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

The crimson light illuminated the entire bustling commercial street. The hurried pedestrians and surging traffic brought a moment of peace to Fuyuki.

“Saber…Saber?!”

Irisviel's call brought the blond young man back to his senses from his momentary trance. Even though the woman in front of him, who looked like a white-haired elf, kept fiddling with the gorgeous dress she was wearing, his gaze turned to the red sun in the sky. The sun seemed to sense his gaze and cast a hint of red on his short golden hair.

Such a sun is not normal, both in color and state. The fiery red heat is like a layer of sugar coating covering sweet candy, packaged with words such as sunshine, beauty, and sweetness, covering up the elusive, imperceptible, and indescribable evil underneath.

His short golden hair fluttered in the wind. He had wandered around peacefully all day, but at this moment, he felt a sense of crisis and smelled some malice in his heart.

"Eri, although Kiritsugu said we can spend the day outside, the sun is about to set. I think it's time for us to go back."

It wasn't worry or fear, but his natural intuition told him that the malice hidden in the deepest part of the surroundings was directed entirely at him, and fighting in such a crowded and densely populated place would cause unnecessary trouble no matter how he explained it.

He is not a person who likes to cause trouble to others, because he is here to solve the trouble, to solve the trouble that even that thing cannot accept for a while and even hides away.

Could it be an unknown Beast entity?

But if that's the case, there's obviously a way to deal with that thing, so there's no need to be so afraid that you have to hide...

Saber thought so in his heart and looked at Irisviel who was standing in front of him with puffed cheeks and a face full of complaints. He sensed a hint of anger from Irisviel on her almost delicate skin.

"We finally managed to get out of that castle, and there are so many delicious, fun, and beautiful things we haven't experienced yet. Why would we go back now? No!"

"..."

Irisviel's answer did not surprise Saber. His intuition had already detected such an answer, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious as time passed.

As if she had sensed something unusual coming from Saber, Irisviel kept looking around as she finished speaking. However, apart from the crowds of people and cars coming and going that flooded her view, all she could see were the bustling streets and the clamor of car horns.

After thinking for a moment, Irisviel placed the gorgeous dress in her hand into the hands of the Einzbern maid doll that was following closely beside her. Without any further instructions, the maid doll tidied it up very naturally and handed it back to the female store manager who had been waiting with a smile on her face.

"Let's go, Saber. Since Kiritsugu has told you to keep a close eye on me, I have no reason to continue acting recklessly." Irisviel continued to walk out with her lips pouting as she spoke, but soon she smiled happily as if she had thought of something.

"After all, I am Illya's mother. As a mother, I should be more mature and more stable. It's a pity that Illya can't stay by my side. Otherwise, I really want to dress up my lovely Illya. Illya, Illya, Illya who is as cute as a doll~"

Although he was a little annoyed because his shopping mood was interrupted the moment before, the next moment he happily hummed a little song from his hometown because he thought of Illya who was far away in the snow city in Germany.

Saber could not understand such a rapid change of emotions, but he still respected Irisviel's decision immensely, and from the moment he was summoned, he vowed to protect this girl who also bore a tragic fate.

Of course, even though Irisviel was not his true Master, and even though his true Master had parted ways with him because he could not do anything unscrupulous, compared to Emiya Kiritsugu who used all kinds of unscrupulous methods to achieve his goals, a soul as pure and rare as an elf like Irisviel was more worthy of his sworn loyalty.

However, the next moment after walking out of the dress shop, a black figure fell from the sky, creating a huge hole in the asphalt road.

The flying dust even blocked all vision of the surrounding ground-floor houses, and was accompanied by some puzzling low growls.

"Saber, what happened?!"

In Fuyuki, anything is possible, no matter what happens. Although Irisviel guessed at the first moment that it might be a magician hiding in the dark who noticed their whereabouts and launched a surprise attack when she and Saber were exposed.

However, as one of the three great families that founded the Holy Grail War, the memories inherited by Irisviel deeply record that the Holy Grail War must be conducted in secrecy, and revealing the mysterious behavior will bring unnecessary trouble and expose one's identity and real name prematurely.

In all the previous Holy Grail Wars, even in the recorded sub-Holy Grail Wars launched in other countries, there was almost never a declaration of war in a crowded commercial street in broad daylight like this. Even using magic or weapons for assassination was too unwise.

When the smoke and dust cleared and vision was restored, Irisviel saw that the disguise of the suit had been taken off and he was wearing a pale robe and silver armor. Even the hood used to cover his face and features was taken out by Saber at this moment.

Except for when she was just summoned, Irisviel had never seen Saber so serious. Her originally doubtful expression suddenly became firm. With the help of focusing magic power in her eyes, the most basic observation magic, she saw it, saw the dark figure standing in the dust that took a long time to completely dissipate.

Is that the Caster Kiritsugu mentioned?

Saber rejected this thought as soon as it occurred to her. Looking at Saber standing in front of her like a statue, Irisviel's face showed a hint of worry.

"Could it be that... Saber, you know this Servant?"

Saber did not speak immediately. He just watched quietly, watching the figure in front of him swaying with his breathing in the deep pit. His intuition told him that this servant who exuded a strange aura had an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"Eri, be ready to evacuate at any time. There's something wrong with this Servant!"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 45: Is this Saber Arthur? Is this still the Fourth War?

Not quite right?

What's wrong?

Intuition couldn't provide an answer, and the naked eye gave no clue either. The black mist enveloping the Servant before him seemed so mysterious and powerful, as if it were some kind of camouflage technology, obviously of poor quality, yet impossible to see through.

No, regarding this point, Saber knew that the essence of this disguise was inferior magic, but it seemed to have been attached with some other concept, thus making it reach an indescribable level.

It was impossible to clearly see the Servant's specific figure, nor could it clearly see the Servant's weapon. There was not even any distinguishable place. Only a ball of black mist appeared in front of the eyes, and it kept surging with heavy breathing.

At this moment, the troops remain motionless, in a standoff where it's impossible to guess at the other side's intentions. They've clearly caused such unrest, such unrest in this crowded commercial street, and such a conflict broke out before they even managed to evacuate the crowds...

"If you are ready to fight, then show your true identity!"

Under the Wind King's barrier, the almost transparent weapon pointed at the black fog in the pit, but such words did not have any effect. The black fog was still black fog, but it slowly stood up.

"Ellie, be careful!"

Irisviel, who was protected by Saber behind her, opened her eyes wide. Her white hair had been pierced by something tiny without her realizing it. If Saber hadn't reminded her and retracted her curious head in time, she would have had more than just a few scratches on the edge of her ear.

Bullets? Sniper rifle?

Various weapons and methods that could be used for long-range shooting emerged in Irisviel's mind, but she was clearly aware that none of these answers were correct.

But if these are not correct, then what is correct?

"It's a stone. To be more precise, it's a stone that has the concept of a [Noble Phantasm] in it."

The telepathy from Saber made Irisviel take a deep breath, and a chill instantly spread throughout her body.

What frightened her was not the ability to transform stones into [Noble Phantasms], because for a magician, as long as certain processes were followed, they could also transform them into similar props.

What really frightened Irisviel was that even Saber didn't see clearly when the stone was launched, because the black mist made it impossible to see the contents inside.

The idea of ​​confirming the identity of the person in front of him through long-distance contact was shattered at this moment. Saber grasped the sword with both hands again with a solemn expression. The magic power gathered in her body gushed out in an instant, and she was seen again in mid-air.

The aerial jumps accomplished by releasing magic power could even serve as the ability to fly if he wanted to, and aerial combat was no problem for him.

Generally speaking, jumping into the sky will undoubtedly magnify one's own weaknesses. After all, the means of attacking from the sky without a foothold are too limited.

But, that's generally speaking...

The wind field gathered on the weapon in his hand expanded slightly at the moment it took off, but compressed the next moment. Then, another leap in the air with the release of magic power occurred, and the wind field of the weapon in his hand expanded and compressed further.

It is not a wise move to engage in close combat without knowing the opponent's strength. Ellie has a scabbard on her body, which can protect her for a short time as long as she is not irreparably injured.

Moreover, in his intuition, he could clearly feel that the gaze of the person in the black fog was always locked on him. The stone that hit Ellie was just his initial test to confirm his actions.

The leaps in the sky were getting faster and faster, almost reaching the level of instant movement. The wind field formed by the magic power in his hands reached an unimaginable level.

Of course, Saber did not think that this attack could cause any substantial damage to the black mist, but even if it was just to dispel the black mist on his body, it would be worth it for the test of this action.

"Strike Air!"

It is not a treasure, but some kind of magic. Although it is a one-time long-range attack, in this case, the damage it can cause is fixed and cannot be affected by his own magic power and strength.

But the magic of compression again and again is only to improve accuracy and use the optimal solution to maximize the benefits that can be created by this one-time remote means.

The enormous wind pressure covered the entire pothole on the damaged road, stirring up dust again while tearing and destroying the glass of many surrounding houses. Even some buildings closer to the center were torn apart by the wind like a giant beast, turning into debris that floated away into the distance and into the air.

The smoke dissipated, and Saber, who had once again condensed the Wind King's barrier, stood back in front of Irisviel, who was covering her skirt and hair. In the center of the street that had been ravaged by the Wind King's hammer, the black fog was indeed dispersed by the wind as he had imagined. Even though it was covering up again at a speed visible to the naked eye, he could still see the true appearance under the black fog at a glance.

He was a knight clad in black, just like the black fog that enveloped his body. Only the peephole on his helmet was flashing a blood-red light.

Saber only felt that she seemed to have seen this armor somewhere before, and the other party's figure was also extremely familiar, but she just couldn't remember it for a moment and couldn't confirm it at all.

"Berserker! That's the Servant of the Matou family contestant, it's Berserker!"

Irisviel's voice reached her ears, causing Saber, who was pondering the other person's identity, to decisively give up her thoughts.

Berserkers cannot be judged by common sense. Whether it's the Berserker who drank a certain elixir and transformed into a monster-level Berserker that can't even be called human, or the Berserker who has the ability to fight eleven times and will definitely win eleven times, they are all irrational creatures. Thinking about their true names can only reveal their weaknesses, but there is more to defeating them than just looking for weaknesses in their true names.

Saber, who raised her sword again, seemed ready for the decisive battle. Duanmu Ye, who was watching Lancelot and Saber's contact in the coffee shop in the distance, silently put down the sunflower + tentacle-shaped telescope and fell into eternal silence.

Van Gogh, who was sitting aside and stuffing the cake into his mouth bit by bit, noticed something strange coming from the side. He turned his head gently and saw the resentment that had almost materialized into tentacles and was constantly swaying behind Duanmu Ye.

Van Gogh swallowed and asked tentatively, but Duanmu Ye just stared at the distance where the conflict was taking place and patted his cheek.

"The Saber in this one is Arthur? Why would I have such a dream?"

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Well, there seems to be an event recently, never mind. As I said, I will add one more chapter if you get 500 votes!

Here are two updates. I’ll take a look at them before going to bed. I have no drafts saved, so I have to write now. The author is Zayu, really a private Marseille qwq!

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Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 46: Escape, or fight a two-on-one battle for justice?

Arthur Pendragon can be said to be the real King Arthur in "The Legend of King Arthur". Except for gender, he has almost the same experience as Altria. If there is any difference, it is probably only a slight difference in combat and leadership.

As a woman, Artoria was trained by Merlin as a "king". Embracing the destiny given to her since birth, she led her followers to build what she believed to be an "ideal country" in Britain, a country that was already in danger both internally and externally.

Arthur, as a man, was used as a tool for entertainment by Merry, who called him "King". In the battles against the many behemoths that threatened Britain, he was often left alone by Merry because she considered those behemoths too powerful. The skill of "Giant Beast Hunter" accumulated after experiencing many hard battles was the proof that he had defeated them all.

It can be said that although the two have similar experiences and can be said to be two identical yet different isotopes in different worlds, the difference in training and guidance has led to fundamentally different views on things, but unsurprisingly, their ideals are surprisingly consistent.

——Change and subvert this predetermined ending!

Of course, if Duanmu Ye were asked to choose between Altria and Arthur as his opponent in this Holy Grail War, he would definitely choose Altria over Arthur.

Although theoretically, Artoria, without the restraint of the scabbard, can directly release the power of the Sword of Promised Victory after meeting certain special requirements, it is ultimately only a theoretical thing. During the Fourth World War, Artoria even wavered in her own wishes. Even if this theory is really realized, he can use Usum's ability to interfere with Artoria's will like he controlled Lancelot.

But Arthur is different. Artoria will still hold back when facing evil, but Arthur will not tolerate anything that is called, even if it is just a little bit of evil. To some extent, he and Emiya Kiritsugu may have a very high compatibility, but to some extent, their compatibility is extremely poor.

It is precisely because of this that Arthur Pendragon, the almost perfect embodiment of the "Partner of Justice," is determined. Even if he had not been summoned by Aika Sajo, he was more determined than Altria to achieve his wish of restoring his country. Usum's ability was greatly reduced for him.

Duanmu Ye, who was holding his head in the coffee shop and didn't want to admit the fact, felt a headache. Thinking about it carefully, what gave him the most headache was not any of the above. Compared with Altria's paper setting, the semi-liberated holy sword with real expressiveness was the real thing that gave him a headache.

In Fate/Prototype and the Blue Silver Fragments, which are mainly played by Arthur Pendragon, he once released six seals to destroy the young form of the Beast of Apocalypse, and after releasing seven seals, he repelled and destroyed the huge wave of Nabisting released by Gilgamesh and Gilgamesh himself.

The scabbard formed by the thirteen seals can exert its most powerful strength once the votes exceed half, and among the several seals known to Duanmu Ye, he is the best.

Regardless of how many of these seals he had occupied, the special attack effect against humans after releasing the holy sword alone was enough to restrain him completely.

When he met Gilgamesh before, he thought that someone as arrogant as him would definitely not use the Heaven's Chain, which also had a special attack threat to humans, to deal with him. And the fact was just as he imagined. Instead of using the Heaven's Chain, Gilgamesh was more willing to use the King's Treasure, which he was proud of, to prove his overwhelming strength.

But Arthur is different, he will really fight when there is trouble, and he will really go all out when there is a threat!

At this moment, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Everything was fine up front, but how could such a threatening guy suddenly appear? How could he quickly resolve the Holy Grail War?!

Thinking of this, Duanmu Ye slammed the table hard. There were not many people in the coffee shop, and only Van Gogh, who looked concerned, was startled.

"Let's go home, Van Gogh. I'm a little sleepy!"

"Eh... now?"

Duanmu Ye nodded. He was not sure whether Emiya Kiritsugu was here. With that guy's vigilance, if he saw the same person appear repeatedly in every place where servants fought, he would definitely investigate and then assassinate him.

Although he is not very afraid of assassination now, exposing his identity and base is still a bit of a headache.

The shouts from the street made Duanmu Ye feel inexplicably annoyed, just like the crazy thoughts that arise after one's rationality has decreased. Some thoughts of wanting those guys who kept shouting to shut up forever kept popping up in his mind like mushrooms after rain.

The thought that was not obvious before seemed to be magnified at this moment. Duanmu Ye covered his head and supported himself on the table, barely able to stabilize his body, but Van Gogh had already grasped his hand on the table with a worried look on his face.

"Summon Lord Lancelot back... If... if he's injured or something, I can restore him by completing his portrait!"

Van Gogh's voice trembled a little, and she seemed to have realized that something was wrong with her, but Duanmu Ye shook her head in her heart.

This won't do... If I make Van Gogh worry about me, how can I be considered an adult? How can I be considered a Master?

The battle between Lancelot and Arthur had already developed into a hand-to-hand fight. Even though Lancelot's stats were not inferior to Arthur's, Duanmu Ye did not allow him to use the indestructible lake light, so he was naturally unable to cope with the suppression from Arthur in all aspects.

Should I just run away in disgrace because the other party restrained themselves, or should I step forward and fight a righteous two-on-one battle?

Duanmu Ye already has his own answer in his heart...

"van gogh."

Looking at the worried girl beside him, Duanmu Ye called her name. She was a little flustered like a frightened bird, but still nodded in response.

"I'm going to support Berserker. Can you go home alone?"

These words made Van Gogh hesitate to speak, but he finally let go of Duanmu Ye's hand.

"I...I understand, Duanmu, I will go back first..."

As the glass door of the cafe was gently closed and a bell rang, a figure slowly rose from the corner, and a menu covering his short orange hair fell from above his head at the same time.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the orange-haired girl, a subtle curve appeared at the corner of the orange-haired young man's mouth.

"Master, Master! Did you see that girl? She has the body of a child, but she has the heartbeat of a young girl. I really want to see her heart, Master! Her heart must be very beautiful!"

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