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

The frank conversation echoed in the room after the door was slowly closed. Even though both Uryu Ryunosuke and Shin Caster knew that there was a third person in the house, just like a lion hunting would not consider what the fleeing antelope was thinking, at this moment when the room had been turned into a cage, the idea of ​​escaping from the house did not exist from the beginning.

He ignored the little girl sitting on the sofa, even though she was a student at a school near Fuyuki. However, Ryunosuke Amayura, who treated everyone equally, was extremely grateful that he had picked up such a lost little girl as a model while tracking the sunflower girl.

Now, before figuring out whether to make the girl into a human sunflower, a human potted plant, etc., Ryunosuke Uryu decided to imitate the "super cool" killing technique that Master Caster showed him when he summoned him!

"Oh? It seems like you've figured out the trick, Master!"

Under the scattered moonlight, the black magician opened his eyes wide, and his smile, which almost stretched from ear to ear, looked extremely crazy.

That's right, only by giving hope first can you create more fear, whether it is to reveal your intentions or plans, or to cover the entire house with positions without the other party knowing anything.

The girl now must be in a room of this house, banging hard on the window, trying to use her frail body to open a window that is impossible to open, in order to win hope of survival for herself.

But...how is this possible?

Master Caster is an adult who can make the whole house his own, and he also has magic props that can control other people's minds. He is a person who is extremely compatible with me!

Groping in the darkness that he had just adapted to, Ryunosuke Uryu, who had no response from the first floor, did not miss the opportunity to make some noise in every corner of the first floor. Even a little bit of fear could increase the other party's hope of survival.

Like a game of cat and mouse, the exploration of the first floor came to an end. Looking at the stairs leading to the darker area on the second floor, a blush of excitement gradually appeared on Ryunosuke Uryu's face.

He heard it, heard the sound of knocking on the window, heard the strong beating of the heart, heard the extremely rapid breathing...

"I'm coming up~"

Ryunosuke Uryu had a smile on his face. He walked up the stairs at a deliberately slow pace with heavy footsteps. He learned this technique from a movie and he believed that this would amplify the other person's fear.

But when he really focused his sight on the second floor, the deep darkness that seemed covered by a layer of black cloth still made him feel a little confused.

Could this also be the work of Master Caster?

Turning his head to look at Caster on the first floor, Ryunosuke Uryu's eyes reflected the image of him teasing with his sharp nails the little girl who had regained consciousness but was unable to move or make any sound.

After shrugging slightly, Ryunosuke Uryu reached his hand into the darkness. He seemed to touch something, but that thing escaped from his hand in an instant.

However, the heartbeat coming from afar did not change its position, and even the breathing that became rapid due to fear was not in front of him.

When the thing he touched disappeared from his hand, Ryunosuke Uryu looked a little confused. Maybe it was the cleaning supplies placed in the middle of the road, or something else?

He continued to grope, and the slight touch from his palm began to spread to his arm. He immediately pulled his hand out and pointed it at the moonlight. The slight water stains seemed to emit a strong smell. The next moment he put it to his nose and took a deep breath, all his doubts were immediately dispelled.

"What? It turns out you were scared to death!"

His vigilance disappeared in an instant, and Ryunosuke Uryu, who enjoyed playing with others, walked up the stairs more confidently and boldly, taking a step into the darkness.

"Who allowed you to set foot in this house?"

A strange voice suddenly sounded in Ryunosuke Uryu's ears. It was a voice he had never heard before. It could even be said that it was a voice blurred by many notes, and the words that directly presented the answer emerged in his head.

In the undispellable darkness, there seemed to be some creature standing up from the ground. The cold wind blew across his cheeks. In this space where it was impossible for wind to blow, even the air around him gradually condensed at this moment.

Huh? Isn't that the girl who lives here?

The body's instinct drove Ryunosuke Ameyu to react, even though his brain didn't think it through, and he couldn't even understand why he had such thoughts.

But without giving his physical strength a second thought, he tumbled down the stairs from the second floor and rushed towards the locked door under Caster's puzzled gaze.

"My Master, what made you lose your composure?"

The doubtful question made Ryunosuke Uesugi stop in his tracks. He saw with his own eyes that the door that should have been close at hand was moving away from him, as if it had come alive. No matter how he ran in that direction, he could never touch the door.

Looking back, Master Caster hadn't caught up with me, and the distance between me and him became as far as the infinitely stretched room.

Witnessing this scene, Ryunosuke Uryu swallowed his saliva, and a strong sense of uneasiness made his pupils tremble constantly.

The sound of the violently beating heart was extremely clear, and the next moment, a yellow figure suddenly teleported from the darkness in the distance to his front, and the pale mask was directly pressed against his eyeballs, stinging his eyes.

"To be honest, I'm a little angry, so now that I'm here, don't even think about leaving..."

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Don’t worry, it’s guaranteed.

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 56: The Unlucky Person Who Calls the Unspeakable Name

The dim room, the secret room from which there was no escape, the tattered yellow clothes and the pale mask. Witnessing all this, Ryunosuke Uesugi's pupils kept trembling. He felt the blood surging all over his body, as if a newborn baby saw a very handy toy. He stretched out his trembling hand towards the pale mask that was almost stuck to his face.

I really want to see it, I really want to see it, I really want to see it!

The guy who appeared before him, like the butcher in many horror movies, almost satisfied all his fantasies about something he had always longed for.

When he touched it with his hands, the pale mask felt soft like a real person's cheek. He gently took it off, and found a group of indescribable tentacles that kept twisting and swallowed his face in an instant after he took off the mask.

Deprived of sight, I was left in complete darkness, cold and gloomy, without even a sound...

"Where is this place? Master Caster? Are you there, Master Caster?"

Surrounded by darkness, Ryunosuke Uesugi felt a little lost. He suddenly couldn't remember why he came here and what he was pursuing.

For some reason, he suddenly became confused?

Ding--

ding-ding-

It was like the sound of some wind blowing through bells rang in his ears. Ryunosuke Uryu raised his head to look for the source of the sound, and in his eyes he saw whirlpools of various shapes reflected, as if the planets under the oil painting were lighting up the surrounding darkness one by one accompanied by the sound of wind chimes.

Surrounded by the stars, those stars were like eyes staring at him as he stood in the void, which made Ryunosuke Uryu's eyes flash with excitement.

"So beautiful! Who should I give this kind of picture to?"

The crazy laugh that was almost stretched from ear to ear became restrained while he muttered to himself. At this moment, Ryunosuke Uryu realized that he seemed to be losing something.

Is it memory? No, it's will. He can no longer remember why he came here, nor why he wants to live...

"Ryunosuke, why did you fall asleep?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his mind. It was the voice of someone he was very familiar with.

He looked up again, and the Command Seal on the back of his hand, which was glowing with purple light, pulled his gaze back from the stars, just like returning a wide-angle camera to its original point. The stars around him, which had expanded to an unknown size, suddenly converged and turned into a very ordinary house.

Sweat dripped from his forehead. Everything that had just happened was like a dream and he couldn't recall the details. He just felt that he seemed to have forgotten something important in his dream. That thing was the belief that he had carried through his entire life!

Holding a tattered yellow magic book, the cover of which seemed to be made of human skin was opened by Caster. Under the ominous purple magic emanating from it, Caster had a slightly puzzled expression.

"Ryūnosuke, didn't you say you were going to pursue your own Saint? Why did you fall down those stairs in such a mess?"

Confused words came out of Caster's mouth, which made Uryu Ryunosuke blink as he stood there thinking about something.

"Master Caster, didn't you see a strange man in a yellow robe rushing down from that building just now?!"

"The weirdo in the yellow robe? There are only four of us in this room reacting. There's no fifth person or even a summoned creature. But considering I needed to use the dream control technique in this book to wake you from such a deep dream... Ryunosuke, you haven't slept for too long, have you?"

Flipping through the magic book in his hand, Caster's face showed no emotion, but his magnetic voice still contained a hint of doubt.

From his perspective, everything that happened from beginning to end was a performance by Ryunosuke Amayura alone. If he had not suddenly discovered that Ryunosuke was standing at the door and sleeping motionless, he would probably still think that those were all Ryunosuke's performance art.

Although it is a bit off-key, as the saying goes, artistic creation has no posture. Even if it is blasphemous art, it can still be called art.

"Master, you're right. Maybe I'm just too tired, so I'm hallucinating! Anyway, let's find that girl first. Did she escape?"

Ryunosuke Uryu cheered up very easily, which made Caster gradually excited. Although he didn't know what happened, seeing him pursuing a girl in such a way still reminded him of something very touching.

"Of course my Master, how could the Saint not respond to the footsteps of her followers?! She is upstairs now, you can see her true appearance at any time!"

After hearing Caster's words, Ryunosuke Uryu regained his spirits and wanted to go up the stairs again, but he caught a glimpse of an old book gently placed on the coffee table next to Caster from the corner of his eye.

With his clear memory of the works of the forty or so people he had killed so far, he could be very sure that this book had not existed in this house before, or in other words, this book did not exist at this location just now.

Driven by curiosity, Ryunosuke Uryu did not choose to continue going upstairs but came to Caster's side, picked up the ancient book on the coffee table, and through the folded note that seemed to be left in the book by the girl, he easily opened to the half-open page, and whispered it out under the gaze of Caster.

"Beware those who read this book, for Hastur the Unspeakable has set his mark here. He was called, and he answered. From the cold lands of endless night, between the stars, he glided forth, and none dared stand before him. Hail the great Hastur, the reveler from afar! Will he find sustenance at last?"

"What a mess! Master Caster, do you know this guy named Hastur?"

There was an extremely faint yellow mark beneath the scribbled handwriting, but it seemed to have been weathered and could no longer be clearly distinguished due to its age.

But when he recited some of the words, Ryunosuke Uryu could clearly sense something strange coming from behind him, as if countless pairs of eyes were looking at him from all directions. There was clearly nothing around, but it seemed like there were many people there, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

Caster, who was standing next to Ryunosuke, also had a strange feeling, but when faced with this question, he shook his head while flipping through the magic book in his hand.

"I seem to have seen the handwriting on this book before, but I'm sorry, Ryunosuke, I can't give you an answer. I don't know Hastur."

However, the moment after Caster uttered those three words, the room, which had been dark because of the night, suddenly became dark with a "ding" sound. A strong light rushed into the room from outside, and an indescribable strong sleepiness suddenly came over him.

"Ryunosuke? Ryunosuke!"

Caster's voice rang in his ears, but when Ryunosuke Uryu suddenly opened his eyes, he found himself in a barren hill. All he could see was yellow earth. The hills covered with lichen looked like the terrain of other planets. Only in the distance at the end of his sight were the ruins of an ancient city surrounded by a lake.

Although he didn't know what had happened, Ryunosuke Uryu still felt a little relieved with Caster standing next to him, but Caster's face was incomparably solemn.

"Ryunosuke, Servants don't dream on their own initiative. Even though I possess the dream control technique, I can only control the consciousness of others."

Caster said, then turned and looked behind him. On another hill far, far away, under the cold moonlight, there seemed to be an unknown figure standing on the top of the hill.

"In other words, the person who is actually in the dream is you, and I was pulled into your dream because of the contract...

Although I don’t know what happened, but run away, Ryunosuke, if you are killed in this dream, your soul in reality will also perish...”

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 57: Both are summoning familiars, but why does it feel like the one on the other side is Caster?

"Run away? What are you talking about, Master Caster? Aren't we the ones who are hunting?"

Even though he was on a hill that seemed to be made of the crust of a planet he had never known, with yellow sand blowing in the wind and cold moonlight shining on his face, Ryunosuke Uryu did not think that he was in an irreversible predicament.

The sunny boy's smile is still so optimistic, and he even has an unignorable curiosity and desire to explore because he has dreamed of something he has never dreamed of before.

However, Caster placed his slender fingers on Ryunosuke Uryu's lips, interrupting what he was about to say next.

"Hurry up, Ryunosuke. If you want to follow the footsteps of the Saint, find a way to wake up from this dream. I will try to buy you some time. If you can't wake up..."

Listening to Caster's words, Uryu Ryunosuke saw a figure on a distant hilltop. The figure was hunched over and seemed to be some kind of humanoid creature. As he had some knowledge of the animal world, he guessed that it was some kind of ape.

However, the next moment, in just a blink of an eye, the figure that slowly stood up on the hilltop in the very distant distance disappeared without a trace, just like a game of chess, and appeared on another hill a little closer to him in the next moment.

That was not a speed that a human could achieve. To be precise, among all the creatures he knew, even the cheetah, which was recognized as the king of speed in the world, could not climb over a hill in the blink of an eye.

What on earth is that?

Curiosity and fear of the unknown creature made Ryunosuke Uryu's body tremble uncontrollably. As he stepped back, he looked at Caster who was still standing there with a smile on his face.

"Master Caster, you must win! You must bring that thing back intact. I want to study its anatomy!"

The backward movement turned into a jog amidst shouts, and while waving to Caster with a smile, he also walked towards the only water source in the distant wasteland plain.

He had no idea where on Earth he was. Perhaps this wasn't even Earth? But no matter what, he just had to move towards a water source. They always said on TV that where there was water, there was a chance of survival!

Witnessing Ryunosuke Uryu's figure gradually disappearing into the distance, Caster, holding the magic book, looked towards the approaching figure.

"Hmm... a world made of dreams? I don't know who you are, but facing the hands of someone like me who possesses God's grace, even if God himself were here, I would still be able to blaspheme him!"

He flipped through the magic book in his hand quickly, and the purple magic gave off an extremely disturbing aura. Above this indestructible crustal wasteland, in the mist spreading out with him as the center, there were vaguely some shadows as tall as a person.

The mist was spreading and darkness arrived as expected. The cold moonlight could not penetrate the expanding darkness, but the whistling cold wind blew away the mist that was used to confuse people.

"Nani?!"

Caster, who was constructing his position, widened his eyes, his sharp eyeballs feeling a slight sting as the cold wind blew past them.

He was certain that his position had not failed. The sea monsters that kept emerging at this moment because of the magic book in his hand and the position were the best proof.

But because of this, Caster's position, which he had already completed and begun to expand, was instantly broken by the cold wind.

This was no longer something that could be explained by any restraint. Although Caster himself knew that he had no foundation as a magician, the magic book in his hand was made by his friend and was a genuine prop from God.

How could it be possible, how could it be desecrated by such a person of unknown origin?!

The resentful black magician displayed a considerable degree of madness, his eyeballs almost falling out of their sockets and trembling constantly, his arm engraved with some twisted lines emerged from his black robe as he raised it, the lines on it flashing with blood-red light made all the blood vessels on his arm and even on his face bulge completely.

"Unforgivable, unforgivable! You who ravaged the Saint, you who snatched her from me, now dare to desecrate the masterpiece of my friend! Great God, cruel God! I will pull you down from that throne and sully your glorious name with my voice of rebuke!"

Almost a series of words poured out, carrying resentful words. The magic book that should have been held in both hands was now suspended in the air. Purple magic power gushed out from the opened pages like a fountain, and the emitted mist spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed. Black figures emerged in the mist, and they were all extremely petite children without exception.

It is the embodiment of a treasure, and even more so, the embodiment of spirit. The souls of 300 children who were tortured to death during their lifetime are summoned here through the magic book, and a soul sacrifice is being performed on this desolate planet where sacrifice is impossible.

Duanmu Ye, who witnessed all this, said nothing. On his figure, as tall as an ancient tree, he was carrying the extremely petite Van Gogh with a worried look on his face.

"Is that a... sacrifice..."

He could also clearly see the mist spreading in the distance. In Van Gogh's eyes, the shadows of the children were reflected and exploded in an instant. The scattered limbs and blood spread across the seedbed of monster creation. The creatures born from the bodies of the children kept shaking their tentacles, as if they were a combination of a starfish and an octopus, and they kept gathering together to form an absolute line of defense.

Van Gogh knew that it was a defensive measure built to block Duanmu's advance, but the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere still made her eyes reveal some abnormality.

"Hold on to me."