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

The pitch-black shadow kept swaying in the mighty light of thunder. At this moment, it seemed as if it was constantly twisting its body, and under the influence of the light, it continued to extend its pitch-black tentacles forward.

Is this the reason for Iskandar's sudden hostility...

Although it seems that he has acquired Van Gogh's abilities by relying on the [Faceless Walker], there is no doubt that these abilities are the blessings of the Outer Gods, and his skill level is not enough in this Holy Grail War where people go back and forth.

But could the protection of the Outer Gods be easily explained by their levels? Duanmu Ye was certain that the concealment from the [Noble Prince of the Wind] had not been noticed by Iskandar. What truly made him feel strange was the subtle arousal of the "evil" within him.

"Rider!"

Frightened by Iskandar's aura, Waver, who was even being lifted and placed on the chariot, was still coughing because of the smoke from the [Godly Wheel] he had just summoned.

But after a slight relaxation, Weber, who had a contractual connection with Iskandar beside him, noticed something strange about him.

Even the most bellicose King of Conquerors shouldn't be so impulsive. Although it was impulsive to reveal one's true name to an unknown Servant, to start a war without knowing anything about it...

"Mo—I've had enough. If you want to fight, then go ahead!"

He was a newcomer and came here just to prove something. He was the weakest among the group in terms of magic talent and ability.

Despite this, Waver Velvet was still proud of summoning the greatest King Servant, because in this way, he could prove to his teacher Kenneth that even though he came from a declining family and was useless in magic, he could still summon such a powerful Servant!

The words from Weber Velvet made the already rugged man smile even more fiercely and heroically, and his muscles, which were so exaggerated that they didn't seem like they belonged to a human, kept throbbing with his words.

The conquest imprinted in his spiritual base was rejoicing at this moment. Iskandar was not sure who the yellow-robed phantom in front of him was, but the thunder of divine power would definitely bring him absolute divine punishment!

"Very good boy, you are worthy of being my Master. You didn't lose any points!"

The Conqueror King, his warlike nature aroused, raised the dagger in his hand, and as he pulled the reins in front of him, his body was gradually coated with materialized thunder.

It was a sacrificial vessel dedicated to the king of gods, the great god Zeus in distant Greek mythology. Attracted by the oracle "whoever unties this knot can rule all of Asia", it attracted the arrival of Alexander, the king of ancient Macedonia, who eventually split the wheel with a dagger, thus obtaining the divine wheel "dedicated to Zeus".

At this moment, this artifact was flashing with blue electricity after being liberated by Iskandar, but this weak current was fleeting and turned into purple lightning full of violent energy when the cow's hoof was raised.

Boom——

The swirling dark clouds that were already summoning the wheel of divine power and were hovering above his head now contained thunder that was far more pronounced and exaggerated than before.

Standing on the distant mountains, Kotomine Kirei frowned slightly. The lingering thunder and the brewing hurricane seemed a little too unexpected for this first night when the Holy Grail War had not yet truly begun.

"Father, the Seven Knights should have been summoned. Is there really no need to send Assassin to confirm which two Knights clashed under the Fuyuki Bridge?"

"It's just a conflict between two familiars, Kirei. You'll have time to study that kind of thing after you retreat to the church. Continue with your plan with the Tōsaka family. Don't you want to witness a miracle with your own eyes?"

The brief silence left Kotomine Kirei feeling somewhat unhappy, but he had to admit that after his Servant faked his death and escaped, he could use Assassin more freely to gain more information, especially to investigate Emiya Kiritsugu, the so-called "Magician Killer" who had suddenly disappeared nine years ago...

"It looks like the Masters of this ritual have already met and started fighting. I'm afraid this kind of commotion will end badly..."

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, the nectar-like red wine reflected the lightning flashing in the distance. Inside the luxurious mansion, the current head of the Tosaka family revealed a slightly sarcastic smile.

"It's just two bugs wrestling. No matter how loud the noise is, bugs are still bugs after all and only deserve to be stepped on."

A golden figure appeared behind Tohsaka Tokitoki, but soon he showed a hint of disdain as if he had noticed something.

"Right now, there's a reptile that doesn't know what's good for it, and it's trying to get its hands on my things!"

......

"Such a fleeing figure, so that's why you're Assassin? A mere Assassin could actually dodge the might of thunder. Interesting, interesting! It really was right to join this war!"

"I don't remember any leader of the Assassin Order being able to fly into the sky!"

Weber was trembling and shouting. He was clearly on the ground the moment before, but in the blink of an eye he was in the sky.

While shaking, he almost flew out of the chariot several times. Just by opening his eyes slightly, he could see the ground below him moving away from him and the house becoming extremely small.

I'll die, I really will! Is the Holy Grail War such a terrifying ritual?!

Even though he was shouting this in his heart, as a magus who had received orthodox mage training, even if he was a true laggard, he still analyzed the guy who flew into the air and forced Rider to drive the chariot to catch up with him while nearly fainting.

The tattered yellow cloak obscured his entire figure and appearance, and it was as if he had cognitive impairment, making it impossible to see his true appearance under the shadow stirred by the wind.

The above content is almost the same as what he saw in the information about the Holy Grail War written by Teacher Kenneth, but he later learned that all the leaders of the Assassin Order, even the first generation, had never had any legends of flying.

Could it be Caster?

Suddenly, the sound of weapons clashing rang out beside his ears, and Waver Velvet opened his eyes to see a scene that he would never forget.

"Caught Rider's sword with your fist? How is that possible!"

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 8: Even if they are not buddies, how can we meet acquaintances here?

The original starry sky was covered by dark clouds, and the crowded commercial streets gradually became sparse due to the "thunderstorm warning" reported in the weather forecast.

The culprit who caused all this frowned, and the moment the dagger in his hand touched the opponent, he clearly felt something was wrong.

The ability that enveloped his body, allowing him to fly through the air, must have been some kind of wind protection, and that protection also obscured the hands that so effortlessly caught his sudden attack.

The weak wind distorted the image in his sight, but through the instantaneous clash of weapons, the battle-hardened Iskandar roughly deduced that the weapons in those hands were not swords or long weapons.

Therefore, while directly excluding the two classes of Saber and Lancer, adhering to the view that Archer and Caster would not choose close combat in this situation, Archer among the top three riders and Caster among the bottom four riders were also excluded.

Although the strange wind was very much like some kind of magic or protection from Caster, Iskandar, who was able to confirm that the weapon that had just blocked his dagger was some kind of short weapon, was even more convinced that the guy in yellow clothes who was unwilling to reveal his true appearance was the Assassin of this ceremony.

"The Assassins of the Holy Grail War aren't as weak as you say!"

The hearty laughter did not change even though the opponent took the weapon "barely with his bare hands". Waver, who was standing beside Iskandar, gradually calmed down after hearing these words and revealed a puzzled look.

Assassin?

Is this guy really not Caster?

The thunder produced by the turning of the wheels was accompanied by the lightning produced by the ox's hooves stepping on the air. However, all of this was deflected just before it came into contact with the yellow robe. Even if Rider was lucky enough to have an A+ rank, it was impossible for him to miss even a single hit.

"Rider, I always feel like something is wrong."

Weber spoke in a deep voice. Although his fear of heights made his voice tremble, he never stopped analyzing the current situation.

Although the attack mode and appearance were identical to the Assassin described in the documentation, Waver felt something was amiss.

Even every time he cast his eyes towards the shadow under the yellow cloak, he looked away as if the thing he feared most in his heart had been touched.

Such a Servant might not be as simple as it seems...

After hearing these words, Iskandar, who originally wanted to get closer and continue fighting with close combat and thunder, gradually restrained his arrogant smile. With this reminder, he also realized that something was wrong with himself.

Is it because I haven't fought for too long and I'm too excited?

Gradually suppressing his inexplicable emotions, Iskandar groaned and put away the dagger in his hand.

"Although I am somewhat displeased by your constant flight, my ministers have proposed a temporary retreat."

"Wash your neck, Assassin! If you're still running away like this next time we meet, I'll chop you off!"

Witnessing the Shenwei Wheel driven by Iskandar gradually disappearing from sight, Duanmu Ye, who had been in disguise, did not show much emotion.

As he returned to the ground, he removed the protection of [Noble Prince of the Wind] and became an ordinary high school student again. He felt the numbness spreading from his arms throughout his body.

That dagger was no ordinary weapon. Just like the dual pistols used by Brush, the holy sword used by King Saber, and the golden treasury of the king, Iskandar's dagger contained the magic power of thunder.

The sudden raindrops fell on my body, and in just a few moments it turned into a downpour.

Duanmu Ye, who was walking under the eaves, was silent, feeling a little regretful that Weber Velvet stopped Iskandar from launching a final charge against him.

"Just a little bit more..."

He slightly raised his numb arm, and the two sunflowers that seemed to be blooming on the back of his hand began to dissipate and return to normal.

In his first confrontation with the Servant, he was not at a disadvantage. Wearing Van Gogh's spirit clothes, he seemed to be able to create suitable "weapons" through his imagination.

Just like when he was forced to take Iskandar's dagger just now, he subconsciously wanted to catch it with his hands, but what appeared in the end was like a sunflower blooming from the back of his hand, which was obviously gorgeous, but also revealed a weirdness.

"Due to Van Gogh's creativity..."

Muttering to himself in his heart, Duanmu Ye felt a little complicated for a moment.

Whether it was the suggestion of the Water Priest or the illusion of the Martian Flower, if they were not exposed for a few more rounds, they would be completely imprinted on Iskandar.

He didn't care about the description of "little effect on those with anti-magic power". Since it only said that the effect was little, rather than ineffective, it meant that there was always a way to leave more or less dream hints on those who possessed the ability of "anti-magic".

Despite this, the hints used all the time have tied his image to Assassin as expected. Given Waver Velvet's intelligence and Iskandar's temper, they will probably go to the church to confirm the "truth" as soon as they receive the news that Assassin is out.

Want to fake your death and then assist secretly?

The Holy Grail War is not a game between allies. Since we have to fight each other to determine the only winner, let's bring it to the table!

Duanmu Ye sneered. He had never felt so relaxed as he did now, as if something deep in his heart had been awakened. Even he himself did not understand why he could still laugh after revealing some of his abilities.

He put his hands behind his back, the numbness of which was gradually fading away, and walked out of the alley in the appearance of a high school student. As he blended into the crowd again, he did not forget to bring some paint for Van Gogh.

But there was no currency in this era, and Duanmu Ye, who was worried about it, caught a glimpse of a red restaurant not far away that looked particularly strange in the rain, like a devil's cave. On its sign was clearly written in Chinese: "Hongzhou Yansuiguan Taishan".

Seeing the words from his hometown in this strange place made Duanmu Ye feel so familiar.

With the thought of meeting fellow villagers and tears in his eyes, Duanmu Ye changed back to his original appearance in a corner where no one cared. Except that his clothes were no longer the special attire of slippers + vest, the only difference was that the Sunflower Command Seal that should have been on his right hand did not appear.

The next moment, Duanmu Ye pushed open the door of Hongzhou Yansui Pavilion and met the eyes of the black-robed priest facing the door. However, compared to Kotomine Kirei who kept putting mapo tofu into his mouth, Duanmu Ye's originally sad face instantly turned into shock as if he had eaten shit.

If he's not a buddy, how can he meet an acquaintance?

As a priest of the Holy Church, even though Kotomine Kirei was currently participating in the ceremony, since this ceremony was being supervised by his father Kotomine Risei, he must have already possessed the basic information of the Seven Riders' Masters.

Then, as the Master of one of the Seven Riders, at such a close distance and without any disguise, it is impossible for Kotomine Kirei to pretend not to recognize him, right?

"Eh? It's a Chinese person I've never seen before! Are you here to eat?"

Suddenly, an enthusiastic voice coming from behind made Duanmu Ye, who was preparing to oil the road with mud, pause, and then turned around with an extremely apologetic expression.

"Hold, sorry, I don't have any money, so forget it."

Having no money is one thing, but hiding from people is real.

However, before the petite girl with a bun-like hair in front of him could speak, Kotomine Kirei, who was sitting not far away, took the lead in answering in broken Chinese.

"It's just a meal, it's my treat."

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 9: Maybe I have a talent for acting?

The warm lighting seemed to dispel the chill on my body, and the spicy smell coming from the kitchen in the air made my body feel a little hot.

However, Duanmu Ye, who was sitting in front of Kotomine Kirei with an embarrassed look on his face, did not feel a trace of warmth on his body.

Although as a home-based writer, he knew enough Japanese for daily communication and had no problem with communication, but at this moment, looking at Kotomine Kirei who kept putting a plate of murderous mapo tofu into his mouth, Duanmu Ye still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Well, thank you, uncle. You are such a kind-hearted person!"

Looking at the Command Seal on the back of the other person's right hand that was revealed when he kept raising his hand, Duanmu Ye knew that it was not some Shamatte tattoo, so he decided to confirm whether he really knew him first.

"..."

The silent atmosphere seemed a little awkward, but in the empty eyes of Kotomine Kirei when he raised his head, Duanmu Ye seemed to see some kind of thought and confusion.

A good person?

Kotomine Kirei remained calm despite being praised in this way. Even though he subconsciously did a good deed and was praised, there was no change in his heart.

This kind of help that can be given casually is really insignificant, and it is not even comparable to the "satisfaction" that can be obtained when enlightening those sinful guys in the confessional.

Kotomine Kirei did not answer, but while sizing up the person in front of him, he noticed that his gaze was always fixed on his right hand.

This discovery made Kotomine Kirei's eyes gradually turn cold. As a participant in this Holy Grail War, he naturally knew what it meant when a person's eyes were always on the back of his hand.

Is he also a magician, or a participant in this Holy Grail War?

"Uncle, your tattoo is so cool!"

The sudden words, accompanied by an extremely scorching gaze directed at him by the other party, startled Kotomine Kirei, who had already decided to use the Black Key to test the other party's possibility of being a magus.

"Tattoo? Is that what you mean?"

He raised his right hand without hesitation, revealing three red marks, and the other party's reaction was even more enthusiastic than before.

"So cool... I've always wanted to get a tattoo like this, but my family has always been against it, so after some conflicts, I moved out..."

He let his fiery gaze gradually dim as he spoke, and as he watched the other person gradually sink into sadness, a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of Kotomine Kirei's mouth.

What? He’s just a kid who knows nothing... Is it because you’re too nervous that you even suspect such an ordinary person?

"Ahahaha, Mapo Tofu Soup Dumplings are here~"

Duanmu Ye:?

Looking at the steamer that was brought to the table by the cheongsam girl and was constantly emitting red hot steam, both the dipping sauce and the dough were an indescribable red. This made Duanmu Ye, a southerner, feel like the sky was falling.

Can Mapo Tofu be used to make soup dumplings? Where is this recipe from?