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

There was a hint of imperceptible evil charm on her face, which was smiling from beginning to end, and this evil charm was just caught by Van Gogh who was carefully groping his way from the second floor to the living room. But before she could remind him, Yang Yuhuan's eyes fell on her.

"Alas!"

The suffocating feeling as if being entangled by a python made Van Gogh's already pale face even paler. As if as a warning, Yang Yuhuan did not make any move other than staring, but gradually withdrew her gaze from Van Gogh and fell on Duanmu Ye again.

"You must take good care of that flute... Otherwise... I will burn you to ashes..."

Some familiar lines echoed in my ears, and at the same time, I could hear the sound of shoes stepping on the floor behind me.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling brought by Ktugeya's gaze disappeared without a trace, and the coolness around him rushed from all directions to Duanmu Ye who was standing in place, and at this moment he turned around and looked at the house behind him.

Inside the door that had been melted to create a human-shaped passage was a black-haired girl lying on the ground. The sound of even breathing could be heard from behind. Even the trembling Van Gogh squatted in front of the girl with a little fear in his heart, and kept poking her body with a paintbrush that he had taken out from somewhere.

Both the walls and the door had disappeared, and it seemed there was no possibility of restoration in a short period of time. Duanmu Ye shook his head helplessly and even sighed heavily.

"Duan...Duanmu...what should we do now..."

Van Gogh, who was squatting in front of Yang Yuhuan, spoke in a trembling voice. Although she no longer had the protection of the foreign gods and was extremely afraid of facing Yang Yuhuan who possessed the power of the foreign gods, she still asked Duanmu Ye who was standing at the door.

He walked into the room with a sigh, and probably guessed that his current location was similar to the location he was in when he was just teleported to Fuyuki. Both were in a very remote place in the residential area, and would hardly attract attention.

Duanmu Ye, who knew this very well, gave up trying to save his own door. The moment he walked into the room, he bent down and hugged Yang Yuhuan.

"Let's take it one step at a time... At least we have to wait until she wakes up before we know what to do, just like when you first arrived..."

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 4: An Unpopular Holy Grail War? Don't underestimate my intelligence network!

For Duanmu Ye, leaving Fuyuki at the moment may not be a bad thing. After all, there is a possibility that Nyar Ratiotep exists in Fuyuki. If he really went to a parallel world, then it can almost be concluded that he got rid of Nyar Ratiotep's entanglement with the help of such a time travel!

What wonderful good news this is!

Duanmu Ye didn't want to fight Nyar Ratotep again. This time, there was Yang Yuhuan, who was targeted by Cthugha himself. If he really fought Nyar Ratotep, there might be a scene of two suns in the sky, which would really destroy the world...

When he placed the sleeping Yang Yuhuan on the bed, Duanmu Ye began to think about the changes that had taken place during this period of time, because this was the first time he had truly observed the entire process of his time travel. There were so many things to think about about such a time travel, especially why he traveled through time, which was the most worthy of thinking, but also the least necessary to think about.

Duanmu Ye, who got the answer in the first time, still found it difficult to accept this fact. After all, in the Cthulhu mythology he knew, Yog-Sothoth, who controlled time and space, could indeed make it possible for himself to travel between parallel worlds. After all, his original body existed outside the multidimensional universe. It seemed that he was the root of the Type-Moon world, so it was somewhat easy for him to interfere with parallel worlds.

Therefore, when he understood why he traveled through time, Duanmu Ye faced something that was difficult for him to accept.

Since his time travel was not limited to the orthodox Holy Grail War, and since his time travel was not restricted to the past, it was highly likely that the future would not be restricted either. As long as he solved the current troubles, or sent away the girl who was currently possessed by the Outer God like he sent away Van Gogh, he would enter the next round of transmission CD until he got their token again.

This kind of script development does not conform to Duanmu Ye's understanding of Yog-Sothoth, the omniscient One of all things. It seems more like a script written by Nyar Latotep...

'Damn it, Nyar Latotep is still after me!'

The feeling of being chased from one place to another by Naya Latotep made Duanmu Ye feel somewhat physically uncomfortable...

But such purely bad news was not the only news brought by thinking, because compared to the bad news of being chased by Nia Ratotep, Duanmu Ye thought of a worse bad news.

That is... he does not have the ability to summon other Servants, and all the power he can use comes from the Outer Gods.

Even the painting that Van Gogh painted for himself was only given other content for a brief moment, and then completely disappeared, becoming an ordinary painting with only commemorative significance.

Although he had been encouraging himself by using the slogan of using heresy to fight heresy, when he truly realized this and could not change it, the feeling that the enemy and he were of the same origin still made Duanmu Ye feel a little sick.

While thinking, he looked at Van Gogh who was squatting beside the bed and looking at Yang Yuhuan on the bed. Of the powers of the three Old Ones that she brought to him, only the power of "Hastur" was retained at present. But compared to when Van Gogh was still a gathering of Outer Gods, the power he could use at this moment was a little too limited, so that Duanmu Ye was a little worried whether he could suppress the awakened Yang Yuhuan Kthugya by just using the power of "Hastur".

Regarding the Imperial Holy Grail War that took place in Tokyo in 1945, Duanmu Ye was not worried that he would be at a disadvantage because the intelligence was not as complete as in Fuyuki's Fourth Holy Grail War. After all, it was enough to know and understand the participants of the entire Holy Grail War. Other plots or other things were variable factors, and there was no need to know them at all.

Unless someone like Arthur replaced Artoria, who was supposed to appear, and appeared with the Holy Sword of the Stars carrying the "Special Attack Against Threats to Humanity", he only needs to know the information about the participants in the Holy Grail War to become the one who kills the competition.

As luck would have it, although Duanmu Ye didn't know about some subsequent plot developments because the comics had not been fully updated yet, he still knew something about the seven Servants in the Imperial Capital Holy Grail Tales.

Saber: Okita Souji, if he remembers correctly, she should not have been summoned at this point in time. I just don't know if her Master will be Amber from Tsukihime, or Akagi Zoujou, who Duanmu Ye is most familiar with and also traveled back from the future to summon Saber, or Fujimiya Kyuujiu who summoned Saber in the first round without him traveling back.

Archer: Oda Nobunaga, the ruler known as the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, was summoned by the Nazi soldiers of the right wing of Japan when Japan was about to be defeated. Although her wishes in her lifetime were almost fulfilled, she was still summoned by the army. She used the present world's pressure to cut ties with the former master, and after signing a contract with the new master, she instantly took control of the internal affairs of the army, and tried to use the judgment given by her era to bring new innovations to Japan again. As a result, after she grasped the existence of the Holy Grail at the first time, she deployed military power throughout Tokyo.

There wasn't much information about Oda Nobunaga, and at a time when he wasn't sure who the current Master was, the fact that he held the Holy Grail that hadn't yet fully descended wasn't something worth worrying about for Duanmu Ye.

The only thing worth worrying about is that she wanted to use the "August 1 Holy Grail Bomb" developed through the Holy Grail to turn the tide on the eve of Japan's defeat in World War II. Whether from a rational or emotional point of view, this is enough to make her an enemy that he must kill.

Even if her master is really the "Altria" described in the four-frame comics, she has been put on Duanmu Ye's kill list just like those right-wing Nazis.

It's probably just like how Matou Zouken feels in Duanmu Ye's heart, there's only one way out no matter what...

Lancer: Li Shuwen, who shone with his boxing and marksmanship in his time. If there was anyone in this Holy Grail War who was a friend that Duanmu Ye had to pay attention to, just like Weber Velvet, then he and his master Lan Lanfang were the ones that Duanmu Ye absolutely had no right to conflict with, even more so than Weber Velvet.

As for Okada Izo as Assassin, Sakamoto Ryoma as Rider, and Mori Nagayoshi as Berserker... there is no need to waste too much thought and effort to record information about these characters who are almost not presentable. It is enough to just know that they exist.

Looking at the seven riders in the "Tales of the Holy Grail of the Imperial Capital" recorded in the notebook in his hand, the next moment after his eyes swept over the above six riders, Duanmu Ye's eyes fell on Caster, who he had deliberately marked out.

Caster...Maxwell's demon...

Although it is unclear how the Japanese military summoned such an abstract Servant to serve them, just like Van Gogh, Maxwell's Demon, as a "phantom" created by a modern creator, may not have the same extraordinary abilities as some creators who can cast heroic Noble Phantasms on others, nor as extraordinary as some creators who can change the direction of the story through their own creations, or even create some dramatic illusions to control the enemy.

But since he is some kind of "phantom" that was created, his existence would not be too against the will of heaven, but it must be very abstract!

Maxwell's Demon, the only one whose Noble Phantasm is specially marked, can be said to be the object that Duanmu Ye cares about the most. His Noble Phantasm [The Negation of the Second Law of Thermodynamics (Maxwell's Demon)] is actually himself.

The phantom formed by the "Maxwell's Demon" proposed by British physicist and mathematician James Clerk Maxwell in 1871 is actually the infinite power dreamed of by greedy humans, a perpetual motion machine that is manifested by denying the second law of thermodynamics.

Of course, this is not a complete perpetual motion machine. At best, it is something similar to it. Although it has the ability to generate energy almost infinitely, it requires certain conditions to start.

Caster, with his unlimited mana, is undoubtedly the Servant that can best ease the burden on Masters with mediocre or even weak magical talents. However, the problem is also very straightforward: while he is given unlimited mana, he only possesses one skill...

"Devil's Proof EX": An invincible cheating skill that will never be destroyed in a certain era.

Such a skill comes from the reality that it has not been denied. After all, the era when "Maxwell's Demon" was truly denied was 1981. In Tokyo in 1945, nothing that could deny it existed at all. It can be said to be an invincible skill.

However, even with such an invincible skill, and Caster who is almost invincible in this era, Duanmu Ye has a way to definitely kill him.

Closing the notebook that had recorded the intelligence, Duanmu Ye's eyes fell on every corner of the house he was in. Every corner showed the technology from 2024, and the electronic facilities that were out of place in the Showa era of 1945...

Although some items have lost their usability due to the loss of connection with their original era, there is no doubt that this house from the future era that has long overthrown "Maxwell's Demon" will be the guillotine that kills this "invincible" Servant.

Compared to the Fourth Holy Grail War, which had three top-notch Servants like Gilgamesh, Iskandar, and Arthur Pendragon, there were almost no Servants that could be shown off in the Imperial Capital Holy Grail War of 1945.

The reason why this era is most suitable for the appearance of Yang Yuhuan Ketugeya is precisely because Oda Nobunaga wanted to help the Japanese right wing realize their wish of restoring their country and responded to the call.

Although the decline of the Tang Dynasty was not entirely due to Yang Yuhuan's beauty, in that era, her beauty was undoubtedly to blame...

Therefore, at this moment, with Ktugeya already about to explode with everything on the surface, and Yang Yuhuan being a time bomb that might be possessed by Ktugeya and blown up at any time, Duanmu Ye has already thought of this island that is looking forward to the restoration of the country. In this parallel universe where he does not face the little boy and the fat man, he gave them a super nuclear bomb called "Yang Guifei".

No matter whether it was Oda Nobunaga's Sixth Heavenly Demon King's Noble Phantasm or the "Holy Grail Bomb No. 81" that she and those Nazi right-wing elements transformed the Holy Grail, they were completely insignificant in front of the Outer Gods!

Because it was a parallel world, because it was Japan, and because it was the Nazi right wing, Duanmu Ye did not feel that much guilt for doing such a thing. He even laughed secretly just thinking about it.

There is no possibility of nuclear pollution. The flames of Cthugha will be recovered before they spread across the ocean to the continent. Such a large explosion can be said to have no side effects.

Although he didn't know whether Nia Ratotep would find it funny to see him doing that, at least at this moment Duanmu Ye couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Duan...Duanmu...she woke up..."

Van Gogh's reminder made Duanmu Ye retract the smile on his face that he could no longer suppress.

After coughing a few times, he regained his composure and returned to the bed where Yang Yuhuan was lying with Van Gogh.

Yang Yuhuan, who had struggled to open her eyes, lost her previous composure and became dazed. She even seemed a little startled when she saw the two people standing by the bed, and pulled the quilt over her head...

Such a scene made Duanmu Ye speechless. The pressure Yang Yuhuan had put on him just now was enough to make him sweat profusely, but the purity and ignorance she displayed at this moment did not seem to be fake.

There was silence for a long time before Duanmu Ye took the initiative to break the dead silence.

"Yang Yuhuan, do you know why you are here?"

Being asked this question, Yang Yuhuan slowly lowered the quilt covering her head, blinking her eyes as if thinking about something, and then spoke weakly.

"Holy Grail War?"

Seeing this, Duanmu Ye sighed helplessly, raised his right hand engraved with the peony flower spell, and facing the back of his hand towards Yang Yuhuan, he spoke helplessly.

"So from now on, I will be your Master..."

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 5: Is it Yang Yuhuan or Cthugha?

"Master?"

Yang Yuhuan, with half of her face covered by a quilt, revealed some doubts in her blue eyes. Although she had an Asian face, her dark blue pupils were obviously not the same brown-black color as Duanmu Ye's.

Although Duanmu Ye probably knew that the reason Yang Yuhuan's pupils were different from his own was because she was possessed by Ketugeya...

But at this moment, in those eyes as clear as a mirror, there was no trace of madness contaminated by the foreign gods. Duanmu Ye could even vaguely see from her eyes that she had a trace of uncertainty about her participation in the "Holy Grail War".

"Are you my Master?"

Yang Yuhuan spoke again with some doubts, which made Duanmu Ye a little confused, but Van Gogh took the initiative to give some explanations.

"Were you also abandoned by the gods? Or are you also being watched by the gods? Being able to... being able to appear at Duanmu's door... looks just like when Van Gogh appeared! You also came here to fulfill a wish through Duanmu, right? Right!"

It seemed like the first time she had met a companion of the same nature as her. Although she still had some timidity from previous encounters, she was more excited and incoherent.

"desire?"

Yang Yuhuan blinked, and more confusion was revealed in her beautiful eyes, which made Duanmu Ye frown.

Could it be that, like Van Gogh, he is also a person who hides his desires?

"Guh...that kind of thing...Van Gogh actually doesn't want to..."

Van Gogh's mood suddenly became low, but he quickly reacted and the next moment he looked at Duanmu Ye with an extremely subtle expression.

"Has your ability been restored?"

Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh. The indifference in his eyes seemed to come from some very realistic things, and under this look, Van Gogh shook his head somewhat disappointedly.

"Only a little bit... a little bit... maybe just a little bit of telepathy..."

A faint mosquito-like sound rang in his ears. Duanmu Ye thought carefully and realized that this was the first time he had heard Van Gogh say something in such a low voice in the past few days. This also proved that there was nothing false in Van Gogh's words.

During these few days of getting along, apart from being somewhat shocked that Van Gogh could keep his true wish in his heart for so long, Van Gogh often showed off to her the little life skills he had learned from him. He would come to her and give her crazy hints after painting an everyday picture, and after receiving some compliments that were not really compliments at all, he would show a very smug look.

Therefore, at a moment when she was almost aware of the various emotions that Van Gogh displayed in various situations, and when Van Gogh showed such a deflated look, it was almost confirmed that the extent of her ability was only such spiritual communication, and she did not possess any vital abilities. At this moment, it was understandable that Van Gogh was as weak as a deflated ball.

Retracting the indifference in his eyes, Duanmu Ye, who thought he had to take care of four Old Ones at the same time, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After all, no one knew whether "Cthulhu" and "Hastur", whose balance was maintained by the Flower Demon "Usum", would be broken by the appearance of "Cthugha the Explosive".

Although in Duanmu Ye's impression, only Van Gogh had some insignificant communication with Yang Yuhuan, and his opinion of Yang Yuhuan was only limited to the recognition of their common job and was not equal.

After all, even though she was a fictional character created by the Foreign Gods, Van Gogh, who had three different stages, always maintained absolute self-awareness. Even in the Foreigner's directness, in her cognition, she was nothing else but existed simply as "Van Gogh", even now it was still the same.

However, Yang Yuhuan, who only had two stages, was the complete opposite of Van Gogh. Her growth was radical and catastrophic. Influenced by Cthugha, her "noble concubine" attitude would undoubtedly lead her to act in a way that was truly charitable, leading to madness and disaster. The blue flames reflected in her eyes were the very source of her spiritual power...

Therefore, Duanmu Ye did not think that Yang Yuhuan at this moment was as harmless and pure as she appeared to be. There must be something hidden in her that he could not know, and the answer might come from the last words she left not long ago.

"You must take good care of that flute, or else... I'll burn you to ashes..."

These words were the last spoken by the possessed Cthugha. They sounded more like a kind of advice than a warning. The existence of the Purple Jade Dragon Flute seemed like a limiter. If Yang Yuhuan lost or destroyed the dragon flute, she would instantly enter the second stage and be possessed by Cthugha...

These words that seemed like warnings or advice seemed to have different meanings. At the moment of having a simple conversation with Yang Yuhuan, the conclusion that Duanmu Ye could reach was not any of them.

"This thing should be yours, and now I will return it to its original owner."

That’s right, rather than keeping the Purple Jade Dragon Flute himself, Duanmu Ye felt that it would be easier to just hand it over to Yang Yuhuan.

Looking at the purple jade flute, Yang Yuhuan, who was in deeper confusion because of thinking about her own wishes, suddenly had stars in her eyes. She suddenly sat up from the bed and snatched the purple jade dragon flute from Duanmu Ye's hand, which was in obvious contrast to her behavior of refusing to take it just now.

"My flute!"

Yang Yuhuan, with a look of surprise on her face, held the slender flute in her arms. Like the pipa that was now placed beside the bed, the flute held an indescribable long...

Just as Yang Yuhuan hugged the purple jade dragon flute again with a look of surprise, her eyes glanced at the two people standing by the window, and her focus fell on Duanmu Ye.

"Master...? Can I call you that?"

“No…No!”

It was obviously the first time that Yang Yuhuan spoke so formally, but the next moment she was stopped by Van Gogh, who suddenly stood up from his squatting position and opened his arms to block the eye contact between Duanmu Ye and Yang Yuhuan.

Yang Yuhuan tilted her head, and Duanmu Ye was also a little confused.

But at this moment, Yang Yuhuan did not show much emotion, and even seemed to not meet the requirements to be a "royal concubine", with a look of bewildered innocence on her face.

"Why not? I think that's what Servants in the Holy Grail War are called?"

Yang Yuhuan paused, as if she had a flash of inspiration as if she had thought of something, but soon became confused again.

"This is my first time attending an event like this... Could it be... did I call the wrong number?"

Yang Yuhuan's purity and innocence seemed to be something she was born with. Her every move at this moment tugged at the heartstrings of everyone present. Even in such a truly soft and weak tone, she seemed particularly helpless and pitiful...

“No…..and neither…”

Van Gogh, who had finally stood up, collapsed again after hearing these words. He squatted beside the bed with only half of his head exposed, and almost denied what he had just said in a voice that only she could hear.

Only she herself understood this feeling clearly. Not long ago, she was the one who called Duanmu Ye Master...but now it had become another woman who came from nowhere and destroyed the painting she cherished!