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

Such an action shocked Kotomine Kirei. There was no doubt that this level of healing ability could be classified as magic.

"Carry him out, and then find a place you like to drop him off. Don't bring him home, my dear Uncle Kirei~"

"I would do the same without you telling me."

Kotomine Kirei did not give Matou Sakura a good look, but it would be better to say that he treated everyone like this rather than not having any look.

However, Kotomine Kirei, who was carrying Emiya Kiritsugu on his back and preparing to leave through another opened entrance, suddenly turned his head and looked at Sakura Matou who was standing at the entrance of the Enzo Cave. He frowned slightly. After a brief thought, Kotomine Kirei still spoke slightly in the direction of Sakura Matou with a doubtful attitude.

"Don't die in such an ugly way."

It wasn't a question of concern, nor was it a reminder. It was simply a heartfelt hope that the person Matou Sakura was about to face could kill her, but not in a very ugly way.

Kotomine Kirei didn't think that Matou Sakura's decision to leave behind was a spur of the moment decision. The only explanation for this was that someone who interested her could make her ask him to go first.

At this moment, Matou Sakura sighed helplessly, shook her head gently, and denied Kotomine Kirei's words.

"That's such a shame, Uncle Kirei. If you don't leave now, the dense grenades I've buried in every corner of this cavern will surely reach you."

“3…2…1——”

The last number was stretched out very long by Matou Sakura, as if to give Kotomine Kirei enough time to leave the big cave in Enzo Mountain, but Kotomine Kirei soon realized that this was not a reminder to himself, but a real countdown.

A violent explosion occurred from the top cave, engulfing Kotomine Kirei and Emiya Kiritsugu just as he was about to escape from the cave. Before the sound completely disappeared from their ears, Matou Sakura's loud laughter reached their ears.

From the very beginning, the bomb fabricated using the Cosmic CQC was placed at the entrance from which they came, and the detonation was naturally from the top. Kotomine Kirei's failure to leave in time was also within Matou Sakura's calculations, but the real calculation was made by Duanmu Ye, who had rushed here at the fastest speed but was still a step late.

Duanmu Ye, wearing a yellow coat, stopped at the collapsed cave entrance. Countless large and small rocks fell from the top, filling the entire large cavity.

However, Duanmu Ye saw it. He saw a guy who was supposed to be dead appear in front of him. Before the scene in his sight was completely buried by falling rocks and smoke, Duanmu Ye saw Matou Sakura, who was killed by his own hands, appear in front of him.

The collapse of the cave left him no time to think, let alone confirm whether Sakura Matou's existence was real, or whether it was just an illusion caused by using the power of Nyar Latotep as before.

However, the in and out that was completed in the blink of an eye made Duanmu Ye, who was back outside, fall into uncontrollable thinking. But no matter how he thought, his mind could not return to its original calmness.

Sakura Matou should be dead, killed by his own hands. In order to prevent beings like Nyar Latotep who like to possess people, he even destroyed her internal organs to the point that she couldn't hold on even if she was possessed.

But at this moment, Sakura Matou appeared in front of him with an expression that he was very familiar with.

That innocence, that innocence, that despair... everything seemed so real that Duanmu Ye couldn't help but guess that the Nyako he saw was actually a small amount of power from Nya Latotep who was possessing Matou Sakura, nothing more...

Looking at the passage that was completely filled with stones, it was impossible to tell whether the Sakura Matou buried inside was real. When he tried to control the wind to explore through the cracks in the stones to see if there was still life inside, Duanmu Ye returned disappointed.

After retracting the release of power and taking back the magic power that was actually not magic power at all into his body, Duanmu Ye took a deep breath.

He completely put aside his chaotic thoughts. If he had not lost the power of Cthulhu, Duanmu Ye would not have dared to reach into his head and physically remove from his brain the parts that caused him to constantly think about whether Naya and Matou Sakura were alive. Otherwise, at this moment, he would not only use the crazy inspiration given by Hastur to cover up these constantly popping up problems.

In silence, he walked quickly towards the residential area. The place where the yellow house originally existed was almost on the edge of the bombing. The gray house had lost its original color. Yi Xun's face did not look good.

The more you know and the more you think, the more inevitable madness will spread inadvertently. Even after it develops to a certain extent, it will be impossible to restrain it no matter how hard you try.

The inspirations that emerged in his mind one by one came from all the crazy things he had done in the past few days. Although his thoughts were briefly relieved in front of the colorless house, after this buffer, he was tortured by the double torture brought by the two different kinds of madness from Nyarlathotep and Hastur.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye, who urgently needed to find an outlet for his madness, pushed open the door. Without even closing it, he rushed to the second floor where Van Gogh had built his studio.

The clean and tidy studio still appeared before her eyes as it was when Van Gogh was still there, except that the paintings that Van Gogh had piled up in the corner were gone. The paintings painted with the drawing boards and paints created by her magic were gone, leaving only a blank space.

Where Van Gogh's self-portrait should have been, there was a piece of paper with traces of use. Without the layer of paint covering the surface, the color behind it easily broke through the thin layer of paper and seeped out.

After tearing open the paper, Duanmu Ye saw the painting hidden behind it. It was a portrait that almost completely overlapped with his own appearance, but with a very Greek style. Next to it was a paint box that was almost 90% new and a palette with dried paint.

Duanmu Ye had never thought that the paint she bought for Van Gogh would be used in this place, but when she thought about it carefully, only the real paint would not disappear because of her departure...

He took down the portrait of himself, picked up the paint and palette on the ground and stood in front of the rearranged easel. The inspiration that almost filled his entire consciousness was finally released. The sunlight coming through the window had turned into darkness when Duanmu Ye came to his senses.

As if they were paintings completed unconsciously, the entire studio was filled with paintings, from the two hunting dogs at the beginning, to the greatsword that slew everything, from the black knight trapped in the illusion of the stars, to the reveler on Aldebaran, from Gatanjir and the sword of salvation, to the church that seemed to be burning in hell, and even the army that burned out in the desert. The end of the King of Paranoia was all presented one by one in those paintings...

After doing all this, Duanmu Ye shook his body and tried to stand up, but his empty brain drove his body to fall backwards the moment he stood up. In the end, all he felt was pain from the back of his head, and his consciousness was completely cut off.

It was unknown how long it took before Duanmu Ye struggled to open his eyes and called out Van Gogh's name, but no one responded in this French-style room.

Duanmu Ye almost forced himself to walk downstairs and wanted to buy some food, but the empty refrigerator seemed as if nothing had happened, which made Duanmu Ye look a little dazed.

Looking around one by one, the cold house seemed to have no signs of other people living there. Only the pile of plates with food residues in the kitchen proved what had happened.

Suddenly, Duanmu Ye heard a rapid knock on the door. His mind went blank at that moment, and a figure appeared in his mind, driving him to walk quickly to the entrance and open the door.

"Um...Brother Duanmu, my father asked me to bring you something. I knocked on the door for a long time yesterday but no one opened it. But I'm glad to confirm that you are okay, Brother Duanmu!"

The appearance of Toosaka Rin made Duanmu Ye's face gradually show disappointment. After taking the box containing the property certificate from her hand, he closed the door without saying anything.

The life that he had long been accustomed to was ruthlessly disrupted by Van Gogh. It was difficult for Duanmu Ye to accept the fact that he was back to this state.

Judging from what Toosaka Rin said, today is the second day since Van Gogh left. Although she has no memory of what happened in between, she should accept this fact and adapt to living alone again!

Duanmu Ye took a deep breath and decided to temporarily forget everything about the Outer Gods as a horrible dream and enjoy the wonderful life after receiving funding from the Tohsaka family.

But the sudden knock on the door behind him gave Duanmu Ye a headache. He turned around and opened the door again, speaking helplessly.

"Is there anything else, Rin? I don't have anything to eat at home right now, so I'm sorry that I can't accept your invitation..."

But when Duanmu Ye looked up, the dazzling sunlight made him squint his eyes, but he could still see a petite yellow figure in his sight. She was a little flustered and embarrassed because of what he had said just now, and even lowered her head, almost kneeling on the ground to admit her mistake and apologize.

"Well... well... I don't think I have anywhere to go... I don't know why, but I will make money by painting!"

"So you can still take me in... Master?"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 1: The Purple Flute in a Dream

White...a world of white as far as the eye can see.

Duanmu Ye looked around. He didn't know what had happened. He always felt that he had forgotten something very important. But in fact, it was not just something very important that he had forgotten. It was more like he could not remember anything except his own name at this moment.

I could vaguely make out that the white expanse in front of me was similar to a snow scene. As I walked forward based on my intuition, there was still no change in the scenery.

"What am I supposed to do?"

It was a vast void, as if there was nothing there. The repetitive scene seemed to be due to the unchanging surroundings, but it also seemed as if he was constantly spinning in the same place.

As he stopped, Duanmu Ye's face showed a little confusion. He tried hard to find his own memories from his blank head, but the response he got was an unignorable severe headache.

What happened?

Duanmu Ye kept asking himself this question in his mind. Without any memory to prove it, it seemed impossible to get an answer by asking himself this question over and over again.

He walked forward again in a daze, step by step... step by step... until his footprints were swallowed up by the snowflakes. Looking back, he could no longer see the road he came from, nor the road ahead. Only then did Duanmu Ye's expression change slightly.

He seemed to see something, and at the moment he turned his head back and forth, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something very tiny buried in the snow in the distance, with only a small part exposed, emitting a strange purple glow in the dazzling light.

It was a small object that had never appeared before. Perhaps it was because the snow scene was too eye-catching that such an object buried in the snow had never been discovered before. Or perhaps this unchanging snow scene had undergone some subtle changes without one's noticing, and the appearance of the prop buried in the snow was the best proof.

But no matter what the answer is, Duanmu Ye is glad that there is finally something that breaks this weird vicious circle. Perhaps he can find his lost memories from the small purple object that suddenly appeared.

However, just like the snowy scene around him before, no matter how Duanmu Ye walked towards the prop gleaming with purple light in the distance, it always maintained an absolutely balanced distance from him. He could not approach, could not touch, and could not determine its exact location...

Duanmu Ye did not give up, even though his current memory was blank and he had no idea how he got here, what happened, or what he was supposed to do.

But relying on his own subconscious judgment, when the only prop that did not belong to this snow-white land appeared, that prop must be the key to breaking the current situation!

Therefore, it was just like it was moving forward in the snow just now, but it changed direction to a certain extent and continued to move forward towards the location of the prop.

Because he had a purpose, Duanmu Ye's pace was extremely fast. Then he started running as if he had thought of something, running towards the direction of the prop. Until the purple light was getting closer and closer to him, Duanmu Ye slowed down his speed.

Sweat soaked his clothes. Only then did Duanmu Ye feel that the environment in this space was not as cold as the snow-white one in front of him. He was sweating profusely while running. Even though he was not aware of the environment at all, he felt more like he was being burned by the scorching sun.

The white falling from the sky and the white surroundings gave Duanmu Ye a preconceived notion that this was a snowy area, but at this moment, it seemed that those falling white things, those white things spread on the ground, should be the ashes of something that had burned.

Realizing this, Duanmu Ye covered his head with his hands. The severe pain caused his body to stagger. Fragments of memories gushed out of his mind, flashing continuously like a PPT.

Overlooking the huge crater in the city... the gray-white two-story houses... the countless paintings filling the houses... a sudden fire...

Fragments of memory keep flashing back and forth in these four scenes, as if the distance is getting closer and closer, and then from near to far, changing back and forth over and over again.

Despite this, the images still had a certain order, which made Duanmu Ye believe that it must have happened to him...

"It's... terrible..."

Duanmu Ye muttered to himself, and after exerting a little force, he let go of the hand that was supporting his forehead. He continued to walk towards the purple prop that was so close that he only needed to take two more steps to bend down and pick it up.

Duanmuye didn't care what that thing was, or even what would happen if he picked it up. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to confirm the purpose of this prop in front of him, or...

leave here!

He has realized that this is actually just a dream. It is not accurate to call it a dream. It should be said that this is a space formed after he lost consciousness.

Although Duanmu Ye didn't know why it turned out like this, and even most of his memories disappeared without a trace, if the reason was not because of any abnormal changes in his body, then it must be caused by the object in front of him that was emitting purple light.

The expression that had become confused due to amnesia became firm. As he walked forward, the original distance did not occur. Duanmu Ye easily came to the front of the purple object, bent down and picked up the object buried in the ashes.

It was a flute, a jade flute made of the finest purple jade. Its warm feel seemed to be due to being buried under hot ashes for a long time, but after careful observation, it seemed that such warmth came entirely from this purple jade flute.

Duanmu Ye's face showed a hint of doubt. Even though he had no memory related to it, he could roughly guess that he knew the owner of the jade flute, or knew the origin of the jade flute.

But just after picking it up completely from the ashes and feeling the warm touch emanating from its body, a gentle and melodious piano sound came from all directions, as if some words were poured directly into his ears.

"Hehe... let's burn each other on the mattress of raging flames..."

"what?"

Duanmu Ye suddenly turned his gaze behind him. At the end of his sight, a blue sun suddenly rose above the snow-white horizon, but not far away from it, there was also a white sun emitting scorching rays.

That white sun was the real sun, the sun in the east. It was also the landmark that allowed him to identify the direction and walk towards the place he wanted to reach.

The blazing sun that rose at this moment did not replace the original sun, but while the original sun still existed, it rose slowly in the south...

The scorching heat that hit him seemed to have opened up all of Duanmu Ye's senses to the outside world. The high temperature, which was unbearable for ordinary people, melted every inch of his skin and flesh, but Duanmu Ye still opened his eyes and looked at the blue sun rising in front of him until they made eye contact.

Look at each other?

At first, when Duanmu Ye realized this, he was a little suspicious whether he had seen something wrong, but when he once again fixed his eyes on the blue "sun" rising from the horizon, Duanmu Ye could clearly see that there was another ball of flame in the center of the "sun", which looked like a pupil with a dilating iris.

At this moment, considering the horizon and the edge of the sky as eye sockets, the rising pupils suddenly looked like a pair of eyes, but Duanmu Ye's consciousness was terminated in an instant after he realized this picture.

It wasn't that his SAN value was cleared, but the high temperature that almost burned the entire surface once again melted his body completely, and completely merged into the layer of ashes under his feet, no longer existing.

"Duanmu?"

"Duanmu?"

"Master! Wake up!"

When I suddenly opened my eyes, what I saw was Van Gogh, who had accidentally fallen off the bed because of my sudden opening of my eyes.

The loud noise completely woke Duanmu Ye's consciousness from the dream in which he could not remember much. When he sat up and was about to comfort Van Gogh lying on the ground, Duanmu Ye suddenly felt something in his hand that he did not remember.

The warm touch was like the state of a piece of top-quality jade after being heated by body temperature, and some of the patterns on it made Duanmu Ye marvel at its exquisiteness.

As I was about to take it out of the quilt, a purple jade flute appeared in front of me. The carvings of several rabbits and a tree that looked like a laurel tree on it made Duanmu Ye stunned, because he really had information about it in his memory.

This beautiful dragon flute made of purple jade seems to be one of Yang Guifei's favorite instruments, along with the pipa.

There is even a legend that such a jade flute was a gift from the moon fairy "Chang'e" to Yang Guifei, and it is an instrument that only heavenly immortals or fairies should own.

Although in Duanmu Ye's personal judgment, even if the legendary Yang Yuhuan really became a fairy, she would probably just be one of the fairies like Chang'e in the Moon Palace, who entertains people.

Even though she possessed innate beauty and could be called the "Da Ji" of the Tang Dynasty, there was no doubt that her beauty, which she relied on the most, was actually nothing in a world where there was no shortage of beauties.

After all, the so-called "beauties are better than fairies" are compared to the fairies in the sky. In this world where fairies really exist, there is no doubt that such praise is somewhat ironic in Duanmu Ye's eyes...

"Duanmu... I have a bad feeling..."

As Van Gogh spoke, Duanmu Ye, who had stopped thinking about the jade flute in front of him, cast a puzzled look at her.

Van Gogh's return happened a few days ago. After a simple rest in the room, Duanmu Ye began to focus on the subsequent financial operations.

Although he owns nearly two kilograms of gold bars, what is truly valuable is that Tohsaka Tokiomi has added three additional sets of shop property rights on top of the original two sets of shop property rights.

After a few days of testing, nothing happened that was affected by Nyar Latotep. Although Van Gogh seemed to have really become an ordinary girl before him, just as he had wished to the Holy Grail, no longer cursed by any foreign gods and only inheriting Van Gogh's memories and painting skills, nothing happened at the moment, so Duanmu Ye decided to find something to do for himself.

After all, the computer that he traveled through time with still cannot be repaired. In 1994, even the 960 graphics card had not appeared. His 4060ti graphics card might have to wait until thirty years later to be useful.

At a time when neither this nor that is working, I still have to find a way to tap into my business talent. At worst, I can sell all the property rights to the right person, pay back the money and return to China to retire.

However, after a brief silence, Van Gogh spoke somewhat awkwardly.

"Actually... I don't know..."

"......"

Duanmu Ye, who was expecting Van Gogh's answer, fell silent. At this moment, he could not find any words to express his inner feelings. He just waited for Van Gogh's next answer in silence.

As if sensing Duanmu Ye's silence, the atmosphere became awkward. Van Gogh twisted his body in a panic, and even his gaze was a little uncertain.

"I just suddenly had a bad feeling... Please... Please trust me! My intuition is always right!"

Van Gogh's words reminded Duanmu Ye of the strange dream he had just had. Although the details were no longer noticeable, the jade flute in his hand seemed to be the product of that dream, an object brought from that dream into reality.