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

"Van Gogh, return to the Yellow House [Het Gele Huis]!"

He was not confused by his defeat, nor did he despair because of the gap in strength. His almost decisive words were accompanied by an inexplicable magical power that enveloped his whole body. Everything in the church began to become blurred, until it turned into another picture in an instant.

"Van Gogh...sister?"

The chill from the icy floor penetrated every part of Van Gogh's body and soul. Even though Rin Tousaka beside him was questioning him with concern, Van Gogh remained motionless, like a broken sunflower, lying quietly on the ground...

There was not a trace of magic power left, and even the contractual connection with Duanmu Ye was severed the moment she evacuated the church. She could no longer sense anything Duanmu Ye was going through, and she could not even detect his existence.

That's right, she no longer felt any pain. Whether it was the transformation of her spiritual base or the tearing of her spirit, all the causes that brought her unparalleled pain disappeared without a trace after she left the church and escaped from the nameless black fog.

But... at this moment, Van Gogh could clearly feel the tears falling from the corners of his eyes, soaking the blanket beneath him, piece by piece, the water stains growing bigger and deeper...

Van Gogh curled up and hugged herself more tightly, as if she wanted to stuff herself into a shell. The pain from the dislocated bones made her senses become extremely clear, but no matter how she curled herself up, the deep feeling of powerlessness that she could do nothing filled her heart with endless self-blame.

It was just like the self-righteous love affair that she (Clytie) tried her best to save. No matter how she tried to save it, no matter how she used all means, what she got in the end was still a dream-like bubble, a reality of having nothing.

She messed up again... It was obvious that she came here because she was attracted by the "Holy Grail", but because she didn't know how to say it, she kept hiding the truth from Duanmu Ye.

She let him fall step by step into the trap of his own creator, cursed him because of his concealment, and put him in such a situation because of his dishonesty...all this was because of her. If she died, would it all end?

He sat up from the carpet as if his soul had been taken away, with a pistol in his hand, and on it was the vibrant oil painting of sunflowers.

This is a self-destructive Noble Phantasm based on the life of Vincent Van Gogh. Strictly speaking, it's not really a Noble Phantasm, but rather the spiritual embodiment of a person who, after being deserted by everyone and trapped in self-blame and regret that he can't easily forgive, chooses to use his own death to escape everything.

His dazed eyes were extremely empty, and he slowly raised the pistol in his hand and placed it on the temple on the side of his head like a puppet. But the next moment, a pair of warm hands pressed down the hand that was about to pull the trigger, preventing him from taking the next step.

"Sister Fan Gogh...you are...Brother Duanmu's Servant, right?"

Toosaka Rin's voice came to his ears. The serious and childish voice of the girl was as full of vitality as the morning sun, which made Van Gogh, who was in a haze, lose his mind for a moment.

Looking sideways, Rin pursed her lips and seemed to want to say something, but she finally restrained the thoughts in her eyes and suddenly became determined.

"Father said that in addition to being summoned by Holy Relics, Servants summoned in the Holy Grail War can also be summoned by relying on their own compatibility. Servants summoned in this way have the best compatibility with their Masters and are more worthy of being entrusted with one's life than Servants summoned by Holy Relics!"

As she spoke, Toosaka Rin's eyes gradually became empty and lifeless, but in the eyes of Van Gogh, who was now in confusion, a little light appeared in her empty eyes because of this scene.

"So, Van Gogh, the Holy Grail War isn't so much a battle royale between seven magicians and their seven familiars, but rather a test of which group has the most compatible personalities and trusts each other the most. Only in this way can they have the best chance of winning the Holy Grail!"

Although these words came from Toosaka Rin's mouth, Van Gogh saw the shadow of Duanmu Ye in her eyes.

The contract that was isolated by the church conveyed reassuring words through the presence of Toosaka Rin. The thoughts that were just filled with suicidal thoughts at this moment had a clear understanding.

Ending his own life would not end it all. The Holy Grail War was not over yet, and the source of the curse had not been resolved. Even if he really committed suicide, Duanmu Ye, who was trapped in the church, and his Master would not have any way to escape.

Because Duanmu Ye trusted her, he used the command spell to teleport herself out at that moment. It was one thing to free herself from further contact with the black mist, but more importantly, it allowed her to think of a way to open the door from the outside world.

But...how can that door be opened?

Van Gogh wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. The coldness around her body made her clearly realize that Duanmu Ye was not by her side. Although she could do nothing but paint, now was not the time to cry!

Not paying any attention to Toosaka Rin who was staggering and falling asleep on the sofa beside her, she gently patted the mourning clothes on her body. The memories of this posture flooded her mind, intertwined with everything she had just experienced, making her show a little sadness at this moment.

But the next moment, Van Gogh tore off his mourning clothes, and the black flat-headed brush in his hand continued to paint freely on the drawing board that had been set up at some point. In just a blink of an eye, the clothes he had been wearing before were painted in the form of mourning clothes.

The orange-haired girl once again put on the clothes she remembered, but now she was far uglier and more inhuman than before...

"No...it's okay...Van Gogh is just Van Gogh!"

Encouraged by this, Van Gogh ran up to her studio on the second floor as fast as she could. The familiar yet unfamiliar environment didn't stop her for a second. The moment she picked up her easel, she rushed out the door again...

......

"It seems that things are not going well over there..."

"Your tactics of playing with other people's minds are outdated. Van Gogh is not as fragile as you think!"

Duanmu Ye was wearing a dark blue cloak. This was not an incarnation of the faceless walker. At this moment, he used the magic power of Van Gogh's return to weave a robe of the water priest. Although it was a robe, it was just a symbolic cloak.

There is a limit to what the human body can endure. Duanmu Ye knew this very well. According to the agreement he had made with Van Gogh, he only used the power of an Old One, but this was still the limit of what he could endure.

However, in response to the subtle changes that occurred at the moment, Nayako simply shrugged her shoulders and carried the chainsaw in her hand.

"It seems like I made a mistake in judgment, but now that I've used the Command Seals on her twice, the chances left for you and that item are running out..."

"I repeat, she is Van Gogh!"

Duanmu Ye responded in a deep voice, interrupting Nayako who was about to continue speaking.

Seeing this, she just looked at the man in front of her in surprise, and then sighed helplessly.

"You really look like a human I've met. He's as stubborn as you, but you're still far inferior to him in every way..."

At this moment, Duanmu Ye could really sense the helplessness expressed by Nayako.

But so what?

This helplessness did not last long, and a smile soon appeared on Nayako's face again.

"Of course, when it comes to being interesting, you're much more interesting than him!"

The chainsaw on his shoulder whirred, and as soon as the words fell, the silver girl appeared in front of him in an instant as if she was launched.

This was not a reaction that a human could perform. At this moment, Duanmu Ye could not think of any other way to avoid this attack except for the Young Master Feng's transformation into emptiness.

If he used the Faceless Walker, he would naturally be able to use the power of the three Great Old Ones at the same time, but unfortunately, Hastur hated Cthulhu at this moment...

The feeling of something being cut off was transmitted from the arm to the brain, but Duanmu Ye did not feel any pain at all. When Nayako approached, he tried to interfere with it with his other hand.

However, the silver-haired girl floating in the air suddenly spun in a way that ordinary people could not understand, and she immediately cut off the other arm that was reaching out to her.

Tentacles...Tentacles...and more tentacles...

Time and time again, the chainsaw, which was spinning so fast that it was almost invisible, had cut off a considerable number of tentacles, piling up on the ground like ugly pieces of twisted tentacles. A slightly crazy smile also appeared on Nayako's face.

"Duanmu, you are now more like the Outer God you are talking about than I am!"

The severed arm was an extension of the tentacle, almost transforming the internal body into a being similar to "Cthulhu". Even though he suffered fatal injuries, even though his hands, feet and head were chopped off at the same time, Duanmu Ye's expression was extremely calm in the face of Nyako who was enjoying what might be a one-sided slaughter.

The real Old Ones are immortal. Even if Nyasagi comes to execute them personally, she cannot kill an Old One, and cannot kill herself who has transformed herself into this.

However, there is no end to the endless slaughter. It is even impossible to confirm whether Nayako who appears here is the real master Duanmu Ye, or whether he is another clone thrown out by the possessed person, specifically to confirm whether his existence is as he expected.

The solution to the problem lies in memory, but it is difficult to quickly retrieve memories that have been buried in the deepest part of the mind over time.

So, as if with a mentality of trying something, Duanmu Ye used the tentacles that had not yet fully recovered into arms to reach out to his head that had not yet been cut off. The piercing of the brain by the tentacles did not bring death. On the contrary, Duanmu Ye felt that time suddenly slowed down at this moment. As his hands twisted, some memories that he had no impression of at all gradually emerged in front of his eyes.

Among them, there are naturally some settings about Nyarko in "Sneak, Nyarko!"

It's a fork!

It's like using a lance against cavalry, an armor-cutting sword against heavy infantry, a bow and arrow against flying soldiers, and a fork against evil gods... This should also be considered a way to crack the problem, right?

After being further beheaded by Nayako, Duanmu Ye flew several meters away like a kite with a broken string and stood up staggeringly. The head that had grown back was still a little irregular, but in his other hand, which had already recovered, there was still the fork that he had taken from the Sichuan restaurant.

Without any surprise, Nayako stopped moving, but soon the sound of her belly laughter was heard.

"The evil god is afraid of forks? Do you really believe this?"

"Yeah, I don't believe it either..."

The faceless head spoke in a very peaceful manner, but Duanmu Ye's eyes sparkled with the light of stars as he spoke.

"So I found a very feasible method..."

The R'lyeh text was opened in Duanmu Ye's hand that fell to the ground. The faintly flickering light seemed to have activated some kind of spell, and at this moment, Nayako felt a little incredible.

"Without a venue, without prayers, without a ceremony, that guy actually responded to your call?"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 6: Answer: Use Exploder on Nyaruko! (k)

Pain...pain coming from my legs...

He dragged his frail body and continued to run using all the "strength" in his body. However, his legs, which had become inhuman, were constantly being worn out due to the nature of his body.

Van Gogh gritted his teeth. Even though parts of her body came from the water nymphs in Greek mythology, and it was no exaggeration to say that she was the offspring of God, at this moment she was not in the form of a god. Instead, she was abandoned on the earth after facing the final end of losing everything.

Her legs, like dead branches, finally returned to their original shape after a few days that were like a dream. Even though the mourning clothes that made her movements inconvenient were replaced with the clothes that "Van Gogh" originally wore, in this posture, she could hardly move except for attacking.

It seemed as if a lot of time was wasted while struggling to reach the church, but even with his feet already worn out and cracked, he still managed to reach the door of the church hidden on the hillside outside Fuyuki City just when he was on the verge of collapse.

With both hands, he pushed the tightly closed door. The door did not move at all, but there was a faint and unpredictable vibration coming from the door. Van Gogh suddenly fell to the ground and saw some indescribable pictures from the contact between his hands and the door.

The Lord's Church did not become clean again because of her departure. The black mud surfaces she created were covered by countless pieces of flesh piled up into small hills. The contract that was originally isolated was connected for a moment when she saw the scene in the church, but the curse on Duanmu Ye did not come because of it.

Van Gogh stood up again and pressed herself against the door again. The faint sound of the contract allowed her to roughly see the scene inside the church while closing her eyes and listening to the sounds and vibrations from within. She kept muttering the "Soul of Mio Biao". She didn't collect the curse on Duanmu Ye like before, but she could clearly sense through the hazy picture that the curse on Duanmu Ye was constantly taking root and spreading...

Van Gogh, with her fists clenched in front of the door, ran to the opposite side of the door and picked up the easel that she had thrown on the ground not long ago. She stood in front of the easel with a paintbrush in her hand, constantly trying to catch a trace of inspiration in her mind.

That’s right, she can’t do anything except painting, but at this moment there must be something she can do with her paintings!

Whether it was to bring Duanmu Ye a chance of victory by hurting others through painting as before, or to catch that ray of inspiration at this moment and draw a painting to open the church door... In short, there was always a way that she could do it now...

At this moment, she kept praying in her heart to herself and to everything that could be prayed for. She did not even let go of the gods who created her and whom she hated.

However... everything seemed to be in vain. Even though Van Gogh had sought help from everyone he could, that flash of inspiration that seemed like divine help did not create any possibility for her.

The biting cold wind blew across Van Gogh's body, and his already thin coat felt the cold that a servant should not have felt. Van Gogh's expression became extremely pale, and the paintbrush in his hand kept shaking in the lonely wind.

"..."

Suddenly, there were some sounds in the cold wind. Van Gogh, who was almost crying, miraculously caught the sound. Her eyes, which did not have much brilliance, also flashed with some tears after being blown by the cold wind.

It was just a moment of distraction, just because the lonely and cold wind blew through her bund-up hair, and on the easel that was empty because of lack of inspiration, a different oil painting suddenly appeared.

It was an oil painting of an orange-haired girl standing in front of the sacred church door. In front of the girl was an easel with a painted picture on it. The content on the easel was the same as the oil painting of the girl.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the painting of the girl in front of me was pulled off the easel by the wind. It floated towards the sky and seemed to be torn into pieces by some invisible wind, turning into snowflake-like fragments that flew higher into the sky with the wind.

Then, behind the torn painting, there was an identical oil painting that was similar but a little different. It was as if something was creating these somewhat similar paintings over and over again, which brought a little more hope to Van Gogh's eyes that were originally almost desperate and helpless.

She knew that these paintings that were torn into the sky by the wind were not completely identical. The girls appearing in those paintings were herself. The most different thing about the paintings that appeared before her eyes again and again as the paintings were carried into the sky by the wind was the girl (Van Gogh) in the painting and the church gate.

Van Gogh raised his head and looked at the church door outside the easel. It was still the closed door with the pattern of the messenger of God carved on it, but what was presented in the constantly changing oil paintings was a different picture.

Ignoring the constant distortion and transformation from cool blue to pale white, Van Gogh's attention at this moment was completely focused on the church door, which was completely different from reality.

The two original doorknobs shifted with the changes in the oil paintings, gradually intertwined and merged into a blurry black shadow. The reliefs carved on the door were gradually replaced by various creatures with countless names and no names under the fusion and interweaving of the doorknobs.

The sacred white stone gate gradually revealed a bit of absurdity and weirdness, and the incredible reliefs on it were the birth of hope in Van Gogh's eyes.

Although she didn't understand why it turned out like this, nor did she understand what was behind the door that was gradually distorted in the oil painting, she could feel that behind that strange door was the existence of "hope".

The wind gradually died down and stayed above the last oil painting on the easel.

The trace of the girl (Van Gogh) has disappeared, as if she and everything around her have turned into a blank space of nothingness. At this moment, the only thing left on the painting is a door carved with many normal and abstract creature reliefs, and the door lock that originally needed to be pressed or pulled has now become an empty keyhole.

The church door was still closed. Van Gogh looked a little dazed as he subconsciously stroked the last piece of oil painting left under the clips of the easel.

Draw...Draw it...Now what?

If it's a door...does it still need a key?

However, just as Van Gogh touched the door in the painting and thought about this question in her mind, her sight was engulfed by the black keyhole on the painting in front of her, and she fell into deep darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a starry sky, and the white stone door, which had been ajar for some time, seemed to have been opened long ago.

In Van Gogh's eyes at this moment, the white door seemed to have been open there for a long time, but it seemed not to exist there. It was clearly right in front of her, but she had an illusion of nothingness.

"Duan...Duanmu?"

Through the crack in the half-open door, Van Gogh could sense Duanmu Ye's presence, which he had not been able to sense before. Moreover, that presence was extremely strong, as if Duanmu Ye was standing not far away from him, standing behind the door in front of him...

With trepidation in his heart, Van Gogh took extremely small steps and walked carefully towards the half-open door, not caring at all that he was in the void at this moment, walking among the stars.

He gently placed his head against the gate standing in the void, and looked inside through the half-open crack. What caught his eye was a blonde girl holding a doll.

"Eh?"

Van Gogh blinked. She couldn't believe she could actually see such a normal human being in such a space. In her imagination, the people who appeared here were probably those indescribable creatures made up of a mess of things...

However, just by setting his eyes on the girl standing not far away, curiosity about "her" drove one question related to "her" after another to emerge in his mind, but soon these doubts filled his entire mind because there were no answers. The severe pain from his head made Van Gogh's expression distorted again.

Van Gogh, in pain, knelt down in front of the door. When her vision became blurred, she saw the blonde girl looking in her direction and their eyes met.

"I'm sorry, but this is not the place for you..."

A soft voice rang in his ears, and the sound of a silver bell echoed with the child's posture, which instantly soothed the questions and curiosity that kept emerging in Van Gogh's mind, and he got the only answer.

We will see you again

Immediately, Van Gogh's body fell to one side like a kite with a broken string. The feeling of the cold stone bricks was the last thing Van Gogh could perceive. He fell into an irresistible coma and lost consciousness.

At the same time, Duanmu Ye came to the back of the Silver Key Door. For some reason, the half-closed door seemed to be open for him from the beginning. He stepped in without hesitation, but the girl he saw was not the blonde girl in Van Gogh's eyes.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye, who was standing among the stars, was extremely clear that everything he had experienced in reality had not ended. The explanation of appearing here could be said to be a dream, or a spiritual sublimation, and his soul came to a space that did not actually exist.