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

Various bottles and cans of wine were scattered around, each containing a double portion. The girl's face also had a look of confusion, as if she was drunk.

"I'm sorry... I let your little girl see my bad side..."

A slight apology appeared on the face of the inky octopus that was tightly held in Duanmu Ye's hand, but soon it seemed to suddenly realize something, turned its head and looked at Duanmu Ye beside it.

"You, you, you! Can you hear my voice?!"

Hokusai Katsushika's voice was extremely loud. Even though he had become an octopus like a plaything in his palm, for him it was only his body that had undergone some changes. He was still himself.

However, even in his mind, it didn't matter what shape his body became, and he could even dive into the women's swimming pool to admire the beauties because he had become an octopus. But at the same time, his words became a sound that could never be known by others. Only his daughter, Katsushika Omi, who had a telepathic connection with him, could understand what he was saying...

In response, Duanmu Ye did not answer its question, but walked into the deep darkness amid the thunder.

Such a coincidence happened at this time. Duanmu Ye would never believe that his meeting with Katsushika Yingwei was such a "coincidence". He would never believe that no one was interfering.

A ball of crimson flame suddenly lit up the darkness, replacing the broken street lamps and illuminating the road wherever Duanmu Ye passed, so that it was no longer completely engulfed in darkness.

This abnormal darkness was like being stained with indelible ink, unable to illuminate more areas under the illumination of the flames, but the scene with a radius of three meters still allowed Duanmu Ye to walk to the street lamp where Katsushika Yingwei was with peace of mind, and squatted quietly under her.

"How...were you summoned?"

Duanmu Ye was a little curious. Judging from the conversation just now, the appearance of Katsushika Hokusai and Katsushika Oei was not because of him. At this moment, the magic power consumption of Katsushika Oei has reached the minimum consumption for a Servant to maintain the present world. If it continues like this, he may only be able to find a way to sacrifice more humans in order to continue to survive.

After all...neither Katsushika Oei nor Katsushika Hokusai possesses the ability to appear alone. Without a Master to contract with, her existence seems particularly abrupt on this land.

Even from a simple observation right now, Katsushika Owae's condition doesn't look like he was summoned just this morning. If he was really summoned here because of him, the time wouldn't match...

"Daddy... I saw so many beauties... and so much fine wine... Daji's wine pool and meat forest are no more than this..."

Katsushika Yingwei's mumbling was accompanied by intermittent giggles. This was not the speech he would make when he was sober. The strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face the moment he stepped into the darkness, making Duanmu Ye look a little helpless.

"When was he summoned... maybe three days ago?"

Hokusai Katsushika's words made Duanmu Ye fall into silence. Three days. If it was really the Holy Grail War, it should have started three days ago.

According to the most basic Holy Grail War rule of one knight killed per day, at least two knights have died by now, but why did nothing happen when he was patrolling during the day?

Thinking of this, Duanmu Ye no longer hesitated. He let go of Hokusai's hand and put his hand on Katsushika Yingwei's body. The limp body compared to Van Gogh's stiffness made Duanmu Ye feel a little numb in his heart, but he still suppressed the feeling and carried the drunk Katsushika Yingwei on his shoulders.

But when it touched the paintbrush placed beside her, the limp body suddenly resisted, turning like a gun, and attacked Duanmu Ye's face in an instant.

Duanmu Ye turned his head slightly to avoid the attack and did not make any counterattack. After the attack failed, Katsushika Yingwei completely let go of his bent body and released the paintbrush he was holding tightly.

Seeing this, Duanmu Ye looked at Katsushika Hokusai himself who was floating on the side... After a long silence, this octopus chose to accept this fact.

"If it's just temporary shelter... I think I can be of some help..."

The raindrops fell mercilessly, but they never touched Duanmu Ye's body from the beginning. As soon as they got close, they were evaporated by the temperature that was radiating all the time.

Of course, Duanmu Ye also deliberately made Katsushika Yingwei's position special. Even though there was no power manifested in that part, the rain did not fall on him because of Katsushika Yingwei's presence.

Hokusai, who had seen all of this, wanted to say something, but the other party had already said that he could take him and his daughter in... After all, they had been soaked in the rain for quite a while, so a short visit wouldn't be a big deal...

The endless streets seemed to have no end. Duanmuye had no idea how many times he had walked the same T-shaped intersection. The beer cans scattered on the ground or rolling out of the darkness did not make Duanmuye care at all. This scene, which seemed like some kind of regular weird story, was as natural to Duanmuye as a child wetting the bed.

He can even meet a foreigner here, so is there anything wrong with encountering something strange?

"Speaking of which, in the past few days, everyone who came to this street suddenly died at the end of it without exception... This old man and I were both surprised by this, but it was also because of this that we had enough time to wait for your arrival..."

At this point, Hokusai Katsushika was a little tearful, but Duanmu Ye was a little curious. If they had been staying here all the time, where did those various wine bottles come from?

"Well... because the first person who broke into this street was driving a delivery truck, and the goods on that truck..."

Hokusai's voice came to an abrupt end, leaving no doubt as to what he was going to say next, even if he had no intention of continuing.

Duanmu Ye fell silent. At first he thought that Katsushika should go to the convenience store to buy it for them, but if they never left this alley... then what was the point of them being summoned?

He was not here three days ago. If the theory of time travel exists, then in November 2004, there would have been a 11-year gap between 1994 and this time. In other words, he had never existed in this time and space from the beginning. This is a special time and space that is completely parallel to the time and space where Yang Yuhuan is.

But no matter what happened, we can only find out after taking them back and waiting for Katsushika Owai to sober up.

Duanmu Ye was thinking about other things in his mind. He was not afraid of the ghost wall at the moment. After repeating this for nearly dozens of times, he finally walked out of the repetitive streets and came to the residential streets where few people walked because of the heavy rain.

The occasional sight of a car passing by made Duanmu Ye's expression relax a little, but the connection with Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan still guided him to the place where the yellow house was.

Although he still had some doubts in his mind, under such guidance, Duanmu Ye walked in the direction he came from and stopped in front of the door of the yellow house.

"...Strange, is it my illusion?"

The cold doorknob didn't give off a single ray of warmth, and the quiet interior didn't seem like the reality of two Foreigner Servants getting along...

But Duanmu Ye still pushed open the door. In the living room, Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan, who were evaluating coffee, tea and desserts, cast some puzzled glances at the door after it was opened.

Then, Van Gogh spoke with some doubt.

"Eh? Duanmu, why are you back?"

Yang Yuhuan, who was equally puzzled, also cast a somewhat dazed look at him, and Duanmu Ye gradually frowned under such a look.

"Is it strange that I'm back?"

"No, it's not strange... But, didn't you just go out? You said you were finally back and wanted to buy yourself a pack of cigarettes?"

Van Gogh's words were accompanied by the deafening thunder behind him, which illuminated the dim room. At the same time, it also made Duanmu Ye open his eyes wide as if waking up from a dream, somewhat unable to understand what Van Gogh meant.

But soon, his eyes fell on the courtyard connected to the living room, where there were sunflowers with their heads drooping due to lack of sunlight, and little Baiyaki was sleeping soundly on the table beside Van Gogh. Everything seemed to be no different from his memory before his return. But precisely because of this, under the influence of the thunder, the interior of the entire yellow house had an extremely strong sense of separation from Duanmu Ye's memory.

He couldn't help but look in the direction of Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan with some confusion, and spoke with some doubt.

"Didn't you go out with me? We even went together to inspect the previously destroyed commercial street and port?"

Duanmu Ye's words made Van Gogh blink. He slowly raised the coffee in his hand as if to calm himself down, took a sip with some confusion and puzzlement, and then shook his head.

"We have been here the whole time. We have been staying in the house since we came back this afternoon. Because you said you were not sure whether it was safe outside, you asked me and Lady Yang Yuhuan to stay here?"

Duanmu Ye shook his head slightly and staggered. Even though the infinite streets just now did not shake him at all, he was a little shaken by the scene in front of him.

"Beauty...Beauty...Hehe..."

The voice coming from beside him pulled Duanmu Ye out of his trance. Katsushika Yingwei's presence was like a needle anchoring the chaotic situation, making Duanmu Ye feel a little relieved.

While keeping silent, they slowly walked into the house. When they saw that what Duanmu Ye was carrying on his shoulders was not a sack but a living person, Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh also took the initiative to come forward. When Duanmu Ye placed it safely on the sofa, they also obediently brought hot water and towels and came to Katsushika Yingwei.

Duanmu Ye silently watched Van Gogh wiping Katsushika Yingwei's face, and Yang Yuhuan slowly backing away with a basin of hot water, until they reached the table. He inadvertently grabbed the little Baiyaki who was sleeping soundly on the table with his hand, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

This was a false dream. Although he couldn't tell which side was real, the reversal of Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh's identities and behaviors confirmed to him that this was a deliberate illusion, a dream that was difficult to disobey, and even subtly altered his cognition and mind...

However, as the saying goes, there is an antidote to every trouble within seven steps. Duanmu Ye did not think that Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan in this dream had any connection with reality. After all, in the novels he had read, there were also characters who believed that they had traveled to another world when they were mentally disturbed, but in fact their bodies were also undergoing synchronous settings in reality.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye was unsure whether harming them in reality would be the result of his actions in this dream. However, if he wanted to break this dream, he didn't need to do anything out of the ordinary to them. At this moment, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but think that perhaps little Baiyaki was born just for this moment...

"Go, Byaki, use... Anyway, grab it!"

Duanmu Ye mercilessly threw the little Baiyaki who had been awakened by the pinch, and his voice was loud enough to drown out the thunder that resounded through the sky and earth around him.

At this moment, the inky octopus that had disappeared at some point widened its eyes in surprise at the end of the parabola thrown by Baiyaki. But before it could react, Baiyaki's extremely aggressive arms and beak touched the octopus's head in the first moment, which had no time to dodge.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, daughter. I can't hold on any longer, daughter!"

The space began to break apart from the octopus's head, like a broken mirror. Countless cracks gradually spread from the little Byaki's beak to the surroundings, and as the spreading range expanded, the speed also increased.

Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan, who noticed something strange, immediately put down what they were doing and wanted to rush to Duanmu Ye, but they were separated by countless cracks. In Duanmu Ye's sight, they were split into several pieces because of the existence of the cracks.

"Duanmu, Duanmu! What happened?!"

Duanmu Ye watched all this quietly. As the cracks gradually appeared, he also had a feeling of embracing reality.

However, he did not completely escape from the dream. Even though Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan were acting extremely realistically at this moment, and Duanmu Ye could see many kinds of real emotions in their eyes, he still did not take any action.

Until the cracks spreading in all directions connected with the passage of time, the surrounding space shattered and made a deafening sound.

"Ah~ There's really no other way. Without the support of magic, even dream creation is impossible. Daddy, you'd better just immerse yourself in beauties and wine, and let me handle it..."

The sound came from a distance. I looked up again and it was still the familiar intersection of the T-shaped street that I had walked through dozens of times.

It was still the familiar darkness, but not as deep as before. A young girl with a smirk on her face was walking in the normal dark street. There was a hint of laziness and surprise on her face, but more of it was the smile she showed after the octopus floating beside her showed a look of frustration and defeat.

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Katsushika Hokusai. You can also call me Katsushika Oei. I don't really care. After all, whether it's Katsushika Oei or Katsushika Hokusai, I'm still myself. It seems like my job title has two personalities."

Katsushika Yingwei's expression is still that lazy smile, which is completely different from her previous extremely OOC performance. It seems that she is the real picture at this moment, and what was seen before is the stereotype she created.

After a pause, Katsushika Yingwei spoke again with a hint of apology.

"I'm sorry, I've wasted your time on my father's masterpiece. I wanted to use my drawings to create a story about you and me, but my father said, 'My daughter, your magic isn't enough to move. Leave the intelligence gathering to me.'"

Immediately afterwards, Katsushika Yingwei walked forward, and with an almost extremely pleading look, he hooked Duanmu Ye's arm before Duanmu Ye could respond, and the soft touch reached his heart through his clothes.

"So, little brother, have you ever considered becoming my Master, such a petite and cute girl, and taking me home to play with me as you please?"

"As long as you provide me with magic power and funds for painting, whether you force me to paint some authentic Hokusai paintings or do something even more extreme to me, I will gladly accept it~"

ps: The book written by a friend in the same group, although not a complete knight fan fiction, contains indispensable knight elements and is more worthy of review than mine.

Knight Fist for This Wonderful World

Octopus, Goat, and Orgy: Chapter 3: The Fog of Desire, the Lamb Watching

"As long as you provide me with magic power and funds for painting, whatever you do to me will be deliberate~"

As if thinking that Duanmu Ye didn't hear clearly what he just said, Katsushika Yingwei repeated his words again, and moved closer to Duanmu Ye's arms, swallowing Duanmu Ye's arms with his already upright chest.

"..."

Duanmu Ye was silent. At this moment, he knew that this was reality, absolute reality, completely different from the dreams and illusions he had encountered before.

After a long silence, Duanmu Ye ignored the feeling on his arm, which was completely different from that of Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan, and responded very seriously.

"I will not agree that a character who has lied to me can stay by my side with a clear conscience..."

As he spoke, Duanmu Ye raised his other hand and let go of Katsushika Yingwei's hands that were holding him. He was then freed from her weak and boneless, octopus-like restraints and took more than three steps.

"Because I won't be trapped in that dream forever by using this kind of illusion on me again."

Duanmu Ye's tone was extremely heavy. He did not like this feeling. He had good intentions, but he fell into their trap from the very beginning. The moment he met them, he had already entered a state where if he did not identify himself carefully, he might really miss the opportunity to distinguish dreams and be trapped in that dream forever.

Of course, perhaps, as Hokusai Katsushika said before, it was entirely because he was in the state of an independent Servant at the moment and did not have enough magic power supply, so there were some inconsistencies in the dream that should have continued. With Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh's personalities reversed, Duanmu Ye, who already knew them very well, seized the opportunity.

As for which words the octopus Katsushika Hokusai said in that dream were true and which were false, Duanmu Ye had no interest at all when he saw Katsushika Yingwei at this moment.

He can accept any degree of appearance, whether it is Van Gogh's rescue appearance or Yang Yuhuan's aggressive appearance, Duanmu Ye can accept their existence in the process of gradually understanding the situation.

However, this does not mean that Duanmu Ye would not accept Katsushika Yingwei's kindness as if nothing had happened when he had already accepted that he had once again encountered a Foreigner Servant and decided to lend a helping hand, but now he encountered such an experience.

Therefore, seeing that Katsushika Yingwei's smile did not disappear and even showed an expression that said "Go on, you will accept me in the end anyway", Duanmu Ye frowned and turned around to speak.

"I'm not qualified to be the one who provides you with magic power. Please find someone else!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck, cutting through the sky in front of Duanmu Ye and landing on the street not far away.

A crow emitting white smoke quietly fell at the place where the lightning struck, as if it was a warning to Duanmu Ye, causing him to pause in his steps to leave, and then turned to look at Katsushika Osamu and the floating Katsushika Hokusai behind him.

"Why, are you still planning to force the sale?"

To be honest, this was the first time Duanmu Ye felt angry about what happened to him. His cognition had been subtly influenced, and he had become very accepting of Foreigner Servants, but this approach did make him a little annoyed. He even wanted to make up his mind not to accept Katsushika Yingwei's request and let them do whatever they wanted in the upcoming Holy Grail War. Even if they slaughtered the entire population of Fuyuki City and used their meager magic power to provide supplies for his own world, as long as it did not affect him, Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh, he would not ask about the affairs of this land anymore.

However, Katsushika Yingwei's expression was one of bewilderment. Even Katsushika Hokusai, the octopus-head, shook his head in unison when questioned, and knew nothing about the matter.

Duanmu Ye stopped talking and frowned slightly. He turned his head with furrowed brows and walked silently towards the direction of leaving the alley.

"Alas, Daddy is useless. If we could trap him in that dream, he might become your puppet..."

Hokusai's voice began with a sigh. To outsiders, there was no sound at all, but there was a whisper of a special frequency, and this whisper became a complete sentence in Katsushika Yingwei's ears.

Katsushika Yingwei waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, there's no need to rush out. After all, there's a ruthless Paladin out there."

Katsushika paused, the rumbling sound from her stomach echoing in the T-shaped street. She squatted in the corner with an embarrassed look on her face, and spoke with tears in her eyes.

"Even though I found someone who could help me get out of this street (dream), being rejected is still so heartbreaking! Being able to get out of this street (dream) alive means that there will be no free magic this time. I'm so hungry! If only someone would give me a bowl of steaming hot udon noodles for no reason!

Seriously, I really want to eat takoyaki—"

Seeing Katsushika Yingwei like this, Hokusai floated towards her helplessly, and gently stroked her head with his soft octopus feet. Her soft hair became a little messy, but soon returned to normal.

During the silence, Katsushika Yingwei could hear some steady breathing sounds, and the previous struggles were no longer heard, and it was obvious that he had fallen asleep.

Seeing this, Hokusai Katsushika transformed into an octopus and slowly floated towards the corner of the T-shaped street. Faced with streets leading to two different directions, Hokusai Katsushika, after some hesitation, chose to float in the direction where Duanmu Ye left and followed closely ahead.

It's not because of the lack of magic that such a dream cannot be maintained. The infinite streets do exist, but they have no effect on some people with strong mental strength. The reason they choose to be here is because they can provide those insignificant magic powers as spiritual food to their daughters when they have a complete mental breakdown.

Even though he rejected the temptation of the evil god during his lifetime and escaped the disaster of being unilaterally exploited with great difficulty by giving his nickname to his daughter "Yingwei", and dispersed the power of the false god, he still became the subject of the curse and became an observer and false god who was infinitely close to the void. His daughter Yingwei was also affected by his nickname and had two completely opposite personalities.

It is precisely because of this that the existence that is almost connected with Katsushika Yingwei has a different source of magic power. Even at this moment when there is no one to supply magic power to, the outer god magic power that he secretly supplied in order to maintain Yingwei's present world has caused Yingwei's spirit to change to some extent under the torture of the past few days, which makes him heartbroken.

"Don't worry, my daughter. Leave all your magic power and painting funds to Daddy. This time, Daddy will definitely not take the initiative to let you fall into a disaster that you should not have to endure!"