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

But soon, Li Shuwen had a new question. When he walked into the Hongzhou Yansuiguan restaurant with Lan Lanfang and communicated with Nüba face to face, he expressed his doubts uncertainly.

"Why am I here?"

When asked this question, Nüba was slightly stunned, then she narrowed her eyes and showed a meaningful smile.

"The answer is... I want to be here~"

There is no special meaning, the answer is just these five concise words.

Li Shuwen fell into silence. This behavior of both answering and not answering made him unable to find the next words to respond for a while.

But looking at this passage from some side angles, it seems to indicate that Nüba seems to be hiding something, and that kind of thing cannot be known by herself and others, and even if they know it, it will be meaningless.

"Never mind... I am but a ghost, and I have no opinion. Providing physical assistance to the Master is enough..."

Suddenly, Li Shuwen seemed to have thought of something, and changed his previous helplessness and relaxation to become extremely solemn.

"Speaking of which, Master, I just saw a certain spirit, but he didn't seem to have any ill intentions, and I didn't attack him..."

Li Shuwen looked at Lan Lanfang who was sitting beside him enjoying Mapo Tofu Ramen. There was an unconcealable caution and seriousness in his eyes.

"Master... Let me confirm with you again. We are not here to fight for the Holy Grail, but to destroy it, right?"

"Of course! Those damned newborns actually wanted to use magic to create weapons of mass destruction. This is something that is outrageous to both humans and gods. How can we tolerate them continuing?"

Lan Lanfang said this in a firm tone. It had been several days since she had eaten normally like this. While slurping the ramen in her bowl, she continued to explain to Li Shuwen.

"In other words, unless necessary, we need to reduce contact with other Servants and Masters in this Holy Grail War?"

Li Shuwen's repeated questioning made Lan Lanfang fall into some entanglement and silence. At that speechless moment, it was Nüba, who had been holding up her head and not speaking, who responded first.

"Anyway, the only people participating in the Holy Grail War here are Japanese and German Nazis, so why not just get rid of them as well?"

Nüba's words were not questions, but answers similar to responses, which went straight to Lan Lanfang's face.

"Oh right! Why didn't I think of that! We're fighting the Japs and Nazis!"

Lan Lanfang suddenly stood up from her chair and exclaimed, even giving a thumbs up in the direction of Nüba, marveling at her amazing wisdom that she had not even thought of.

Nüba said nothing, but just supported her head and looked at Li Shuwen with a smile, and the latter also showed a look of similar views in Nüba's direction.

He had long wanted to see what he could achieve after becoming a Heroic Spirit and a Servant, and to see who was stronger compared to his younger self!

Of course, beneath this idea lies a more straightforward thought.

Fight with characters from all eras, continue to hone your martial arts after your death, and if possible, kill some Japanese at the same time!

With this thought in mind, Li Shuwen stopped talking and just watched the usually talkative Lan Lanfang continue to tell Nüba about some things that happened on the mainland when asked by her.

But in his mind, he was trying hard to recall the yellow shadow he had seen on the road not long ago. Even with his super memory, he could not recall the complete appearance of the figure.

Could it be a powerful figure in this Holy Grail War...

......

"Help...help me...!"

Van Gogh's voice had just been uttered when he was pressed down by Yang Yuhuan's breasts, which were even fuller than Van Gogh's. Even the initial sound did not reach the ears of Duanmu Ye who pushed open the door as expected.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye was constantly thinking in his mind whether he should close the door and leave them a little private space.

After all, there were rumors that Yang Yuhuan particularly liked the maid who always followed her, and the two of them would do some intimate actions together. Duanmu Ye, who witnessed all this, was not surprised that Yang Yuhuan, a beauty who was popular with both men and women, would make a move on Van Gogh.

Although Van Gogh's body was indeed somewhat thin due to malnutrition, it seemed that due to her return from death, she had escaped the outer gods and, after just a few days of feeding, she had become far healthier and more attractive than when they first met...

Therefore, it was somewhat understandable that Van Gogh, who possessed the physical charm of a Greek water nymph, was targeted by Yang Yuhuan. At this moment, Duanmu Ye was more concerned about whether he had returned too quickly, resulting in their relationship not developing at all and being interrupted so abruptly by him?

"Um... I'll go wash the lychees first... You guys continue..."

As the door was closed, two figures formed by blue flames emerged from behind Yang Yuhuan. Under Van Gogh's horrified gaze, they walked towards the door closed by Duanmu Ye and stopped in front of the door.

As the figures formed by the flames touched the door frame, their figures disappeared instantly, turning into burning flames and merging with the door frame, as if sealing and blocking out the sound.

Realizing that he and Yang Yuhuan were the only ones left in the room, and Duanmu Ye was unable to save him, Van Gogh's body kept trembling, and the fear in his eyes made Yang Yuhuan, who turned around, look a little disdainful.

"A prop that has lost its usefulness will only be destroyed. Especially when it is no longer needed, your existence will only be the most redundant one at the moment."

"Excessive... so excessive..."

There were tears in Van Gogh's eyes, but he couldn't say a word, because what Yang Yuhuan said was not wrong at all, it was the most real reality.

However, Yang Yuhuan paid no attention to Van Gogh, whose tears welled up in her eyes. The flames burning in her eyes were a manifestation of her inner divinity, a manifestation of the ever-burning abilities known as "The Alluring Concubine" and "The Flame Wheel of Demonic Stars"...

Therefore, at this moment, Yang Yuhuan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and while she was showing an evil smile, she gently leaned over and leaned close to Van Gogh's ear.

Yang Yuhuan, who was in the upper position, did not stop her actions. While lowering her body, she placed her warm hand on Van Gogh's lower abdomen. As she moved upward from the lower abdomen, she slid under Van Gogh's clothes, moving upward along the skin until it stopped at the chest. All movements stopped at this moment.

"Goo..."

Van Gogh closed his eyes. The feeling in his chest made his body slowly arch up. Yang Yuhuan spoke calmly the moment she leaned close to Van Gogh's ear.

"You failed. Although I don't know why you are still alive, the Lord Emperor of Heaven ordered me to kill you and take over the role you were supposed to complete. With the help of that guy, I will complete the Lord Emperor of Heaven's arrival and, through my body... burn all of this sin!"

The palm on Van Gogh's chest was getting hotter and hotter, from the initial warmth to the painful burning on his face. Even Van Gogh, who had long been accustomed to it, found the pain difficult to bear.

She...seems to be dying?

This is obviously what she has always wanted, so why does she feel reluctant now?

Is it because I died once?

Van Gogh closed his eyes tightly, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye, which was already filled with tears. He clenched his teeth because of the pain, but the reality was that he could not say a word.

"Looks like I've arrived just in time."

"I issue a command seal, forbidding the use of any skills or Noble Phantasms against Van Gogh... and me!"

The question of whether the Command Spells could trap the Outer Gods seemed to require little thought. While the answer was no, it also created another answer...

The Outer Gods cannot control it, but the Outer Gods’ servants can!

In an instant, the flames disappeared, but Yang Yuhuan, who was bound by the wind field, felt indescribably angry.

"Why, why didn't the maids stop you?!"

Yeah, why?

Breathing the air deeply, the surviving Van Gogh was also extremely confused, because she had witnessed with her own eyes how Yang Yuhuan's flaming maid assimilated with the door frame, sealing off the entire room...

In response, Duanmu Ye shrugged and spoke innocently.

"See this outfit? I never left from the beginning."

The door closed after Duanmu Ye's figure disappeared from Yang Yuhuan's sight. With the help of the ability of "The Nobleman of Wind", he blocked his breath while blending into the wind, and sneaked into the room through the gap before the door closed.

"Hasta... That guy is really a kind person."

A scornful smile appeared at the corner of Yang Yuhuan's mouth. This tone reminded Duanmu Ye of her attitude when he first met Yang Yuhuan. There was no doubt that she was the same Yang Yuhuan Ketugeya when they first met.

Duanmu Ye fell silent. If Yang Yuhuan had not been pretending all along, then what answer could explain her sudden change in character?

Duanmu Ye caught a glimpse of the purple jade dragon flute placed on Yang Yuhuan's chest. He slowly stretched out his hand and extended his fingers. At this moment, a look of surprise appeared on Yang Yuhuan's face, but it soon turned into sarcasm.

"You offered it to me voluntarily, but now you're taking it back... Don't give me another chance, human..."

As the purple jade dragon flute was taken out of Yang Yuhuan's body, the originally restless Yang Yuhuan instantly drooped her head, but soon opened her eyes blankly.

"Ah...why can't I move?"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 7: The Two-Sided Nature of Yang Yuhuan? / First Unfolding on the Train

"Duan...Duanmu...Are we saved?"

Van Gogh leaned against Duanmu Ye. The previous experience lingered in her mind like a nightmare, which could not be shaken off.

Yang Yuhuan was not like her. To be precise, Yang Yuhuan did not deny the self-awareness of the outer gods like herself, but accepted that kind of power quite naturally and became a more real messenger of God than her.

Looking at Yang Yuhuan, bound to the bed with a bewildered expression, Van Gogh reflected. It seemed that he had never been a messenger of the Outer Gods from the very beginning, but merely a chess piece cast down to explore the way. If he failed, his only option would be destruction. There was nothing wrong with what Yang Yuhuan said...

"Not yet. We are still unsure whether it was this flute that caused what just happened, or whether Yang Yuhuan was not here as a Servant from the beginning."

Duanmu Ye frowned. He was not fooled by the pitiful look Yang Yuhuan showed at the moment. If he had not been careful just now and used the power of "The Nobleman of the Wind" to the maximum to hide in this room and not be discovered by Yang Yuhuan, Duanmu Ye thought he was somewhat lucky.

"Not appearing as a Servant? But Lady Yang Guifei clearly has the same spiritual reaction as me (Van Gogh)..."

Van Gogh's eyes were filled with confusion. She could not understand what Duanmu Ye meant by this sentence, even though Yang Yuhuan had just revealed to her that she was sent by the god-like beings who created her (Van Gogh) to get rid of her who had failed in her mission and take over the unfinished mission from her.

But at this moment, even though he had lost his identity as a Servant, Van Gogh could still sense that Yang Yuhuan exuded the same aura and smell as her.

Putting aside the scent of the Outer Gods for now, as both "Servants" projected onto the surface of the Earth by the quantum recording tape, Van Gogh could clearly sense the similarities between himself and Yang Yuhuan, whether in spiritual foundation or elsewhere...

In response to this, Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh beside him and sighed helplessly.

"Yang Yuhuan is indeed likely to be a Servant, otherwise my Command Spell would not have worked just now..."

Duanmu Ye said in a deep voice. Even though he had a guess that Yang Yuhuan in front of him was actually a Servant who had been completely transformed by Ketugeya, her helplessness and confusion at this moment were so real, and were completely opposite to her attitude just now.

The purple jade dragon flute in her hand was still emitting warmth. After pausing for a moment, she told Van Gogh her guess.

"Yang Yuhuan's spiritual foundation is different from yours. In this world, Van Gogh refused the cooperation of the Outer Gods and committed suicide to prevent his legacy, 'Starry Night,' from becoming a door for the Outer Gods to invade.

You, who inherited Van Gogh's memory and painting skills, were able to use this to refine your self-awareness time and time again. Although you sometimes spoke nonsense while delirious, you never opened that door in such a frenzied state.

Duanmu Ye could not deny that Van Gogh was only a little bit of despair and a little bit of giving up away from using the Noble Phantasm that had been covering the sky above Fuyuki... Van Gogh, who had not released any Noble Phantasms from beginning to end, could undoubtedly be called the main force against the first echelon of the Outer Gods, although it was only spiritual.

"Is this... a compliment...?"

Fan Gao was a little confused. Although she was overwhelmed with joy at receiving Duanmu Ye's recognition, when she thought about it carefully, there seemed to be something wrong with this statement...

Duanmu Ye shrugged his shoulders at this. He had to admire and appreciate Van Gogh's firm belief that he was Van Gogh. This level of self-awareness was not shaken much even in the third spiritual base posture where he fell into madness. It was just that his acceptance of external divine power was freer than in the first spiritual base posture.

And now, facing the girl named "Yang Yuhuan" who looked like a projection from the Throne of Heroes, and seemed to have been transformed by Cthugha, and could be possessed by Cthugha at any time and anywhere, she was definitely a creation of the Outer Gods.

Duanmu Ye could not take her lightly as he did with Van Gogh, so after seeing Van Gogh being pinned down by Yang Yuhuan, he chose to create the illusion that he was leaving. Even when he saw Yang Yuhuan posing a life threat to Van Gogh, he took off his disguise in the most extreme state to stop her.

On this point...Duanmu Ye is undoubtedly the culprit who put Van Gogh in danger...

"I'm sorry Van Gogh, that happened to you..."

He ignored Yang Yuhuan's struggle at the moment, but apologized to Van Gogh beside him.

"Eh?"

After such an apology, Van Gogh's face showed only a hint of surprise and helplessness.

This was the first time she had received an apology from someone. Even though she was less than a month old, in Van Gogh's memory, it seemed that she was always the only one apologizing to someone, or someone else. Regardless of whether the matter was right or wrong, big or small, she was always the one to apologize...

At this moment, the apology from Duanmu Ye was so sudden. Van Gogh did not think that he had suffered anything that required an apology, nor did he think that someone like him who should not exist was worthy of Duanmu Ye's apology.

"That kind of thing...it's actually nothing..."

Fan Gogh hung her head. Although her mind was now a mess because of Duanmu Ye's apology, and even her body couldn't help but twist and turn, she was not used to being apologized to by others. She kept thinking about what she had done to make Duanmu Ye apologize to her...

Seeing this, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but sigh. Although there was no need to do so, he still wanted to explain what had just happened to Van Gogh and the bewildered Yang Yuhuan.

"I've been staying in this room the entire time. I sensed something was amiss the moment she started attacking you, so... I could have stopped Yang Yuhuan the moment she attacked you. However, because of my selfish desire to see what kind of gesture, form, and actions Yang Yuhuan would take, I didn't save you from her the first time..."

Duanmu Ye's explanation made Van Gogh suddenly realize. Although his confused head was somewhat relieved by this answer, even though Duanmu Ye explained to him why he apologized, Van Gogh still did not think that what he had just experienced was worth an apology.

Because what Yang Yuhuan said was not wrong at all, she was indeed a prop created by the outer gods to invade the surface of the earth, and she had indeed given up her own mission and, at the cost of her own death, handed the power to kill herself to Duanmu Ye at the moment before the outer gods were about to completely take over her consciousness.

She was a loser, whether it was now, in the past, or even in the past... Everything that made her up was a series of extremely failed lives, and the results she got were naturally even more failed, a two-star failed life...

At this moment, Van Gogh couldn't help but feel a little moved. She seemed to have truly let go of all the sins and evils of the past. It was as if it were a dream created by someone. Everything that was almost impossible for him to realize happened to him over time...

"I attacked her? How is that possible... What just happened? I... I need to find my maid, where is my maid?"

Yang Yuhuan screamed in shock. She couldn't understand what was happening at the moment, as if her memory was still stuck in the scene not long after she woke up from a coma. But judging by her current position and the reactions of Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh, Yang Yuhuan's face showed not only helplessness and panic, but also a natural bewilderment.

She doesn't remember what happened...

Whether it was now or just now, whether it was her memory or the conversation between Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh, she didn't know and was completely unable to understand...

Seeing this, Duanmu Ye stepped forward slightly, and did not reach out to touch any part of Yang Yuhuan. He just looked at every part of her quietly from a relatively safe distance, and finally got an answer that Duanmu Ye found very difficult to accept.

"Van Gogh, I think... maybe you are right. Yang Yuhuan is indeed a Servant now..."

Just like the magical reaction Yang Yuhuan showed before she left, although Yang Yuhuan now has the ability to control karma fire, it is different from the fire she used on Van Gogh just now.

Duanmu Ye, who had used the power of Kthugya before, was extremely familiar with the feeling of this flame. It was precisely because of this familiarity that he chose to stay in the room when Yang Yuhuan was trying her best to hide her power.

The magic power belonging to the Outer God is more disordered and chaotic than that of the Servant. If the magic power of the Servant is compared to a slowly flowing stream, then Yang Yuhuan, who is possessed by the Outer God, is filled with chaos and frenzy that cannot be described in words.

She wanted to use her own characteristics as a "container" to attract Cthugha's magic at close range, but the result was that the purple jade dragon flute in her arms emitted a clearer temperature, and Yang Yuhuan had no other reaction except to retreat instinctively.

Of course, during this instinctive retreat, Duanmu Ye saw some fear and disgust in Yang Yuhuan's eyes. It was the existence of these two emotions that made Yang Yuhuan retreat, but she was bound by the invisible tentacles in the wind and could not escape.