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

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 36: Eternal Life! Haha, I have achieved eternal life!

It was a pale mask. Even though he knew the other person was Caster, the first person he thought of when he saw the pale mask was Assassin.

However, it is impossible for Caster to appear in Assassin. Even the first generation, who is worshipped as a god by the Assassin cult and whose real existence is still unknown, cannot be compatible with Caster.

As a slender and skinny arm stretched out from the tattered yellow cloak, slowly placed it on the pale mask, and slowly took it off, Matou Zouken couldn't help swallowing.

Nervous, this moment was far more tense than the scene of facing the true face of a Servant that he had imagined. A large part of the reason was that the Caster in front of him had a status that was no less than that of the Archer summoned by Tōsaka Tokiomi.

He was almost the top-tier Servant that could be summoned in the Holy Grail War. Now that he was about to cooperate with him and establish a connection, what reason did he, Matou Zouken, have to suppress the tension that he could not suppress at all?

However, when he looked up again after lowering his gaze in his thoughts, he saw that the mask was removed, revealing the darkness hidden behind the mask and under the cloak.

dark?

How could it be dark?!

It was a void, a void into which not even a ray of light could penetrate. The darkness, as if there had never been any entity, held up the tattered yellow robe. There seemed to be something incomprehensible in the darkness, yet it was as if there was nothing at all, causing Matou Zouken to stumble back a few steps.

"Don't be anxious, look slowly, look carefully..."

Such words seemed to possess some kind of magic, which instantly wiped out the rationality that had been constantly warning him. He raised his head as if being controlled and once again looked at the darkness under the cloak.

The thoughts in his consciousness were extremely clear, and the touch of his body was extremely clear, but at this moment, Zouken Matou was unable to control his body. It was like the feeling of being planted with sunflowers at the beginning. His consciousness and his touch belonged to him, but the control of his body did not belong to him.

Suddenly thinking of something, Matou Zouken's eyes were filled with disbelief. Those words that seemed to be a trust and permission to him were actually an invitation to hell. Those words that allowed him to look directly at his true face were not a contract based on mutual trust?

That’s right, this time, with the glance he cast while speaking, Matou Zouken saw clearly the thing in the darkness, and saw clearly the existence in nothingness.

It was a black mist, exactly the same as the one he had seen when spying on Caster's movements not long ago. But the next moment, the black mist changed its appearance in the blink of an eye, and the tattered yellow robe also changed.

It was a creature that still had no face, and its body seemed to have colors that were very similar to those of ancient Egypt. The winged sphinx raised its hand, and the next moment Matou Zouken returned to his original direct gaze.

His body changed. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the hand holding the crutch had turned into an octopus tentacle oozing pus, and the man in yellow in front of him had turned into a bloated humanoid monster holding a fan and dancing tentacles.

As the feeling of being pierced by dancing tentacles spread throughout his body, Zouken Matou shuddered and opened his eyes again, returning to the beginning again. At this time, countless bats whizzed past, and on both sides of their faces, there were countless densely packed star-shaped eyes flashing and moving on its two faces. The black electric current and flames brought by the whizzing past continuously knocked down the insects on Zouken Matou's body and burned them. The screams of the insects continued at this moment.

The sense of death was stronger, the feeling of death was clearer, and it happened again and again. Countless completely unknown creatures were causing indelible damage to his body and his will.

"I...you...don't...don't..."

After releasing the control over Zouken Matou, he immediately threw away the crutch in his hand and covered his distorted cheeks with both hands. His fingers, which were already skinny and bony, kept biting the skin on his face as he spoke incoherently.

There was no blood flowing, but instead there was a little pus. At this moment, in the eyes of Matou Zouken, his body had suffered countless deaths, and each death would be transmitted back to the original picture, but the experience, consciousness and feelings were completely retained.

What he could not accept the most was that his body turned into the remains of various monsters under the extremely clear death again and again. The insects on his body were being replaced, the concepts in his body were being replaced, death was getting closer and closer to him, and the magic of immortality he relied on was moving away from him.

After all his skin was peeled off, and no insect swarm came to repair him, the only thing that came after the fear was a crazy laugh.

"Hehe, you want to turn me into a monster? I'm no longer human!"

A crazy laughter accompanied the staggering body of Matou Zouken. He walked towards the gate, the gate that could lead to leaving the Matou mansion, but Duanmu Ye did not make any attempt to stop him.

Even he noticed some abnormalities in the negative state brought about by revealing the true face of the Faceless Walker, but Duanmu Ye, who was firm in his own individuality and existence, only noticed some abnormal fluctuations. Apart from that, he quietly observed the scenes of Matou Zouken dying again and again after looking directly at the incarnation of Nyar Latotep, and being sent back again and again.

He kept humming and laughing while dragging Zouken Matou, who had been tortured beyond recognition by him. The look in his eyes was completely different from the reality, but he walked towards the door as if he was unaware of it, and kept laughing.

"Eternal life, haha, I, an old man, have obtained eternal life!"

He gained eternal life at this moment. Those repeated deaths could not kill him. He had gained eternal life. He would never die again, and no one would be able to kill him, Matou Zouken!

Leave here, leave here right under Caster's nose, and tell him that no matter how much magic he uses on himself, it will be useless in the face of the immortal him!

"No one can kill me, no one can kill me! The wish I've been pursuing for five hundred years has finally come true. As long as I leave this place, I will be the only magician in modern times to possess immortality!"

Pushing the door open amidst incomprehensible shouting, feeling the sunlight that was completely different from the previous darkness, Matou Zouken had never felt so "alive" before.

Sun, it has been so long since he basked in the sun like this...

The scorching light made Zouken Matou cover his eyes with his hands. The joy of regaining his life made him look directly at the "sunlight". He threw away the crutches in his hands and ran towards the "sun".

The moment the door to the Matou residence was thrown open, flames engulfed the entire residence, becoming an indelible sight in the dawn of Fuyuki City...

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 37: The first day, the sun rises as usual

The flames grew higher and higher under the influence of the wind, like the sun rising early, and continued to burn on the hill close to the residential area, completely engulfing the entire mansion.

Kenneth, who hadn't slept all night analyzing Caster's true identity, pressed his temples with a slight headache. On the table in front of him were portraits of various legendary heroes, but the final answer was still a question mark.

"Lancer, how's the investigation going?"

Kenneth murmured, and the moment he finished speaking, there was another person in the hotel room where he was the only one.

"I'm sorry, my Lord. When I arrived, the Matou residence was already engulfed in flames that could not be easily extinguished. Even entering in spirit form was extremely difficult."

Diarmait lowered his head, and there was also an indescribable solemnity on his face.

"Is that so? A flame with the power of the Sun God cannot be easily extinguished. That Caster is truly swift..."

Although this place was just a tiny countryside, and the Matou family was an unknown family of magicians, their feat of summoning Servants to fight was still worthy of Kayneth's praise. However, such a family was engulfed in flames before dawn.

There is no doubt that this was the work of the elusive Caster. Assassin had already left the scene, and according to common sense, there was no need to worry about the Master himself being assassinated. However, that Caster had obviously abolished Assassin's work and became the sword of Damocles hanging over the head of every Master in this Holy Grail War.

"As far as we know, the Matou family sent a member to participate in the Holy Grail War. Lancer, in your opinion, what is the probability that the Matou family member will survive Caster's hands?"

Heroic Spirits understand Heroic Spirits better, just like magicians understand magicians better. Kayneth cannot guess Caster's actions by himself, but he can guess what the Master behind him is going to do.

Perhaps, if it weren't for the existence of someone as powerful as Archer, the person behind Caster would have been thinking of eliminating all the contestants overnight, driving Caster to contact all the Masters participating in the Holy Grail War with incredible precision.

Even Kenneth had never thought of such an idea. Of course, if the holy relic had not been replaced, but Iskandar had been summoned as originally planned and the magic furnace core had been used to supply magic power, perhaps he and the magician behind Caster would have had a lot in common.

"In my humble opinion, the Matou family player and the Servant he summoned are most likely already eliminated. As for surviving Caster's hands, I don't think he's someone who would let others go so easily."

"Yeah......"

Following Diarmait's answer, Kenneth picked up the only document and picture in front of him on the table. They were the document and portrait of Ramses II, who was known as the son of the sun god and the king of kings of the sun king.

"There will be no leniency shown to the enemy, which is almost the same as what is recorded in the literature..." Kenneth paused, put the manuscript back on the table, looked at Diarmait in front of him and spoke again.

"Although you might be able to fight Caster with your two guns, to be on the safe side, we need to change our original plan and hold off until more information becomes available. I need to ask the Magic Association to retrieve the magic core I've deposited with customs. We can't take this Holy Grail War lightly anymore!"

That's right, even though he was just here for a honeymoon and wanted to take the Holy Grail back to add to the family's honor, with the existence of a Caster, even if Kayneth had the pride of a monarch, he had to be wary of the possibility that a pharaoh might appear in the form of a Caster.

Kenneth could only think of the pharaohs of Egypt who could have connections with the sky god, the sun god, and the death god at the same time. However, the threat posed by Caster now far exceeded the others. Although he was one of the lower four riders, he played a "breakthrough" that only the upper three riders could.

At the same time, in the Tōsaka residence, looking at the scene in the distance where thick smoke was still rising into the sky, Tōsaka Tokiomi's face was unprecedentedly solemn.

After Kotomine Kirei's death, even the Matou family, their co-conspirators, met with misfortune. With Caster's methods, perhaps even Matou Zouken wouldn't have survived...

Thinking of this, Tōsaka Tokiomi clenched his fists. Sakura's smile appeared in his mind, but he had no way to confirm whether Sakura was still alive.

But rather than saying that there was no solution, it was more like he was hoping for a lucky break. As long as he didn't go looking for her, then Sakura might have survived, in the hands of that Caster...

"Tokiomi, have you found the information that the King asked you to find?"

Gilgamesh's voice came from behind him. Tōsaka Tokiomi, whose eyes were completely red, did not turn around. On the table behind him, there was only a set of documents on it. Gilgamesh picked it up as he approached.

"Ramses II Osmandis... How audacious! How dare you call yourself the King of Kings without my permission!"

Gilgamesh's rage caused the information in his hand to turn into ashes, but then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Very good, very good. As a subject, Tokiomi, you have done well! Once I have dealt with that self-proclaimed King of Kings and recovered the Holy Grail stolen by those bastards, I will grant you the right to use my wealth!"

Tōsaka Tokiomi didn't say anything, but just stared quietly in the direction of the Matou residence, as if he was brewing something...

The sound of police sirens kept whistling past his ears. With the help of the Holy Church, the speed of the police response made Duanmu Ye, who was walking on the street in his original appearance, a little surprised.

But if you think about it carefully, as one of the three great families cooperating with the Holy Church, they suffered such a devastating blow on the first day of the Holy Grail War, and among them was a contestant from the Matou family. It is hard not to think about what exactly happened.

"Just yesterday a meteorite fell on the back mountain of Fuyuki, and today there's a fire there again..."

"That's not so bad. You haven't seen gas explosions every now and then. My grandmother said that when she was young, she saw a whole sea of ​​fire caused by a gas explosion!"

Listening to the discussions from the people around him, Duanmu Ye walked towards his home as if nothing had happened.

What about the gas explosion and the meteorite fall? How come Duanmu Ye didn't know about these things? This must be an excuse that Yanfeng Li from the Holy Church came up with to cover up these things that happened in less than a day.

Feeling helpless about this, Duanmu Ye returned to the yellow house and opened the door very skillfully. Then he saw Van Gogh lying unconscious on the ground.

"Van Gogh, what happened?"

Duanmu Ye immediately ran forward and picked up Van Gogh who was lying on the ground, the eagerness in his eyes was self-evident.

Oh my little ancestor, don’t tell me you have jade syndrome?

Feeling the gentleness coming from the physical contact, Van Gogh raised his hand and spoke with some reluctance.

"Van Gogh...is...going to starve to death..."

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Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 38: Master, why do you have a lady's coat?

"Ah...alive...I'm so glad Van Gogh didn't die like this..."

After handing the snacks that had been left in the room to Van Gogh, the latter ate them like a hamster, and then showed an expression of being rescued.

Looking around the living room, which had not changed at all, did not seem like a scene that could be preserved by a guy who was about to starve to death. Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh in front of him with some confusion and pointed to the kitchen not far away.

"I remember there should be some things in the refrigerator. Didn't you go to the kitchen to check?"

"Look... I've seen..." Van Gogh's eyes were a little evasive, but he still stammered and turned his gaze aside, "There's nothing in the refrigerator..."

hiss......

Van Gogh's words suddenly reminded Duanmu Ye of the last time he went shopping. If it weren't for the typhoon, he would not only take the computer contaminated by the alien god to be repaired, but also go to a supermarket some distance away to buy enough food to live for a week and store it at home.

For some reason, he should have been the hungriest, but he just ate something at the Matou family according to his usual meal times. Even last night and this morning, he didn't feel hungry at all, and didn't even have the thought of eating.

Oh no, could he really become a complete Servant?

You have to know that servants are projections of historical figures in quantum records, those who are dead or between life and death, or clones cast by a powerful person. No matter which one it is, servants are actually "familiars" who do not need any physiological needs.

Unless it is like Shirou Emiya during the Fifth War, the servant needs to take proper rest to save magic power, and the servant needs to replenish a small amount of magic power through food. Logically speaking, unless the servant takes the initiative, there is no need in this regard.

But now it seems that rather than saying that he became a "servant" and Van Gogh turned back into a "human", it is better to say that Van Gogh wanted to maintain the basic basic qualities of a human being. If he is hungry, he is hungry, and if he is hungry, he has to eat!

"Master?"

As if he noticed Duanmu Ye was lost in thought, Van Gogh stopped what he was doing and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

"Actually, I don't really need any special food... I just want to try out what food tastes like at this stage, just like a baby bird! Even though a baby bird is just a newly born bird..."

"Hey...hey hey...it's a Van Gogh joke!"

The silent atmosphere seemed to make Van Gogh feel a little pressured. After thinking for a long time, Van Gogh stammered and revealed a forced smile in panic, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere brought about by the silence.

After all, she also knew clearly that she didn't actually feel any hunger. Although she had the impression that she rarely felt full, she could still distinguish between the feeling of hunger and the feeling of being full!

But... in Van Gogh's mind, the paint box she was reluctant to open must have been something very valuable. Paints were not something that could be easily purchased in her time. Van Gogh imagined that paints today would probably not be that cheap either...

In this way, her Master still had to take care of her willfulness...

"Since there's nothing in the refrigerator, I have to go out..."

Duanmu Ye said in a deep voice. Although he didn't know why he no longer felt hungry, he still had to eat. If he didn't eat or sleep, would he still be a human being?

Therefore, after a brief thought, Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh, who was holding a bag of snacks that actually had nothing in it and had a forced smile on his face.

"Want to go out together? Go get some food and try some of the delicacies of this era?"

The sunlight rising from outside the window peeked right into the house, illuminating the dim room while casting a layer of golden light on Duanmu Ye's profile.

"Gu... Wow, so bright... Master has become the sun!"

Van Gogh covered her eyes and kept puffing up her lips, but there was always a smile on her lips. It was no longer a forced smile, but a smile from the heart because she heard very dazzling words.

"Is it really that exaggerated..."

Duanmu Ye, standing in the sunshine, was a little puzzled. This level of light was obviously acceptable to a human like him. Could it be that the sunflower attribute in Van Gogh's body had awakened?

Although he couldn't quite understand what Van Gogh was mumbling, Duanmu Ye still took the lead in extending his hand to her who was sitting on the ground.

The girl's hand trembled as she held Van Gogh's hand. This was actually the second or third time she held Van Gogh's hand, but every time she touched that hand, which was as cold as sea water, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but feel complicated.

But Van Gogh, who stood up from the ground and stood in front of him, did not follow him out of the room immediately.

"Wearing this outfit and going out...will probably cause trouble for the Master, right?"

That's right, any Servant who appears in public in his original attire is several times more likely to have his true name revealed than one who is in disguise. There are even some costumes with extremely iconic features that are enough to expose the Servant's true name 100%.

Generally speaking, with the exception of Assassin who already possesses the skill of blocking auras, almost all Servants participating in the Holy Grail War will disguise themselves when carrying out daily activities, or simply transform into spirits for convenience and guard their Masters.