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

The sudden movement of standing up almost overturned the entire table, but it seemed to have a special grip. Even when he kicked the chair he was sitting on to the ground, the table that was pierced by the sword did not move at all.

Although he was a little concerned, Sakamoto Ryoma knew that he had no time to think about other issues. Although he was not afraid of death, he did not want his death to be meaningless before he figured out why he came down.

"..."

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, but it was more like it was pressed against the front of his face than his forehead. He only needed to raise his eyes slightly to see the muzzle that was constantly emitting the smell of gunpowder.

The Smith & Wesson revolver is one of the few weapons that Ryoma Sakamoto owns that can be called a weapon. It is a very modern weapon. Just like the mysterious blow of ancient times to modern times, this purely modern weapon may also have the effect of a modern weapon on the ancient hero who possesses a high degree of mystery.

However, Duanmu Ye didn't buy it...

"Maybe if you had just told me the truth, you wouldn't be in such a desperate situation."

"But I don't have a choice, do I?"

Ryoma Sakamoto responded immediately because this is the fact, an undeniable fact.

From the moment he arrived here, from the moment he opened the Pandora's box of this house, his life was no longer in his own hands, completely handed over to the man in front of him who might be a Servant, or perhaps the original owner of this house who was possessed by a Servant.

But no matter which one it is, Ryoma Sakamoto knows that he has no other way out except to fight.

The hand with the index finger pressing the trigger finally moved at the moment the words fell. The bullet created by magic also had its original characteristics. The bullet that could easily destroy some carbon-based and some silicon-based objects was also fired from the barrel at this moment.

The dull sound of gunfire echoed in the room. Van Gogh, who was very familiar with pistols, covered his ears and trembled all over, not daring to open his eyes to see what was happening.

In contrast, Yang Yuhuan was still flipping through the music scores she had received from Duanmu Ye. While memorizing them in her mind, she was enjoying the lychees and cakes that Duanmu Ye had bought earlier. She was obviously not affected at all by the gunshots resounding in the house.

The person who had the biggest reaction at this moment was none other than Ryoma Sakamoto, who shot the bullet. In his eyes, the bullet, which was full of mystery, was being held squarely in the other party's fist.

There was no use of magic or sorcery to intercept, but the most physical way was to catch the bullet with his hand, and he looked at himself as if he was unharmed.

"I see. With only the ability to deal with mysterious special forces, I thought it would be a bit tricky, but I didn't expect it to be this bad..."

To be honest, even at this moment, Duanmu Ye had not thought of killing Sakamoto Ryoma like he did to Okita Souji. After all, he could use him to attack other Servants. His appearance was to stop Maxwell Demon, the Caster.

What's more, he didn't reveal any intention of attacking him. The act of pointing a gun at him was a completely forced choice. Even the abilities he possessed were just a means to deal with Oda Nobunaga.

Such behavior made Duanmu Ye start to think, are the characters of the two restraining factions in this Holy Grail War really just at this level?

Okita Souji has already been dealt with by himself. If there is a possibility of his resurrection, it will almost certainly be for him. Then he will face it seriously. That will be a matter for the future.

However, Sakamoto Ryoma's existence is somewhat mediocre. Instead of killing all the Servants, he should defeat the Outer Gods who are supposed to be hostile. But if he wants to move forward, solving these Servants is a problem that he must face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sakamoto Ryoma's actions changed again. He was originally shooting with one foot on the table, but when he realized that shooting alone would not have any effect, he immediately pulled out Mutsu no Kami Yoshiyuki which was placed beside the table.

Like the Kikuichimonji Norimune used by Okita Souji, it is a katana that gleams with a strange magical light.

When he saw the sword, Duanmu Ye's eyes flashed with surprise, because he could obviously sense something strange from the sword, but that strangeness was not the "special attack against humans" that he was worried about, but some kind of special magical reaction.

Since his control over the wind had reached an inhuman level, the extremely fast sword strike that was almost a fusion of the Beichen Itto-ryu skills accumulated throughout his life, which could be called a sword-drawing slash, appeared to be quite slow in Duanmu Ye's eyes. This was also the reason why he was able to wrap his palm with the fragments of the yellow clothes and block the bullet without being injured.

Facing the completely unaware Sakamoto Ryoma, Duanmu Ye no longer had any thoughts on him. He focused his attention on the source of the strange magical fluctuations in the sword. Miss A'long, who was constantly putting food into her mouth, had a magical power that was different from that of everyone else present. She had her own unique peculiarity.

"Is this a fantasy?"

Duanmu Ye muttered to himself. Without a doubt, such an answer was not surprising to him. After all, the smell emanating from Baiyaki was different from that of Miss A'long, and the star followers summoned by the power of the "Water Priest" also had a different smell from Baiyaki.

The magical fluctuations emitted by this special fantasy species unique to the earth were somewhat novel to Duanmu Ye, who had never come into contact with it, but it was only novel. He did not make any unnecessary moves other than counterattacking Sakamoto Ryoma.

There is no doubt that neither Sakamoto Ryoma nor Arlong possesses the ability of "special attack against humans", so it is unnecessary to let them exit the stage at the speed of light like Okita Souji.

Holding on to this idea, Duanmu Ye, who did not hold back, could only hope that Sakamoto Ryoma would have his own judgment. Whether he could survive from his hands and walk out of this house that was imposed with a wind field, he could only hope that Sakamoto Ryoma would have good luck...

At this moment, Sakamoto Ryoma, who vaguely sensed something was wrong, did not have the chance to take back Mutsu-no-Kami Yoshiyuki in his hand. The speed, ruthlessness and accuracy of the Hokushin Ittoryu's sword-drawing slash did not include the ability to change the direction of the sword before hitting the enemy. If the lost skills mastered by the Shinsengumi swordsman might be able to do this, apart from this, only the legendary Yan Fan could change the trajectory of the sword at the moment of swinging.

Therefore, the moment he realized something was wrong, Sakamoto Ryoma's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. Then, countless invisible things began to rapidly approach his body from his outstretched arms, and countless wounds as if cut by sharp blades began to spread from the back of his hand holding the handle in the blink of an eye.

The precious white suit was constantly torn and damaged under such an attack, revealing horrific wounds. At the same time, Sakamoto Ryoma felt that his chest and abdomen were violently hit by something. Just when the blade was completely pulled out, he was knocked out and hit the wall.

Duanmu Ye, who had been sitting there the entire time, watched the scene in front of him indifferently. Sakamoto Ryoma, who had crashed into the wall and fallen to the ground, seemed to have lost consciousness, but Duanmu Ye had no intention of letting it end there...

Pipa, Flame, and Sun: Chapter 14: Miss A-Long has finished eating!

Duanmu Ye's thoughts underwent two changes in the decision of whether to get rid of Sakamoto Ryoma. After all, driven by the desire to survive, the only thing he could do in the face of the existence that was attacking him was to resist.

But the fact is, Sakamoto Ryoma did not come here to defeat him, so it is not so important to deal with him.

But this is not a reason for Duanmu Ye to let him go. After all, he is also a participant in this Holy Grail War and has a hostile relationship with Rider Sakamoto Ryoma. He will always stand on the opposite side of him, so why not now?

"If you're only a Servant of this level, then I don't think you'll ever see the Holy Grail."

Facing Sakamoto Ryoma who was knocked unconscious by the tentacles and hit the wall, Duanmu Ye did not attack immediately, as if to give Sakamoto Ryoma a little breathing space. He started talking to him when it was most appropriate to finish him off.

He did not maintain the sense of mystery that was required when portraying the King in Yellow. After all, the "anti-mystery" that Ryoma Sakamoto was given was specifically designed to restrain these things. That was why Van Gogh went to open the door first to confirm who the visitor was, and finally decided to face Ryoma Sakamoto in disguised human form.

Both the special attack against mystery and its own ability seemed useless in front of Duanmu Ye, who was between humans and outer gods at this moment. It was like Jiang Ziya had prepared all the treasures of "special attack against Daji" that could kill Daji, but in the end what he saw was not Daji, but the rabbit transformed from the aggregate after the Tunguska explosion.

At this moment, almost in order to deal with Archer, that is, the extra special attack given by Oda Nobunaga, when Sakamoto Ryoma faced himself as a life form outside the domain, Duanmu Ye imagined that it was probably in the same state as when Jiang Ziya VS Goyanskaya.

If we infer based on this setting, then Okita Souji's existence must be to evolve into the demon Souji according to the story process. In other words, her existence is indeed to defeat him, but Sakamoto Ryoma was summoned here by the restraining force in order to deal with Oda Nobunaga who appeared in response to the "National Salvation War".

But just as he finished speaking and fell into deep thought, Ryoma Sakamoto suddenly raised his hand, and the Smith & Wesson revolver in his hand made a sound of the safety being pressed.

Then, as if he had timed the gap between people speaking, Sakamoto Ryoma hung his head, and with his vision blocked by his drooping hair, he emptied the bullets in the revolver in his hand.

The smoke rising from the muzzle exuded residual magic, and Duanmu Ye, who did not react immediately, had five bright bullet holes on his body.

Sakamoto Ryoma slowly raised his head with a rather miserable smile on his face. The injuries to his chest and abdomen that had just been directed at him would have destroyed his internal organs completely if it were a normal person. Even as a Heroic Spirit, he found it difficult to withstand such an attack.

Both his mind and body were almost at their limit. Although as a Servant he would not die easily from assassination like a human, such an attack was not pleasant for him.

"Now, are you a little more honest?"

Although the bullets made of magic power are given the special attack "against the mysteries", bullets are bullets after all, and they also have special attacks against humans, implementing the principle of "the gun is fast at seven steps away, and the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps."

At this moment, these bullets, which were both "anti-mystery" and "anti-human", without the help of skills that could guarantee a hit, all hit the man sitting in front of him.

If he were a human, he would have lost any possibility of survival. Five bullets all hit his chest. Even the strongest human being of this era has entered the countdown of life. Unless rescued, there is absolutely no possibility of salvation.

But if the man before him was a Servant possessed, then the "anti-mysticism" imbued within his bullet would surely severely injure him, rendering him unable to maintain possession...

But soon, Sakamoto Ryoma's smile froze on his face, because the surrounding atmosphere was dead silent, except for the chewing sound of Aaron who was still clearing the food on the table, whether it was the trembling Dutch girl, the Asian girl who kept flipping through the music score, or especially the timid Dutch girl, she was obviously slightly relieved after emptying the magazine of her pistol.

She didn't even care about the man's life or death, and started to enjoy the meal she had been too scared to touch from the beginning...

Such an abnormal phenomenon made Sakamoto Ryoma's smile gradually fade, because when he turned his attention back to the man in yellow in the middle, he saw with his own eyes five bullets being ejected from the crater on his chest. There seemed to be some kind of living thing in the dark crater, which was blocking the bullets while repairing the pierced areas.

By the moment the man in yellow stood up from the chair, the place originally damaged by the bullet had completely recovered, as if nothing had happened. Only the five crushed bullet casings scattered on the table confirmed what had just happened.

How is this possible?!

There is no doubt that this recovery speed is not something that humans can possess. The only explanation is that it is some kind of Noble Phantasm that is effective against itself, so such a scene can occur when facing a bullet that is endowed with a special attack.

But is something like that really possible?

You know, against the mysterious special attack, this kind of Noble Phantasm that can repair itself is precisely a Noble Phantasm with a high degree of mystery. Logically speaking, even if it fails to kill the enemy, it should have broken some of the defense.

Why, why was he able to stand up safely?

Sakamoto Ryoma couldn't understand, but Duanmu Ye patted his body, stood up from the chair, and gave an explanation.

"I'm surprised you've incorporated so many special attacks. They shouldn't be among your abilities... If my true soul wasn't here, I'd be hurt."

Duanmu Ye couldn't help but sigh, because if he didn't happen to have this yellow robe, if his soul hadn't been taken away by Yog-Sothoth long ago, and his body hadn't been turned into the most suitable vessel for the Outer Gods to reside in, he would probably not be in a good condition after facing a few such gunshots with his original body.

Therefore, the words that seemed to be deliberately said made Sakamoto Ryoma have a sudden realization. If the human figure in front of him was regarded as some kind of clone, then the ineffectiveness of his attack could be explained.

Thinking of this, a trace of despair flashed across Sakamoto Ryoma's face. If the clone alone could achieve this, then the original body must be either so weak that it has almost no combat power, or it must be even more powerful and terrifying than the real body it was controlling...

This fact made Sakamoto Ryoma reveal a helpless smile. He put down his pistol and no longer had the thought of reloading it. Facing an enemy that he could not defeat no matter what, struggling again was stupidity called "hot-bloodedness". Even if he won by chance, it was just the favor of fate.

He was already past the age of "hot-bloodedness". Even at the moment of his assassination, he was only 29 years old. However, when faced with the foolish actions of his youthful enthusiasm, such as rescuing Aaron from the mountain, he had already done such foolish things. So, at this mature age, he did not intend to be "hot-blooded" anymore...

"It looks like you've decided to give up."

Duanmu Ye murmured, somewhat surprised by Sakamoto Ryoma's decision.

After all, as a reformist, activist and thinker in the late Edo period of Japan, he must have experienced more ups and downs than he had eaten rice.

A man who could lead others on the path of reform in such a bloody era, how could such a person give up so easily...

Duanmu Ye didn't think that such a thing would happen to Sakamoto Ryoma.

In response to this, Sakamoto Ryoma helplessly smiled miserably, because the injuries he had suffered previously had not recovered. Both his clothes and body had terrible damage and scars. Coupled with the dust on his face, Sakamoto Ryoma was now more embarrassed than he had imagined.

"You mean defeating someone who can't be harmed by either swords or guns? That kind of thing... can only happen in stories made up to inspire people, right?"

Sakamoto Ryoma was helpless. He didn't know what the purpose of his appearance was. Maybe it was that demon Archer, or maybe it was something else...

But it was obvious that the purpose of his appearance was not to defeat the man in front of him. If he wanted to defeat him, he should have sent a more powerful being. Sending a half-baked Servant here would be a bit like cannon fodder, right?

When Ryoma Sakamoto thought about it carefully, it seemed that his life had always been spent running around for those insurmountable things and people, until finally he fell in a pool of blood powerless because of these things. Even though he had promoted the progress of some things, he had not accomplished anything truly meaningful while he was alive, even until the very end.

Having accomplished nothing in life or after death, it seemed unworthy of anyone's high hopes. Leaving the opportunity to obtain the "Universal Wishing Machine" to a useless person like him seemed a bit of a waste...

As Sakamoto Ryoma raised his head and closed his eyes, as if he was ready to die, Duanmu Ye's eyes gradually dimmed.

He had already told him the way to escape from here, but he chose the most wrong choice. The result of a fight with swords would only be a life-and-death struggle, and the person who survived would definitely not be him, Ryoma Sakamoto.

Therefore, at this moment when even Sakamoto Ryoma decided to give up the chance to live, Duanmu Ye no longer said anything, but instead gathered the not-so-much power of Hastur, wanting to destroy Sakamoto Ryoma's spiritual core, which was protected by the restraining force, in one fell swoop.

As time passed, Duanmu Ye's strength returned to the level where he could break through the protection given by the restraining force. The tentacles surrounding him became materialized when this power reached its peak, but they were still transparent.

Van Gogh, who was glancing at Duanmu Ye out of the corner of her eye, was not surprised. At this moment, she just wanted to finish the food on the table as quickly as possible. After all, there might not be another meal after this one.

However, just as Van Gogh was about to take the last piece of meat from the plate, a big hand reached out from out of sight, and took away the last bit of meat and vegetables on the plate. Under Van Gogh's gaze, it opened its mouth and kept chewing with its serrated mouth.

"Duan...Duanmu..."

Van Gogh was about to cry. She had only taken three small bites of steak from the beginning until now. This was clearly the most sumptuous meal she had had in a long time, but she didn't eat it right away because she was a little concerned about the pistol...

However, Van Gogh's voice was drowned out the moment it was spoken. Miss Aaron kept covering her swollen belly and slumped over in the chair, announcing a victory declaration in a loud voice.

"Ms. Aaron is done eating! You should let us go!"

All sounds stopped at this moment, whether it was Van Gogh's crying, Yang Yuhuan's humming, or the whirring sound made by the countless tentacles twisting behind Duanmu Ye.

At this moment, when Miss Aaron said these words, everything calmed down completely.

Duanmu Ye looked down and saw that there was almost no food residue on the plates and bowls on the table. They were extremely clean, as if they had been washed. Even the food in front of Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan was not left out. He had indeed completed the mission of "eating it all".

There was some surprise in Duanmu Ye's eyes. When he looked at Sakamoto Ryoma again, he found that he was also looking at him, and the bitter smile on his face turned into a confident smile.

"It looks like... it's me... no, it's us who won."

Arlong and Sakamoto Ryoma are one and the same, and it is impossible to judge them as two separate individuals.

Seeing this, Duanmu Ye's face showed a little more smile. As he slowly sat down, he spoke very softly.

"Now that you've finished eating, leave now and don't set foot around this house again."

Duanmu Ye abided by the rules and promises. He always kept his word. Since he had promised them before and they had indeed found a way to leave, he had no reason to keep them here forever...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 15: The Destroyed Train/Van Gogh Wants a New Name

"What a terrifying Servant... But I didn't expect him to keep his promise and let us go..."

Ryoma Sakamoto, who was carried out of the courtyard by Miss Along, turned his head and looked at the house that was full of Western style but had a Japanese courtyard. It looked like two completely different individuals. There was obviously a sense of incongruity everywhere, but every time he looked at it, he would feel from the bottom of his heart that it was like this.

This feeling made Ryoma Sakamoto feel very strange, but he couldn't say anything more. What happened to him just now was still vivid in his mind. Even though he had left the house, Ryoma Sakamoto still felt a lingering fear when he mentioned or thought of that scene.

"Thanks to Miss Aaron's wisdom!"

"It's amazing that you can eat so much..."

Faced with Miss Ryoma's complacency, Sakamoto Ryoma smiled helplessly and spoke helplessly.

In fact, he had already guessed that the other party had no intention of killing him. Whether it was the beginning or the final sword fight, the other party was clearly capable of killing him directly, but he repeatedly gave up such opportunities, as if to delay time, allowing Aaron to finish the food on the table that seemed to take some time to finish in such a limited time.

Ryoma Sakamoto was somewhat surprised by this result, but he was still glad that he was not like some of the people he had come into contact with during his lifetime. When facing a life-and-death situation, he refused to negotiate and unilaterally tore up the possibility of the relationship between the two by fighting with all his might.

In any case, he finally escaped from that horrific hell. Knowing that it was most likely Berserker or Caster's Servant had no intention of forming an alliance with him, he could only look for other Servants to form an alliance with in order to deal with the demon Archer.

"Ryoma, where are we going now?"

Miss Aaron spoke in confusion, and at the end of her words, she did not forget to pat her still round belly, showing off her victory.

"Ms. Aaron is full and very motivated now!"

"I am full?"

Ryoma Sakamoto looked at Miss Arlong beside him with some doubt. In her eyes, he could clearly feel that there was no lie in her words, but Ryoma Sakamoto knew very well that Arlong, as the beast of the Age of Gods, could not "feed" her through ordinary means.

Even with his supply of magic power to Aaron, the extent he could do was only to allow her to have some fantasy abilities and partial power on the basis of her human form, rather than being able to do something directly in her complete form.