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

But in reality, such extravagant wishes have always been impossible to fulfill, because no matter how much I watch and pray, the sun is always hiding from me, day by day, month by month, year by year, without end...

However, at this moment, the sun really shone on her. The light that she had longed for for a long time was far greater than she had imagined. It was even warmer and made her cry.

The miracle of infinite love will not happen, and relying on the hope at this moment to repel the curse attached to the body is absolutely impossible and absurd.

The white-haired girl who emerged from the cursed dwelling opened her eyes wide. Even though the brightness stung her eyes and blurred her vision, at this moment, Van Gogh had an unprecedented smile on his face. To some extent, there was even a hint of madness in Van Gogh's smile.

"Ahh... Master, you are truly unwavering... Even though I (Van Gogh) have repeatedly escaped and denied the value of my own existence, Master, you have remained so steadfast in choosing me (Van Gogh)..."

Even though breaking a curse with love only exists in fairy tales and cannot happen in reality, the white-haired girl who has escaped from the small home that has bound her believes that she is now experiencing a beautiful fairy tale that she has never dreamed of or even imagined.

It was obvious that if he just left himself alone, he could find a way to disappear, or give himself some value and make himself a consumable on the front line. But at this moment, Duanmu Ye actually broke through the wall built by the barriers in his heart and took up his own extremely ugly hand, which could not even be called a hand...

The warmth from both her palms and face made Van Gogh feel unprecedented warmth at this moment. The curses that made her cold all over seemed to have been purified a little. Even though her form remained unchanged, Van Gogh could almost conclude that her way of thinking now was probably that of the first stage?

Therefore, Van Gogh's white eyes, which were almost pupil-less, narrowed slightly as she looked at the blurry figure in front of her in the sunlight, with a hint of anticipation and madness on her face.

"Hey, Master... do you realize what you're doing? I'm a pawn cast into this world by those foreign gods... If... if you save me like this, the entire world might be plunged into an irreparable crisis..."

There was a slightly flattering smile on Van Gogh's lips. She would not easily forget that she had been saved, but for some reason, her uneasiness about her self-awareness still made her ask a question that sounded very stupid at this moment.

Knowing that Van Gogh was difficult and cunning, Duanmu Ye did not fall for her trick. It was too crazy to rely on denying her own behavior again and again to strengthen her distorted behavior. If she was not guided correctly, it might evolve into the so-called "crisis" that Van Gogh mentioned at this moment.

Therefore, when Van Gogh was pulled out of the tiny dwelling that seemed to be made up of various curses and burned to ashes using the power of "Kthugeya", Duanmu Ye responded calmly, as if it was what he should say, and expressed his inner thoughts to Van Gogh very frankly.

"What Outer God chess piece? I only know that you are Van Gogh, a painter as great as that Van Gogh!"

The narrowed eyes widened again in an instant. At this moment, Van Gogh could hardly believe what he heard.

The same great painter as the historical Van Gogh, the Van Gogh who gave himself part of his personality and memory?

"Eh...eh hehe...I'm happy to be praised like this, but...but...I haven't created anything worth showing off..."

Van Gogh's true colors were revealed in an instant. He immediately tilted his head in another direction, and a slightly flattering and sinister laugh was heard at the same time he spoke. In the second half of his words, it was very obvious that he turned into self-abasement.

Although this had been anticipated, Duanmu Ye, who did not have the ability to carry objects remotely, was somewhat speechless. However, he did not remain silent for too long. Instead, he looked at Van Gogh in front of him with an extremely serious expression. At the same time, the flames of Kthugya subsided at this moment, and Van Gogh's vision, which was obscured by the flames, gradually showed signs of recovery.

"Van Gogh, you haven't painted a self-portrait yet, have you?"

Eh?

"Why do you ask..."

Both his memory and painting skills were inherited from Van Gogh himself. Although he was endowed with some spiritual foundation and memory, Van Gogh never thought that he could become the painter who was highly respected in history. He felt more like a later imitator who just happened to have similar painting skills.

Duanmu Ye, who saw what was in Van Gogh's heart at the moment, did not let go of the hand that Van Gogh was holding tightly. Although the touch was a bit strange, like stroking the head of a jellyfish, which made him shiver after withdrawing Kthugya's power, he still responded very seriously.

"Go back and try, Van Gogh. Use the paint I bought for you and paint a self-portrait!"

Duanmu Ye spoke with great seriousness. The smile on his face even made Van Gogh feel a little dazed, as if he was still the "person" who could walk on land with his own feet and would lie in front of the glass of the exhibition to admire the paintings inside...

"Master..."

At this moment, Van Gogh was about to cry out loud. There was no doubt that every word Duanmu Ye said could reach her heart without any obstruction, making her firm in the self that did not actually belong to her.

All the things in the past came to his mind at this moment. The bits and pieces of his time with Duanmu Ye and the words they said made Van Gogh feel a little more determined about his ever-wavering self.

Even though her own personality is pieced together from all sorts of things, a patchwork of things that do not belong to her at all, it is precisely because of this that these messy works, which look like the works scribbled by an abstract artist after getting drunk, truly belong to her inner self, to her personality.

Thinking of this, Van Gogh narrowed his eyes again, a smug smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he also said something that made Duanmu Ye somewhat confused.

"Master is truly dazzling... He's like the sun..."

These words were even more vague than before. Duanmu Ye sighed slightly with a slight headache, then pulled Van Gogh and trotted towards the three-wheeled motorcycle parked in front of the church in the distance.

Van Gogh floating in the air was very light, like a suspended balloon, which made Duanmu Ye feel strangely moved and made him more determined to restore Van Gogh to his original state.

But when I held Van Gogh's hand and trotted to the sidecar parked on the road outside the church, the scene of everything destroyed by the flames of Cthulhu formed a stark contrast with this intact motorcycle.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but wonder, could it be that because he became the vessel of an Outer God, the motorcycle he rode also became a Noble Phantasm similar to the Rider job classification?

"I still need to do something before I go home!"

Putting all his doubts behind him, Duanmu Ye got on the motorcycle with Van Gogh without any hesitation. As the alarm bells rang at the foot of the mountain, he quickly used the power of the Nobleman of the Wind and merged into the blowing wind, leaving the messy scene.

As the motorcycle came to a steady stop in front of the ruins of the Matou family, which had also been burned by flames, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but sigh with emotion at what had happened there.

"Master... Strictly speaking... today should be the second day..."

Van Gogh's words interrupted Duanmu Ye's recollection of his memories, because he had recently found the memories of dealing with Nayako in a very abstract way. At this moment, Duanmu Ye was actually a little confused about the date of the events in his memory.

But judging by the destruction of the branch just now, Duanmu Ye could not think of any other way except for Assassin to commit suicide to destroy the tentacles parasitic in Assassin's body.

Adding in Lancelot, whom he had killed not long ago, Saber and Rider were the only two riders left surviving in this Holy Grail War.

According to Duanmu Ye's initial calculations, the only two remaining riders would not be able to cause much trouble. After bringing the ignorant Toosaka Tokiomi to Toosaka Rin, Duanmu Ye imagined that the Holy Grail War would also end on the evening of the second day.

"They made such a big commotion but no one came to check. I wonder what they are doing?"

Although the battle with Nyako initially took place in the church, the subsequent fire did burn down an entire hill, and perhaps no new shoots would grow for decades.

Despite this commotion, neither Saber nor Rider of the Einzbern family took any action. Duanmu Ye also chose not to continue using Cthulhu's power to check their intentions. The reason for this was that, having completely inherited the power of Hastur, the Noble Prince of the Wind, he seemed to be explicitly forbidden from using any Cthulhu-related methods...

The idea of ​​using summoning techniques to explore the remains of the Matou family had to be abandoned, but fortunately, now that he was able to summon two Byagers, he did not rush into the ruins that might still contain the remaining power of Nyar Latotep.

After a light sigh, Duanmu Ye took Van Gogh to the familiar Matou mansion. Coming here for the second time, he easily checked all the rooms on the first and second floors. Without exception, there was no trace of anything other than being burned by fire.

As one of the two Bayaki that had sneaked into the Matou mansion earlier suddenly lost contact, Duanmu Ye's expression suddenly became serious.

You know, the Byager is a true alien creature. Even though it was slightly weakened when it was summoned to the surface, Duanmu Ye couldn't think of anyone in this ruins who could kill one of the two Byagers at the same time.

Could it be... Kotomine Kirei?

With this idea in mind, Duanmu Ye pulled Van Gogh to the basement of the Matou mansion. This was once an insect room for cultivating imprinting insects, but because it was burned by fire, there were only some ashes left by the insect remains on the ground.

The huge Byager almost occupied half of the insect room. A Byager that was emitting a bloody smell was constantly making indistinguishable growls in a certain direction. On the other side of it was the corpse of a Byager with black keys stuck all over its body.

"Master...look!"

Van Gogh first pointed at the ceiling that Baiyage was facing. In a corner above it, Kotomine Kirei, dressed in a priest's robe but with blood constantly seeping out, was swooping down with eight black keys in hand.

"To forgiveness with revenge, to trust with betrayal, to hope with despair, to light with darkness, to the things of life with the darkness of death.

Rest is what I bring. Burn your sins, brand them.

Eternal life can only be given by death.

- I hereby swear to forgive you.

…May the Lord have mercy on this soul (Kyrie Eleison).”

The baptismal chant from Kotomine Kirei possessed an absolute special attack against spirits, and the chant, imbued with the power of the "Lord's" glory, coated the black keys in Kotomine Kirei's hands with a layer of holy light.

Duanmu Ye also discovered some clues from this chanting, because at this moment Kotomine Kirei was emitting the same black mist as when he used the "Faceless Walker".

There is no doubt that at this moment, Kotomine Kirei has been contaminated by Nyar Ratiotep. Even though the incarnation of Nyar Ratiotep has been killed by himself, Kotomine Kirei, who is under the protection, obviously has not lost his power.

After taking a deep breath, Duanmu Ye changed the previous exploration order to the only remaining Bayaki.

"Game over, kill him..."

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 94: It turns out that less than one percent of Van Gogh has been explored

Unlike the traditional magic of the Magic Association, believers in the church believe that magic is a heretical act and something that should not be learned.

Even so, as they are on the magic side like the Magic Association, they are allowed to learn magic that has been transformed into church magic, which is also known as "miracle magic".

At this moment, the prayer that Kotomine Kirei was praying was this special kind of "miracle," an extremely specialized anti-spiritual attack magecraft called "Baptism Chant."

Although Duanmu Ye does not think that the existence of Byaki can be regarded as a spirit, after all, to be precise, it is an alien creature summoned to the surface by himself. Compared with spirits like servants, Byaki can actually be regarded as some kind of entity, a creature with special existence properties.

However, when Kotomine Kirei chanted "Kirie Eleison"—the sacred phrase that meant "Lord, please have mercy"—a faint divine light flickered from the black mist surrounding him. Even on his heart, the Lord's holy seal, unknown to Duanmu Ye, shone beneath the black mist, emitting a reassuring light...

Could it be that the pigeons and the Outer Gods are in cahoots?

Looking at Kotomine Kirei, who was holding the black keys and radiating a sacred light while performing an exorcism ritual on Byager, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but have such thoughts in mind.

Although the pigeons in the Type-Moon background have never had a direct end, even Duanmu Ye, a small fry who knows a thing or two about the background of the Type-Moon world, can combine all the works in the Fate series to come up with a very twisted answer like "The Lord loves humans, so the Lord doesn't care about humans."

Just like the main gods of many pantheons that Duanmu Ye knew through FGO, what Dove has shown so far is only to give hope of a comeback in desperate situations, and occasionally send some servants who can play a role to provide help, but other than that, it is like Yog-Sothoth, who knows everything but doesn't want to care about anything.

However, one side is an absolutely sacred existence, and the other side is an inevitably evil existence. These two forces, which should be incompatible, now exist in Kotomine Kirei's body in a very subtle form. To the extent that a certain balance is achieved, they give Kotomine Kirei the power to deal with Byager and perform exorcism rituals.

Such a scene simply couldn't happen, just like it was impossible for a billionaire listed company to enjoy a gourmet meal with a penniless, smelly homeless person in his five-story, thousand-square-meter mansion...

At this moment, Duanmu Ye felt for the first time what was incredible. Perhaps it was because Kotomine Kirei himself had an unwavering faith in the Lord, and a twisted habit of taking pleasure from the suffering of others, which led to such an impossible thing happening at the moment.

But such an incredible thing did not change Duanmu Ye's idea of ​​Kotomine Kirei. The almost materialized chaos mist on his body was enough to prove that he, like himself, was blessed by Nyar Latotep and was the agent of the creeping chaos.

The only difference between him and himself was that, compared to himself who chose to give up that ability when he realized that he was being toyed with, and stuck to the opposite side of Nyar Ratiotep, Kotomine Kirei gave Duanmu Ye the feeling that he had already accepted everything about Nyar Ratiotep and allowed the other party to control his body.

Even Kotomine Kirei, who possessed first-rate agent abilities, could not easily deal with the act of defeating an alien creature with a human body. The biggest reason why he was able to kill one of the two Byagers was because Duanmu Ye had never given the Byager the order to explore beyond the Matou Mansion from the very beginning.

At this moment, Baiyaki, who was emitting a bloody smell, underwent a drastic change in his body. The wings that were originally retracted became like a skeleton growing out of the fuzzy flesh and blood the next moment after the command was changed. Then, he began to spin in this not-so-big insect room in a very unreasonable way.

A bit of flesh and blood hung on the bat's wings, revealing the white bones. Like the streamers of a kite, they continued to float with inertia when Baiyage's body began to spin, and like the blades of a meat grinder, they crushed the dozens of black keys thrown at them by Kotomine Kirei.

The moment the bone wings stretched out, they penetrated the wall of the insect chamber. The size of the Byager might not be a big deal to the Old Ones, but for ordinary creatures, the existence of just one Byager could bring about a considerable degree of gigantic fear. After all, the comparison made by the Byager, who was like a bat-like bird, was the bat in common sense. If a bat appeared in front of them like a giant bird that could serve as a mount, how could it not be considered a strange and huge creature?

Moreover, the Byagers who served Hastur could be called followers of the evil god. They suffered damage from the black keys that were originally used to deal with "devils". It was reasonable that one of them was killed without receiving an attack order.

But at this moment, when the order was changed, the wings were inserted into the wall and rotated like the propellers of a helicopter. In addition to destroying all the throwing weapons with special "anti-demon" attacks, an unavoidable wind field was also generated, which attracted Kotomine Kirei's body and prevented him from taking any further action.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, Kotomine Kirei's face did not show much emotion. He did not even have time to recover from the injuries on his body from the previous battle. He put all his energy into dealing with the two inhuman monsters in front of him.

As an experienced church agent, Kotomine Kirei naturally noticed the two people who arrived later, but he just glanced at the stairs at the entrance and immediately retracted his gaze without looking again.

Tiny beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. Although his well-tempered body had reached the point where he would not sweat no matter how long or how intense the battle was, Kotomine Kirei still felt a slight palpitation the moment he caught sight of the pale jellyfish and the torn yellow clothes.

He had never had such a feeling even when facing Sakura Matou. Even though he knew that the Sakura Matou standing in front of him might be the transformation of something else, she always appeared in front of him in a familiar posture, guiding him like the Lord guiding the world to the right path. She had never appeared in front of him in such a straightforward manner, such an appearance that could not be looked at directly, could not be described, and could not be touched.

As a participant in this Holy Grail War, he naturally knew the information about Caster. Since the conflict began on Day Zero, Kotomine Kirei had already sent Assassin to secretly disguise himself as an ordinary little girl to collect intelligence that would have immediately discovered an ordinary Assassin.

Naturally, Einzbern, who had a close affinity for the little girl, was the first to be targeted, but Saber, who had lost her sword in last night's battle, had obviously lost her original value. At this moment, the leader of the entire Holy Grail War could only be this unknown Caster, and only this Caster!

Excluding the extra Black Mage summoned during the entire Holy Grail War, four of the Seven Knights had already been lost. His own Assassin had no choice but to commit suicide just now, because only in this way could he force Caster, who was bound to arrive, to pay less attention to him.

"This kind of pain... actually makes me happy..."

A smile appeared on his face, and Kotomine Kirei muttered in his heart. He was not moved by the ruthless destruction of the anti-demon robe he threw, nor did he change his mind because the robes decorated with the special protective amulets made by the church's agents were easily destroyed by the monster in front of him, causing irreparable damage to his body through such clothes made entirely of thick Kevlar fibers.

At this moment, Kotomine Kirei had to admit that this kind of battle was truly a one-sided crushing. The previous contact without any traces of battle had already caused him indelible fatal injuries in the scrapes. Even with the ultimate healing magic learned from Tōsaka Tokiomi, he still could not complete the simplest healing of such scars.

However, the pain coming from his body did not make him feel boring like any of his past life-threatening adventures. At that moment, when he began to enjoy the pleasure brought by the pain under the guidance of Matou Sakura, Kotomine Kirei also enjoyed it, even if it was his own pain, because this was his first experience of fighting an enemy that he would definitely be killed!

With the help of a body strengthened by many blessings, and relying on his already strong physique, he performed throwing techniques far beyond what ordinary people could do. In just a few breaths, the dozen or so black keys he threw out were all faster and more swift, as if they were inexhaustible. While dodging and rolling by stepping on the wall again and again, he used inertia to throw out all the black keys hidden in his clothes.

This seemingly desperate act made Duanmu Ye slightly skeptical. In his impression, Kotomine Kirei wasn't someone who enjoyed or pursued battles. Even if he was tainted by Nyar Latotep, the role he played was supposed to be a bad guy, not a villain, but a pure villain; not cruel, but evil...

What exactly is wrong?

Duanmu Ye frowned, and Van Gogh obviously saw his thoughts.

"That...that..."

Van Gogh's figure stammered behind her, and the slight kneading feeling from her palm made Duanmu Ye turn her head to look at Van Gogh beside her, and she also expressed her thoughts in words that were a little flattering but also a little lacking in confidence.

"I thought... I could try to draw his inner thoughts..."

"Can this be done too?"

Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh beside him with some surprise. If there was anyone on the scene who could look directly at Van Gogh and even communicate with her like this, then perhaps only Duanmu Ye, who also inherited the power of the outer god, could look directly at Van Gogh so casually and communicate with her in a normal way.

As Van Gogh nodded gently, a pure white canvas suddenly appeared in front of her. The colorful lights flickering around it seemed to be paint transformed by magic, but Van Gogh did not take action immediately. Instead, he looked at Duanmu Ye quietly, waiting for him to give him orders.

Witnessing the rainbow-colored magical drawing board flashing in front of him, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but feel shocked. Although he had long known about Van Gogh's ability to dominate and harm others through his painting skills, this was the first time he heard of the ability to paint what the other person was thinking.

Shifting his gaze from the drawing board to the direction of Van Gogh, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but swallow his saliva at this moment, and in his heart he lamented that his understanding and development of Van Gogh was less than one percent...

Even at this moment, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but imagine that if Van Gogh had not suppressed or resisted the power within him from the very beginning, and had created more works based on the crazy inspiration given by the outer gods, then how extraordinary she would be...

With this thought in mind, he once again turned his gaze towards Kotomine Kirei who was fighting hard with Byager. He could clearly sense the gaze from Kotomine Kirei just now, which meant that he had actually discovered him and Van Gogh a long time ago, but compared to negotiating with him and others, he wanted to solve the problem of Byager more?

Duanmu Ye thought for a moment, then nodded slightly to Van Gogh.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Van Gogh!"

Such praise was very effective. At this moment, Van Gogh's face suddenly flushed a little after hearing these words, and even his smile became a little silly.

"No...no...The only thing I (Van Gogh) can do is paint...Apart from that, I (Van Gogh) can't do anything else...Rather, if Master doesn't want to use this ability...I (Van Gogh) will be very frustrated..."

Van Gogh's voice came intermittently, and even because of such touching praise, her expression became a little dizzy.

At the moment when the words fell, there was no unbridled brushstrokes as imagined, nor was there a gush of inspiration as imagined. Instead, at the moment when Van Gogh smiled foolishly and spoke, the magic power that gathered in front of the drawing board seemed to be poured on it, and then a painting that had never been seen before appeared before his eyes.

What Kotomine Kirei pursued was not death, at least at this moment. Kotomine Kirei at this stage was no longer like before, expecting that death could take away his uniqueness and the sins that he tried so hard to hide in his heart.