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

Yang Yuhuan's voice came from the bed in front, and this time, it was Duanmu Ye's turn to have a question mark pop up above his head.

Can't accept it?

Accept what?

As three question marks kept popping up above her head, Yang Yuhuan turned her head slightly as she finished speaking, and fixed her eyes filled with resentment and shame on Duanmu Ye, who was looking puzzled.

"I can't accept this! Why would you be my Emperor in this life? There must be something wrong. How could a guy like you be my Emperor?"

"..."

Duanmu Ye was speechless. Even though he had such a strong mental state, he couldn't help but fall into an uncontrollable silence after hearing Yang Yuhuan's words.

"When did I ever say I was your Lord Emperor?"

Duanmu Ye didn't want to be Li Longji. If it was the early Li Longji, it would be fine. But the problem was that the one he was with Yang Yuhuan was the middle and late Li Longji, the Li Longji who could have become the second most outstanding emperor of the Tang Dynasty if he had died ten years earlier.

Of course, the main problem is that we are now in a civilized society, and feudalism is outdated. If the imperial seal is in his hands, Duanmu Ye can reluctantly become the emperor, but if he says he is the emperor now, he will definitely be regarded as a feudal remnant and beaten to death.

Yang Yuhuan, who was asked this question, puffed up her cheeks, tears of grievance kept sliding down from the corners of her eyes. She looked pitiful and spoke again with a little resentment.

"Of course I hope you're not, but you have my flute and the same clothes as the emperor... Although you look... Why is it like this..."

When talking about her appearance, Yang Yuhuan was always so ruthless, but it seemed that she noticed something and changed from direct attack at the beginning to vague avoidance.

This conversation gave Duanmu Ye a headache. He had also looked in the mirror. Whether he was using the Faceless Walker or not, he still looked the same. He was still a decent person. How could he be as difficult to talk about as Yang Yuhuan said...

Although Duanmu Ye also knew that there were a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, his appearance polluted by the foreign gods would appear different to different people. Perhaps in the eyes of some people with extremely low SAN values, his facial features would be distorted into an abstract image like the red center in mahjong.

However, neither Van Gogh nor Yang Yuhuan had low SAN values. Rather, it is better to say that Yang Yuhuan viewed herself from a perspective without any loss of SAN value, while Van Gogh had an external god filter that could be completely ignored.

In response to this, Duanmu Ye could only sigh, readjust his slightly damaged mentality, and look in the direction of Yang Yuhuan again.

"So you want to exchange the Holy Grail for a Lord Tianzi?"

"Of course! There must be something wrong with the Emperor's reincarnation! I must use the Holy Grail to find out! Otherwise... Otherwise..."

Even though Yang Yuhuan did not express the last words completely, Duanmu Ye had already guessed the general answer and could even be sure of it.

Renewing the old relationship with the emperor... This is no longer a top secret information. Duanmu Ye had guessed it when he saw Yang Yuhuan avoiding the question about her wish, but the reason why he expressed it was entirely because he could not confirm whether there was a certain degree of discrepancy between the game and the reality before him.

It's like Van Gogh's wish changed from asking the Holy Grail "what is she", and from wishing for "a large sum of money" to "desire for life to end"...

Duanmu Ye was not sure whether Yang Yuhuan's wish would be the same as what he knew about her wish.

But now, Duanmu Ye confirmed Yang Yuhuan's wish and gave an answer at this moment.

"If that's the case, I can help you."

There is no doubt that this is Yang Yuhuan's own wish, to love each other and grow old with the one she loves. This is her own wish, not the destruction of the world under the Ketugeya model.

Although it was unclear whether Yang Yuhuan was hiding such a wish, seeing Van Gogh eager to make a move beside him, Duanmu Ye finally compromised.

"Really?"

Yang Yuhuan blinked her eyes. Her face, which had already been beautiful because of crying, was even more attractive with the look of longing on it.

But Duanmu Ye didn't buy it and nodded, answering with an extremely affirmative tone.

"So what should I do? If I just treat you as a general of the Royal Guards, you look pretty good..."

Yang Yuhuan's words made Duanmu Ye feel ashamed. If Yang Yuhuan really said this based on her own experience, Duanmu Ye couldn't believe that his appearance, which was distorted by the foreign gods, could be considered acceptable in the Imperial Guards. Then what kind of monsters were the people in the Imperial Guards?

In response, Duanmu Ye shook his head, picked up the Van Gogh beside him, and placed it in front of himself.

"Since the Imperial Concubine has said so, then we two can handle this kind of rough stuff. You can just stay in this house or stay with us to cheer us up and encourage us!"

Hearing this, stars appeared in Yang Yuhuan's eyes, and even her sad expression became excited.

"Can I play the pipa for you guys?"

Duanmu Ye nodded and approved the establishment of such an atmosphere group.

"Can you play any song?"

Duanmu Ye was a little confused, but nodded. After all, he only knew how to listen to songs and didn't know much about the instrument called pipa.

"Then can I play 'Song of Everlasting Sorrow'? I don't know why, but this piece of music that I've never played before popped up in my head!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

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Oh no, I don’t know why my whole body aches today. Even though it’s raining outside, I don’t think I’ve got rheumatism, right?

I just managed to squeeze out 4,000 today, so I'll just take it as a day off. Woohoo, I'm sorry, everyone.

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 11: Amnesia? Hallucination? Someone's coming?

"Really...really can't play 'Song of Everlasting Sorrow'?"

There was an unavoidable look of grievance on Yang Yuhuan's face, and the tears that were almost about to burst out were constantly swirling in her eyes as she spoke.

"No! Not even 'Rainbow Feathered Robe'! In short, you can't play any songs related to your Noble Phantasm. You can do whatever you want with the rest!"

Duanmu Ye was extremely resolute in his opinion. No matter what, he would never allow Yang Yuhuan, a Servant in the atmosphere group, to be tainted by anything related to the original Outer God.

Although it was a foregone conclusion that Yang Yuhuan was possessed by Ketugeya from the moment she arrived, at this moment, Yang Yuhuan still maintained the characteristics of a normal Servant. Duanmu Ye did not want this to turn into a parent-teacher meeting because Yang Yuhuan unknowingly used the related abilities.

For Duanmu Ye, who wanted to resolve the Holy Grail War peacefully, such an outcome would be more or less worth the loss...

Seeing this, Yang Yuhuan just puffed up her cheeks with resentment, and looked at Duanmu Ye angrily with a hostile look that was slightly less hostile than before, without saying anything more.

Although she was not allowed to play some songs that she was interested in, she did not have to play those forbidden songs. As for Duanmu Ye, her "Master" in name only, she was still happy to help him if it was just a cooperative relationship.

As long as I can play songs, as long as I can use my talent to bring smiles to people's faces, even if it means putting myself in a difficult position and performing with an "Emperor" who isn't the Emperor...

Yang Yuhuan thought that if it was just like this, she could still accept it!

"So what do we do next? Defeat the other Wakoku Dongyi?"

Yang Yuhuan's eyes were very beautiful, especially now that there was no flame burning in them. They sparkled like sapphires, and seemed even purer and more mysterious than Van Gogh's clear sky-blue eyes.

Although Yang Yuhuan's eyes were deeper, under her innocent look, this depth and mystery were ruthlessly concealed by the sparkling stars around her eyes, becoming a special color that added icing on the cake to her innocence at the moment.

Of course, Duanmu Ye was not confused by her appearance at the moment. Rather than being confused by the beauty in front of him, it would be better to say that Duanmu Ye was more concerned at the moment. He was concerned about whether Yang Yuhuan's emotions towards him and her mental state were switching too smoothly?

Under Yang Yuhuan's interested gaze, Duanmu Ye sighed heavily and spoke again with some helplessness.

"Calling Japan 'Wakoku' and calling the people here 'Dongyi'... that's really a very stylish way of calling them..."

Kind, incomparably kind. Even the few times he had come into contact with Nüba had not made Duanmu Ye feel the customs and culture of his hometown more than at this moment.

"Could it be that... they have changed their names?"

Yang Yuhuan was obviously confused and lost in thought because of Duanmu Ye's reaction at the moment, but no matter how she thought or analyzed, even if she used the knowledge given by the Holy Grail, she could almost certainly call this place Wakoku, and on this basis, call the people of this place Dongyi.

In response, Duanmu Ye coughed twice, readjusted his mood, and then spoke.

"Let's put aside the matter of attacking others for now. You should have seen everything that happened just now. Before that, Van Gogh and I have something to discuss..."

After saying that, Duanmu Ye approached Van Gogh beside him, wanting to take her back to her room to discuss why the physical body of the "R'lyeh Text" appeared in her hands.

But when he turned around, Duanmu Ye found that his body was frozen in place. But it was not so much that he was frozen in place, but rather that his clothes were firmly grasped by someone, so he could not move at all.

Perhaps for a long time to come, Duanmu Ye would not be able to easily let go of the fact that Yang Yuhuan's D-level strength could easily pull him, who was no longer a normal person.

But at this moment, Yang Yuhuan spoke weakly, with a hint of complaint showing on her face.

"Is there anything you need to tell me behind my back? Don't look at me like this, I've learned a lot, and I might be able to help you!"

Yang Yuhuan spoke seriously, seemingly more seriously than ever, and said words that made Duanmu Ye feel a little ashamed.

Although there is no hostile relationship between Cthugha and Cthulhu like the one against Nyar-Latotep, it is better to say that under normal circumstances, the gods in the Cthulhu mythology do not have a subjective hostile relationship. Whether they are Outer Gods or the Old Ones, they only develop a hostile relationship because they dislike each other over time.

Just like Hastur and Cthulhu, they are set to be brothers, but in the end they are hostile to each other and have an incompatible relationship.

Because of this, there's a Chinese idiom called "fire and water cannot coexist." Duanmu Ye couldn't guarantee that Yang Yuhuan, protected by Cthulhu's protection, wouldn't suddenly awaken when she saw Cthulhu's R'lyeh Text again...

In this regard, Duanmu Ye thought for a moment and decided to reject Yang Yuhuan's request, but Van Gogh, who had been silent all the time, took the initiative and spoke tremblingly.

"Of course! If we just take a look... nothing will happen... right?"

As he spoke, Van Gogh turned his head to look in the direction of Duanmu Ye. He already looked a little guilty for answering first, and after their eyes met, he looked even more guilty. Even his body was shaking at this moment, and he was visibly afraid.

This was an action entirely based on Van Gogh's own personal judgment. Duanmu Ye's expression did not change at all, but it seemed that it was precisely because of the lack of change in his expression that Van Gogh believed that he must have made the decision on his own and suffered indifference.

"In that case, let's talk about it here."

Duanmu Ye made a compromise. Although he had some concerns of his own, it did not mean that he would ignore the feelings of the people around him because of his concerns.

Therefore, at this moment, in compliance with Van Gogh's wishes, Duanmu Ye slowly walked back to Yang Yuhuan and waved to her. This made Yang Yuhuan, who was sitting on the bed, tilt her head, a little puzzled.

"Move over, in this harmonious society, you can't make me kneel..."

Yang Yuhuan blinked and then widened her eyes as if she suddenly realized something. She then crawled to the other side of the bed, making up a fairly spacious space.

Duanmu Ye placed the R'lyeh Text on the bed. Unlike Van Gogh, he did not get on the bed immediately. He folded his hands and looked at the R'lyeh Text, which had no magical reaction and looked like an ordinary ancient book. His face was a little solemn.

"Tell me how this book came into your hands."

Van Gogh hung his head and did not speak immediately. Yang Yuhuan, who was sandwiched in the middle, was like watching a play, constantly moving her head back and forth between Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh with her gaze.

After a long while, Van Gogh spoke weakly.

"Actually... I don't know... I just thought about how I could help, and then I wanted to take out my paintbrush to draw something... but what I came up with was this..."

"So, even you don't know why you took this out?"

Duanmu Ye had a headache. If Van Gogh really took out this book that looked like the original version of the "R'lyeh Text" unconsciously, it meant that the power of Cthulhu had invaded to a very serious extent and could easily bypass him. Even the talented people on this island had not noticed it at all and had directly delivered the book to Van Gogh's hands.

This behavior is really incredible. Although it is an extremely normal thing for the gods in the Cthulhu mythology, Duanmu Ye does not think that in this subspecies Holy Grail War, Sakamoto Ryoma and Okita Souji, two characters sent by the restraining force, will be unaware of this.

If the distortion had really reached the point where it could bypass the restraining force, then there would have been no need for the starry night of 1994 to try to open a passage to the surface.

Therefore, rather than slipping the R'lyeh Text into Van Gogh's hands without anyone noticing, Duanmu Ye believed that it was actually Van Gogh who had lost the memory of how he obtained the book.

Amnesia is the beginning of a drop in SAN value. Not only Van Gogh, but even Duanmu Ye sometimes loses a memory inexplicably, or something appears around him but he has no impression of it.

This very common occurrence is enough to explain why Van Gogh said such a thing, but at the same time, with such an explanation, there is no need to continue the conversation about the origin of the R'lyeh Text.

Just like the drama of seeing Van Gogh take out the "R'lyeh Text", the conversation about it also ended so dramatically, but this answer explained by relying on "amnesia" was like a lump in Duanmu Ye's chest, which he could not let go for a long time.

At this moment, he already had three props of the Outer Gods on him, Hastur's yellow robe, Cthulhu's book, and Cthugha's flute... They seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but they appeared in his hands as if attracted by something.

Could it be... that it's because I lost my soul?

Duanmu Ye frowned, and when he was alone, he handed the girls' friendly conversation back to them. He sat alone in the room, looking at the computer screen that was still flickering with green fluorescence. Except for the skills related to [Priest of Water] and [Flower of Mars] that disappeared without a trace, he did not gain some new abilities like he did when he became friends with Van Gogh.

"Is it true that Yang Yuhuan doesn't have any problems?"

Thinking carefully about the places where Cthugya appeared, it seemed to be related to the purple jade dragon flute in her hand. Once it moved away from Yang Yuhuan, Cthugya was as if it had never appeared, and only Yang Yuhuan, a normal girl, was left.

Duanmu Ye felt that his head was about to explode with a string of questions. The pain from his brain made him look embarrassed, and even his mood became extremely irritable.

dong dong dong-

"who!"

The rapid knocking on the door made Duanmu Ye shout impatiently towards the door, but the knocking only paused for a moment and soon rang again, even becoming more rapid.

"April Fool's Day has been over for a long time, please stop playing pranks like that, Van Gogh!"

The moment he walked quickly to the door and opened it, what caught his eye was Yang Yuhuan's teasing smile.

"Are you looking for me in such a hurry?"

The heavenly voice seemed to be filled with a hint of temptation, but Duanmu Ye's mind was almost filled with all kinds of thoughts, and the only thing that could clearly appear was the thought of asking her to shut up completely.

"You said... you would help me fulfill my wish, right?"

Yang Yuhuan continued to speak, her smile was very charming and her words were very seductive, but to Duanmu Ye's ears they sounded quite disgusting.

Shut up......

Duanmu Ye, who was muttering to himself, suddenly felt a hint of chill. His hot body had completely soaked his clothes. The coolness that made his thoughts clear was entirely due to the chill brought by the wind blowing through the window that had been opened at some point and hitting his sweat-soaked clothes.

Duanmu Ye suddenly woke up and saw that there was nothing in front of him. He also saw Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh sticking their heads out of the doorway not far to the side and looking at him.

Duanmu Ye pretended to be calm and took a deep breath for a long time before he forced a smile and looked in the direction of Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan with a pale face.

"Van Gogh, how was your conversation?"

These seemingly caring words were actually what Duanmu Ye wanted to know most at the moment.

Was what I just saw a real person, an illusion, or... something else?