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

However, with the help of the restraining force, Sakamoto Ryoma was almost certain that it was not impossible to summon a Servant that had already retired.

Therefore, he had to explain something to Fujimiya Jiujiu...

"First of all, I respect your idea. After all, it is possible to summon a Servant using a fake. But Ms. Fujimiya Kujuku, you need to know that not all summoning rituals can summon the Servant you want. Using a genuine one might be able to establish direct contact, but using a fake to summon..."

Sakamoto Ryoma paused, looked at Fujimiya Kyuju, who seemed to have noticed something and had an extremely ugly expression on his face, and continued.

"Even you don't know what it will summon, Miss Fujimiya Jiujiu..."

Sakamoto Ryoma's words made Fujimiya Kyuju's face look extremely ugly, not because of anger, but because everything the other party said was extremely correct. In fact, some of the things not only orthodox magicians but also Kotomine Risei, who handed over the fake Avalon in his hand to him, had warned him so before.

Counterfeits of holy relics may not necessarily be able to summon the true Heroic Spirit, but looking back at the Holy Grail War since its inception, those holy relics have been in the hands of large families. If she had not been extremely determined to participate in the Holy Grail War, perhaps she would not even be able to obtain such a counterfeit.

It could be said that with the authentic artifact now in the hands of the Einzbern family, I had already risked everything by obtaining the Avalon counterfeit. If I still wanted to pursue victory in the Holy Grail War, I would have to give up trying to summon the Knight King I longed for...

Fujimiya Kujuku clenched her fists, and in the firelight, her face was gloomy and seemed to be struggling to a great extent. For her, giving up on summoning the Knight King was almost the same as giving up participating in the Holy Grail War.

However, she still had to revive the Fujimiya family and rebuild its glory. Why would she give up anything...

"I can give you Saber's Command Seal! My grandmother said... our family doesn't have the potential or bloodline to continue being a magician, so my knowledge of magic is limited to levitating objects..."

In the flames, Akasei Zouzhang raised his hand. The glowing red command seal seemed to have some strange magical power, attracting Fujimiya Jiujiu's attention.

But soon, Fujimiya Kyuju showed a strange look and looked at Akasei Zoujo who had an idiotic smile on his face.

Simply because... the magic that makes objects float in the air is a mark passed down from generation to generation in the Fujimiya family. To a certain extent, this kind of magic used by the ancestors of the Fujimiya family is to manipulate the time of the area around themselves. Whether it is to speed up, slow down, or even go back in time, records of this level of magic are all described in the ancient books of the Fujimiya family.

However, those were all the glorious notes of the Fujimiya family in the past. Even though she was the head of the Fujimiya family now, all she could do was rely on the reversal of time to keep her body in normal condition. Even if she was injured, she could recover to her full condition within a few minutes.

Even if she could only achieve this, Fujimiya Kujuku would be extremely satisfied. However, due to the complete decline of the Fujimiya family, she was the only one who possessed this kind of magic. Now that she had no parents, no sisters, and no brothers, a man suddenly appeared who possessed the same magic as her, even claiming to be from the "future"...

The hand that was stretched out towards Akasei Zoujou did not grab the shining Command Seal. Instead, he grabbed Akasei Zoujou's wrist and pulled him into his arms. At this moment, Miss Arlong, who was still eager to challenge him to a fight, was pulled back in the opposite direction by Sakamoto Ryuma.

"Don't look at what is indecent, don't look at what is indecent..."

As they hugged each other, Akasei Zoujou's brain didn't react for a while, and Fujimiya Kyuju finally understood why the hurt he had suffered was manifested on Akasei Zoujou's body.

Fujimiya Kyuujiu looked at him again with a complicated expression. Looking at this boy who looked almost nothing like herself, a question arose in her mind.

"Did she...actually find someone to marry?"

When he thought of such a thing, Fujimiya Kyuju couldn't help but shudder. However, after confirming that the other party was indeed a "man from the future" who was connected to him by blood and possessed almost the same magic circuits, Fujimiya Kyuju's expression towards Akasei Zoujou also looked much better.

"No need, just follow Sakamoto Ryoma's plan and summon Okita Souji."

Fujimiya Jiujiu smiled helplessly. After learning some things, she obviously no longer cared so much about the Holy Grail War.

After all, what she wanted was simply that the Fujimiya family not end in her hands. Since she had descendants, some from 70 years later, it meant that the Fujimiya family had definitely achieved a revival. Even if it couldn't return to the glory of her ancestors' era, knowing that the Fujimiya family had successors was enough to satisfy her...

But soon, Fujimiya Jiujiu had a new problem, that is, with a temper like her, who would like her?

Or...who will I fall in love with?

"Really? Didn't I tell you to stay on the edge with Yuhuan? This is not your home ground..."

"No... No... I can't be separated from you, Duanmu! That girl just now was so scary. The questions she asked when she heard my name were really scary!"

Van Gogh wanted to cry but had no tears, and even Duanmu Ye didn't know how to start.

When handing Yang Yuhuan over to Li Shuwen and Lan Lanfang, he established a cooperative relationship with them.

They were very happy to act as thugs to clear out the Japanese troops on the outskirts of this army base. After all, their goal was to prevent these devils who had the idea of ​​restoring their country from seizing the opportunity to do so again.

At first, they were worried that they would not be able to deal with the demon Archer. Even Li Shuwen, who was absolutely confident in his boxing and shooting skills, did not think that he could easily display his proud shooting and boxing skills when facing the demon Archer.

Therefore, with Duanmu Ye as a backup, even Li Shuwen agreed to the job of guarding very casually, and the person he was guarding was naturally Yang Yuhuan, the "ancestor" in every sense.

However, Van Gogh, who was supposed to be protected by Li Shuwen together with Yang Yuhuan, felt extremely uncomfortable for a moment after being caught by Lan Lanfang and asked a lot of questions about "Van Gogh".

At this moment, Van Gogh was hanging on Duanmu Ye like a sloth, and the resistance on her tearful face could not be ignored.

Duanmu Ye was also extremely helpless about this. The flames here were more or less contaminated by Kthugya's power because of him. It was not so easy to extinguish, nor was it so easy to ignore.

It can be said that such flames are a "restraint" that Van Gogh can hardly ignore easily. Just like she cannot use any power here, her inspiration is almost useless here, because the flames here will burn the paintings in her hands at any time, making it impossible for her to complete any work.

However, if she hangs on him like this, he won't have time to worry about her position when he fights Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga... If he falls into the same situation as before, Yang Yuhuan won't be by his side from the beginning and won't be able to detect his abnormality. If it affects Van Gogh, it will be a loss...

However, just as Van Gogh said, Duanmu Ye could not easily abandon Van Gogh. Since she was unwilling to leave him, he had no choice but to shoulder the responsibility of protecting her.

But just as Duanmu Ye was thinking about how to properly place Van Gogh, several figures appeared inappropriately in Duanmu Ye's sight as he crossed the wall of fire and headed towards the direction of Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga.

The moment he stopped, Van Gogh, who had been crying, also stopped wailing. He looked at the people standing not far ahead as if he hadn't reacted, and then pointed at Miss Along who was floating beside Sakamoto Ryoma and exclaimed.

"You're the one who ate my meal!"

Whether it was Fujimiya Kyuju, Akasei Zoujo, Sakamoto Ryoma, or Miss Arlong, they were all so shocked by the sudden appearance of the two people that they stood there in a daze, unable to speak.

What did they all see?

An ordinary person walked through those flames that could easily burn a person to death. If they had not smeared Miss Aaron's saliva all over their bodies to protect themselves from the fire, the almost carbonized skeletons around them would have been their fate.

Sakamoto Ryoma naturally recognized the other party at the first moment. Even if he didn't see Duanmu Ye, he could tell from the Van Gogh hanging on him that the group of people in front of him were the Caster who had caused him and Miss A Long so much trouble.

But what concerned him was that if that man was really Caster...wasn't he pretending too much like an ordinary person?

Duanmu Ye was not pretending at all at this moment. He had already decided to solve all the troubles here that night, so any disguise was meaningless.

"Yes, I am Caster."

"what!"

The first person to stand up and exclaim or even deny it was Fujimiya Kyuju.

As Fujimiya Kyuju and Akasei Zoujo who experienced the train incident, they witnessed Caster's strength with their own eyes and also knew Caster's cruelty.

Such a terrifying magician can basically no longer be considered a normal creature. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is some kind of man-made monster. How could he be this ordinary man who appeared in front of him and others at this moment?

However, just as Fujimiya Jiujiu came out to deny the other party, she saw Van Gogh pointing out Miss Arlong. In her memory, it was this weak girl who stood on the same line with the terrifying Caster and killed Saber...

Duanmu Ye just smiled gently. He did not choose to put on Hastur's spiritual clothes to prove his identity. He was already past the age of hot-blooded impulse. Since he had already disguised the fact of his "death", at this moment, he sealed the power of "Noble Prince of the Wind" within himself. It was not without precedent to show himself in an ordinary state like this, but at that time it basically announced that the end was approaching.

"What, you don't believe it?"

Duanmu Ye's words made Fujimiya Jiujiu fall into silence, but he did not lose his vigilant look.

Duanmu Ye, who was surprised as to why they appeared in such a deep place, asked about the origins of Sakamoto Ryoma and others behind her.

This was a question that had to be answered, even though everyone present was very confused. If the other party was the ferocious and brutal Caster, why would he appear in front of them as an ordinary person?

But they all had to believe that the other party was the mysterious Caster, because they could not afford the consequences of denying this identity.

Silence spread at this moment. Looking at the corner of the blue haori that Chicheng Zouzhang kept trying to hide secretly, Duanmu Ye's brows gradually furrowed.

"Could it be that... they want to resurrect Okita Souji?"

is it possible?

Duanmu Ye asked himself this in his heart, and then looked at Sakamoto Ryoma who was standing beside them. If it was combined with the restraining force, it seemed that nothing was impossible.

Sakamoto Ryoma had already noticed that Duanmu Ye was aware of their motives, and he also knew that there must be some special reason why Caster killed Saber right away. Perhaps it was because Saber had the ability to threaten him after taking away all the power of the demon Archer, so he got rid of Saber right away to relieve himself of any worries.

Immediately, having received the answer, Sakamoto Ryoma patted Akasei Zoujo's shoulder and spoke calmly.

"Just keep going inside. Leave this to me. I'll buy you enough time!"

"And Miss Aaron!"

Miss Aaron was very unwilling to give in. She had long wanted to bite the other person's head hard, but Ryoma Sakamoto kept stopping her.

At this moment, she finally had the opportunity to set her sights on such a target. She only needed to wait for Ryoma Sakamoto's order, and then she could use all her means and strength without any worries.

Fujimiya Kyuju, who was also pulled back by Sakamoto Ryoma, understood Sakamoto Ryoma's meaning in an instant. After taking a last look at Sakamoto Ryoma's back, he pulled Akasei Zoujo and disappeared into the flames.

At this moment, Sakamoto Ryoma lowered the brim of his hat, pointed a finger in the direction of Duanmu Ye, and spoke very calmly.

"Okay Caster, now it's just the two of us..."

"It's time to start counting your sins!"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 36: Time Procrastinated for Planning Is Actually a Slow Death

Duanmu Ye was not at all surprised that Ryoma Sakamoto was blocking his way. If the rules set before allowed them to escape death, then Ryoma Sakamoto, who was standing in front of him at this moment and blocking his way forward, was not as lucky as before.

"Plan? What plan?"

Duanmu Ye chuckled and spoke in extremely fluent Japanese without any communication barriers. After a slight pause, he looked at Sakamoto Ryoma in front of him with an extremely subtle expression.

"Could it be... a plan to resurrect Okita Souji?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryoma Sakamoto, who had been posing calmly, suddenly fell into a creepy state.

"He really did know. He knew the real name of every Servant here from the very beginning!"

Compared with the huge gap in strength, Sakamoto Ryoma felt an unprecedented fear of the lack of intelligence and even exposure.

Frontal battles had never been his strong suit; perhaps intelligence warfare was his forte. But now, a Servant appeared who possessed even greater intelligence than he did...

However, even at this moment, the exposure of the plan and even the intelligence made Sakamoto Ryoma's blood boil uncontrollably. His body temperature gradually rose, and beads of sweat could not help but seep out of his palms, soles of feet, and even back.

But as someone who came from an intelligence background and even fought on the front lines of the Meiji Restoration struggle, Sakamoto Ryoma still acted as if nothing had happened and gave an extremely calm explanation.

"Resurrecting a retired Servant... I'm not a god, how could that be possible?"

That's right, Sakamoto Ryoma was almost unable to suppress the discomfort brought about by the tension in his heart. The hand that was trying hard to suppress it was still shaking slightly as it lowered the brim of his hat to prevent the other person from seeing his face clearly.

Duanmu Ye did not respond, but just smiled and looked at Ryoma Sakamoto in front of him. This kind of silent confrontation without any response was the most direct way to bring fear to an intelligence officer with a high IQ like Ryoma Sakamoto.

Duanmu Ye didn't have too many ways to deal with him. The previous threats were only to create a psychological shadow on them so that when they saw him again or stood on the opposite side of him, the first thing they thought about was not other messy things, but whether they could beat him.

The fear brought about by the gap in strength is the most intuitive, and this is also one of Duanmu Ye's most commonly used methods. Compared with controlling the opponent's mind, having absolute power and not using it is somewhat of a waste of Duanmu Ye's strength.

Moreover, the price of using mental interference is that he will also be affected to some extent. Previously, with Usum balancing between Hastur and Cthulhu, he was able to dare to use mental attacks to control others.

But the problem is that even if he could use the power of Cthulhu by using the power of the R'lyeh Text, without the existence of Usum, the price of forced use would be like when he was restoring Van Gogh before, when the ink octopus almost swallowed his arm and into his body.

Duanmu Ye thought, if Ktugeya had not forcibly teleported him at that time, and if Ktugeya had not used his flame to dispel the ink-and-wash octopus, he would probably have been completely devoured by it and then possessed by it?

It was like it had broken free from its limitations and had its body transformed by Cthugha for a short period of time, becoming something else...

This result was not what Duanmu Ye wanted to see. Therefore, when he came here, instead of interfering with it through mental pollution and manipulation, Duanmu Ye preferred to use more direct power to become the key to bringing fear.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye could clearly sense that Sakamoto Ryoma was feeling fear due to a variety of factors, and the vast majority of them must have been due to his own complete knowledge of the intelligence, as well as the most fundamental fear...

"Want to go ahead, Longma? Let Aaron beat the living daylights out of him!"

"No, wait a little longer. Our goal is to buy time..."

At this moment, Sakamoto Ryoma was filled with indescribable emotions, fear, or perhaps powerlessness after taking in the overall situation...

Sakamoto Ryoma had no idea how to buy enough time from the "Caster" in front of him, nor did he know whether Akasei Zoujou and Fujimiya Kyuujiu could find even a single fragment of the Holy Grail as planned, and whether they could use it to successfully re-summon Saber.

All he could do was to delay as much time as possible for such things. After all, after he witnessed the battle of the demon Archer, he got a conclusion, that is, in this Holy Grail War, there was another force behind the demon Archer, a force that he had no way of detecting supporting her.

However, just before the opponent was about to raise his hand to attack, Ryoma Sakamoto interrupted him.

"Before that, may I ask you a question?"

Sakamoto Ryoma raised his head, and Duanmu Ye understood something from his flickering eyes.

"You want to stall for time, right?"

Duanmu Ye spoke without hesitation and observed Sakamoto Ryoma's emotions. The latter had obviously realized that his purpose would be exposed a long time ago, and he was mentally prepared. He did not show strong emotional fluctuations like before.

Similarly, Sakamoto Ryoma followed Duanmu Ye's lead and remained silent. At this point, no matter what explanation he offered, it would only increase the chances of the opponent attacking directly. However, if he gave the opponent all the initiative, perhaps he could amplify his arrogance and buy more time...

Duanmu Ye was of course clear about what Sakamoto Ryoma was thinking. He wanted to delay the time for summoning Okita Souji for Fujimiya Kyuju and Akasei Zoujo, and he didn't think he would fail.

In fact, except for him, Duanmu Ye, the entire world, including Yang Yuhuan, is within the control of the inhibitory force. So no matter what happens, as long as they have a relationship with the inhibitory force, Duanmu Ye can easily understand and accept everything.

As someone who understands what kind of actions the restraining force will take in order to correct history, Duanmu Ye is very clear about why Sakamoto Ryoma did such a fantastic thing.

At this moment, when they were almost "honest with each other", Duanmu Ye allowed Sakamoto Ryoma's plan to delay time. After all, he really wanted to let them fight among themselves, and then he would reap the benefits.

It is impossible for Miyamoto Musashi to lose to the Demon Nobunaga, but similarly, the Demon Nobunaga who possesses the Holy Grail will not easily lose to Miyamoto Musashi.

Therefore, a third party must appear. Duanmu Ye does not want to expose himself too early. If the number of hostile Servants on the entire battlefield can be reduced to one or two, then it will definitely be the best thing for him, the one who comes to reap the battlefield.

After all, it doesn’t matter who is the mantis and who is the oriole in the plan. Even if the oriole catches the mantis, isn’t there still a bird catcher behind the oriole?

Duanmu Ye does not think of himself as a mantis or a yellow bird. As for the bird catcher... Duanmu Ye does not think that his position can be placed so high. He does not think of himself as any of them.

In Duanmu Ye's view, he was just an ordinary person passing by, an ordinary person who had to take the yellow bird, the mantis and even the cicada into his pocket in order to make a living.

Silence spread at this moment. After a long period of silence, Sakamoto Ryoma fell into panic again.

He didn't understand why the other party could remain so calm, why he could react so calmly after he asked the question and even after knowing that he was stalling for time.