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

I wanted to take out a cigarette from my bag, but there was no trace of a cigarette box in my empty trouser pocket.

Emiya Kiritsugu had to give up and thought about it. According to the estimated time, Kenneth should have accepted Caster's gift, but why didn't Hisau Maiya press the detonation button yet?

As the elevator opened, Emiya Kiritsugu walked out of the darkness and pushed open the door to the rooftop, and saw a scene that shocked his pupils. At this moment, Hisau Maiya had lost her head, and her head looked like a blooming sunflower.

Blood flowed from the head to the ground. The corpse sitting on the rooftop facing the gate had a button in his hand that had not been pressed...

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Quack! I've been busy visiting relatives with my family these past two days, so I'll only update once today (dark and twisted crawling)

Water, Wind, Flower: Leave request: Ten hours of hard seat, really tired

I walked a long way with my family during the National Day holiday, visited several elders who participated in various activities, and today I have to catch the bus to go back...

I'm really tired these past two days. Today I was so tired after sitting on a hard seat for ten hours. It wasn't just my hands that hurt, but also my butt... After ten hours of sitting on a hard seat, the author feels that youth has no price. It's not impossible to take a hard seat directly to Lhasa. qwq

Anyway, today's leave will be counted as an extra update, together with yesterday's (qwq)

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 78: The Final Battle Forced to Stop

The blood that continued to gather under his body had oxidized, and the dark red pool of blood had even dried up a little.

Hisau Maiya died without even leaving any message. As he had instructed, she left a message about whoever killed her before she died. This was undoubtedly the most difficult thing for Emiya Kiritsugu.

Feeling a little shocked and solemn, Emiya Kiritsugu still walked forward slowly and squatted in front of Hisau Maiya, whose head was bleeding, trying to find any clues about her death on her body.

However, all this seemed to be the result of an unnatural death. There was no trace left anywhere near Hisau Maiya's body. Kiritsugu Emiya did not believe that Hisau Maiya did not leave any information, nor did he believe that Hisau Maiya did not make any records.

Her professionalism is even more rigorous than mine. She will make a brief record of everything that happens. Before he came to Fuyuki, Hisau Maiya had already collected a considerable amount of information about the distribution of forces on this land. While drawing a complete map of Fuyuki and handing it to him, she also recorded everything that happened on Day Zero of the Holy Grail War.

Based on Emiya Kiritsugu's understanding of Hisau Maiya, she would definitely not be the kind of person who would leave nothing behind like this.

As I shifted my gaze from above the corpse downwards, a notebook soaked in blood appeared before my eyes.

It's not that Kiritsugu Emiya is unaware of the existence of this notebook. On the contrary, this notebook is the one he gave to Hisau Maiya to record some information. It is a notebook locked with special magic.

After picking it up from the pool of blood, Emiya Kiritsugu subconsciously opened it, but the next moment, he unconsciously threw it away.

As if he had fallen under some very advanced illusion, there was no relevant information in the notebook that was completely dyed dark red with blood. On the contrary, the handwriting of Hisahi Maiya kept appearing in front of his eyes, constantly questioning why he didn't save her?

Words come alive...

But Hisau Maiya is dead and cannot die any more...

Emiya Kiritsugu made a quick decision and snatched the detonator from the corpse's hand. As he climbed to the edge of the rooftop, he witnessed Lancer being pierced through the chest by the strange yellow-clothed Caster, who took away a magic item that Kenneth had sent to Fuyuki according to the intelligence.

The Three-Base Magic Furnace, like the Moon Spirit Marrow, is a magic ritual that was transformed from the highest-level fantasy that the El-Melloi family has condensed over hundreds of years to excavate from the spirit tomb of Albion. It is the complete form of the magic furnace that is inexhaustible no matter how much it is absorbed.

Unlike the magic gift of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid that always accompanies Kenneth, Kenneth also brought a magic furnace version of the item and sent it to Fuyuki's location.

At this moment, Caster took away the magic furnace and put it into his own bag, which made Caster's existence, which was already very troublesome, even more troublesome and difficult.

Saber has lost her holy sword, and Rider has also suffered heavy losses. Currently, the only one left on the top three riders is Saber, who has lost her holy sword. The bottom four riders include Caster, who is far more powerful than the top three riders, and Berserker, who is hiding somewhere and preparing for a sneak attack.

Although Emiya Kiritsugu had reason to believe that the moment Bersreker appeared and fought with Saber, Bersreker's master, Matou Kariya, had already died of exhaustion in a corner of Fuyuki, and Bersesrker, as the contract object, had withdrawn on his own after Matou Kariya's death.

However, combined with the information Irisviel had previously provided, Emiya Kiritsugu could not help but imagine the worst-case scenario. Perhaps this Caster had used the same method he had used to seduce Kayneth to seize the right to use Berserker from Matou Kariya. From the moment he first came into contact with Berserker, it was Caster who gave the order...

"rat!"

Iskandar was very angry. Even though he had lost the Wheel of Divine Power, with the presence of his beloved horse Bucephalus, he was able to easily combine the blessing of his own Rider class and with a very swift momentum, he wanted to snatch the magic furnace floating in the air from Caster's hands.

It was not to seize the magic furnace for his own use, but to prevent the magic costume brought by Kayneth, which symbolized his life's honor, from falling into the hands of evil people and even being used to harm others.

Although he was very unhappy with Kayneth's arrogant and complacent attitude, in Iskandar's eyes, Kayneth, who sacrificed himself to defeat the evil Caster, was somewhat more pleasing to his eyes than the despicable Caster, which made him express the respect that a warrior should have for Kayneth.

Since he was a warrior recognized by him, Iskandar would not allow his wealth to be taken away by despicable people, especially Caster, who was wrapping poison in a candy-like coating and had been listed as a target for Iskandar to kill.

Holding the short sword that was supposed to be used to summon the divine wheel, Bucephalus' feet were now leaping with purple thunder like the hooves of the divine bull.

Iskandar was extremely angry, so angry that he had forgotten that he and Saber were the only Servants currently in existence, and that his magic power had only just recovered a little.

Weber Velvet slowly raised his arm. The magic power demanded by Iskandar was far higher than the magic power he had accumulated. In all the previous battles alone, he had consumed the sum of the magic power accumulated from birth to now. Now he was constantly consuming the small source in his body, that is, the vitality, to continuously supply magic power to the running Iskandar.

No one was more grief-stricken than Weber Velvet at his teacher's death. Just as his teacher had pointedly commented, he had only thought about himself from beginning to end. It was also because of himself that he had caused his teacher's death...

If, if... if it was his teacher who summoned Iskandar... if the Servant who possessed the magic furnace was Iskandar... would the result be different?

My teacher...wouldn't he have survived?

With this thought in mind, he did not try to stop Iskandar's unauthorized actions, and did not even call him to remind him as he did in the past. The thought that he had killed his teacher made Weber Velvet fall into a kind of madness at this moment, wanting to gamble everything on one throw.

But at the moment he raised his hand, Weber Velvet suddenly became aware of some kind of gaze. It was as if the gaze was locked on him from all directions by countless creatures. At this moment, Weber Velvet, who had his mouth slightly open, was unable to make any sound or even take any action.

He raised his hand to use the Command Spell on Iskandar, but the action only reached the stage of raising his hand before it was impossible to continue.

Just as he fixed his eyes on Caster, who was completely enveloped by the light of thunder and hidden by Iskandar's crimson cloak, the vibration from beneath him made him feel an unprecedented fear.

Immediately afterwards, the flames engulfed the sight, and the yellow and red figures were engulfed by the flames rising from the ground.

Tinnitus... The severe tinnitus prompted Weber Velvet to shake his head continuously. He could no longer tell what was happening. The heart-wrenching pain coming from all over his body seemed so obvious when he couldn't make a sound. But then he found that the pain was gradually subsiding.

In the pitch-black darkness, tiny glimmers of light gradually returned as the tinnitus lessened...

"Is this... Grandpa and Grandma's house?"

On the outskirts of Fuyuki, in a lighted room, Waver blinked and kept looking around.

He clearly remembered that he was at the dock port in Fuyuki City... He clearly remembered that he was fighting Caster at the dock port?

“Ah…it hurts…”

The feeling as if his whole body had been disassembled and then reassembled made Weber Velvet unable to move on the bed. At the same time, Iskandar, who appeared in a short-sleeved shirt, gradually appeared beside him.

"Rider! Did you save me?!"

Weber Velvet was certain that something unimaginable must have happened on that dock. The pain he felt in his body did not seem to be caused by the draining of his magic power, but rather the feeling of falling apart as if he had fallen from a building of ten or twenty stories.

Even in Weber Velvet's calculations, the severe pain his body endured was most likely caused by falling from a tall building or being at the center of an explosion.

It was at this moment that Iskandar, who had been silent all this time, spoke with a serious expression.

"It was Caster who saved us. To be more precise, he saved you. It's already the second day of the Holy Grail War."

Iskandar's words made Waver Velvet's eyes widen. He couldn't believe what he heard and even wondered if he was in an illusion created by Caster.

After all, Iskandar hated liars the most, and he himself was not the kind of guy who would lie. What came out of his mouth must be real events or thoughts. There was no need for him to lie to himself. Even if he lied, the target should definitely not be Caster, but something else.

"Caster saved us? Why would he save us?!"

Facing Weber's questioning, Iskandar, with his arms folded, also had a serious expression on his face. Even he didn't believe that such a thing would happen, but that was the fact.

"We've never figured out Caster's motives, but Masater, even I have to admit that in the explosion that destroyed the entire dock, Caster used some special method to send us here. I've been thinking about this all night..."

Explosion? What explosion?

Weber Velvet was a little confused about what was going on, and even had trouble understanding what Iskandar was saying at the moment.

At this moment, Iskandar slowly stood up from the house, then picked up Weber from the bed and threw him out of the window.

"Let's go and see for ourselves. That amount of explosives is probably comparable to a missile capable of sinking a warship..."

......

"Duanmu? Duanmu—wake up... wake up..."

The sound coming from his ears made Duanmu Ye move his eyelids with difficulty, and the light coming through the slits of his open eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Really... is it already dawn..."

"It's great that you didn't die, Duanmu... It's great that you didn't die..."

The crying sound in his ears gave Duanmu Ye a headache. When he stood up slightly and looked to his side, countless burnt-out white candles appeared in front of him. They were placed around him as if performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

At this moment, Van Gogh was making noises of crying and laughing, which made Duanmu Ye, who had climbed up from the ground, grab her thin shoulders solemnly and turn her face towards him.

Her face was still as rosy and as delicate as a porcelain doll. The beauty that did not belong to a modern woman was fully displayed on her face, and this scene made Duanmu Ye feel slightly relieved.

"I was so scared..."

Since last night, Van Gogh has been acting extremely strangely. At least compared to when he was just brought home, he is now a little more neurotic.

Duanmu Ye wasn't sure if it was because Van Gogh had been with him for so long that he gradually relaxed his temper, but he was really a little afraid that something might happen and Van Gogh would enter the second stage, which would be what he would be like after his spiritual base returned.

But at least, Van Gogh is still very normal now...

"Lancelot, this is for you."

What happened last night ended in an accident. Although Duanmu Ye could roughly guess who caused the explosion, he still gave up the idea of ​​killing Arthur and Iskandar.

Even when he used the power of the Prince of Wind to send himself back to the Yellow House, he also took special care of Weber Velvet, who had almost no chance of surviving the explosion.

To some extent, Duanmu Ye did rescue Weber out of kindness. After all, he was the only one in this Holy Grail War who did not intend to kill his opponent from the beginning. He was also the first one who showed a different fear from others during the first contact. He was as stupid as a college student.

As for whether she would let him go like this the next time they meet... Duanmu Ye was not sure whether she would act on impulse like this at that time.

As the magic furnace snatched from Diarmuid was placed in Lancelot's hand and instantly integrated into the armor, Lancelot was a little surprised but soon relaxed.

Lancelot knelt on one knee outside the white candles, and his voice was heard, "Thank you for giving me this gift. With such magical power, I am sure that even King Arthur's holy sword can be easily dealt with by me."

Lancelot's words made Duanmu Ye blink, and then he couldn't help but chuckle.

"King Arthur's holy sword? I've already taken it away. Now, you are the most powerful familiar in this Holy Grail War!"

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Today is also a chapter. I bought food on the train yesterday and had diarrhea all day. I feel like I'm going to die soon... I've already had an IV and taken medicine. I'll resume normal updates tomorrow (8k-12k)

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 79: Something seems wrong with the jellyfish I ate?

"The King's holy sword was lost... What does that mean?"

It was not because he was insane and unable to think, but precisely because Lancelot was able to use his brain to think about some things at this moment that he found the words coming out of Duanmu Ye's mouth so difficult to understand.

"Literally..."

Faced with Lancelot's sudden confused question, Duanmu Ye seemed a little confused.

You know, the reality that two negatives equal a positive is perfectly illustrated by Lancelot. Although he was originally obtained in order to be a shield to approach Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh once saw something he shouldn't have seen and lost his mind, so Lancelot was not used in the end.

In the current Holy Grail War, Arthur, who has lost the Holy Sword, does not rule out the possibility of using other means to obtain other treasures, and there is no need to worry about Iskandar's King's Army. The suggestion of the Great Flower of Mars has already taken root in his heart. As long as he uses such an inherent barrier on himself, the scene materialized by his mind will be controlled by him along with Iskandar.

As for Hassan of a Hundred Faces, who was kept as a secret by Kotomine Kirei, Duanmu Ye chose to ignore her directly. After all, an Assassin could no longer pose any threat to him. With Lancelot as his trump card, Duanmu Ye had decided to relax in his daily life.

That's right, both Arthur and Iskandar have lost their most threatening abilities. Lancelot alone is enough to resolve the entire Holy Grail War. In the next few days, he does not plan to use the Faceless Walker to disguise himself, nor does he plan to conceal the fact that he is a participant in the Holy Grail War.

"From now on, you will replace Van Gogh as my familiar in this Holy Grail War. This isn't a negotiation, but a notification. After you completely fuse with the magic furnace, transform into a spirit form. I still have things to do."

Duanmu Ye's expression was extremely calm, as if he was instructing about some insignificant matters. He had probably become accustomed to the rhythm of this world and had also adapted to the slight changes in his physical and psychological state.

Would using the power of the Outer Gods have no effect on him? Duanmu Ye thought it did, and sometimes it would even become extremely obvious due to emotional fluctuations. There were even times when Duanmu Ye felt that he was the Outer God, not a normal human being.

This feeling is very subtle, but always when I am about to "become" that kind of existence, there will always be someone who pulls me back to reality from the edge of the abyss.

Looking at Van Gogh who was constantly twisting and turning beside him, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At least at the moment when she was deeply affected, Van Gogh did not seem to be implicated by her. In that moment just now, Duanmu Ye even felt that Van Gogh had used some ability to absorb the negative influence on him into her, just like the skill in the game that can absorb all the curse effects of enemies and friends at the same time. At some point without her knowing, he used that skill on herself, and thus the curse on her was transferred to her.

As Lancelot transformed into a spirit as he finished speaking, his slightly puzzled expression did not attract Duanmu Ye's attention.

After slowly standing up under Van Gogh's puzzled gaze and stepping out of the human-shaped pattern formed by the white candles, Duanmu Ye still looked at Van Gogh who stood up not far away, and forced a gentle smile.

"Are you hungry? I'll go cook first. If you feel sleepy, just rest in your room for a while..."

Duanmu Ye walked out of the room slowly, feeling a little tired. All the previous exhaustion seemed to become particularly obvious today, which made Duanmu Ye, who was holding the wall as he left, a little confused.

In the past two days, Duanmu Ye had taken off his outer god's coat more than once, but he had never felt so weak as he did now. It felt like the powerlessness brought about by having sex eight times in one day. This feeling of being drained made him feel a little puzzled.

"What went wrong..."

Duanmu Ye, who walked downstairs while muttering to himself, naturally did not notice that in the middle of his room, Van Gogh loosened his clenched hands, and on his very healthy skin, there were some cool colors like those in a paint job.

The area where blue and white coexisted was extremely conspicuous on his hand, and at this moment Van Gogh lowered his brows, produced a paintbrush in his hand, and gently used paint similar to his skin to completely cover that touch of cold color.

“Sorry…sorry…”

......

"Van Gogh? Van Gogh?"

The call made Van Gogh slowly raise his head and look at the several very sumptuous dishes placed on the table, all of which were French-style dishes displayed in front of him.