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

Although his original intention was to use the Holy Grail to completely remove the curse on himself and return to this life, now that he has come into contact with two of the Supreme Gods of Cthulhu, such a wish and idea has become somewhat distant from him...

At this moment, there may be only one path in front of you, but you have to accept it and regard it as your only way out.

"Rather than being tortured by Nyar-Latotep again, I think... perhaps seeking the protection of Yog-Sothoth and completing the mission assigned by him may be my only way to escape this situation..."

Duanmu Ye was somewhat helpless, but that was the fact. He even had no idea how he could get in touch with Abigail. The only thing he could think of was to see if he could use the page of the R'lyeh Text that recorded the method of summoning Yog-Sothoth to summon Abigail, his messenger, during the Holy Grail War that might take place in the future.

Duanmu Ye thought so in his heart and glanced at the door on the entrance not far away. He swallowed silently and his tense expression relaxed in an instant.

The door of my house is not Doraemon's Anywhere Door after all. It is impossible that one day after things here are over, the moment I open this door, the living Abigail will stand in front of me, just like Van Gogh, right?

"Then...then...then Master, your wish won't come true?"

Van Gogh realized that this reality seemed to be in complete conflict with what Duanmu Ye had said to him at the beginning, that he wanted to survive and use the Holy Grail to clear himself of the curse.

However, just when Van Gogh wanted to blame herself and take all the responsibility and mistakes on herself, Duanmu Ye interrupted Van Gogh's spell and piled the high-quality steak that was still emitting heat and aroma in front of her.

"My wish has been fulfilled to some extent, which is why I just confirmed your wish. Only in this way will I want to continue fighting instead of handing over the contaminated Holy Grail that is of no use to me."

Among his three inherent skills, the least noticeable one is [Tentacles of the Evil of This World]. Although it is a completely passive skill, it can influence the minds and judgments of others to a large extent because of it, rather than mental manipulation which sometimes does not even have that intention.

Through the echoes of all the evil in the Holy Grail, it is almost certain that the Holy Grail has been contaminated this time. I just don't know whether it is because it is contaminated in itself, or because he used the power of the Outer Gods to mess up the entire Holy Grail War...

Of course, even though it is a contaminated Holy Grail, it is almost a positive thing for Van Gogh, who is himself deeply cursed and contaminated. Even if Angra Mainhue is unwilling to fulfill Van Gogh's wish, Duanmu Ye has already planned to take him to Aldebaran for solo training.

"Has the wish come true?"

Van Gogh was a little unsure. Although such a response was like a sharp knife piercing her heart and the lie made her feel tormented, she still wanted to confirm whether Duanmu Ye had really fulfilled his wish.

"Of course, Yog-Sothoth is different from that annoying Nyar-Latotepe. Since I became his servant, he'll ensure I'm still alive as long as I'm still useful. Even though my form may change, as the saying goes, a good death is worse than a miserable life, isn't it?"

Duanmu Ye really wanted to live. Without the landlord collecting rent, without the troublesome relatives, and now with half a box of gold bars, his life finally became better. He really didn't want to die like this.

However, at this moment, Van Gogh smiled and agreed, but he was determined in his thoughts.

If he were to kill himself, then this ugly posture filled with sin and evil would surely be liberated in the true sense, right?

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 104: The Fake Hidden Beneath the Self-Portrait...

Duanmu Ye did not know what Van Gogh was really thinking at this moment. In this yellow house which was originally her treasure, even though she had the same skills and power as him, the real control was in Van Gogh's hands.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye did not realize what was going on in Van Gogh's mind, who seemed to be normal at the moment, and what the wishes she had compiled in her mind would bring to her.

Enjoying the meals prepared on the spot, Momoya never thought that eating was such a rare thing. After all, he had lived alone until now, and in order to save money on takeout, he even deliberately worked as an apprentice in the kitchen for half a year. While getting the money, he also secretly learned some skills. However, he had no intention of becoming a chef, so he naturally rejected the olive branches thrown by many stores since then, and used such skills as things for daily life.

Because of this, he never thought that eating required any fanfare. Perhaps it was because he hadn't eaten with anyone other than himself for a long time, or perhaps it was because he felt that eating was just eating, and since he was alone anyway, there was no need to make it so elaborate and detailed.

But now, looking at Van Gogh who also looked very happy, Duanmu Ye felt quite satisfied. This reminded him of a certain variety show he had watched before, where an artist kept praising the dishes made by another artist who was doing a cooking defense. This had been going on for several seasons. The only difference was that Duanmu Ye could really cook...

After the meal, the sky gradually darkened. The outside world, which had already become gray due to the falling snow, was now completely plunged into darkness.

The cold wind did not enter the warm yellow house through the windows or door cracks. Van Gogh sat slumped in a chair, holding his bloated belly with a satisfied look on his face. Compared to Duanmu Ye, she seemed to be the one who enjoyed this peaceful and tranquil daily life more.

Although she really wanted to achieve that wish, to be in a warm house, to drink coffee and taste desserts with good friends who she could talk about anything, and even to create and discuss the content of the work together when inspiration came.

However, such a wish presupposes that she must be a normal girl, a normal Servant...

The dreamlike present moment made Van Gogh extremely intoxicated, and even a slight smile gradually appeared on her dazed face.

It is precisely because she knows that she is a monster created by those gods from outer space that she feels unprecedented warmth in the tranquility of this moment, and even becomes obsessed with this peaceful daily life.

But... the so-called dream bubble will eventually be shattered one day. She can't indulge in such a beautiful dream. Although she can create such a beautiful dream for herself and sink into it, she doesn't want such a false thing!

Therefore, Van Gogh opened his eyes and saw Duanmu Ye who had his hand on the door handle, ready to go out to fight Saber.

"Wait a minute, Master!"

Van Gogh called out to Duanmu Ye, who had his back to him. Duanmu Ye, who was about to leave quietly, trembled and turned his head with a slightly apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?"

For some reason, his hands were shaking, as if something bad was about to happen. So when he should have left quietly, he accidentally missed a step and stumbled, making quite a noise which disturbed Van Gogh.

However, Van Gogh shook his head gently, then carefully slid down from the chair which was a little high for him, walked in front of Duanmu Ye, and gently pulled his clothes with his hands.

Van Gogh had very little strength, as if he was afraid that she, as a Servant, would cause something bad to happen, so he only used the strength of two fingers to carefully pull Duanmu Ye's body towards a certain direction.

Duanmu Ye was a little confused, but he did not choose to say it out loud. Instead, he followed Van Gogh's footsteps and walked to the place where she was leading him.

The magical aura outside the yellow house was so obvious, as if Saber, who was preparing to take the lead in the decisive battle, was constantly emitting magical power and making a unilateral challenge. Duanmu Ye, who wanted to go out to fight, temporarily gave up the idea at this moment and followed Van Gogh's footsteps to the second floor.

Duanmu Ye, who had not returned to the second floor for a long time, even felt a little unfamiliar. Therefore, when he followed Van Gogh into the studio, which remained clean and tidy no matter how she changed, one painting after another appeared in Duanmu Ye's eyes.

The portrait of Gilgamesh was covered in golden paint, as if telling Duanmu Ye that it was no coincidence that Gilgamesh had just entered the salvation range of the Sword of Promised Victory at that time.

Iskandar's portrait was covered by flames, and the blurred painting seemed to have really been burned by flames, showing Duanmu Ye the final demise of Iskandar.

Gilles de Rais's portrait was shrouded in black mist, but vaguely, one could make out some twisted tentacles through the mist, which was not oil paint, and in his eyes, which almost bulged out of the painting, there was a figure emitting holy light, depicted with extremely superb and exquisite painting techniques.

Duanmu Ye couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that even Joan of Arc was painted. Apart from the three Servants who had direct conflicts with him or died at his hands, even the painting of Lancelot had undergone a complete change from the previous portrait.

His chest, blossoming like a sunflower, seemed to be responding to the image of being dominated by Nyar-Latotep. And on his solemn armor, the broken mark on his neck was exactly where he had cut it with his own hands...

"Wait, wait! That's not what we're looking at!"

Van Gogh pushed the displayed paintings together in a panic, and kept putting them into the corner of the studio while talking. Several times, Van Gogh almost fell down.

Seeing this scene, Duanmu Ye wanted to step forward and support Van Gogh who was about to fall, but the scene of Van Gogh being able to stand firm again every time made Duanmu Ye quietly wait for the moment when Van Gogh stopped.

Until the paintings with many Servants closely related to this Holy Grail War were pushed to the corner, the only painting board standing in front of him was covered with a layer of yellow cloth, hiding its true appearance. The panting Van Gogh also stood beside it, put his hand on it with some trepidation, and then pulled off the yellow cloth that Duan Muye was most familiar with, revealing the content inside.

It was a self-portrait that was completely different from other Servants. Compared to those self-portraits that were filled with works in the style of Vincent Van Gogh, the portrait that appeared in front of Duanmu Ye at this moment was so eye-catching.

"How...how is it...is it very ordinary?"

It is not as abstract as Vincent van Gogh's style, nor as dark as Vincent van Gogh's style. The portrait that appears in front of me at this moment is too vivid and too bright. It is like a blooming sunflower, standing against the background of the starry sky, illuminating the entire self-portrait.

“Isn’t this a beautiful painting?!”

Duanmu Ye praised him, and the smile on his face that didn't look fake made Van Gogh blush slightly, but he still felt a little embarrassed.

"After all, he inherited the painting skills of Vincent van Gogh... I'm sure Van Gogh would be delighted to receive such praise..."

"No, no, I'm talking about you. This painting has similarities to Vincent van Gogh's style, but it's also completely different! It's more of a legacy than an inheritance. It's a work created by you, Van Gogh, after incorporating his painting techniques!"

Duanmu Ye's praise was never embellished, and he never lied to Van Gogh.

This self-portrait is like the self-portrait in Van Gogh's bondage suit in memory. Although it has some of Vincent van Gogh's style, it also has some styles that do not belong to him and are unique to Van Gogh.

He was not stingy with his praise, and even the somewhat unsure Van Gogh became shy, his whole body emitting the warmth of the sun in the cold winter...

"Speaking of which... there seems to be something underneath this painting?"

While praising Van Gogh's self-portrait, Duanmu Ye, who kept looking at the portrait, discovered some clues.

Although oil painting on an easel requires a more rigorous painting environment than ordinary creation, at this moment, behind Van Gogh's self-portrait is obviously covered by a painting with even more intense colors than Van Gogh's self-portrait.

But... such a thing is impossible to happen, because if Van Gogh's self-portrait was created on this painting, then behind it there would only be marks left by the paint, instead of being able to penetrate the already colorful self-portrait and appear in a corner of the painting.

Duanmu Ye didn't understand this. He just thought that something had happened to the easel or drawing paper he provided, which resulted in the self-portrait being imperfect and having flaws where the paint from other paintings had seeped in.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye wanted to go forward and observe carefully, but was stopped by Van Gogh, who spoke very seriously.

"Don't...don't get so close...it's so embarrassing..."

Although these words were spoken to cover up something, Van Gogh actually did not lie this time. He was even trembling with shame as he spoke.

The content that can be created on the already large drawing board is extremely clear. Whether it is the details of the eyeballs or the details of the clothes on the body, they are all drawn in the most perfect posture.

Although this is just a self-portrait, a self-portrait that was created by one's own will, it is still a self-portrait after all. What is the difference between observing one's own self-portrait at such a close distance and staring directly at one's own face?

Faced with Van Gogh's obstruction, Duanmu Ye smiled helplessly and then stepped back.

The girl's complex seemed to be more obvious than Duanmu Ye had thought, but because of this, he was more assured of letting Van Gogh stay in this house honestly without being disturbed by foreign gods.

As Duanmu Ye retreated toward the door, he didn't forget to wave to Van Gogh with his back to him. After the upcoming battle with Saber, perhaps it would be time for him and Van Gogh to part ways. Now seemed like the perfect time to say goodbye...

Van Gogh noticed this, but she did not respond out loud. She just followed Duanmu Ye quietly until she saw him leave the house, and then she loosened her hands that were tightly clasped behind her back.

"sorry......"

The sound of apology echoed in the room. Van Gogh's gaze lingered at the door where Duanmu Ye left, and there was some rather complicated emotion in her eyes.

A breeze blew into the studio, blowing a corner of the self-portrait, uncovering the corner that was actually the last self-portrait created, revealing another completely different painting behind it.

It was a painting full of Greek style, different from the style of Vincent Van Gogh. The painting full of Greek style obviously had short black hair that was out of tune with it. Even the laurel wreath on his head had become a decoration similar to sunflower petals. It was obviously a fake of Apollo!

However, compared to Van Gogh's own self-portrait, the paint on the Apollo fake appears particularly bright, even clear, and only Van Gogh knew that only that painting was created with the real paint given to him by Duanmu Ye.

Whether it was the endings of the Servvants or his own self-portraits, they were all created with magical pigments, which were part of his ability.

But behind the self-portrait, the painting that he desperately wanted to hide, the painting that Duanmu Ye absolutely couldn't see, was a genuine work created with real pigments...

At this moment, Duanmu Ye, who was walking on the street in the residential area, stopped and looked up at the sky as if he was looking at this strange world for the first time. His face was incomparably solemn.

The vortex starry sky has grown from one at the beginning to six today. It seems that only one more, or even more largest vortices, needs to be gathered together, which will be like a key that can open the door to another world, replacing the original sky with this starry sky that seems to be drawn by something else.

"Why Six Paths... Could it be that killing the Seven Riders is the only way to bring about the Starry Night?!"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 105: Naya's Failure/Duanmu's Selfishness/The Final Battle

Van Gogh's Noble Phantasm is not limited to the magic workshop, that is, the base covered by the house called "Yellow House (Het Gele Huis)".

The content that constitutes the individual "Clutie van Gogh" has been confirmed to Duanmu Ye in many ways that she is the Van Gogh he knows.

Normally, a Servant in a Holy Grail War can only carry one Noble Phantasm, but in many cases this rule can be ignored, unless facing a Servant with a more unique class like Assassin or Berserker, which has a relatively single and absolute nature. Otherwise, such a rule is simply a clause used to scare the contestants.

For example, in a regular Holy Grail War, only Assassins from the Assassins will be summoned. In addition to instantly revealing and deducing their true names and Noble Phantasms through their actions, the Assassins' actions can also accurately identify one of the few leaders of the Assassins in history.

The leader of the Assassins is not elected through popular selection. Only those who possess a certain level of assassination skills and have mastered their assassination techniques to an unprecedented level are qualified to become the leader of the Assassins.

In Duanmu Ye's impression, there was indeed a crazy believer who appeared in the Holy Grail War in Xueyuan City. He had learned all the assassination skills of the previous thirteen generations of leaders, but because he was not specialized enough and did not have his own characteristics, he was called a heretic by the Assassins and expelled.

With such a doctrine, which requires every leader of the Assassin Order to possess a unique skill, it is enough to make them a special class in this Holy Grail War that can only possess one Noble Phantasm.

As for Berserker... Generally speaking, a Servant who relies on losing his mind in exchange for an overall stat boost is unlikely to manifest with multiple Noble Phantasms. Just like Hercules, summoned by Einzbern ten years after Fuyuki, even though he had passed many trials in Greek mythology and possessed many artifacts, due to the limitations of the Berserker class, he was only able to achieve the twelve trials, which meant twelve times of immortality.

Duanmu Ye did not want to mention the glorious deeds of a top-level hero who was treated as a stake and besieged. In contrast to the hero who was treated as a stake, the Berserker, that is, Lancelot of the Berserker class, possessed the unique [Indestructible Lake Light (Aroundight)], and also had two additional treasures: [Not for One's Own Glory] and [Knights Do Not Die Barehanded].

Using Lancelot as an example to explain what happened to Van Gogh is the most appropriate. After all, rather than saying that the two abilities [Not for One's Own Glory] and [A Knight Does Not Die Barehanded] are Lancelot's Noble Phantasms, strictly speaking, they are more like a skill, a skill obtained through Lancelot's deeds during his lifetime, and sublimated into a Noble Phantasm because it is too famous.

Van Gogh's experience is somewhat similar to Lancelot's, except that the Yellow House (Het Gele Huis), which was supposed to be a treasure, has become a skill, a permanent skill.

Van Gogh instinctively believed that his only Noble Phantasm was the "Yellow House" he had been using. However, in fact, Van Gogh possessed two Noble Phantasms. As an additional, true Advent, Van Gogh possessed not only the "Yellow House" (Het gele hu) representing "hope", but also the "Starry Night (De sterrennacht)" that could create "despair".

It seems that due to the interference of the Outer Gods, Vincent van Gogh, who drew inspiration from madness and abstraction to create his works, refused to become the Outer Gods' assistant. Therefore, the fabricated Noble Phantasm "Yellow House" owned by Van Gogh was transformed into "Starry Night", which can become the door for the Outer Gods to descend.

Duanmu Ye didn't think that Van Gogh knew about this. After all, whenever he asked her, she would always confidently explain the rule that a Servant in the Holy Grail War could only bring one Noble Phantasm with her, and the fact that she only had the "Yellow House" as her Noble Phantasm.

But when he looked at the six star vortexes in the sky that had gathered into a considerable size, Duanmu Ye stopped in thought.

At this moment, some questions that he had never thought of before popped up in his mind, that is, why are there six star vortexes appearing now, not seven, eight, nine or even more, but six corresponding to the Servant who is currently leaving?

Could it be that his crusade against the six heroes who symbolized the "guardians" of this world had weakened the world's human barriers, allowing the power of the Outer Gods to penetrate more easily into this world?

This thought is like the frantic writing of a student on an exam with two-thirds of the paper still blank as the exam is almost due. Countless related questions arise and spread in my mind, even constantly questioning myself. It seems as if the drug has completely swallowed up all other judgments, leaving only that single answer...

——What he did contributed to the coming of the Outer Gods. Just as Nyar Latotep said, he was a pawn of the Outer Gods from the very beginning!

Duanmu Ye smiled when he thought of this, and withdrew his gaze from the sky. He probably understood why he had such an idea at this moment, because he often used this ability on other people.

"Deceiving humanity... teasing humanity... If purging the Servants in the Holy Grail War would lead to the advent of the Outer Gods, then this world would now be ruled by someone like you who enjoys playing tricks on humanity."

Duanmu Ye couldn't help but laugh to himself. For a moment, he really fell into self-doubt because of such thoughts.

After all, as he increasingly uses the power of the Outer Gods, he has become more and more proficient in that power. It can even be said that he has become a form similar to those Outer Gods, except that he does not have the same status as them.

It is precisely because of this that the fact that he was judged as an enemy of humanity and seven servants were sent to conquer him seems to be applicable to the current Holy Grail War where he defeated seven servants together with Van Gogh, the extra advent.

The scenario of defeating the guardian of human reason and thus successfully invading made Duanmu Ye empathize with it, and it overlapped perfectly with the question that popped up in his mind very naturally. At that moment, he doubted whether his actions really promoted the coming of the Outer Gods, and whether all his actions were really controlled and guided by Nyar Latotep, thus becoming a "traitor to mankind" in this Holy Grail War.

Although Duanmu Ye does not care about the form of his existence, to put it in a more idealistic way, as long as he still retains the cognition of the personality of "Duanmu Ye", then no matter whether he is a human or a monster, or becomes an existence like Nyar Latotep, he will be happy because he can be on equal footing with the three pillars of Cthulhu.

Of course, this is just a more idealistic idea. In reality, Duanmu Ye does not want to become a monster or a twisted product. Even if he becomes a monster, a twisted product like the Outer Gods, at least he should have a human form.

Therefore, "traitor of mankind" is somewhat not the right term for Duanmu Ye, who is no longer a human being, but he was able to find such a breakthrough in his confused thoughts.

If the existence of the Starry Night is like what is described in the game, through the full deployment of the Noble Phantasm it becomes a "gate" for the Outer Gods to descend, and by replacing the sky of the "Starry Night", the invasion of the Outer Gods can be carried out, then at the moment when these six starry sky vortexes are formed, the Outer God who descends at the moment will definitely not be just Nya Latotep, the fun guy who will definitely appear. The Outer God who created Van Gogh will also, like the plot of the event in FGO, take over Van Gogh's body as soon as possible, and then invade reality.

The trick of tampering with consciousness is outdated for Duanmu Ye. He is tired of it. It is certainly impossible to cause some unexpected effects on him at this moment. The moment the idea came to his mind, Duanmu Ye already knew why he had such an idea.

The setting of Starry Night is not just a channel for the Outer Gods to descend into the world, nor is it another "door" fabricated by the Outer Gods.

It actually represents Van Gogh's mental state and the embodiment of his self. Just like in the background story, Van Gogh, who was deeply tormented by madness and clarity, finally refused to cooperate with the Outer Gods and committed suicide, leaving behind his last creation, "The Starry Night", which failed to become the Outer God's entry into this world.