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

His Noble Phantasm had indeed hit the opponent, and unlike the magic power released before, it was not absorbed by Caster. However, the feeling of it piercing Caster's body was like inserting a hand into the body of a slime, soft, cold, and indescribable...

For the first time, he doubted whether he had really hit the opponent...

"Saber! I'm so glad you're okay! Kiritsugu seems angry, so please come back first!"

Irisviel's voice reached his ears, and he looked up. Apart from the starry sky revealed by the clouds blown away by the Noble Phantasm, there was no trace of either Caster or Lancelot.

The holy sword in his hand still shone with a sacred light. Arthur gazed at the sky quietly, his figure gradually fading in silence until he disappeared into the air. He did not respond to Irisviel and Emiya Kiritsugu's words...

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Fast forward to the re-enactment of Arthur's famous scene——

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 53: The Transfer Ritual of the Command Spell, a Request for Help from Van Gogh

Located in the deepest part of the forest at the foot of the Fuyuki Mountains, a castle that had been silent for a long time was lit up with light. The figures running around in it were all similar, as if they were puppets carved out of the same mold, constantly taking care of the entire castle.

At the same time, in the basement of Einzbern Castle, the blond young man standing in the center of the magic circle looked calm, as if he had already anticipated what was going to happen next.

"Kiritsugu... If you had adopted Saber to me, it wouldn't be you who would finally stand before the Holy Grail..."

Irisviel stood in front of Emiya Kiritsugu. For Emiya Kiritsugu, who was lighting a cigarette with a calm expression, even Irisviel's plea was of no use.

"I can't think of any way other than destroying a familiar that won't obey my orders. If it weren't for my pursuit of the miracle of the Holy Grail, I would have forced him to commit suicide with the Command Spell."

As a professional magician killer, every step he takes is the result of a long-term plan. This time, he came to Fuyuki to participate in the Holy Grail War. He had been planning everything for today since he learned about the miracle of the Holy Grail from the Einzbern family nine years ago.

Just now, the information came in that the physical condition of Matou Kariya, the Master who controls Berserker, did not support him in a long-term battle. He also learned of Saber's motive for using her Noble Phantasm. He could have used it with anti-aircraft missiles to severely damage Berserker, but he chose to expose his Noble Phantasm and attack Caster, a figure who still had many unsolved mysteries...

Saber disrupted all his rhythms, whether it was the assassination of other magicians or the exposure of her true name. He was not sure whether other servants had noticed the battle in the commercial street and recognized Saber... Such an action had obviously exceeded his limit of tolerance.

"Eri, from now on you will be the real Master of Saber, and you will be the one to convey all the instructions to him." Emiya Kiritsugu paused, took a deep puff of cigarette, looked at Saber not far away and spoke again.

"Of course, I'll also tell you exactly what to do. Now that you've been completely exposed, don't even think about going out shopping for now."

Irisviel opened her mouth. Although she wanted to continue to persuade Kiritsugu, it was obvious that she couldn't do it...

"Emiya Kiritsugu, you should know that on the day your plan goes ahead, everyone in this Holy Grail War will believe that Irisviel is my Master. As the true Master operating in secret, you should understand that after transferring the Command Seals to Irisviel, if anything happens to her, you will no longer have the possibility of touching the Holy Grail."

Saber, who had been silent for a long time, spoke at this moment, causing Irisviel, who had been hesitant to speak, to look in his direction in surprise.

Without a doubt, this was exactly what she wanted to say to Kiritsugu. She didn't care about her own death. She had been instilled with the mission of Einzbern since she was born. If her death could bring Kiritsugu victory or obtain the Holy Grail, she would not hesitate to give him everything she had.

But at this moment, she was also afraid that with the Command Seals transferred, her death would prevent Kiritsugu from obtaining the Holy Grail, and all his efforts over the years would be in vain...

In response, Emiya Kiritsugu did not look in Saber's direction, but instead put out the cigarette in his hand, walked towards Irisviel, and held her in his arms.

"Eri, if you become Saber's Master, I think both he and I will be able to throw ourselves into the battle without worrying too much about other things. With the Command Seals, you will be able to make Saber react immediately even when facing danger, and I will be able to go to the bases of each contestant with greater peace of mind and kill them one by one..."

"What about the final Holy Grail?"

Irisviel's voice made Emiya Kiritsugu stunned for a moment, then he smiled calmly.

"You know my wish, and you can help me realize it when the time comes..."

"So you're going to kill those magicians?"

Saber's voice came from not far away, but Emiya Kiritsugu just spoke casually without even thinking.

"I've never considered killing to be a noble thing, but if it can save more people, if I can just sacrifice some of the cost in exchange for a future where more people can live, then it's not a problem for me to be the executioner."

Saber remained silent, silently gripping the sword in her hand, and did not answer.

The ceremony of transferring the Command Spells also began after the two separated, but for some reason, Irisviel, who was at the center of another magic circle, felt vaguely uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

In a trance, she seemed to see the shadow under Saber slightly distorted, as if countless pairs of eyes opened in the dark shadow, and as if some twisted living creature moved in the shadow, but disappeared the next moment.

......

In the dark alley, Lancelot was kneeling on the ground not far away, but Duanmu Ye, who seemed unaware, was muttering to himself.

"Arthur's Master has changed to Irisviel... He gave up on Saber so decisively. It seems their relationship is even worse than imagined."

Through Arthur's shadow, Duanmu Ye saw the image projected into his mind. Although there was no sound, he could roughly guess what Kiritsugu Emiya was going to do.

Duanmu Ye's face also looked unhappy as he lowered his eyes to look at Lancelot who was kneeling not far away and took his eyes off Arthur.

"He is not the king you are familiar with, Lancelot. You must understand that the king who can hold you accountable is not here. Even if their experiences are nearly identical to yours, if begging for his death can alleviate the guilt within you, then you may as well go to Einzbern Castle and die!"

Just at a certain moment just now, Duanmu Ye realized that Lancelot was almost crazy and wanted to force Arthur to kill him. Even if he simply wanted to defeat him or kill him, he tried his best to pursue such a death.

Duanmu Ye didn't want to lose a trump card that could be used against Gilgamesh so quickly. As mentioned before, if Lancelot was killed like this, it would make him very troubled.

"He is not my king...even though they look so much alike..."

It was as if he was in a state of confusion. Despair, self-blame, difficulty in accepting and other emotions were transmitted to him through Wusum's control. Duanmu Ye couldn't help feeling helpless when watching this scene.

If he had been like this when he first came into contact with Lancelot, it would have saved me a lot of trouble. Unfortunately, there is no if.

"Of course, I have a way for you to see the King Arthur you want to see."

It shouldn't be difficult to create dreams about these things with the help of the Water Priest's ability. Although he's not sure, Duanmu Ye doesn't want the "Jie Xu Sheng" in his hand to only have wine but no killing.

But before Duanmu Ye could say the condition of "just dream", Van Gogh's cry for help rang in his mind.

"Duan, Duanmu...come back soon..."

Water, Wind, Flower: A bounty! Deadline: 9:27, September th, no upper limit!

Although only one reward was satisfied last time, Qingfeng still paid back three full chapters!

During this period, I have also fulfilled my promise to update once every 500 words. In short, I am typing furiously while being injured (crying)

Well, since there seems to be an anniversary event, I just raised the bounty conditions a bit. After all, there is no upper limit (kneel)

2000 recommendation votes plus one more update

300 monthly tickets plus one more update

20000 reward plus one more chapter

200 blades plus one more

Silver Treasure Box plus five more chapters

Everyone is happy with the golden treasure chest plus ten more chapters

Although I think I will never receive the last few, I'll leave the first few to you readers! The reward ends at midnight on September 9th, a whole week away, and there are also activities and so on. Just imagining it is a bit scary.

But life still requires the courage to try. After all, I only paid back three chapters last time, and this time I should owe more than ten or twenty chapters in seven days. I feel that by the time I pay it back, I will have almost finished writing the content of the first volume and started writing the second volume (scratching my head).

Anyway, please, future me!

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 54: I'll be by your side the moment you ask for help

There seemed to be something extra in the night sky. Kotomine Ri, who was in the church, stopped flipping through the Bible and walked out of the church.

Looking into the distance, the smoke rising from the commercial street was particularly noticeable. Although he immediately ordered the use of an earthquake as an excuse to cover up this fact, he still couldn't help feeling a little confused.

"In this Holy Grail War, have the Servants become so uncontrollable..."

Even though he was experienced, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless when this situation seemed to have disregarded the rules of the Holy Grail War, which had to be conducted in secret, and brought it to the table.

The complicated work has increased. I originally wanted my son to stay in this church honestly. After losing Assassin, he should be qualified to continue staying here.

But Kotomine Kirei seems to have his own ideas, and the rebellious period in his twenties makes Kotomine Risei, who is already troubled, even more troubled.

After a helpless sigh, Kotomine Risei turned around and returned to the church. It was supposed to be a neutral place where no one would invade each other, but it had become somewhat damaged because of Rider's attack and Archer's bombing last night.

A spaceship made of gold and green quietly came over the commercial street where the scene was being counted. At this moment, the King of Gold had an extremely unhappy look on his face as he used the magic equipped on the spaceship to become invisible.

"They actually ran away? What a bunch of rats!"

"I'm ashamed that the king waited so patiently and even came all the way to this filthy place to challenge him to a one-on-one fight, and he actually ran away!"

Kneeling on one knee, Tōsaka Tokiomi didn't say a word. He vaguely felt that his Archer's temper had become even more violent than before, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He could only whisper to himself.

If it were before, Tōsaka Tokiomi would still be able to have a conversation. Although Archer was still extremely arrogant at that time, he definitely had not become a true "tyrant" like he is now.

Tōsaka Tokiomi believed that if he said something at this moment, given Archer's current state, he would probably choose to bomb the entire Fuyuki just to pull that Caster out of this place.

Even with the foundation accumulated in Fuyuki for hundreds of years, Tōsaka Tokiomi could not deal with such an event. The Matou family has been destroyed. If the Tōsaka family is also affected by this, how will Rin face his future life?

"Tokiomi, you seem to have something to say to me?"

"Lift your head and tell me what you are thinking!"

Archer's voice came from the front. Not daring to neglect for a moment, Tōsaka Tokiomi raised his head, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the long shadow on the throne.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes in the shadow that were as arrogant as Archer's, and they met his gaze. The chill brought by the moment Archer was summoned made Tōsaka Tokiomi's body tremble uncontrollably.

"My king... maybe we should wait a little longer..."

"Hmm... Do you have any ideas about Caster's whereabouts, Tokiomi?"

An expression of admiration appeared on Archer's face. For some reason, these emotions that should have been hidden under arrogance were magnified afterwards.

He naturally wouldn't care about these things. After all, no matter what emotions he showed, he would only be admired by others. With the title of "the strongest", he would undoubtedly prove to the people of this era that he was back to dominate!

In other words, he had lost the ability to think too much, and all his actions were just following his body's instincts...

Unaware of this, Tōsaka Tokiomi raised his head, attributing everything he had just seen to an illusion caused by being too afraid of Archer. After all, how could a person's shadow have eyes?

"Caster's goal is probably to hunt down all Servants. He chose to leave before his battle with Saber was truly decided. I think something happened to his Master, forcing him to leave."

What Tōsaka Tokiomi said was true. Archer also saw that it was Saber holding the holy sword who finally transformed into a spirit, while Caster's figure had long since disappeared.

Thinking about it this way, there is some truth to what Tōsaka Tokiomi said...

Archer didn't say anything, but just closed his eyes quietly. The black pharaoh that appeared in his mind seemed to have some special magic, and even he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.

He would not allow the existence of something he feared, so he had to fight Caster one-on-one. Only by defeating him could he overcome this fear...

At the same time, a large-scale power outage seemed to be caused by the movement in the commercial street, and the residential area was also plunged into darkness, with some impatient dog barking coming from time to time.

Van Gogh, who was finishing her painting in the room, stopped painting. Although she had felt something strange on the way home, the feeling as if she was being watched did not disappear after she returned home.

Of course, Van Gogh, who was staying in the "Yellow House", could clearly tell that there were no such gazes coming from inside the house. Even though she had lost some of her power, she could still sense that those gazes were coming from somewhere outside the house.

The painting of Arthur is much clearer than the unfinished Iskandar, but it is only slightly clearer and cannot be drawn as smoothly as the completed painting of Gilgamesh.

It was as if something was blocking his inspiration, but it only made the painting movements intermittent. In fact, he still managed to draw a considerable amount of details. Although he didn't know why it was limited to the lower body, Van Gogh thought that if Duanmu Ye came back and saw such a painting, he would definitely praise himself, right?

Thinking of this, the strange feeling of being stared at was gradually covered by the rising warmth. But the next moment, the door lock made a slight sound, which was particularly obvious amid the barking of dogs outside the window that suddenly stopped.

"Duan...Duanmu?"

Van Gogh weakly opened the door, walked cautiously towards the stairs leading downstairs, and looked down from above.

There seemed to be something constantly wriggling on the shaking door handle. That thing was replacing the key and kept operating until some point in the future when the locked door would be completely opened.

Duanmu Ye, who carried the key with him, naturally could not open the door in this way. Van Gogh, who was lying on the stairs, had a bad premonition in his heart, and the door was opened at this moment, revealing two figures standing outside the door.

That was not Duanmu Ye, nor was it Lancelot. Van Gogh saw a very serious curse on them, which inevitably made Van Gogh ask for help from Duanmu Ye who was far away outside.

Immediately, a hand was placed on her shoulder, and her body jumped suddenly, while she continued to wave her hands with clenched fists and launched an attack that had no lethality at all.

"Don't be afraid, Van Gogh. It's me. Leave the rest to me..."

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 55: Now that you’re here, don’t even think about leaving!

When only a few starlights shone into the room, Ryunosuke Uryu, who was standing at the door, was excited. Even though this was the countless times he had broken into other people's homes, he was still so expectant and excited every time he entered.

The figure of the sunflower-like girl in his memory echoed in his mind: her small figure, her heartbeat, the scent of sunflowers. At this moment, he greedily felt these things that had become dull because he had to keep a distance from her in order to avoid being discovered.

She is here, the prey that made him fall in love at first sight, she is in this yellow house!

"Ah, sir, just throw that thing on the sofa over there. Although it's something prepared for the front department, if you don't use a model to design the shape properly, you won't get a perfect work of art."

His originally high spirits suddenly seemed to remember something and he pointed to the sofa not far away. And under the tall figure behind Ryunosuke Uryu, an extremely petite little girl suddenly walked out.

His empty eyes seemed to be controlled by some force, and the next moment after he let go of his hand, he walked towards the sofa on his own.

"Master, there seem to be some bad rumors circulating outside recently. Should we find a suitable base to continue our artistic creation?"

An extremely emotional voice rang out in the room. The words spoken by the figure behind Ryunosuke Uryuu made the former ponder for a moment, but he quickly gave up thinking.

"Never mind that! I just heard a very interesting sound! It sounded like a kitten crying, and it was hard to ignore. I can't wait to turn it into a perfect work of art!"

"Master, master, let's do it again. Let's work together and create something super cool!"