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

As a Servant, Van Gogh naturally possesses the ability to spiritualize, but for some reasons, Duanmu Ye is not very brave to let Van Gogh spiritualize.

After all, he couldn't guarantee what Van Gogh would look like next time he came out after transforming into a spirit. On the contrary, Duanmu Ye felt more at ease knowing that Van Gogh had always maintained this appearance.

But as for the so-called exposure of real names due to clothing...

Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh in front of her. Her orange hair sparkled with a hint of European descent in the sunlight, and her extremely simple clothes, apart from revealing a little, had nothing to do with the name "Van Gogh" in any other part.

After all, just like no one would have thought that a guy holding a sunflower staff, wearing a yellow cloak, summoning octopus monsters, and spreading pollen is actually "Van Gogh", it can be said that Van Gogh's worries are completely unnecessary.

“Yes, it will be a bit troublesome…”

Duanmu Ye, holding his chin, looked carefully at the girl in front of him, and when he finished speaking, Van Gogh's expression suddenly became depressed.

Such an expression made Duanmu Ye's mouth curl up slightly. Although he would never do such a thing as bullying others, for some reason he suddenly wanted to tease the girl in front of him.

"Come put this dress on so you won't get into any more trouble!"

A white, seemingly brand new women's coat was taken out from the wardrobe in the living room and put on Van Gogh, covering the exposed parts of her body.

Duanmu Ye looked at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, but Van Gogh tilted his head and looked at his clothes with some confusion.

"Master...how come you have women's clothes?"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 39: Dog Cultivating Gold? Or just call me Duanmu...

It seemed like some kind of question that could awaken the soul, which made Duanmu Ye, who was admiring the already somewhat lovely Van Gogh, froze in his expression.

"A silk coat...it's very expensive, isn't it? Master...why do you have a women's coat?"

As if afraid that Duanmu Ye didn't hear clearly what he had just said, Van Gogh repeated what he had just said with an extremely serious and puzzled expression.

"Yeah...why would that be..."

Duanmu Ye wanted to find a place to bury himself at this moment. He couldn't possibly tell Van Gogh that he had originally planned to use women's clothing as a gimmick to attract more readers after the book had achieved certain success, right?

Although this matter was left unresolved due to various reasons, it was ultimately because of the psychological barrier that I couldn't get over, so I ultimately delayed the implementation of this plan. As a result, some of the women's clothing items became the bottom of the box, and only the best quality outerwear was hung in the wardrobe in the living room, but I basically never opened the wardrobe.

Duanmu Ye chose to avoid this question after lighting a cigarette. After all, he didn't have such thoughts at the moment. If he was asked again, it would be sooner or later that he would reveal that he had thought about wearing women's clothes.

As the door opened, the glaring sunlight caused Van Gogh to cover his eyes again.

Duanmu Ye's figure leaving the house made Van Gogh hesitate for a moment, but he finally trotted after him.

"So... I really won't let anyone guess my real name this way..."

"Of course, how could Vincent van Gogh be a girl?"

Duanmu Ye smiled. After all, he didn't actually believe that the abstract painter could be such a lovely girl.

Although Van Gogh relied on the part of Vincent van Gogh's spiritual foundation to continuously anchor her identity and will, the part about Vincent van Gogh only accounted for a very small part of her complex spiritual foundation.

And now she has inherited the part of Van Gogh as an Outer God, and magnified her existence as "Van Gogh". Duanmu Ye is extremely satisfied with this result.

But soon, Duanmu Ye, who was about to reach the downtown area, suddenly thought of a problem. So far, he and Van Gogh's activities were always one in the light and the other in the dark, and there was almost no situation where they went out at the same time like this.

Since they were going out together, they could no longer casually address each other by the set names in front of others. In Fuyuki City, which was monitored by magicians at all times, directly addressing someone as "Master" would definitely not make people think of any strange play, but would make them be targeted by extreme killers like Emiya Kiritsugu, and then they would just wait to be shot in the head from eight hundred miles away.

When a person is killed, he will die. This is an eternal truth. Although Duanmu Ye is not sure whether he will die if he is shot in the head while wearing spiritual clothes, but now that he is moving in his original appearance, there is a high probability that he will not survive.

"Master?"

"No, don't call me Master..."

When she stopped, facing the doubt raised by Van Gogh, Duanmu Ye immediately rejected her words. Such an answer even made Van Gogh feel lost for a moment, and he couldn't help but review his behavior in his mind to see if there was anything wrong with it.

However, after thinking for a moment, Duanmu Ye looked at the petite girl beside him with great seriousness. At this moment, he used his amazing wisdom to think of a nearly perfect name.

"Calling me Master might get noticed by those who have been keeping an eye on Fuyuki City, so from now on, just call me Gou Shukin!"

That's right, if his name was Gou Xiujin, he wouldn't be targeted by Emiya Kiritsugu. Although he would be looked at strangely by the Japanese who know everything, he has always lived for others. No matter how weird other people's gazes are, what does it have to do with him, Duanmu Ye?

Even with just this thought, Duanmu Ye felt that she was a genius. However, when Van Gogh read out the three words "gouxiujin" in a poor accent, Duanmu Ye's face immediately turned red and she interrupted her next words.

"Wait, I regret this, don't bark, dog Xiu Jin!"

Guilt, unprecedented guilt...

Not to mention the extremely bad taste of letting others call him "Dog Xiu Jin", the fact that Van Gogh was so petite at the moment looked like an underage JS who was powerless. In any case, being called "Dog Xiu Jin" by such a JS in public was enough to get him sent to the police station.

Even Duanmu Ye, a man with a strong psychological quality, could hardly help but find a dark corner to squat in when he saw Van Gogh read out these words with a puzzled look on his face.

However, Duanmu Ye quickly adjusted his mentality, looked at Van Gogh again, and reluctantly put the previous scene aside.

"Let's start with the most basic way. My name is a double surname, which should be relatively acceptable to the people of Fuyuki who live a simple life..."

"Double surname?"

Van Gogh tilted her head. She didn't quite understand the meaning of these words.

Duanmu Ye took Van Gogh's hand and wrote the word "Duanmu" on the palm of her hand.

"Just call me Duanmu outside. It might be a little hard to say at first, but if it's Van Gogh, I think I'll get used to it quickly."

Duanmu Ye smiled slightly, and put her hand back under Van Gogh's wide-eyed and slightly dazed gaze.

"Now, try it?"

Just as Duanmu Ye said, Van Gogh, who was used to being called Master, couldn't even pronounce the word. The sound that came to his mouth seemed to be suppressed by some strange force, stuck in his throat and couldn't be uttered at all.

Van Gogh's face turned red as he opened his mouth slightly and tried again and again, but after trying again and again, the pressure gradually disappeared.

"Duan...Duanmu?"

So weird...

Van Gogh lowered his head after he finished speaking. In any case, he felt that this name was far more bizarre and difficult to call than "Gou Xiujin".

Now that he no longer had the threat of being targeted by a killer like Emiya Kiritsugu, nor the guilt of being taken to the police station to be punished, Duanmu Ye nodded with great satisfaction.

"Very good, now let's go to Fuyuki's most prosperous commercial street and take a look. Maybe we can find some Holy Grail War participants strolling around. It's also necessary to gather information about those participants while we eat and replenish our supplies!"

"Eh? So...this...isn't this a date?"

Van Gogh said the last two words very quietly, so quietly that she almost recited them in her heart.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye had already walked out of the residential area and was standing at the end of the bright road, looking back at himself.

"Wait, wait for me!"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 40: The last to rush to the battlefield are... the Saber team!

The roar of the plane passed overhead, and as it glided after landing, the woman walked out of the open cabin door, lifting up some of her white hair that had fallen due to the wind caused by the rotation of the plane's turbine.

"How's it going, Saber? It must be wonderful to experience flying for the first time, right? In your time, there probably weren't any means of transportation like airplanes that could soar into the sky at will, right?"

Under the white fur coat that was obviously extremely luxurious yet revealed simplicity, the long silver hair gleaming in the sun was as beautiful as falling snow, and her gem-like red eyes were glancing at the blond boy in a well-ironed suit beside her.

"I'm sorry, Ellie. In my time, there were probably more convenient ways to fly than riding on a piece of metal called an airplane."

The blond boy closed his eyes and gently supported the white-haired girl, who looked curious at his answer.

"Is it because there's a familiar that can fly? Or is there magic that can fly?!"

Irisviel threw out a lot of questions, and the curious gazes and chattering questions made the blond boy's face show some emotion.

"Regarding this...if my court magician were here, he would be the one to explain it to you. I actually enjoy riding a horse more than fighting in the air."

Go ahead, the blond boy looked at the silver-white plane behind him. This plane, which belonged exclusively to the Einzbern family, was much larger than the one she was riding in.

"Besides, when a Servant is summoned to this era, he or she is endowed with most of the knowledge related to that era. If I were to take control of the steering wheel of that plane, I imagine it would be similar to putting the reins and saddle on Don Stallion, right?"

"Are you trying to say that flying a plane is as easy as riding a horse... Saber is truly amazing..."

As they entered the airport, Irisviel's face was always filled with a light smile, which made the blond boy standing next to her a little puzzled.

"Eri, I think you should change your personality. Even though Kiritsugu is secretly protecting you, walking around the streets so brazenly with such an expression is a bit too dangerous for you."

The blond boy's words made Irisviel look slightly stunned. She seemed to have thought of something and fell into deep thought. Then she smiled and looked at the blond boy beside her.

"It's okay, Saber. Kiritsugu has reported that Assassin was killed by Rider during the first stage of the Holy Grail War. Even if there's danger, I still have you to protect me!"

As the Saber who was praised as the one with the most balanced or even outstanding stats in the Holy Grail War, Saber who had made all preparations and was summoned just to realize the miracle of the Greater Holy Grail hundreds of years ago was right beside her.

Using that holy relic to summon would only summon Saber no matter what. Because of this, Irisviel thought, perhaps only the strongest Saber could win this Holy Grail War?

Just when the blond boy was about to say something, Irisviel had already trotted to the front and looked back in his direction.

"Please walk around with me, Saber. Before we go back to that castle, I want to see what the outside world looks like!"

......

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

In an apartment in Fuyuki City, a man in a black windbreaker knocked on the door in front of him according to the code communicated in advance. As the knocking sound fell, the door was opened a little, revealing an indifferent eye peeking out from the darkness of the room, identifying the identity of the person standing outside the door.

With the identity confirmed, the door closed again. The man who walked into the room put down the suitcase in his hand, and the woman who followed closely behind the man was the first to break the silence.

"The entire set of equipment has arrived, and Madam and the others have already arrived at Fuyuki Airport and begun their operation. Although it is risky to let Saber follow Madam, the other Masters in this Holy Grail War will think that Madam is Saber's Master."

The facilities in the room are extremely simple, with only a tidy bed, a TV where you can watch the day's news at any time, and a desk.

The short-haired woman continued to report the intelligence she had gathered in Fuyuki over the past few days, while the man who was listening calmly took out various accessories from the suitcase and began to assemble them skillfully.

"Last night, a clash between Servants first occurred under the Fuyuki Bridge. Initially, it was observed that Assassin and Rider came into contact. However, later in the Cathedral Church, Assassin was eliminated by Rider using a power that resembled a Noble Phantasm, becoming the first Servant to leave. The Servant that initially clashed with Rider was not Assassin, but Caster, who had disguised himself as Assassin."

"Afterwards, after the true Assassin left the scene, Caster and Archer engaged in a battle on the mountain road outside the Cathedral Church. The battle was so massive that half of the mountain was completely destroyed, and both of them appeared to have used the power of their Noble Phantasms."

"How was it? Who withdrew? Who had the upper hand? What was the final outcome? Were there any specific battle scenes recorded?"

A conflict broke out at the very beginning of this Holy Grail War, which had never happened before in the records of all the Holy Grail Wars in the past. After all, all the participants were still at the stage of summoning Servants, and collecting useful intelligence and information was what normal participants should do. A conflict between four Servants at the very beginning was simply unheard of.

The man's words made the short-haired woman silent for a moment, but she still took out a videotape from the table beside her and put it in the player under the TV.

The screen, covered with snow, only showed a blurry image, in which a golden figure seemed to be fighting with something. However, the image was so blurry that it was impossible to tell what the golden Servant was facing.

"Assassin's exit is clear, and there's no possibility of fabrication. Rider fled after being attacked by Archer and hasn't been seen since. Caster and Archer clashed, but Caster escaped unscathed, while Archer appears to have sustained minor facial injuries."

The woman paused, then spoke solemnly.

"That Caster used some kind of magic similar to an illusion. Almost all electronic devices capable of recording his presence were unable to record it completely. However, by repairing the footage and piecing together each frame, I was able to find some answers."

She placed the briefcase in front of the man, but the man, who had put down his weapon, did not take it from the woman.

Looking out the window at the commercial street in the distance, there was a hint of solemnity in the man's deep eyes.

"Caster being unrecordable... that's even more threatening than when Assassin was around..."

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 41: First, let's rule out Hastur and Van Gogh...

In the apartment, countless guns of various kinds were placed on the bed sheets. Emiya Kiritsugu, looking out the window, had an incomparable solemnity on his face.

He wants to pursue permanent peace and completely eliminate evil from human society. Whether it is war or conflict, everything that can be attributed to "evil" must disappear from this world. In this way, there will be no killing, no hatred and revenge. To this end, he pursues the Holy Grail, the universal wishing machine that can fulfill wishes.

“Maiya, is this all the information you’ve gathered?”

Emiya Kiritsugu murmured, and no emotion could be seen on his almost motionless face, because he was such a cold and ruthless person. As long as he could save more people, even if a small number of them were sacrificed, it would only lay the foundation for peace.

But under such questioning, Hisau Maiya's face became a little ugly. Even though she was an assistant to Emiya Kiritsugu and had been through many battles, she could deal with any emergency with ease. Even her own death, she could accept it with pleasure as long as she could complete her mission.

However, the outbreak of this Holy Grail War was so unexpected that even when she was disguising herself as an ordinary citizen and recording the situation with her own eyes in an unnoticed residential area, or disguising herself as a police officer who arrived later and investigated the center of the battlefield, she felt unprecedented pressure.

"On the battlefield where Caster and Archer fought, I discovered a yellow flower not found anywhere else in the world. The priest of the Holy Church seemed to call it Chijera, and he tricked a fellow trainee police officer into a frenzy."

“I’m not here to hear this, Maiya. Don’t change the subject.”

Maiya remained silent. It wasn't that she wanted to change the subject, but her instinct as a professional killer made her subconsciously avoid talking about any real information about Caster. It was like she was cursed, and every time she wanted to talk about Caster, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

The silent atmosphere did not last too long. As a professional killer, his psychological quality was so strong that even though there was something strange at the moment, Hisahi Maiya still opened the file bag and took out several photos of different books with a calm expression.

"The first hypothesis, based on Caster's appearance, is initially based on a collection of short stories by American author Robert W. Chambers, written between 1886 and 1893, titled The King in Yellow. The image of the King in Yellow initially matches Caster, but further verification is needed to determine if this is true..."

Hisau Maiya's voice gradually weakened, as if her soul had been taken away. Her consciousness was slightly interrupted while she was speaking, but she quickly returned to normal.

This wasn't the first time Hisau Maiya had experienced this phenomenon. Last night, while witnessing the battle between Caster and Archer, she had already felt dazed and absent-minded while using paper and pen to record the information presented by the two. Therefore, she hadn't slept the entire night, busy organizing the information that she had recorded with great difficulty.

"The second hypothesis, based on the many abilities Caster displayed, including the magic of flight, the magic of summoning intense sunlight with magical instruments, and the magic of inducing the fear of death felt by those looking directly at his body, is that he is a pharaoh from an ancient Egyptian dynasty, blessed by the three gods: Ra, the sun god; Horus, the sky god; and Anubis, the death god. It's almost certain that this is Ramses II manifesting through Caster."

"As for the third one..."

The feeling of being pulled out of consciousness did not appear when talking about the second one. Although there were still some unknown palpitations, it was better after all.

However, compared to the second one, the third one seemed so absurd and impossible. Moreover, when saying that name, the feeling of being pulled out of consciousness was like falling into the abyss, and it was like being insignificant and unknown in the universe under the stars.