed at all, making it hard to imagine that he was the culprit who had just devoured nearly ten dishes in one sitting, a dozen that would have been difficult for ten people to finish. Baiyaki lay quietly on the table, motionless like a stuffed chick...

Duanmu Ye, with his eyes twitching, put the food on his chopsticks into his mouth. He murmured softly, but Van Gogh beside him and Yang Yuhuan, who was holding out her chopsticks and about to taste other dishes, heard it clearly.

"This is really an incredible appetite..."

With this previous experience as a lesson, research on Byager and how to return to the future is still in full swing. After some training, Byager is now able to take in food at regular intervals and in fixed quantities like a normal pet. Fujimiya Jiujiu's magic also hit a bottleneck after he actually created an hourglass that does not leak sand.

The people gathered around the table looked at the hourglass in front of them with great solemnity. Although the sand would not leak out no matter how it was turned upside down, it was hard to imagine that such a simple magic prop could accomplish the crossing of time.

"Yes, that's it. I turned it upside down and somehow ended up here!"

Chicheng Zouzhang responded in the affirmative, and Duanmu Ye also admitted with great approval that this was also the hourglass-like magic prop he had seen in the comics, but how to activate it became a problem that could not be ignored at the moment.

"Shouldn't the sand appear to be flowing back?"

"That's impossible... because once you put sand in, it won't flow back, it will just fall."

"Then why not turn it upside down?"

"We've already used various scientific and metaphysical buffs to reverse the cycle at different times, but it hasn't moved at all. So it's impossible."

The countless discussions made Duanmu Ye a little upset. He couldn't help but light a cigarette. While everyone was arguing, he walked to the entrance alone and put his hand on the door handle.

"When I opened the door, you broke the hourglass."

The words that sounded like an order suddenly quieted the noisy living room, and the door was opened at this moment. The direct sunlight turned the outside world into white, and the sound of some kind of glass breaking was heard behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the white light engulfed everything in the room. For some reason, Akasei Zoujo unconsciously held Fujimiya Kyuuji's hand at this moment, allowing the white light to engulf both of them.

After a dazzling flash of light, the light outside the door gradually dimmed. There was no trace of any furniture in the empty room. Only the scattered sand and broken glass under the feet confirmed what had just happened.

Nüba, who was standing alone in the room, showed an expression of "as expected" and walked towards the shaking door with a helpless sigh.

"Since we're here, why not open a Sichuan restaurant here..."

Pipa, Flame, and Sun: Epilogue: Dislocated time and space, target 2014 · Xueyuan City!

"...Am I...back?"

In the silent room, the only thing that could be seen was the hourglass on the table not far away, which had been knocked over by him and almost fell to the ground.

What was different from before was that the hourglass that completely let out the sand submerged the magic crystals that had been stored there before. It seemed to have lost all its magic power and became an ordinary prop, just lying there quietly.

Looking around, Akamai Zoujo could hardly hide the joy in his eyes, but when he turned around and wanted to tell his father who had come with him what he had experienced, Fujimiya Kyuujiu's slightly angry face soon appeared in his sight, and met his gaze which was gradually turning into shock and confusion.

"Ninety-nine?! No, Grandma! How, how did you get here?!"

Fujimiya Jiujiu was a little angry at the sight of Akasei Zoujou, who was almost shocked to the point of his legs giving out and falling to the ground. However, his feeling of being disappointed in his friend made his slight anger turn into helplessness at this moment.

She held her forehead, shook her head, and sighed deeply, her words echoing throughout the room.

"Shouldn't you be asking yourself about this? You grabbed my hand and couldn't shake it off, and when you came to your senses you were here. Shouldn't you be explaining this to me?"

Such an answer made Akasei Zouzhang's eyes widen. Although he was just a high school student, he was not a fool. Naturally, he could understand what would happen when people from the past were brought to the future through various novels and comics, and even learning materials and documents.

The Fujimiya family, which was supposed to have been built by his grandmother, Fujimiya Kyujuku, after the Holy Grail War in 1949, would no longer exist due to his own negligence or even willfulness.

He did have many things he wanted to ask Fujimiya Jiujiu, and he did have many questions he wanted to ask Fujimiya Jiujiu, but that didn't mean he didn't know that such a thing would create an absolutely irreversible time and space paradox, and even that his mother would never meet his father again...

No, if Fujimiya Jiujiu and I came to 2020, then there would be no mother, and I would not have met my father and given birth to him...

After sorting out the whole cause and effect in his mind, Chi Chengzouzhang returned to the table where the only hourglass was placed in great fear. He kept fiddling with it and muttered to Jiujiu behind him about what he was worried about.

Unable to understand what Akasei Zoujiu was mumbling, Fujimiya Kyuju did not try to understand his words. Instead, he told his "grandson" seventy-five years later an absolutely cruel truth in a very calm manner.

"That hourglass is no longer a magic gift. The magic core inside has already shown signs of being activated. No matter how much you fiddle with it, it won't react at all."

Upon hearing this answer, Chicheng Zouzhang was immediately panicked. He turned around to face Jiujiu again with an extremely panicked expression.

"If I hadn't sent you back, Grandma, the butterfly effect caused by the time-space paradox would have meant my mother wouldn't have been born, and I wouldn't have been born! This is a matter of life and death. Although I'm happy to see you again, but..."

Chicheng Zouzhang didn't finish his words. When he had finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Grandma, if you can make one, you can definitely make a second one, right?!"

At this moment, all hopes were placed on Fujimiya Kyuju. A flame of hope flickered in Akasei Zoujo's eyes, but it was ruthlessly extinguished by Fujimiya Kyuju.

"That hourglass is merely the container and embodiment of the magic gift. The crystal that actually caused the time to turn back is most likely created by the Fujimiya family's magic."

Fujimiya Jiujiu paused. Even though she came to a completely unfamiliar environment and was in a completely unfamiliar era, her face always showed a calmness and composure that was unusual for her age, forming a stark contrast to the panicked Akashichou Zoujo.

"Besides, if that kind of thing really exists, why are you still standing here?"

Fujimiya Kyuju's words were like a reassurance, which eased Akasei Zoujo's expression a little.

That's right, if time paradox and butterfly effect exist, when he and Fujimiya Kujuku return to the present year 2020, he will definitely be erased from the root because of Fujimiya Kujuku's disappearance in 1945.

And now I am standing here intact, with no signs of my toes or fingers disappearing...

But Akasei Zoujo still started searching out of concern, and Fujimiya Kyuju also searched along with Akasei Zoujo, calling out something while walking around the mansion, searching for something by feeling.

She felt somewhat familiar in this mansion, as if she had been there a long time ago. She could feel a sense of familiarity when she walked through every room.

This feeling of trance did not dissipate until it rested on a photo frame.

It was a photo of three people. She was very familiar with the little girl in the photo, and she was also very familiar with the location of the photo frame.

"The future Fujimiya family...it's expanded to this size..."

At this moment, Fujimiya Kyuju, who did not have much sense of traveling to the future, had slightly red eyes. He suddenly stopped wiping the photo frame and raised his head solemnly to look behind him. At this moment, the figure of Akasei Zoujo appeared in his sight.

"Chicheng, are you sure this is the future you're in?"

Being asked this question, Akashichou Zoujo also walked into the room, while Fujimiya Kyuju was holding the slightly yellowed paper, which was not stained with any trace of dust.

"If this is truly the future Fujimiya residence, why is there not even a trace of magic left?!"

"That's... that's because my mother is an only child... I do have a younger sister, but it seems she moved away a long time ago..."

Even though Akashichou Zoujou gave an explanation immediately, Fujimiya Kyujuu, who did not believe it, pushed away Akashichou Zoujou who was blocking the way and ran out of the mansion.

Fujimiya Kyuju's heart was beating violently. This was not due to the fluctuation caused by not adapting to the times, but a kind of palpitation, a palpitation of fear and worry.

She always felt that something big was about to happen, but she had no idea what exactly would happen in such an empty "Fujimiya Mansion". If the reason for her palpitations was not here, then it must be outside!

Rushing out of the mansion and coming to the courtyard outside, Fujimiya Jiujiu looked back at the huge mansion behind her and suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar. In her impression, the Fujimiya family was just a not very big flat courtyard, and she had never thought of a Western-style house like this.

When she pushed open the heavy iron gate and rushed into the busy street, the severe tinnitus and trance made her fall heavily backwards when she bumped into a white-haired man in priest's clothes, but she was caught by the arm in advance by a hand reaching out in front of her, so she did not actually fall to the ground.

"Oh, it's a lady I've never seen before. If you get too excited and don't look where you're going, you'll get hurt, my beautiful lady."

There was a slightly magnetic voice and a hint of smile. Although it was completely hidden in the shadows under the reflection of the sun and the specific appearance could not be seen, the white hair and brown skin were like some kind of brand, engraved in Fujimiya Kyujuku's eyes.

"Hey, hey, if you stay like this any longer you're going to miss your flight!"

The calling voice from afar attracted Fujimiya Jiujiu's attention. For some reason, although he was not under the sun, the figure waving in the distance was still blurry. He could only vaguely see the long white hair, which seemed to be the same as the white long hair of the Einzbern family's androids, fluttering in the wind.

"Haha, it seems we don't have time for small talk, miss. Please excuse me."

While helping Fujimiya Kyuju up, the white-haired priest walked towards the road in the distance, which seemed to lead to the airport. Akasei Zoujo, who arrived shortly after, exclaimed in surprise after seeing the scene outside.

"Why is this a city street?! I'm supposed to be in the countryside!"

Akashichou Zoujo's words reminded the somewhat dazed Fujimiya Jiujiu, just like an epiphany that suddenly made her wake up from being immersed in the pictures that she couldn't remember for some reason, and she suddenly looked at the figure that was walking away to the side.

"Well, um, I'd like to ask, what time is it today?"

These words seem a bit incomprehensible, but in fact they are indeed extremely incomprehensible to normal people.

No normal person would suddenly ask about the date like this. Even someone who is indifferent to dates would not ask a stranger like this.

Fujimiya Jiujiu also realized the mistake in her language, but just as she was about to correct it, she stopped and turned back slightly, and the priest, who was covered by the shadow, smiled at her.

"Today is November 2014, 11. I am about to go to Snowfield City, USA with my sister for baptism. I won't delay you, young lady."

"2014 years..."