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

"That Caster's staff is very strange. Although it seems to be a disguise, at first glance it looks like some kind of magic prop that combines a paintbrush and a sunflower. Although Caster has not shown any ability to paint, I think it is possible that someone else is actually painting. Using painting abilities to create a pseudo-Servant should not be difficult for a Creative Servant."

Hisau Maiya's words made Emiya Kiritsugu light a cigarette and listen quietly.

There is no doubt that these three speculations about Caster's identity can be accurately answered to a certain extent, but none of them seem to be able to be truly applied to Caster.

No matter how well-known "The King in Yellow" written by American writer Robert W. Chambers is, leaving aside the issue of obtaining the Holy Relics, the servants summoned by the book can only be phantoms at best, and cannot reach the level of true Heroic Spirits. It is even more impossible for them to fight with Archer for so long and escape unscathed after that.

As for the creative Heroic Spirit related to sunflowers, Emiya Kiritsugu knew that Hisau Maiya was talking about Van Gogh, but no matter how abstract the abstract Van Gogh was, he would not create a pseudo-Servant wearing a cloak that looked like a raincoat, and it was even more impossible for him to be so hasty as to carry a sunflower that could directly reveal his true name. All the signs were too unbelievable, and it could be said that Van Gogh could be completely ruled out as a Caster.

"Is that all that's left..."

He took a deep breath and then put the half remaining cigarette into the ashtray on the table. Emiya Kiritsugu's expression gradually turned cold.

"Go investigate Caster's movements. The Pharaoh summoned in Caster's form is likely as powerful as the top three riders. He should not be ignored!"

As he spoke, Emiya Kiritsugu walked towards the box he had brought into the room and took out a pistol engraved with many gorgeous patterns.

The Thompson/Center Arms Contender large-caliber hunting short rifle pistol was originally a single-shot pistol for competition, but after being modified, it was equipped with a homemade bolt forged using magic engineering. In addition, the bolt can be replaced at will to replace the bullet. This allows him to replace different bullets according to different events. When facing magicians, he naturally has his own special methods.

As he took a bullet out of the box and loaded it into the pistol with great skill, in a moment that might not even take Hisau Maiya a blink of an eye, Emiya Kiritsugu let out a sigh.

"Is it too late..."

"In short, the method to deal with that Caster must not be speculated by normal means. Find his Master, and leave the rest to me!"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 42: You said you are a berserker EX?

"By the way, Kiritsugu, the Matou family was attacked between early morning and early morning this morning."

Hisau Maiya's belated words made Emiya Kiritsugu turn his head suddenly, and on his face was a look of shock and confusion that Hisau Maiya had never seen before.

"What did you say? The Matou family was attacked? Why didn't you report this immediately? Was it Caster's doing?!"

Kiritsugu Emiya was a little panicked. As one of the three major families in the Holy Grail War, Einzbern, he had already understood the power structure of these three families and the areas they were responsible for in the past nine years.

It can be said that without any of the three great families providing the technology, the miracle of the Holy Grail would never be realized, and the universal wishing machine that is said to be able to fulfill all wishes, and the Holy Grail that is said to be able to connect to the root, would never come.

Whether it is the Holy Grail container provided by the Einzbern family, the leylines and locations provided by the Tōsaka family, or the familiars and Command Spells system provided by the Matou family, they are all indispensable contents and steps for the Holy Grail's descent.

The magicians who pursue the miracle of the Holy Grail would not be so foolish as to directly attack any of the three great families. As local tyrants, they have been entrenched here for countless years, and the financial resources and capabilities they possess are inestimable.

But the most important thing is that as long as the three great families are still there, there will be a next Holy Grail War even if it fails, just like the previous three failures, making this Holy Grail War extremely perfect.

But the problem now is... the Matou family was attacked, and both the magicians who participated in the Holy Grail War and the current head of the family are missing. The future of the Holy Grail War seems to have been cut off at this moment.

In other words, there will be no next Holy Grail War...

Hisau Maiya was shocked by Emiya Kiritsugu's reaction, but she remained calm and told him the information she had collected.

"In the early morning hours of this morning, a fire inexplicably broke out at the Matou residence. It couldn't even be easily extinguished, mirroring the solar fire that struck Caster earlier. Only a shriveled corpse has been found in the Matou residence. There's currently no information available on Matou Sakura and Matou Kariya."

"..."

Emiya Kiritsugu lit up his cigarette again. This information was too overwhelming for him, and even made him lose his composure for a moment.

However, even the head of the family, Zouken Matou, met with an accident, so the Berserker Master and the young girl who was adopted from the Tōsaka family to the Matou family probably did not have much chance of surviving.

For some reason, Emiya Kiritsugu always felt inexplicably irritated, as if something bad was about to happen.

He never believed in gods or anything else, and only believed in his own intuition. Emiya Kiritsugu did not think that his intuition would be wrong, but precisely because of this, this bad premonition made him subconsciously focus his gaze once again on the commercial street in the distance outside the window. His calm face gradually became more solemn.

“The possibility of a conflict breaking out on the street… Maiya, let’s go to where Airi is. I have a bad feeling about this.”

......

The sirens kept whistling past, and the thick black smoke rising from the distant mountains made Duanmu Ye, who was looking in that direction, cough twice in embarrassment.

To be honest, he does not have the ability to master the element of fire, whether it is the water represented by the Water Priest or the wind represented by the Wind Noble. If it were not for the skill of the Flower of Mars, he would not be able to use Hastur's mantle to summon Cthulhu's star followers.

There is no doubt that the summoned star followers are directly asleep and unresponsive. During the summoning, the Nobleman of Wind's ability to become virtual will even become ineffective for a while, which gives Duanmu Ye a headache.

As for the fire that burned down the Matou family, it was actually caused by the hallucination of the Mars Flower, which detonated the insects itself, causing the Matou mansion, which was full of insects, to be completely engulfed in the sea of ​​fire. There was no possibility of any survival.

but......

"Van Gogh... You can't accomplish anything hiding behind me like this..."

Walking from the residential area into the bustling commercial street, Van Gogh always maintained his extreme social phobia and hid behind himself, which made many passers-by who did not know the truth constantly cast all kinds of strange looks in his direction.

Van Gogh behind her remained unmoved. The coming and going of the crowd had even distorted her face into lines. She was almost fainting on the ground and turning into a stick figure...

"Duan...Duanmu...There are so many people...What if someone finds out my identity..."

"Don't worry, Van Gogh. The probability of your real name being recognized is even lower than his. If you really run into a Servant or Master strolling around here, there's no need for you and me to fight."

As he spoke, Duanmu Ye pointed at the Berserker who had remained in spirit form and was following closely behind him. However, he was different from the Berserker controlled by Matou Kariya. The Berserker [Not for One's Own Glory], which had deteriorated due to its frenzy, seemed to have undergone some changes because its master had been replaced by himself. The black aura surrounding him completely disappeared, and a medieval knight stood behind him.

"But...but he can't even speak..."

Van Gogh felt fear from the depths of her soul at the sight of irrational people. Even though those curses were not on her now, she was still afraid that she would make others lose their sanity or even go crazy. This was the ability of the Martian Flower, and Berserker remained silent from beginning to end, as if he could not communicate.

"Hiss...can't communicate?"

When Van Gogh brought up this topic, Duanmu Ye turned around and looked at Lancelot behind him. It was obvious that this question was an unavoidable one for Lancelot who was in a frenzy.

But since we can't communicate...there's no other way...

"Master, please give the order."

"?"

"Wait, you can talk?"

Duanmu Ye widened his eyes and even dragged Van Gogh into an empty alley. He looked at Lancelot who was standing in front of him, blocking the light coming in from outside the alley.

“Communication may have been difficult before, but now it is not difficult.”

After saying this, Lancelot's voice stopped abruptly, and he no longer had any intention of continuing.

Duanmu Ye held his chin, feeling incredible that Lancelot had regained his sanity and could even communicate normally.

Is it because of the change of Master?

Looking at the crimson mark on the back of his hand, which had an extra flower stalk and two leaves due to the seizure of Matou Kariya's Command Seal, Duanmu Ye seemed to be thinking about something, but there seemed to be no better explanation than this.

"Since we can communicate normally, please tell me your stats and Noble Phantasm."

"Real name: Lancelot; Strength A; Endurance A; Agility A+; Magic C; Luck A; Noble Phantasm A; Berserk EX, possesses a Noble Phantasm..."

"Tingting, berserk EX? You're not crazy?"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 43: After Hastur, the Yellow King, I Became Usum?!

Duanmu Ye ignored Lancelot for the time being, as he didn't know why he had turned into a pentagonal warrior. The berserk EX he mentioned himself was the change that occurred after he was dominated by him.

If this were a normal Fate-travel story, getting a Berserker with Berserker EX might be a good thing. After all, Berserkers with such attributes are invariably warriors with some kind of obsession with certain aspects, or characters who have been blackened to the point of distorting their berserker nature.

However, this is not a normal Fate time travel story, this is a Fate time travel story with Outer Gods. Lancelot, who originally lost his sanity in exchange for power, has changed his berserk level from C to EX while retaining his original values, and even has the ability to communicate normally.

Could it be that the Moon World also follows the principle of "two times two equals a right"?

Duanmu Ye didn't agree, but he felt a little incredible that Lancelot didn't fall into an even more uncontrollable madness after losing his mind.

"If you mean abandoning reason to fight, then I have been having some crazy thoughts echoing in my mind. But it seems that because of you, Master, I can maintain the same rationality as you at this moment without the order to fight."

"On par with me? Let me ask you, Lancelot, what do you think of me?"

After a brief silence, Duanmu Ye ignored everything Lancelot had just said and instead asked a question that didn't need to be asked at all. Even Van Gogh tilted his head with a look of confusion.

Duanmu’s appearance...isn’t it just Duanmu?

"Master, in my eyes, you are a great creature with an elf's upper body and a dryad's lower body."

Good, that's it.

After receiving such an answer, Duanmu Ye gave up all his questions to Lancelot. His frustrated face was obviously very sad, but there was also an excitement that was difficult to conceal.

Through Lancelot's description, it is almost certain that he is in a reality dominated by the power of the Flower of Mars, and his image in his eyes is not that of Hastur, but that of Usum.

Obtaining such a powerful Berserker should be something to be happy about, but why... why can't he smile?

"Duanmu... Van Gogh's feet are similar, so don't... don't take it too seriously..."

Just as she was about to cry but had no tears, Van Gogh appeared in front of her and lifted up the trousers covering her legs, revealing her snow-white legs.

Van Gogh couldn't help trembling when she felt the gaze. As a "stitched" thing, she knew that her body was not perfect and was just a "prop" created by others.

Because of this, Van Gogh was afraid that someone would alienate her because of her uniqueness. Only after empathizing with Duanmu Ye did he muster up the courage to show his legs, which did not seem very normal in his impression.

"van gogh......"

Duanmu Ye's soft murmur made Van Gogh look in his direction, but then Duanmu Ye stopped her from lifting up her pants with her hand.

"Promise me you won't show it to other people."

"Eh?"

Following the line of sight, the legs that should have been wrapped like sunflower stalks had somehow become normal. Except for being as slender as the body to an exaggerated degree, they were almost no different from those of an ordinary girl.

Why is this happening?

Van Gogh was a little puzzled, but he seemed to know why it turned out like this.

Looking at Duanmu Ye who seemed to be talking to Lancelot, her eyes gradually became complicated.

"Since we can communicate normally, it's easy. Van Gogh will provide me with magic power, and I will provide you with magic power. Use the ability of [Not for One's Own Glory] to disguise yourself a little. Spiritualization is really unnecessary. The physical form can still help carry things."

"..."

Lancelot fell silent, but Duanmu Ye was extremely satisfied that he had an assistant who could help him.

Although he can transform into any knight who has made great achievements with the help of [Not for One's Own Glory], what Duanmu Ye needs now is just a disguise.

Taking off his helmet, Lancelot in a suit had a melancholy face that could attract any girl. Even Duanmu Ye couldn't help but admire him. No wonder he could surpass King Arthur. Any woman would find it hard to resist a face like this. It was probably similar to Diarmait's tear mole.

"Feeling... a little ordinary? Ah! I'm not saying anything, I just... I just don't feel anything, like a fish seeing a bird! Although the relationship between fish and birds is a predator-prey relationship... Hey..."

Van Gogh's sudden appearance made Duanmu Ye smile and calm her panic, but it was obvious from Van Gogh's reaction that such appearance would cause unnecessary trouble, and it was most appropriate to transform into a spirit.

Duanmu Ye felt that the air had become much fresher when he walked out of the alley again. Although he could not ask Lancelot to help carry things, this way he would not have to do everything himself. He could even drive him to attack him and thus distance himself from being a contestant.

However, after simply finding a Western restaurant and enjoying some not-so-cheap food, although Van Gogh, who was holding his stomach, still had a subtle expression of doubt and reluctance to speak, after being repeatedly asked no, Duanmu Ye started wandering the streets looking for the magician or even acquaintances.

After all, on the first day of the Holy Grail War, Irisviel would definitely be strolling around this commercial street with Saber. Even without them, they would be able to find Waver Velvet who came out to buy game discs, or Ryunosuke Uryu who was looking for a target might not be able to find any trace of him.

However, this idea was shattered as the sun gradually set. As he squatted on the street corner and lit the Liqun cigarette he took out of his bag, Duanmu Ye became more convinced that it was because of his own fault that Ryunosuke Uesugi had been unable to summon Gil de Re.

After all, if I, who possess the power of Cthulhu himself, really encounter a sea demon invading Fuyuki, it is hard to say who will have control of the sea demon.

Even so, the fact that there was no trace of the magician on the streets made Duanmu Ye fall into a certain confusion. If they had come out early to finish the Holy Grail War, everyone could have returned home to have a cup of tea, a meal, and then sleep peacefully. Hiding like this should at least take into account the feelings of those who wanted to end this Holy Grail War quickly...

"Hey, hey! Saber! Look at this dress, isn't it nice?"

"Eri... Even I'm not good at choosing clothes for women..."

"It's okay, Saber. Men's taste in choosing clothes isn't necessarily worse than women's~"

Suddenly, when Duanmu Ye was about to go home in disappointment, a sound of communication came from a distance, and Lancelot, who had transformed into a spirit, showed some emotion on his face which was originally as calm as a lake after seeing the blond boy in the suit, oh no, the young man.

Seeing this, Duanmu Ye's mouth curled up slightly. After extinguishing the cigarette with only a small puff left in his hand, he stood up and pulled Van Gogh towards the coffee shop at the back.

At the same time as Lancelot stayed where he was, staring at the blond young man in the distance, he gave the first and only order through telepathy.

"I understand your wish, Lancelot, but it would be very distressing for me to see you defeated by Saber like this."

"So... I allow you to fight her, you can retreat, you can die, but before he really wants to give you the punishment you deserve, you are not allowed to die in his hands!"

"Alright Lancelot, go tear off this illusion disguise from her. I'm tired of seeing King Arthur being a girl!"

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I was planning to open the bounty as usual last Friday, but I was at the hospital so I didn't dare (I'll open it this Friday!). Anyway, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and I'm going to give out 500 more tickets. Everyone knows what I'm getting, so I'll give them out around 8:00 AM! (Hey)

See you all later, let’s enjoy the moon together, meow!

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 44: Was there something wrong with being attacked on the commercial street?

The setting sun reflected the sunset glow on the horizon. Although there was a heavy rain last night, the clouds in the sky did not decrease at all because of the rain.