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

Although he was still immersed in the performance for Kotomine Kirei at this moment, looking at the red soup dumplings in front of him, he still wanted to call out to the girl who turned around and went back to her busy work.

Immediately, Duanmu Ye saw Kotomine Kirei skillfully breaking open the chopsticks and reaching his hand into the steamer in front of him.

As Kotomine Kirei revealed a slightly satisfied smile, the weather forecast that was originally broadcasting a thunderstorm suddenly switched to an emergency notice.

[After the four murders that occurred so far, we received a report from the public and discovered the scene of the latest fifth murder in a residential area.]

Similar to the previous four murders, this murder scene also contained a mysterious pattern drawn with the victim's blood, resembling a magic circle. Police will continue to investigate the case, and the public is advised not to leave children alone at home...

Kotomine Kirei looked up at the TV, enjoying the boiling hot broth in the soup dumplings and the tingling sensation of the spicy taste in his mouth. From just a few words, he already had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

His teacher and father had already sent a notice several minutes ago that all seven Knights of the Holy Grail War had been summoned. Although he was not sure who the two Knights who had clashed on Fuyuki Bridge were, based on the intelligence he had, it was definitely not the ones with accurate information, but rather two small-time figures who had no idea what the Holy Grail War was and were just there to make up the numbers.

"K-are you kidding me..."

Suddenly, Kotomine Kirei, who had a delighted expression on his face, saw the young man who had previously envied his Command Seals slumped to the ground. The despair in his eyes suddenly aroused certain emotions in his heart.

"Father, mother, brother..."

The news did not reveal the exact identity of the deceased, but Kotomine Kirei, who had traveled to many places as a priest and a magus and had met many humans, did not see any falsehood in the boy's condition.

That despair, that despair that came from the bottom of his heart, seemed like an excellent play that brightened his eyes.

"Is that your family in there?"

This time, Kotomine Kirei took the initiative to speak, and the interest revealed in his eyes made him eager to see more reactions.

But, how could Duanmu Ye, who was performing just to arouse that little interest, get what he wanted?

Duanmu Ye stood up shakily without saying a word, and sat back in his original seat, trying hard to endure the unpleasant spicy taste as he put the Mapo Tofu soup dumplings into his mouth one by one.

“It’s spicy… Really spicy—”

Tears kept falling from his eyes, as if the spiciness that was enough to make one's stomach ache was not worth mentioning. Kotomine Kirei just watched the scene calmly without saying a word.

The boy's emotions can be divided into three categories: pain, sadness, and despair. Although he tried his best to hide these emotions, Kotomine Kirei saw them clearly, and he became more convinced that this boy was just an ordinary person who ran away from home because of a conflict with his family.

"You just said you had no money, right?"

Kotomine Kirei murmured, then took out some 1 yuan banknotes from his wallet and placed them in front of the extremely embarrassed boy.

"Forget what happened to you and go live somewhere remote."

After saying that, Kotomine Kirei left the restaurant with his hands behind his back, leaving behind Duanmu Ye, who was almost unable to act anymore. He picked up a thick stack of banknotes on the table and looked a little "dazed".

"Is this the priest from the church? He's such a...good man."

Seeing the only two customers in the store leave one after another, the cheongsam girl who had been busy in the kitchen stopped what she was doing.

Looking at the place where the two had been sitting before, the girl named [Ba] sighed helplessly.

"My little shop is really in trouble..."

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Water, Wind, Flowers: Chapter 10: The Painter's Servant is So Terrifying

The heavy rain washed away everything on the street, and in the dim room, only a little light was swaying.

Suddenly, a slight noise coming from the door made the girl in the room tremble violently. The next moment she opened the door slightly and stuck her head out, a white box hit her head.

"What are you trying to do by making it so dark, or is there a power outage in the house?"

"Master! No, no... I just feel that Van Gogh doesn't need such a good thing..."

Van Gogh's expression showed a hint of surprise at the visitor, but he soon became embarrassed again.

Seeing this, Duanmu Ye didn't say much. He turned on the light in the room and saw the room called "Studio" that was tidied by Van Gogh.

Perhaps we have a stereotyped impression of Van Gogh's state after he fell into madness, but in fact the so-called chaotic abstract picture does not appear in our sight.

The tidy bed was quietly placed in the corner of the room. The room was obviously large enough for two people to live together, but at this moment it was divided into a place for rest and painting in an extremely neat and orderly manner.

"Amazing......"

"Amazing... Are you talking about Van Gogh?"

The orange girl murmured, although she was extremely nervous in her heart, but after receiving an extremely affirmative answer, she turned and showed a silly smile like a pervert.

Duanmu Ye, who witnessed this scene, also smiled indifferently, and then handed the large paint box in his hand towards the girl.

Van Gogh took the box with both hands and opened his mouth wide. Even his sky-blue pupils trembled as he took the box.

"This, this is very valuable, right? Paint or something..."

"It's not that expensive. After all, in a way, it was a gift from a friend of mine."

Duanmu Ye nodded as he explained this to Van Gogh. After all, he had watched the Fate series several times and was very familiar with some of the characters.

Since I'm very familiar with him, he's a friend. If I bought the paint with the money given by my friend, there's nothing wrong with saying it's a gift, right?

While thinking, Duanmu Ye caught a glimpse of a corner that he had not noticed before. An easel with the picture covered by a white cloth was quietly placed in a corner of the painting area.

"That is......"

"wait wait wait!"

Before Van Gogh could finish his words, Duanmu Ye stepped forward and took off the white cloth. A red, rough man suddenly appeared before his eyes in the form of an oil painting.

According to the information Duanmu Ye was familiar with, Van Gogh was created by combining foreign gods with local gods. His body and personality were both derived from Clytie, the water nymph in Greek mythology who was in love with Apollo.

However, the painting before his eyes was not of Apollo from Greek mythology. It was merely a rough outline drawn with paint, revealing a sense of familiarity. The chariot that was almost a mess under his feet was purple in addition to red.

"Iskander..."

Both the outline and the figure are extremely distorted. Just looking at it this way, you might mistake the person in the painting for a red-haired guy.

But for Duanmu Ye, with whom he had just fought not long ago, Iskandar's image completely overlapped with his when he saw this little outline. He even called out Van Gogh's real name in front of him without much thought.

"Did you draw it?"

Van Gogh, who arrived later, nodded slightly, as if lost in some recollection, and murmured.

"I think it might be because of the Master's contact with him that his image and some other things kept appearing in my mind like a flash of inspiration. When I came to my senses, it was already here..."

Van Gogh's answer changed Duanmu Ye's expression. The portrait of Iskandar in front of him was incomplete. It only had an outline, just like a puppet with only a shell but no interior. It was just a semi-finished product.

A bold guess emerged in his mind. Perhaps whenever he interacted with those Servants with the spirit garment of "Van Gogh", Van Gogh as his true self could also receive a certain degree of feedback. When the work under her hands was truly completed, that would be the time when the Water Priest and the Martian Flower would have complete control over it.

Or perhaps, every time Van Gogh completed a painting, he, who possessed the "Faceless Walker", was able to control the power of the painting as it said.

Is this the true strength of a painter-type Servant?

The painter's follower is so terrifying!

After some thought, Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh who was beside him and seemed to be hesitant to speak, and he felt that there had never been such a wonderful start.

What does it mean to be able to obtain the abilities of the person in the painting after completing it? Does it mean that he can personally play the role in the painting, or is it that he can directly take away the identity and abilities of the follower regardless of whether he agrees or not?

Oh my god, what kind of evil treasure is this?

Whether it was to dominate the other party after completing the painting, or to provide a spiritual base coat for imitation, this level of ability appearing in this remote corner of Fuyuki was completely an overkill.

In other words, it shouldn't appear here, it should appear in the Fairy Cup of Snowfield City in America!

However, when thinking about this, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but feel fortunate that he didn't actually run to the hellish state of Xueyuan City. If he had given himself an Abigail after going there, he probably wouldn't have to struggle haha...

"I'm sorry... Master..."

Suddenly, Van Gogh's voice interrupted her fantasy of a "beautiful vision" of the future. When she looked again, she saw that Van Gogh had handed the box of paint he had previously handed to her back to her.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh in front of her in confusion and did not take the paint from her hand.

"Because I could have made the paint with magic power, but I still made Master spend money to buy the paint..."

"I'm sorry for lying to the Master..."

The girl's answer seemed to be hesitant from the beginning. When she finally said it, Duanmu Ye shook his head and pushed the box towards her again.

"This was originally bought for you. Even if you didn't tell me, I would have bought a box and put it here."

This is true.

It was not to let Van Gogh paint, but this was really the plan from the beginning. After all, in Duanmu Ye's concept, there is a concept that has been implemented to this day.

"I can do without it, but I can't live without it."

Van Gogh, as her Servant, naturally also benefited from this idea. The box of paint was originally prepared for her.

"Really, really?"

There was a glimmer of light in Van Gogh's eyes. His eyes, which were as beautiful as the blue sky, were even more dazzling at this moment.

Duanmu Ye nodded. He had already adapted to the feeling of being "not a human" at the moment, and he treated Van Gogh as naturally as he treated an "ordinary" girl.

But then he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Van Gogh.

“Can you still paint if you’re just observing each other?”

Asked this question, Van Gogh blinked and nodded uncertainly.

"That should be...okay, right?"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 11: Kirei: There's a traitor, abort the plan!

"Assassin was eliminated? How is that possible! That guy was clearly safe and sound before we retreated, how could he be eliminated by another Servant in such a short time!"

Waver's face was filled with disbelief at the announcement from the church. That Assassin who had soared into the sky, that Assassin who couldn't even harm Rider in the slightest, was actually leaving the stage so casually?

Could it be that a Servant stronger than Rider has appeared in this Holy Grail War?

"Hey! Are you even listening to me? Assassin has been eliminated! If this news is true, then who was the Servant we fought?"

Iskandar, who was lying on his side on the floor, scratched his hair, and his face, facing away from Weber, also had a solemn expression.

"Hey kid, that organization called the Holy Church is the supervisor of this ceremony, right?"

"Yes, that's right... Although there have always been some conflicts between the Holy Church and the Magic Association, I think they should be neutral during the Holy Grail War."

"Then do you think their words are credible?"

Iskandar's words made Waver, who had been confirming the authenticity of the information over and over again, stunned. The expression on his face kept changing, and he seemed to be hesitant.

The reason why the Magic Association headed by the Clock Tower is in constant conflict with the agents of the Holy Church is actually because the philosophies of the two organizations conflict.

The Holy Church, which regards everything of the "One God" as a miracle, does not recognize any power other than the "One God", which naturally includes the "ancient" and "mysterious" pursued by the Magic Association.

Therefore, all members of the Holy Church who walk on the earth reject "mysterious" magic and adopt the "baptism" ritual are without exception carrying out the elimination of all non-divine forces. The so-called conflict is precisely because of such extreme behaviors and concepts that they have always been incompatible.

But now, the Holy Grail War is being carried out to bring about a miracle, so it stands to reason that we shouldn't lie about such things...

An atmosphere of silence spread throughout the room, and Iskandar, who was lying on his side, sat up with a bit of solemnity.

"So, kid, go check it out! You won't accomplish anything great if you just sit here timidly!"

"That's the location designated by the Holy Church. Trespassing without permission might result in your being disqualified from participating in the battle!"

"Hey kid...are you really here to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

Iskandar's expression was not as arrogant as before. He just frowned and looked at Weber who was sitting on the bed with an extremely solemn expression.

Under such inquiries, the hesitation on Waver's face turned into a bit of uneasiness.

"This ritual will kill people, right?"

"Boy, this is war. War is never a child's game."

Iskandar's expression had never been so solemn as it was today. Weber, who kept glancing at Iskandar out of the corner of his eyes, pursed his lips.

As a magus, he knew that the Holy Grail War was a ritual among magi to fight for the universal wish-granting machine. But now it seemed that this ritual was just as its name suggested, a war between magi and their familiars, and war would naturally result in death.

The breaking news on TV made Weber frown. The rain outside kept hitting the window, as if it was the god of death knocking on the window, making him feel uneasy for some reason.

"I understand, Rider. Let's go to the church! But let me make it clear in advance, we're only going to confirm Assassin's intelligence, not to declare war on the church!"

The words that sounded like instructions made Iskandar's mouth grin wildly again. As he stood up, he kept patting Weber's thin shoulders with his hands.

"Very good, boy. This is how you're considered my Master!"

"Wait, wait! Not here, the house will be blown away!"