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

Van Gogh was unwilling to believe this fact, because his greatest reliance was that he still remembered his own name and everything that happened here.

The effects previously bestowed by the Command Spell still take effect in the spiritual base. As the first and strongest contract with Duanmu Ye, as long as the effects of the Command Spell have not disappeared, Duanmu Ye must not be dead!

Van Gogh did not stop painting, and no one noticed all the efforts made by the girl to avoid being seen by others. Even the Assassin wearing a skull mask left behind by Kotomine Kirei could only marvel at how the spreading fire could be miraculously extinguished.

"The Black Knight disappeared... The church's flames? Ah... I don't know why, but they went out on their own!"

As if conveying information to someone, the black-haired, brown-skinned girl moved her lips but made no sound. But the next moment, she felt a hint of chill.

The wind, the gentle wind blew past her as if someone was caressing her hair. The chill that spread from her back made Assassin suddenly pull out the dagger from her waist, but there was no one behind her.

Is it an illusion?

Assassin's hands were trembling slightly. As the least combat-capable personality of Hassan the Hundred Faces, she had already reached the limit of what she could do by being able to tightly grasp the dagger that was the manifestation of Hassan the Hundred Faces' last "assassination technique".

She is the personality that emerged when Hassan the Hundred Faces was captured and tortured by the enemy. She has no ability to speak and no ability to take the initiative to attack. She only uses this personality to protect the secrets of the Assassin Order. She is the so-called scapegoat personality. Just holding on to the dagger that she has never held at this moment is the greatest extent that her strong desire to survive can do.

However, even as an Assassin, she did not notice any changes. The bare land around her was obviously affected by the flames just now. The silent church could not confirm whether there were any survivors. But from the perspective of a normal person, even a Servant would find it difficult to survive under such flames, and it would be difficult to walk out of it intact.

Assassin swallowed his saliva, not knowing why he felt this way. The fear that arose from the bottom of his heart seemed to come from the wind that kept blowing past him.

But wind is wind. Even if Caster in this Holy Grail War has the ability to control the wind, how could the wind cause such a degree of fear to a person, to himself?

The little girl holding a dagger was alert to her surroundings, and she did not report to Kotomine Kirei who was far away at the ruins of the Matou family at the first time. She had long forgotten the order to pass on the information as soon as possible. This was because her personality existed to keep secrets. If her Master had not used the Command Spell to force her to speak, she would not have taken the initiative to communicate or pass on the information after surveillance.

At this moment, Assassin, who fully grasped the full meaning of the creation of personality, held her breath and concentrated. Through her life's experience, she could sense that something seemed to be nearby, observing her from somewhere in a way that she could not perceive with her naked eyes.

Could it be... another Servant with clairvoyance?

Assassin frowned. Analyzing intelligence seemed a bit out of her depth...

Just as she frowned and thought, the feeling of being strangled by something made her react immediately. However, no matter how she tried to attack with her hands or escape with her feet, all her actions seemed to be restricted by the same force that was strangling her neck, and she could not make any physical movements beyond three centimeters.

The feeling of being watched from all angles gradually gathered behind him as he was restrained. Assassin saw it, the black ashes floating in the sky, mixed with some kind of black mist, gathering behind him. The ashes that had floated up into the sky from the church were gathering behind him at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

So, in fact, it was not the wind that posed a threat to him, nor was it the Servant with clairvoyance in the distance that posed a threat to him, but something in the wind that posed a threat to him. However, he had never thought about what these ashes floating in the wind might be.

This feeling, even if my normal personality was standing here, I would still make the wrong judgment. Hiding in the wind is something that Assassins can understand, and there are many predecessors who can do this, sneaking in with the wind and completing assassinations.

However, even those predecessors would never believe that these ashes mixed with grass and wood ashes flying in the wind would become something that would put them in some kind of predicament. They would not even believe that a human being, after being burned to ashes, could actually return to reality by assembling the ashes.

"I see...it's a personality that hasn't even appeared in this drama."

The voice coming from behind made Assassin, who had already made up his mind to face death, and his dull eyes, which had become calm, lit up with a little light full of disbelief. Although his back was turned to the other party, he had the precedent of being watched from all sides before. This expression was only revealed for a moment when the words fell, and was quickly extinguished by Assassin.

Even so, Duanmu Ye, who for some unknown reason had exited the dreamland and returned to this world intact, sensed the emotions coming from the petite body in front of him, and he also knew clearly that Van Gogh was constantly painting works because of his departure.

It was unclear why, after ending the dreamland and fulfilling Lancelot's wish, he, who had thought he was going to hell or heaven, was able to return here intact. Although he did want to appear in front of Van Gogh at the beginning, for some reason his perception was magnified, and the first thing he noticed after returning was the Assassin hiding behind Van Gogh and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

As a qualified participant in the Holy Grail War, Duanmu Ye would not miss such a good opportunity. He was not even in a hurry to reshape his body. Instead, he used the power of the almost perfectly fused "Nobleman of Wind" to come to Assassin who was reporting something, and used the wind as tentacles to bind him firmly to his original position.

"You now have two choices. One is that you remain silent, and I will still be able to find your Master. I will kill you first and then kill him. The other is that you tell me where your Master is, and I will kill you and then consider whether to let your Master go."

Duanmu Ye had long known who summoned Assassin, and had even come into contact with him more than once. He knew very well that he could not easily let Kotomine Kirei awaken his inner joy.

Without the determination to find joy in his heart, Kotomine Kirei was still considered an abnormal priest. However, after awakening the joy in his heart, Kotomine Kirei became a guy who was almost the same as the evil in this world.

Even through Nyako's appearance in the church where Kotomine Risho and Kotomine Kirei were, Duanmu Ye vaguely felt that Kotomine Kirei had already come into contact with Nyako, just like the relationship between Kotomine Kirei and Gilgamesh in the original work, in which they finally realized the joy they pursued in their hearts. The greatest King of Fun was completely dwarfed by Nyako...

However, Assassin did not speak easily because of such threats. She was born to keep secrets. Fighting might not be her strong point, but accepting torture, enduring execution, and keeping secrets were the meaning of her existence.

As if knowing this, Duanmu Ye had no intention of questioning further. After waiting for a long time without any movement, Assassin glanced behind him as much as possible with some doubt, trying to confirm through his sight what the person behind him was planning at the moment.

Just when she glanced to the end of her sight, she realized what was binding her.

The yellow rags tightly bound his hands and feet. Some indescribable shadows were constantly extending tentacles behind his head at the end of his sight. It was not like the magic power that heroes could release, but more like some kind of substantial substance that was constantly twisting at the end of his sight.

The moment after seeing this scene, a piece of yellow cloth appeared at the end of the sight. It seemed to have its own ideas and kept approaching the side of his face. Judging from its position, it was probably around the temple.

Wait, temple?

Assassin suddenly remembered something and struggled, but the yellow cloth that bound her only became tighter as she struggled.

Servants have no concept of suffocation. As long as the action is carried out without destroying the soul core, there will be no sudden death. If the servant's contract object has a huge storage of magic power, it can also speed up the repair of the servant's body after being destroyed. Contracts connected by magic power are so convenient.

However, such a convenient supply of magic power was an unimaginable curse for Assassin at the moment. The cold touch coming from the side of his head was like something entering his head. Its speed was very slow, so slow that he could clearly feel it constantly wriggling and groping in his head, as if to find something, constantly exploring in his brain, even qf.

As her mind became a mess, Assassin's face was filled with fear of what was happening inside her head. She didn't feel any pain at all, and even had a hint of insane joy.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye did not expect that the new skills he had learned when he was in contact with Nayako just now in order to find his own memories would come in handy so quickly.

The images in Assassin's mind, through the exploration of his body branches, found images related to the most recent one, Kotomine Kirei.

However, just as she was about to see the scene where Kotomine Kirei was about to speak, Assassin in front of her was suddenly teleported away. However, the body branch that remained in her brain did not disappear. Instead, at the moment it was cut off, it was teleported to the destination together with Assassin.

As the final message came from the body branch, Duanmu Ye narrowed his eyes with a hint of smile.

"So it's at the Matou family ruins..."

......

"I command with the Command Seal, commit suicide, Assassin."

The crying and laughing little girl held a dagger in her hand and stabbed it into her chest, where the soul core was located, while resisting.

As the light and shadow disappeared, Kotomine Kirei's face became extremely ugly. When he looked at the purple-haired girl on the other side, he couldn't think of how to speak for a moment.

"Ah... I never thought someone would be willing to help him. That little guy really gave me a big surprise!"

Sakura Matou was swinging her legs, and there were some burn marks on her body.

"Don't look at me like that, Uncle Kirei. I almost died just now. If that little guy hadn't brought Berserker with him, I wouldn't have had a scapegoat to confuse him."

Kotomine Kirei was silent. The moment he completely lost his Servant, it meant that he had lost the qualifications to continue participating in this Holy Grail War.

"Even you are a bit troublesome. Will you participate in the next Holy Grail War?"

Kotomine Kirei does not pursue the Holy Grail. His original intention has not changed at all, whether at the beginning or now.

The only difference was that rather than getting the final Holy Grail, he wanted to see the contestants struggling with all their might in his hands.

At this moment, Matou Sakura saw through Kotomine Kirei's thoughts. She looked at the dark ceiling and spoke with a childlike chuckle.

"With him around, wouldn't you be able to better appreciate what you're pursuing as a third party?"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 92: Van Gogh: Is it the real person, or a piece of meat or a reptile?

The white shadows kept flickering as if they were bugs in the world. Among the few colors that kept flashing by her side, various oil paintings were presented, and they were all painting the dilapidated church in front of her and the entire ruined hill.

She painted the entire church scene in her hands, but Van Gogh never got the work she wanted. Even though she was already in a state of confusion, her figure kept flickering, like a malfunctioning streetlight, twisting and turning in place.

Inspiration kept coming to my mind, and even some images that were not churches appeared, but all I could see were bare mountains, with no trace of any human figures.

Van Gogh did not give up, and she also keenly sensed a familiar power coming from behind her. The silk strips that were constantly moving around her also presented a painting with some kind of blank space at the moment she felt this power, which was very different from other stereotyped paintings.

Van Gogh opened his eyes wide, his pupils invisible in his white eyes. While trembling slightly, she recognized that the blank space in the painting was her figure at the moment, and the ruins and wasteland outside the blank space told her that the picture appearing in the painting at this moment was from her back, and all the perspectives were from the back that she could not see.

"I'm back, Van Gogh..."

Duanmu Ye's voice came from behind with the wind. The wind, which should have been freezing cold, seemed to be heated at this moment, rapidly warming up Van Gogh's cold heart and body.

The scorching flames did not seem to end there. The temperature from the burning red earth made Van Gogh clearly feel the temperature coming from the front and back of her. It was a temperature that she should not have felt in this position.

She turned around slightly, feeling a little confused and frowning slightly. Although she was looking forward to Duanmu Ye's return, she began to wonder if she was hallucinating because of her excessive longing for him.

"Is it really you, Duanmu... I feel like I'm going crazy... Are you really not a wriggling blood clot or a twisted reptile?"

"..."

Duanmu Ye, who had already imagined countless reunion scenes in his mind, frowned when asked this question.

What the hell is this...does he look like such a scary thing?

"Relax Van Gogh, I haven't turned into a monster. I will explain to you what happened. Anyway, can you forgive me, Van Gogh? Forgive me for not coming to you the first time I came back, and for making you worry for so long..."

Duanmu Ye actually felt subjectively sorry for not greeting Van Gogh immediately. The moment his consciousness returned to reality, he discovered that Van Gogh's spiritual base had turned into the third stage, and had grown into the appearance of an outer god's messenger.

But he also noticed Assassin who was waiting for something behind Van Gogh.

Between meeting with Van Gogh and interrogating Assassin, he ultimately chose the latter, because only by keeping Van Gogh hidden as well would Assassin, who was gathering intelligence, not discover any clues.

Although whether it is the complete Hassan of a Hundred Faces or Assassin who only has one personality left here at this moment, their existence will not have any impact on himself, and they are not even considered as the atmosphere group, and cannon fodder is more like cannon fodder.

But at this moment, after witnessing Van Gogh's transformation from the second stage to the third stage in such a short period of time, Duanmu Ye knew in his heart that time was running out for him and Van Gogh...

The Holy Grail War must end as soon as possible, and I must obtain the Holy Grail!

The idea of ​​pursuing the Holy Grail has never stopped, but at this moment, Duanmu Ye's idea of ​​using the Holy Grail to do something has slightly shifted.

Rather than using the Holy Grail to return to his original life, Duanmu Ye knew that neither the Holy Grail nor anything else could fulfill his wish, having already made a deal with Yog-Sothoth and exchanged his soul for knowledge.

The person who tied the bell must untie it. All Duanmu Ye can count on is the words that Yog-Sothoth told him at the end, which seemed like a riddle. He should accomplish something in the next period of time and then let him return his soul to him.

Therefore, the purpose of obtaining the Holy Grail has changed. After witnessing the abilities that Van Gogh used to the best of his ability for him, Duanmu Ye no longer wants to use the Holy Grail to satisfy his unattainable desire. At this moment, he hopes to use the Holy Grail to return Van Gogh to his original state. If the Holy Grail can do it, whether it is an uncontaminated Holy Grail or some messed up Holy Grail, he will take it into his hands!

Although it is not certain whether the Holy Grail can fulfill such a wish, there is not much to rely on at this point. Compared to going to Yog-Sothoth again, or asking for help from Nyar-Latortep, Van Gogh's appearance in the Holy Grail War must have been due to the attraction of the Holy Grail. Since he was attracted, then that possibility must be possible.

Duanmu Ye admitted that he was gambling at this moment, but when it came to choosing between accepting fate and resisting it, even if it was not for Van Gogh but for himself, he would definitely not choose the former and would choose to accept this shitty fate!

"That Van Gogh..."

After a brief greeting, Duanmu Ye did not forget what he wanted to explain by appearing in front of Van Gogh.

As they set out on this mission after accepting Toosaka Rin's commission, the original purpose of this action was to find Toosaka Tokiomi. Of course, after asking Toosaka Rin, she knew that even if Tosaka Tokiomi was dead or something else when he was brought back, as the next head of the family, she would give him corresponding rewards.

Judging from Assassin's appearance here, Tōsaka Tokiomi's disappearance must be related to Kotomine Kirei. Now that Kotomine Kirei's movements have been found from Assassin's memory through some methods, it is time to complete Tōsaka Rin's commission.

However, just as he blurted out the question, Van Gogh seemed to suddenly realize something and used the drawing board around him to tightly cover his body. From the cover that looked like a turtle shell, Van Gogh's voice, which was almost crying, trembled and came out.

"No... don't look at me... this... this... sins and evils that don't belong to anyone... but I am made up of countless sins and evils..."

Only at this moment did Van Gogh come to his senses. He had completely abandoned his human form and appeared here in a posture that could not be called human at all. There was no doubt that this pure white mourning dress contained all the sins and evils she carried. The sins and evils of both Clytie and Van Gogh were integrated into her posture, and what was born from the combination of these was the sin and malice that belonged only to her (Van Gogh).

At this moment, she was no longer in the same state as before and had lost the qualifications to continue staying here as a normal person. However, Van Gogh, who had never been spiritualized from the beginning, was now helplessly emitting a resentful dark purple magic in the tortoise shell composed of painting boards.

"Oh... I remember Lancelot did this... If I had known earlier, I should have asked Lancelot how he transformed into a spirit..."

Van Gogh kept repeating this in her heart, tears almost overflowing from her eyes. She was very scared. She was afraid that after Duanmu Ye saw her posture completely, he would become like the sun god and leave her. Although he didn't say anything at that time, he just glanced at her from a distance and then left where she was, but with such a precedent, Van Gogh was now more afraid than she imagined that such a thing would happen to him again.

After all, she was far different from her time as the Water Nymph of Greece. Her current appearance couldn't even compare to that time. She was a completely cobbled-together being composed of several forces, including Clytie. She was a body filled with sin and evil, targeted by a god from beyond this world...

Fan Gao couldn't describe the panic she felt at the moment. She was terrified that Duanmu Ye would find her and abandon her, but she was also afraid that her foolish attempt to escape would lead to her losing everything once again. In short, she was in such a dilemma that she ignored the fact that Duanmu Ye had already seen her entire appearance. It was somewhat unnecessary to try to escape now, as if the situation had been resolved after the fact...

Witnessing Van Gogh's burst of power even more powerful than in the second stage, Duanmu Ye was actually not surprised by this development. There was no doubt that Van Gogh in this posture was already able to skillfully use the power given to him. To a certain extent, as long as he didn't encounter numerical monsters like Gilgamesh, Altria or Arthur, even if he faced Diarmuid, Van Gogh in this posture would definitely be able to do better than himself.

Of course, using this power comes at a price. The changes that happened to herself are the best example. Duanmu Ye knew from the beginning that once Van Gogh used this power, the changes in her body would accelerate, just like now, it only took less than a few hours from the second spiritual base to the third spiritual base.

Although he had been trying to stop Van Gogh from using this power from the beginning, he had never expected to fall into the trap of a certain unpleasant individual. Everything seemed to be under his control, forcing him to choose to advance the Holy Grail War, which he had originally wanted to rest for a while...

"van gogh."

The voice came from the front, and the dark easel blocked all the light from the outside. At this moment, Van Gogh was like a frightened hermit crab hiding in a shell. She buried her whole body tightly in the shell because she was afraid to face the reality of the outside world. Even if a heart-touching voice came from outside, she was only slightly moved, and did not take any other action. She stayed quietly in the "shell" used for escape.

Seeing this, Duanmu Ye just showed a helpless smile. Even if he didn't feel carefully about this escapist behavior caused by inferiority, he could still sense this mood through the flow of magic overflowing from the easel that wrapped Van Gogh.

At this moment, only the center of the sunflower's Command Seal remained in his hand. The flower stem and petals formed by Lancelot's Command Seal had disappeared at the moment of his death. The remaining flower heart seemed to be the last rational limit that allowed Van Gogh to maintain in this world.

In any case, Duanmu Ye would not use such an important Command Spell for this, nor would he use this last Command Spell for other unnecessary things.

Since Van Gogh was avoiding the changes happening to her at this moment and trying not to let herself see her appearance, then she took the initiative to walk towards Van Gogh and express to her that she didn't actually care about her changes!

As a breeze blew, Van Gogh, who was hiding inside the sphere, gently raised his head.

Through the small dwelling made up of not very solid easels, Van Gogh could clearly sense the flow of magic in the wind. That was the power of the Nobleman of Wind, and at the moment, only she and Duanmu Ye possessed such power.

Could it be that... Duanmu left?

Van Gogh pursed her lips. This idea quickly took shape in her mind and continued to be magnified with every passing second.

But just as she was feeling the wind blowing into her tiny apartment through the cracks and the coolness all over her body, a ray of light penetrated the dark drawing board and expanded and enlarged little by little in her sight until it spread into a human shape, and a hand was placed in front of her.

"Go home, Van Gogh, go back to our home (the Yellow House)!"

The dazzling light made it difficult for Van Gogh to see the specific appearance of the person coming, but she was extremely familiar with the outline and the aura under the light.

As a monster, she clearly doesn't deserve redemption and should hide in a dark, damp corner like a snail... But she also longs for the sun, for a reality where she can find happiness...

The flames burned up the easel formed by the curse, and Van Gogh, who was holding his hand, was pulled out of the center of the curse. Under the sunlight, his short white hair seemed to be shining abnormally.

But at this moment, there is a more shining figure in the eyes of the white-haired girl...

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 93: Duanmu: After you go home, draw a picture for yourself!

The sun's rays were so dazzling, it seemed as if she had been looking up at the sky, gazing at the sun, long ago, praying that such light would one day shine upon her...