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

In the sacred church, countless lights and shadows were constantly intertwined. They seemed to come alive, constantly colliding and devouring each other, forming a strange scene behind the little girl that was difficult to describe in words.

However, on the other end of the phone, which she almost needed to hold with both hands, Kotomine Kirei's face was cold and expressionless.

"Ying, were you responsible for the teacher's disappearance?"

"What are you talking about, Uncle Kirei? How could I kidnap my father? Instead of those things, find some new fun before your death..."

There were some "beep" sounds coming from the other end of the landline phone. Kotomine Kirei gently put down the phone and looked at the empty Tōsaka Mansion with an unchanged expression.

Although he came here to find out what his teacher's plans were after losing Archer, Kotomine Kirei learned about his teacher's disappearance from Tōsaka Rin.

It was like a living person disappeared out of thin air. No trace of him could be found in the entire Fuyuki area, which even gave Kotomine Kirei the illusion that he had been assassinated by Emiya Kiritsugu.

But it was obvious that this illusion was just his own illusion after all. The only person who made his teacher disappear as if he had been wiped out from this world was that "Matou Sakura".

However, even though he had some guesses in his mind and was quite certain, Kotomine Kirei did not ask any further questions.

That "Matou Sakura" knew clearly what he wanted. The sense of guilt for killing his father turned into an uncontrollable heartbeat after witnessing his father's desperate death. The feeling of "coming back to life" still makes him linger on it to this day.

That's right, he survived just to see the despair displayed by the people on this malicious earth. Only the emotions gained from the suffering of others could make him feel that he was still alive.

At this moment, he walked in front of Toosaka Aoi and saw her fainting because of Toosaka Tokiomi's disappearance. The pain struggling on that beautiful face made Kotomine Kirei's mouth curl up slightly into a smile, and Toosaka Aoi's expression also slowly moved a little in such a struggle.

"Kirei? Why are you here? Where's Tokiomi? Is he back?"

It seemed that Toosaka Aoi's awakening was a bit untimely. Kotomine Kirei, who did not appreciate enough the painful expression Toosaka Aoi showed in her coma, did not feel any regret or unsatisfied because of it.

As early as in his contact with "Matou Sakura", Kotomine Kirei already knew what he really wanted in his heart. Rather than making others feel pain like a flash in the pan, it is better to give them hope and then bring despair, letting others step by step come into contact with despair in the unattainable hope, and thus completely and actively seek death on his own.

According to the Lord's teachings, suicide will not lead to heaven, and as a messenger of God, he will naturally selflessly send those desperate people who want to commit suicide to a way that allows them to see the Lord, drowning them in irreparable despair. This is what he expects and what that "Matou Sakura" wants to see.

At this moment, facing Tōsaka Aoi's question, Kotomine Kirei's expression was as calm as ever, but it was also mixed with a hint of sadness, as if he remembered something.

"Master's Wife, I am helpless in the face of Master's departure. His Servant lost his life last night in a fight with another Servant. I originally wanted to come here in person to offer Master the victor's reward, but unfortunately, even I have no idea where Master is..."

"How could that be! Kirei, you must think of a way. Where's Father Risei? He has so many acquaintances in Fuyuki. He must be able to find Tokiomi!"

Toosaka Aoi's emotions began to become agitated. She felt as if she had had a dream that she could not recall. The details in the dream were extremely painful. The feeling of having lost everything made her desperately want to find some comfort in reality, but what she got was Kotomine Kirei's ruthless answer.

Silence filled the room. Tōsaka Aoi, who was held in Kotomine Kirei's arms, froze in place. She seemed to vaguely recall the contents of her dream. Father Risei's death seemed to be the beginning of all the pain.

"I'm sorry, Master's wife. My father... unfortunately died suddenly last night from overwork while trying to save the people of Fuyuki..."

“How could it be… How could it be…”

Tōsaka Aoi's eyes lost focus, and while she kept muttering to herself, she didn't notice that the corners of Kotomine Kirei's mouth were constantly rising.

The despair emanating from Toosaka Aoi made Kotomine Kirei feel an unprecedented pleasure, especially the lie to someone as familiar as Toosaka Aoi, which made him feel a hundred times better than smoking more than ten cigarettes in one breath!

At this moment, Kotomine Kirei no longer wanted to ask what Emiya Kiritsugu had found in Einzbern nine years ago. At this moment, he had found the meaning of his existence, and Emiya Kiritsugu must have found the same thing. In the castle of Einzbern, he found the meaning of giving everything.

"Kirei... Where's Rin? Have you seen Rin?"

After a long time, as if she suddenly thought of something, Tōsaka Aoi once again looked at Kotomine Kirei beside her, and a little bright red began to seep out from the place where she grabbed the other's clothes, but at this moment Kotomine Kirei seemed to be unaware of it, admiring this straw that he had grabbed after despair.

A moment of pain is certainly heartbreaking, but what Kotomine Kirei pursues is the emotion of constantly struggling in pain and being unable to let go for a long time. This is exactly what Toosaka Aoi shows at this moment, grasping at the straw of hope again and again, and being burned by reality again and again.

"Rin..."

Kotomine Kirei paused, and in his empty eyes appeared the figure who ran out of the mansion after hearing that his father was missing. At this moment, he thought of a very interesting explanation.

"I'm sorry, Master's wife. I tried to stop her, but Rin... after she learned about the teacher's disappearance, she bit my hand and ran out of the mansion..."

As he spoke, Kotomine Kirei raised his right hand wrapped in gauze, with a hint of pain still visible on his face, as if it was really as he said, that it was the bandage he had applied after being bitten by Tōsaka Rin.

Rin, she wouldn't do that...

Toosaka Aoi really wanted to convince herself this way, but the facts were right in front of her. Just as she had to believe that Toosaka Tokiomi had not returned at the agreed time, he might have encountered an unexpected reality. It was not impossible that Rin would do something extreme after experiencing such a cruel thing.

At this moment, Tōsaka Aoi was unable to say anything. As she covered her face and cried, Kotomine Kirei silently comforted her.

But at this moment, Kotomine Kirei did not take his eyes off Tōsaka Aoi in his arms for even a moment. The despair overflowing from his trembling body made his heart beat violently again, and even a slight radiant blush appeared on his face.

As for Kotomine Kirei, who already knew the whereabouts of Tōsaka Tokiomi, he didn't care what that "Matou Sakura" was going to do to his teacher, but if possible, he hoped to see his teacher's desperate expression towards him. After all, eating only the dish of Tōsaka Aoi was a bit too monotonous.

.......

"Master... can we really find Mr. Tōsaka Tokiomi like this?"

Van Gogh's voice came tremblingly. On this street that was barely a complete road, Duanmu Ye, who was riding a tricycle and strolling around, seemed extremely relaxed and comfortable.

"Van Gogh, there's an old saying in China: 'Things will work themselves out when the time comes.' For many things, the more you rush, the less likely you are to accomplish them. Only by doing things calmly can you achieve perfection."

Duanmu Ye's words left Van Gogh confused. Unable to think clearly, Van Gogh simply turned his gaze towards the houses around him that were destroyed by the tsunami and floods. At this moment, most of them had been repaired, and many of them seemed to have people gathered.

The presence of Fuyuki's original residents and external rescue teams brought some life back to the entire city that had suffered from the tsunami. As one of the witnesses who saw what happened last night, Van Gogh couldn't help but be curious about what made the people in this city respond to such things so skillfully and quickly.

"This kind of thing... should be considered normal in Japan."

"Eh?"

Duanmu Ye's sudden words made Van Gogh blink. He withdrew his gaze from the street and looked at Duanmu Ye beside him. The latter also explained with a chuckle.

"Japan suffers numerous natural disasters every year, including tsunamis caused by earthquakes, earthquakes caused by tsunamis, and even a dormant volcano somewhere that hasn't erupted yet."

"Although the tsunami we encountered last night was considered a once-in-a-millennium event, it only submerged the entire city and did not cause any other damage. The only serious loss was the port, which was completely destroyed by Emiya Kiritsugu's explosives."

Duanmu Ye calmly explained to Van Gogh the currently rebuilt Fuyuki City. Although he was a little surprised at the astonishing speed of such reconstruction, when he thought about it carefully, Fuyuki City, which had to experience many earthquakes, tsunamis, and even gas explosions throughout the year, could adapt to such disasters so easily. It was worthy of being a place with spiritual veins and it was truly "a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

"Is this the survival of the fittest..."

Van Gogh murmured. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the people living in this city. They had experienced so many disasters and were still able to live so tenaciously in this city. They were just like the fixed NPCs in some game, who would always return to their positions after being expelled.

But as Van Gogh watched the scene moving backwards, he couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

Can just riding a bike around the streets like this really help Miss Lin find her father?

Just as he thought of this, the three-wheeled motorcycle stopped in front of a Sichuan restaurant. Duanmu Ye took off his helmet and walked into the restaurant casually. Van Gogh followed closely behind him and pushed open the door, but soon squatted down with his hands covering his mouth and nose.

"Oh, it's you. Did you bring any money today?"

The appearance of Nüba did not surprise Duanmu Ye. Rather, it was her absence that would have made Duanmu Ye confused.

The spicy smell rushed to his face. Looking at Van Gogh who was squatting on the ground and curled up beside him, Duanmu Ye couldn't help feeling helpless.

"Manager Ba, I'm here to ask you about someone. As one of the people in charge of this commercial street, I'm sure you've heard of Tōsaka Tokiomi. He's disappeared now. Could you please help investigate?"

Duanmu Ye spoke with an apologetic smile. The girl in front of him, who was half a head shorter than him, could not be looked at with ordinary eyes. In Chinese legend, she was the daughter of Huangdi and a deity who could turn a thousand miles of land into wasteland.

But to Duanmu Ye, who was not a guest but wanted to know the information, Nüba's face was full of an expression of "I won't help".

"You're not here to eat, so you won't find anything to do if you're just chatting. You might as well just go back to where you came from. You don't need to ask me for help."

The words spoken in dialect seemed to have a very obvious meaning of driving away the guests, but as a native Chinese, although he was not proficient in Sichuan dialect, he could still understand some of the meaning.

"I've been inconsiderate. We came here hungry all day, and we were asked to come straight to the point. Let's order right away!"

"But Duanmu...we just..."

Van Gogh had just opened his mouth when Duanmu Ye covered his mouth and he could not continue.

Seeing that Nüba's expression was much calmer than before, Duanmu Ye pulled Van Gogh to sit on the chair beside him, picked out a few dishes from the menu that were slightly more normal than Mapo Tofu and Soup Dumplings, and asked for two glasses of ice milk just in case.

As the spicy food was wolfed down, Nüba, who was sitting opposite, also showed a very relieved smile.

"I have indeed seen the man you are looking for. Last night, when it was raining heavily, a black fog swept him away. And then, he disappeared."

Black fog?

Duanmu Ye frowned, and even Van Gogh looked at Duanmu Ye's profile in confusion.

Nüba didn't seem to be lying, but Duanmu Ye thought about it carefully. He was still busy playing chess with Gilgamesh last night. How could he have had the chance to turn into black mist and kidnap Tōsaka Tokiomi?

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I've been feeling better after two days, so I'll resume updating from today. If I feel better, 1 words a day shouldn't be a problem (maybe?)

Water, Wind, Flowers: Chapter 82: Was it like this before Van Gogh?

"Is that person important to you? Why would you care so much about someone who's not important?"

Nüba held her chin and looked at the two people in front of her with curiosity.

Although she knew much more about where Tōsaka Tokiomi had gone than what she was saying at the moment, she was still curious about the two people in front of her and wanted to find him to do something.

Duanmu Ye, lost in thought, looked embarrassed. He had a vague feeling that something was not good, but he did not dare to admit that such a reality really existed.

After all, apart from the fact that he possessed some of Nyar-Latotep's power and was able to briefly transform into a black crawling mist, and apart from the fact that Nyar-Latotep really descended here, Duanmu Ye could not think of any other explanation for the fact that Tohsaka Tokiomi disappeared after being swept away by the black mist.

But how could such a thing be possible? How could Nyar-Latotep possibly have come here?

You have to know that even in the world line of FGO, those outer gods cannot come in person. They can only cast some tentacles into the earth to infect some people who are deeply afraid and desperate, or bring indescribable inspiration to some creators to create works that can expand their influence.

Secondly, it is to leave her own traces on those heroic spirits who are related to herself and others, such as Katsushika Hokusai's Cthulhu, Abigail's Yog-Sothoth, Yang Yuhuan's Ctuyak, BB's Nyar Latotep, and even Van Gogh, a false heroic spirit fabricated by combining the power of many foreign gods. What truly represents her is Clytie's body and Van Gogh's soul.

Carefully recalling everything he had done so far, he wondered what actions would lead to the arrival of Nia Latotep. The only person he could think of was Sakura Matou, with whom he had a close friendship.

But Sakura Matou's death was a foregone conclusion. Even the power that killed her was the pollen she inhaled that exploded from her body. It was the power of Usum and was not contaminated by Nya Latotep.

No matter how he thought about it, no matter how he considered it, the conclusions that could be drawn from the equation regarding the advent of Nyar-Latotep were untenable. The black mist that swept away Tōsaka Tokiomi might not be the answer he had imagined, but rather the actions of the Hundred Faces of Hassan left behind by Kotomine Kirei...

Even so, Duanmu Ye still did not give up the answer that it was Nyar Ratiotep who interfered. He always had to prepare for the worst possible scenario. If it was just Kotomine Kirei's Assassin, it would be fine, but if it was really Nyar Ratiotep who came, then he really had to consider committing suicide.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Is that guy important to you?"

"I was just entrusted with this..."

Duanmu Ye held his forehead with a headache. The answer made his SAN value drop continuously at this moment. Knowing who Nia Ratotep was, even Duanmu Ye felt a little overwhelmed by the actual fear.

And the fact is just as it is said, this is just a task entrusted by Toosaka Rin. If the target of the crusade is really Nya Ratotep, then Duanmu Ye does not mind unilaterally opening Run.

But Nüba had obviously anticipated such a reaction.

"Since you've been entrusted with this, why not just leave it alone? If you work so hard on something, you might end up risking your life, you know?"

Looking at the girl in front of him who was squinting and smiling at him, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but look contemptuous.

There is very little information about her. All we know so far are some descriptions from interviews. Duanmu Ye knows nothing about her settings.

But at the moment, it seems that the guy in front of him also has the attribute of a fun-loving person. Isn't it a very strange thing that there are so many fun-loving people gathered together in this world?

Thinking of this, Duanmu Ye's head began to hurt again, but Nuba did not stop talking because of the headache.

"Why don't you come work for me? The last time I saw Chinese people here was about sixty years ago, when there was quite a bit of unrest in China."

Nüba held her chin with her hand, and a ray of red light came through her squinting eyes. The temperature in the entire store continued to rise because of this, but there was no trace of any magic power flowing.

Van Gogh, who was somewhat dehydrated due to the high temperature, kept pouring warm water from the kettle into his mouth. However, compared to Van Gogh's violent reaction, Duanmu Ye, who was emitting a yellow halo all over his body, had a solemn expression.

"If this is a threat, then I think there's no need for us to continue this discussion. The former head of the Tousaka family has already promised me that he'll give me two shops on the commercial street after he finds her father. Just renting them out and collecting rent would bring in a considerable income. There's no need to come here and endure the unbearable heat."

Duanmu Ye's eyes were cold. The temperature around him was so high that Van Gogh even put down the kettle in his hand. The rolling sound coming from it was the sound of boiling water.

She gently held Van Gogh's hand under the table and shared the protection of the Nobleman of Wind with him. While covering her body, Van Gogh, who had become dizzy due to the high temperature, gradually calmed down.

"Are you sure you want to go further and further down this path? Even if the path ahead leads to an irreversible hell, will you keep going?"

Nüba was not shaken by such words; instead, she made further responses.

The red gaze fell on Van Gogh. The girl who was like a sunflower was a little unconscious at this moment. As a fairy, she had already seen the clues of what was happening in this world, but she did not intend to interfere too much. After all, many things were beyond her control. Now all she wanted was to protect the Sichuan restaurant she had built with great difficulty in the chaos that might happen next.

Duanmu Ye did not answer, but slowly stood up and took out a 10,000 yen note from his arms and placed it on the table. Perhaps there was still enough change, but Duanmu Ye did not hesitate at all as he took Van Gogh's hand and walked towards the store door.

"The black fog ultimately ended up at the church. If you're interested, you can go to the church and verify its authenticity."

Nüba still had her hands on the table, supporting her cheeks. Her gaze was as hot and spicy as the temperature in the store. She stared at her departing back like a poisonous snake, but Duanmu Ye, who stopped and turned around, was not affected by this.

"I see. Thank you for the information."

The cool breeze when he pushed open the door and walked out made Van Gogh shiver. If he had not experienced the scorching heat of being in the desert at the equator and looking directly at the sun's rays, facing the cold winter wind and the rain falling from the sky at this moment would have seemed extra obvious and comfortable.

"Alive...alive...that store manager is so scary..."

"Van Gogh, we are still standing in front of someone else's store..."

As soon as the words fell, Van Gogh, who had originally breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly became nervous. He jumped to the position behind him like a rabbit with its fur standing on end, and stuck his head out to look at the closed Sichuan restaurant not far away with the utmost intensity.

There is no doubt that the threat induced by Nüba just now has successfully intimidated Van Gogh. As a servant who is so fragile that she will be aware of the slightest movement, Van Gogh kept muttering in his ear that he should leave quickly.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye's mind was filled with what Manager Ba had just said. The black fog went to the location of the church. Isn't the location of the church where Kotomine Kirei is?

Could it be that he really guessed wrong, and the one who kidnapped Tōsaka Tokiomi was really just Kotomine Kirei's Assassin?

"Let's go, Van Gogh. It's time to verify something."

As he got back on the three-wheeled motorcycle, Duanmu Ye's eyes showed a little more determination.