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

"Tell me, Ellie, what happened to your body? Why...why did you become so weak?"

Arthur paused, and spoke with some reluctance, his face full of sadness after recalling the past.

"Why... can I see the past when I am awake?"

Irisviel blinked, then looked a little apologetic as if she had suddenly realized something.

"I'm sorry, Saber... I kept it a secret from you for so long... It seems the ritual of the Holy Grail's descent has already begun automatically... I'm sorry that you were influenced by me (the Holy Grail) and saw the bad past..."

Irisviel pursed her chapped lips, and the moisture in her eyes seemed to come from everything she had just dreamed of. Therefore, at this moment, Irisviel had a wish that she should not have had.

"My time is running out, Saber. Before everything gets to the worst possible point, go and win the Holy Grail, Saber..."

The voice stopped abruptly, but Alice's lips did not stop moving at all. Under Arthur's gaze, under Arthur's eyes, the weak Alice moved her lips, and told him her heart's desire with silent lip language.

【I want to...live!】

Suddenly, as if his consciousness had been pulled away and then returned, Arthur shook his head slightly to stay awake. However, Arthur, who was holding Irisviel's left hand on the bed, found that Irisviel was still in a deep sleep...

Her steady breathing and heartbeat seemed as if the conversation just now had not happened to her, but the words engraved in her mind and the only remaining Command Spell in Irisviel's hand seemed to tell Arthur that what had just happened was a reality that could not be more real!

Therefore, he released Irisviel's left hand and put it into the warm quilt. Arthur slowly stood up from the chair, picked it up and placed it next to the bedside table. The Sword in the Stone, which was in its scabbard, muttered to himself.

"I will, Ellie. I will get the Holy Grail and let you live..."

Walking out of the castle, gazing at the sky shrouded in gray fog, Arthur's eyes were extremely determined. However, beneath this determination, his eyes flashed a little scarlet, as if they were smoked by flames...

.......

"What an ugly posture, Uncle Kirei... Although I used that child's tentacles (clones) to bring part of your consciousness back here, your current form is a true incarnation of your soul..."

In the dark and damp container ruins, there was a pool of wriggling black mud in the center of the flashing dark purple summoning circle. Countless eyes in it seemed to be questioning the purple-haired girl standing next to the circle, but the latter interrupted her action before the black mud gradually squirmed into a human shape.

"Although your posture is truly ugly, Uncle Kirei, I advise you not to try to return to your original form. At least, before that child is transported to another dimension by that knowledge head, please endure it for a while~"

The laughter of the purple-haired girl made the human figure in the black mud a little speechless. The physical level of speechlessness came from the fact that he could not find where his mouth was in his current body. But the black mud eventually turned into the appearance of another person he had never seen before.

"White hair, dark skin... So Uncle Kirei also likes dark skin?"

The purple-haired little girl chuckled, but at this moment, Kotomine Kirei received all the memories related to this posture in his mind.

"Kotomine...Shiro?"

These memories did not belong to him, and Kotomine Kirei did not even know such a person, but at this moment, the memories of Kotomine Shiro seemed as if they really came from himself, so real and so relatable.

It seemed like something that happened in another world. At least in Kotomine Kirei's memory, his father had never adopted any sons, nor had he taught his life's learning to anyone other than himself.

While feeling the changes in his body, Kotomine Kirei looked at Matou Sakura, who was standing beside him as if admiring a masterpiece, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Is this the deal between you and me? Use my soul to complete the resurrection ritual, thus faking your own death to hide from Caster's eyes?"

There are still too many doubts about himself, but Kotomine Kirei is not a person with a strong desire for knowledge. Knowing that he has been reborn, there is no need to consider the process or anything else.

But Matou Sakura shook her head at Kotomine Kirei's words and let out a somewhat amused but sinister laugh.

"NO~NO~NO~ This is just part of our deal. Just like that intellectual head took his soul, you, whose soul I have taken away, can of course also possess my power. Now you can transform into anyone, whatever you know or imagine, it can all come true because you have become my (Nya Latotep) follower!"

Matou Sakura's voice stopped abruptly, as if she had suddenly thought of a little secret, and she carefully leaned close to Kotomine Kirei's ear.

"But be careful, you'll go crazy if you use too much~"

A friendly warning?

Matou Sakura would never do such a thing. She had already anticipated that Kotomine Kirei would not care about such side effects. On the contrary, after feeling the "madness", he would become more obsessed and want to pursue that "madness" even more!

The moment Kotomine Kirei felt his new body, Matou Sakura trotted out of the shadow of the container, and her figure gradually changed slightly.

"Let's go, my followers. It's time to go and see the final battle!"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 99: Instead of constantly thinking, it is better to give up thinking

In the dim sky, a flock of birds flew overhead. Countless people looked at the falling snow under the gray fog in the sky. Everything seemed to be wrong, but everyone seemed to be used to it and did not take any action. They were still busy with the things in their hands.

Yesterday's shipwreck only claimed the lives of a small number of people. Most of those who died had long since given up wanting to live, or were people who wanted to take away some valuable cash and jewelry from empty shops and houses when the disaster struck.

At this moment, the people who returned to Fuyuki to participate in the post-disaster reconstruction were not without resistance to yesterday's disaster. Precisely because of this resistance and because everyone wanted to survive, they were reluctant to leave behind the wealth reserved in their homes and shops, and so they hurried back to the city from the neighboring cities and the suburbs where they had taken refuge to carry out various aspects of the reorganization.

"Rider... why do they keep coming back... Clearly, what happened in the past two days alone is enough to put a country on alert, but why do they always come back here as if nothing happened..."

Waver Velvet walked along the street with a troubled expression on his face. Standing beside Iskandar, he scanned every corner of the street. He saw the massive destruction caused by Saber, Berserker, and Caster last evening, and the ruins of buildings and rooftops washed away by the flood last night...

Although many places had undergone simple processing work after the special forces stationed in the morning, many missing roads have been paved and sheds suitable for simple living have been built, and food and water are being sold.

The fact that money was required to obtain water and food at a time like this once again disgusted Webber Velvet with the way this tiny nation handled things. He knew England and France, and even most countries in the world, would provide some humanitarian assistance after a natural disaster like this...

From this perspective... this country is even more despicable than the extremists in Germany...

"Well... although according to my style, after conquering a city, I will distribute free wine and bread to the people in the city, in order to appease those who are uneasy because of the war, further demonstrate my tyranny, and make them submit to me and the country I represent both physically and mentally..."

Iskandar paused. His height, which was much taller than that of an ordinary person, allowed him to see everything around him more clearly, but he did not show much emotion about it. The indifference of a king appeared on his face. Compared with these seemingly inhumane behaviors, he cared more about what was in front of him.

"But despite such a disaster, the game released today can still be released normally. This is really worth the trip!"

"It's so late and you're still thinking about strategy games! We agreed to think carefully about why Caster saved us, and we agreed to carefully consider our next steps. Why am I having to endure this... Shouldn't we be at home planning our next steps at this time?!"

Weber Velvet was on the verge of collapse. Ever since he witnessed the tragic death of his teacher last night, that scene had been etched in his memory like an indelible mark. Whenever he recalled that night, whenever he thought about that night, every word his teacher said would bring up the scene of his teacher being torn apart by those tentacle-like lights.

He wanted to find Caster for revenge, but he knew very well that such an action would undoubtedly lead to a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, especially since Caster had clearly killed his teacher but saved him from the aftermath of the explosion. This made Waver Velvet constantly think and analyze, but there was no answer.

I should have stayed at home, where it was relatively safe, to ponder whether all of Caster's actions so far had any corresponding logic, or perhaps to find some kind of pattern...

But at this moment, his Servant was actually queuing here for the release of a strategy game as if nothing had happened...

Weber was somewhat unable to comment, and even felt like crying...

Seeing this, Iskandar glanced at Waver, who seemed to have lost some of his fighting spirit, without any surprise. However, in his eyes, it was not so much that Waver Velvet had lost his fighting spirit because of the loss of his teacher, but rather that when facing Caster, he was clearly determined to kill the other party, but did not understand why the other party did not kill him.

As the first Servant to come into contact with Caster, although there were some misunderstandings at the beginning and he was mistaken for Assassin, but in this Holy Grail War, it can almost be said that both he, Iskandar, and Waver Velvet, as the Master, were the ones who had the most contact with Caster and still survived.

This kind of thing was extremely bizarre, whether viewed from the perspective of a magician or a warrior. They had come into contact again and again, and each time he had let him go as if he had restrained himself. Especially last night, Iskandar could clearly sense that Caster's hostility towards him was much lower than that towards Saber.

If it was because of him, then Iskandar did not think that there was such a person in his Macedonian army. After all, the warriors who followed him were all upright and courageous guys. People like Caster who used almost any means to win... was not the style he set, nor the style of his army.

The answer was obvious from the beginning, and it didn't even require any thought. The reason why Caster repeatedly showed mercy was only because of his Master, because of his connection to Waver Velvet.

Seeing that Weber was struggling, Iskandar began to smile a little, and then laughed in the crowd, and kept patting Weber's thin body with his hands.

Waver Velvet's cheeks flushed red as he was patted on the shoulder. Not only was he socially distraught because his Servant laughed so conspicuously in public, but he also felt a bit of dissatisfaction suppressed in his heart that he hadn't expressed!

Using almost all his strength to remove Iskandar's hand from his shoulder, Iskandar, who had stopped, also noticed Waver's head, which was almost steaming.

"It's already this late and you're still doing these meaningless things! You can play games anytime as long as you can win the Holy Grail War, but if you lose your life here, if you lose your life... then you'll have nothing!"

Webber Velvet was unwilling to accept this, extremely unwilling...

He had tried so hard to prove his talent, but he still couldn't get his teacher's recognition. Even before his teacher died, he never heard his teacher praise him a single word...

I had clearly worked so hard to participate in this Holy Grail War. Although I wasn't one of the top three riders, my strength was no less than any of them. But why was I the one left at the end? Even my teacher, who possessed such a magical furnace, left me first...

Could this be considered charity from that Caster?

If not, why would I be the one who survived?

Iskandar didn't say anything. He knew clearly that Weber needed a certain degree of release in his heart. Perhaps the atmosphere in the past few days was too depressing, so that even he, who had died long ago, had some emotional abnormalities.

But he was a dead person, a "ghost" who was drawn here by the desire to "conquer". Iskandar knew better than his own abnormality that if Waver Velvet, his Master, collapsed mentally first, then there would be no need for him to conquer anymore.

But now it seems that although this Master of his has suffered such a heavy blow, he is still able to think clearly and ask questions to himself in a stable mood. This shows that he was not defeated by such a blow and became devastated. On the contrary, his mental state is very good and he is very energetic!

Seeing this, Iskandar changed his previous smile. As if to reassure Weber, he revealed a very solemn and serious expression and met the eyes of Weber, who was blushing.

"I don't think queuing here is meaningless, kid. You should have noticed that this Holy Grail War has reached the final stage. Perhaps in the next moment, perhaps in the next period of time, that Caster will come to me, and I will not be able to play this game I have been looking forward to for days!"

"what?"

The red face of Weber gradually began to cool down. After Iskandar said this, he tilted his head in confusion, and Iskandar continued to speak.

"I've thought carefully about that Caster and discovered that there's no discernible pattern to its actions. It seems to act on impulse, and it also seems to take on every battle started by others, or participate in battles initiated by others, with unwavering regularity."

Iskandar paused and took a step closer to the game release location which was already very close.

"So, instead of thinking about that Caster's actions, it's better to wait for it to come to you. If that Caster wants to obtain the Holy Grail, then he must become the final winner, which means..."

"Kill me!"

Iskandar's tone suddenly became more serious, as if a thunderbolt cleared the haze in Waver's heart.

After hearing these words, Waver Velvet couldn't help but start thinking again, and the conclusion he came to was surprisingly consistent with Iskandar's answer.

Some details that he had overlooked made him frown a little after being reminded by Iskandar. He also noticed that Caster's behavior towards him was unique, different from that of other people or servants.

In the notes left by Teacher Kenneth, it is clearly recorded that the system for summoning servants is connected to the Throne of Heroes through the hole in the Holy Grail. The servants summoned are all projections of the heroic spirits on the Throne of Heroes who have extraordinary courage or outstanding achievements and great deeds in history.

The Seat of Heroes knows no time limit. Whether it is a Heroic Spirit from the past or a Heroic Spirit from the future, as long as they pursue the Holy Grail that can grant wishes, or as long as they have regrets about things that they have not completed in their lifetime, they can come to the present time through the connection between the Seat and the Holy Grail.

In other words... the reason why Caster repeatedly showed mercy to his men, and even saved him from the explosion last night, was probably because of someone who knew him, but he didn't know him...

But... who could he be?

Waver Velvet couldn't find the answer, but now he no longer worried about Caster's actions. As Rider said, such disorganized behavior was not worth thinking about. Instead of worrying about this and that, it would be better to wait for Caster to find him in person and then ask him face to face what his relationship was!

Then, a hint of apology appeared on Weber's face. While looking at Iskandar, he scratched the back of his head unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, Rider. I'm still a little immature..."

Iskandar did not respond, but simply changed his previous serious expression, raised the corner of his mouth, and patted Waver's shoulder with a palm that was a little too big for his size.

But while the two were talking, Duanmu Ye, who was standing not far away and watching them quietly, was extremely calm.

In fact, he did use the ability of the Prince of Wind to find Iskandar and Weber Velvet who were hiding in the crowd and buildings in order to quickly end the Holy Grail War.

What surprised Duanmu Ye was that, despite having nearly died in the explosion caused by Emiya Kiritsugu yesterday, they were still queuing up to buy game cartridges as if nothing had happened...

Weber is a fool, is Iskandar also a muscle-headed fool?

"Master... you really don't want me to follow you?"

Van Gogh's voice came to his ears, and Duanmu Ye's expression was a little gloomy, but he still denied Van Gogh's inquiry. After all, the illusion of Aldebaran he had just created had made Van Gogh fall into confusion for a certain period of time, and it took him a long time to calm Van Gogh's emotions.

The conflict between Hastur and Cthulhu became particularly prominent in the absence of Usum's mediation. Although Usum's power still existed in both of them, for safety reasons, Duanmu Ye had to let Van Gogh return to the Yellow House to complete the "self-portrait" he had mentioned before.

At the same time that Van Gogh was making the contact, a gaze fell on Duanmu Ye. Looking up, he saw Iskandar staring straight at him, but he didn't make any move...

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 100: For the Glory of You and Me, Towards the Final Conquest

"Rider, what are you looking at?"

Waver was a little confused, but following Iskandar's gaze, he saw a yellow figure being processed in the middle of the dilapidated street, which for some reason had no traffic.

A figure wearing a yellow raincoat appeared in the snow at some point, but the snowflakes falling from the surroundings and the sky seemed to avoid his presence and float away to other places.

When did he stand there?

When did he come here?

Webber Velvet's mind went blank in an instant. Like the ghosts that suddenly appeared in horror movies, without any warning or premise, the yellow figure stood quietly in the distance, staring at him...

No, Waver Velvet was not sure whether the other person was really looking at him, because under the hood that made it almost impossible to see the specific features, there was a face as deep as the night, which could not be called a "face" at all.

Want to fight?

This was the only instinctive question in Weber Velvet's blank mind. Without a clue, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Iskandar beside him, wanting to get his opinion and decide how to proceed next based on his words.

However, when Weber Velvet turned around to seek Iskandar's opinion, he found that Iskandar had already walked to the front of the game cartridge sales point, because the queue, which was originally short of people, had already reached Iskandar.

"You guys are so lucky, this is the last cassette left. After we sell these, I can pack up and leave!"

The clerk spoke calmly to Iskandar, who had accepted the cassette box, but Waver Velvet kept switching between Iskandar's body and a figure in yellow clothes standing to the side.

He suddenly realized that, except for himself and Iskandar, no one passing by seemed to notice the extremely obvious Caster. The danger was clearly right beside them, but both the passers-by and the shop assistant in front of him were so indifferent, as if they had not seen anything.

Are Rider and I the only ones who can see that Caster?!

Waver Velvet couldn't help but boldly explain in his mind, while Iskandar, holding the cassette, walked towards where Caster was.

His heavy feet had been unable to move in any direction since he saw Caster. Looking at Iskandar who was getting farther and farther away from him, there was a little struggle in Waver Velvet's eyes, but in the end he took a difficult step and quickly caught up with Iskandar.

As Iskandar paused at a distance from Caster, Waver Velvet, who also stopped, finally let go of his worries.

The Caster in front of him might have the ability to bewitch people. He had heard such a thing from Saber when they were communicating before.

Iskandar's silent actions just now made him a little worried whether he was really being dominated as Saber said... but it was obvious that he was not, and it was impossible for him to be!

"Sorry, if you want to play, can you let me play this game first? To be honest, I've been looking forward to this game for a long time..."