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

The sunflower-like staff kept turning its head, even becoming faster and faster when the sparks from the collision obscured its vision, as if it was constantly accumulating proficiency. At this moment, looking at the Caster who was attacking him, Gilgamesh felt a little strange.

The Golden King frowned slightly but did not make any move other than increasing the speed of throwing his treasure. He allowed himself to be too concerned about the mouse in front of him at this moment. It was not because the other party's awareness was unworthy, but because in this world, apart from his best friend, even the gods of Mesopotamia in the past were not qualified to make him truly want to fight. This was his bottom line as a king and a pride that was absolutely not to be touched.

"It's just a runaway mouse, don't get too carried away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light that seemed to have been brewing for a very long time suddenly lit up the entire night sky. A sun that was completely different from the previous one appeared on the hills outside the suburbs of Fuyuki City, echoing with the moon in the distance.

The strong light at such a close distance made Gilgamesh lose his sight in an instant. Even though he got rid of the blindness through some special means, there was a hint of anger in his eyes when he regained his sight. The inexplicable blindness actually made him feel a little fear in his heart, and the emergence of such emotions made him a little angry.

But immediately, he saw something spinning so rapidly that it produced a dazzling brilliance. It had already arrived in front of him. Along with it came the pale mask that had been hidden under the yellow robe...

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 17: The process is all right, but the answers are all wrong?

The tattered cloak, the pale mask, the ability to conceal the body... At this moment, the dark yellow figure reflected in the red eyes is so clear, and the constantly rotating sunflowers are like the scythe of the god of death approaching his neck step by step.

Even though Gilgamesh was knowledgeable and experienced, he couldn't help but wonder if the guy in front of him was really Caster when he saw the face under the cloak. Did this Holy Grail War summon two Assassins?

Time was moving very slowly at this moment. Gilgamesh was thinking about whether he should use the power of the omniscient and omnipotent star to find out the truth about the person in front of him.

but......

What a joke!

He was actually forced to use the Star of Omniscience and Omnipotence by a guy who had only known how to run away from the very beginning, emitting a disgusting stench like a rat crossing the street?

Facing the pale mask, Gilgamesh had a hint of imperceptible fear in his eyes. The mask that seemed to be mourning turned into a smiling face in an instant, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, as if countless different faces and different facial shapes appeared in his eyes the moment his eyes fell on the pale mask.

Is this guy really Caster?

It's not that he couldn't know, but his arrogance didn't allow him to take it seriously. Taking a mouse like this seriously, a mouse he had suppressed from the very beginning, what difference would that make him admitting he couldn't beat this mouse?!

"You bastard!"

A flash of fire suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the sunflower saw that was spinning at full speed was easily knocked away. The light that once illuminated the sky like daylight also began to dim gradually after the sunflower left his hand.

Looking at the axe that appeared in the angry Golden King's hand after knocking his weapon away, Duanmu Ye was pushed back several meters by the air wave generated by the axe with almost full force, until he was completely unable to get close to him and pose any threat to him again.

Duanmu Ye was not unfamiliar with the axe that appeared in Gilgamesh's hand at this moment. It was the axe forged by the gods, the axe that chopped off the heads of the mythical beasts in the epic, and the axe that symbolized the royal power held by Gilgamesh.

There are also gaps between Heroic Spirits and Servants, just like some people can get full treasures in ten consecutive draws, but some people have to rely on the guaranteed 300 draws. At this moment, Duanmu Ye clearly understands that the gap between himself and Gilgamesh is to the extent that even a close attack will be of no use.

"Why, I didn't chop off your head, so you're angry already?"

As the sunflower that was knocked away and stuck on the roof not far away began to turn into golden light and dissipated, Duanmu Ye joked as he put his exposed hands back under his yellow clothes.

In all battles, maintaining rationality is often the only way to victory. Whoever loses rationality first and falls into desperate anger is often doomed to failure.

Although this battle had far exceeded his original idea of ​​watching a show to help Van Gogh complete his painting, the stench of burnt protein and the pungent smell of carbonized trees and flowers all highlighted the devastation around him. There was no doubt that those who were paying attention to every move in Fuyuki City had already noticed everything that happened here. At this moment, Duanmu Ye was a little curious about how tomorrow's news would explain the incident of half of the hill being blown away.

He didn't want to fight anymore. The failure in close combat had already meant that this encounter was doomed to be fruitless.

No, perhaps there is a result, that is, when Gilgamesh discovered that his cloak could only defend against B-rank Noble Phantasms, he was brutally killed by a Noble Phantasm above B-rank on the first night of the Holy Grail War.

However, he wanted to survive, no matter how twisted or crazy the means were. With this idea in mind, he was destined not to continue to tangle with the biggest threat to the Holy Grail War.

As he finished speaking, the Golden King, who was still standing on the street lamp that was somehow intact, laughed out loud.

"Interesting, really interesting. You're the first one who made me take out this axe. Although you still smell as bad as before, I have to admit that your disguise is pretty good!"

Duanmu Ye:?

Disguise? What disguise? Isn't his true form now completely exposed?

"You, weren't a Servant summoned in a normal way? To be more precise, you possess many powers similar to those of a god. It's like dough that was casually yet deliberately kneaded together by a god with a very bad personality. You appear to be very powerful, but the appearance you present is so distorted, abstract, and disgusting..."

In our country, this second-year syndrome won’t turn into the star of omniscience and omnipotence, right?

The arrogance on the face of the Golden King did not disappear, but at this moment he was more speculative and analyzing the inner thoughts of the person in front of him, just like a child tearing off the outer coating of a candy in his hand, enjoying the pleasure of exploring the unknown mystery.

"Whether it's the sunflower staff in your hand that can simultaneously function as a gun, an axe, and a saw, or your wind-protected cloak, or even your ever-changing mask, they all come from the power of different gods. Your ever-increasing proficiency in combat is proof that you're gradually integrating and adapting with those powers.

You, aren't you just some scrap fabricated by those gods who panicked and lost their way at the end of the Age of Gods? "

"..."

On a face that Gilgamesh couldn't see, Duanmu Ye rolled his eyes at the oldest heroic king of mankind.

Just now, Duanmu Ye, who had been showing himself as Caster, thought that his identity as an Adventer had been discovered by Gilgamesh, and he had already prepared a way to escape by using the Command Spell to reversely summon himself back to the room where Van Gogh was.

But he really didn't expect that Gilgamesh could get all the answers wrong even though the whole process was correct...

This guy's IQ during his middle school years is a bit worrying...

"but!"

The smile that was originally full of enjoyment was lowered in an instant. Although he hated boredom and there was no servant ritual worth competing with was not enough to arouse his interest, at this moment, the guy in front of him did arouse a bit of curiosity in him, wondering what he looked like in his "previous life".

But he would not tolerate the other party crossing the red line between the people and the king, and exceeding the red line of status gap. The gaze that seemed like that of the sun god just now forced him to lose his sight for a short time, and the ever-changing pale mask even made him feel a fear that he had not felt for a long time.

In his raised hand, he tightly grasped the axe that symbolized royal power, but the Golden King merely raised it above his head without any sign of activating it.

Just as Duanmu Ye was feeling surprised, a huge halo once again illuminated the sky above Dongmu, and the huge double-edged broadsword that emerged from it emitted an emerald green light.

"Don't think you can escape as easily as before just because you angered me!"

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 18: Are there any cake makers?

Is this guy crazy?!

Whether it was Duanmu Ye who faced Gilgamesh and witnessed the giant emerald green sword slowly emerging, or others who watched the wildfire in the suburbs, everyone who knew what was happening had only this one thought.

At this moment, in the Tohsaka mansion, which was several hills away from the location of the wildfire, Tohsaka Tokitoki's expression was not good.

On his right hand, which was constantly raised and lowered, the three crimson command seals lit up again and again, but he never actually used them on the king behind it.

There was no doubt that the King of Heroes was furious at this moment. Although Tōsaka Tokitoki didn't know what exactly had happened, perhaps it was because he was facing the King of Conquerors who had actually killed Assassin, so he performed such a "miracle" at this moment.

However, the wildfire that had caused many houses that had been dark to light up again had caused a situation that far exceeded the scope of the matter. Perhaps it had caused the people of Fuyuki, who had witnessed the "sun" flashing several times in the suburbs, to wonder if this was an invasion from some kind of alien intelligent life form. Was there a giant of light here to protect them?

Thinking of this, Tohsaka Tokitoki shook his head slightly. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel fortunate that the battle did not take place in his own mansion, otherwise the damage caused might not be enough to lay enough wealth for his daughter to learn gem magic in the future.

As for how to explain such a commotion to the public, that was not a problem he needed to consider. Since Kotomine Kirei had lost his Servant, the plan to continue the alliance with him had become invalid. In the next few days, he would look for a suitable ally again, and it was reasonable to abandon Kotomine Kirei as a pawn.

Kenneth, who had also long ago deployed alchemical familiars for surveillance near the Tōsaka residence and the Cathedral Church, slowly opened his eyes as he watched the miniature familiars made of alchemy being destroyed one by one by the aftermath of the intertwined magic power.

The eyes placed on the table projected a complex and blurry image. The video, which was composed of the images transmitted by the familiars that were lost one after another just before they were destroyed, was sorted and played at this moment.

"Is this the Holy Grail War? I never imagined a small ritual performed in a remote village on a remote island could be so powerful."

"And that yellow-clad Caster. Facing such a terrifying attack, he was surprisingly able to handle it with incredible ease, and even now remains unscathed..."

In the room of the Fuyuki Hotel, Kenneth witnessed the two figures presented in the intermittent images. His interest in them far exceeded that of Assassin, who had been truly eliminated by Rider.

As the head of the Archibald family, a talented magician with outstanding achievements, he serves as a first-level lecturer in the Advent Department in the Clock Tower that commands magicians from all over the world. While being proficient in Advent Magic, Alchemy Magic, and Summoning Magic, he is also in charge of and manages the Minerals Department. He originally looked down on the small ceremony held in this remote place, which is called "Fight for the Universal Wishing Machine, and the Path to the Root is Not a Dream."

This time he came here just to spend a honeymoon with his fiancée in this remote place, and to participate in this ceremony, adding a new honor to his family's glorious history.

However, he was suspicious by nature and had already arranged everything in places where he could deploy familiars for surveillance, whether it was the Cathedral Church, the Tōsaka Mansion, the Matou Mansion, or the Einzbern Castle.

Even though he believed that no one in this ceremony had higher attainments in magic than him, or was more outstanding, but as the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. It happened that the holy relic he had carefully prepared was stolen by his own disappointing disciple. He had thought of using the alternative magic sword he got from the archaeology department with which he had some connections to summon Saber, but he never expected that Saber's job had already been taken. Although he was summoning with the magic sword, it was Lancer holding the magic spear who came out.

Even though he encountered numerous problems along the way, he never thought that this small island nation ceremony would cause any trouble. But now it seems that the reality is not what he imagined...

"Caster, who possesses the power of Assassin, and Archer, who can throw countless Noble Phantasms at will..."

Sitting on the sofa and analyzing the images frame by frame, Kenneth frowned, because he was surprised to find that his carefully prepared reconnaissance familiar could only capture a blurry image of Caster, like a yellow mosaic that was almost impossible to distinguish from the golden rain of treasures without careful observation.

"Lancer, what do you think? Assassin is out, and these two Servants are probably the two most threatening in this ceremony. In your opinion, who are these two heroes?"

"My Lord, in my humble opinion, that Archer must have been an outstanding king. Those Noble Phantasms are all magnificent and powerful, and can only be elevated to the level of a king who possessed great wealth or collected great deeds during his lifetime."

The man kneeling on one knee muttered with his head down. The leather armor that looked like a tight-fitting suit outlined his almost perfect body line. On his face, which was so exquisite that it could drive thousands of girls crazy, there was an unignorable teardrop mole.

"A king with vast wealth?... A king with a hobby of collecting shouldn't be difficult to verify." Kenneth held his chin in his hand and pointed at the yellow-clad figure that appeared in the only intact frame. "What about this Caster? He seems to possess some unobservable magecraft, which almost confirms his identity as Caster. And the sunflower staff in his hand seems to point to Van Gogh, who created so many sunflower paintings a hundred years ago?"

After a moment of silence, Lancer Diarmuid's gaze was fixed on the blurry yellow clothes on the screen, and then he lowered his head to Kayneth again.

"First, we should rule out the possibility that he is Van Gogh. Although the sunflower staff in his hand is enough to remind everyone of the most famous Van Gogh, Van Gogh does not possess any of the abilities he displayed. Moreover, Van Gogh, who died only about a hundred years ago, is not capable of fighting against the powerful Archer.

Also, the sun that Caster summoned at one point was actually Mars, so I think he has some of the abilities of the Sun God, or maybe even an incarnation of the Sun God who wields a staff."

"Secondly, he possesses some ability to fly freely in the sky. Combining the above factors, I believe it must be the blessing of a sky god that allows him to fly freely in the sky."

"Finally, there seems to be something terrifying hidden under that tattered yellow coat. Even just a glimpse of that deep darkness in the picture is chilling. I think only death can evoke such profound and unforgettable emotional fluctuations."

"Based on the above, I suspect that Caster possesses the blessings of both the Sun God and the Sky God. Furthermore, there's a legend of him being wrapped in tattered yellow cloth as he walked towards death. Therefore, what we can see beneath that tattered cloak is only a void symbolizing death."

"I'm not very familiar with the myths and legends of other regions, but now that you've mastered these few elements, I'm sure you, my Lord, will quickly identify the right identity. Caster's attempt to hide his true name with this image will also be thwarted. Then, you can unite with the other Servants to restrain and kill him!"

Water, Wind, Flower: A reward is being offered, and the deadline is Sunday at midnight!

Shh, quietly opening a bounty.

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I've been writing for so long and haven't offered a bounty yet, so let me test the waters! I'll add an update for every 200 comments and rants about the plot and settings. Number-boosting and meaningless comments don't count. Anyway, if there's more discussion, I'll add an update! (The author likes it lively; it's scary to be quiet.)

The deadline is Sunday morning. I want to challenge the limit, so this is actually an unlimited reward. (Hehe)

After all, I can't compare to those great writers, so the requirements for additional chapters aren't that high. Maybe there aren't many readers, maybe they're just keeping the book? So I guess you won't see this reward. I guess I'll only have one or two chapters at most, right? (Probably?)

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 19: The steam can no longer move, and the path is becoming moist!

The Verdant Horizon, known as the "Mountain-Severing Sword," is said to be one of the twin swords owned by Zababa, the god of war from Mesopotamian mythology. It is a massive, boneless sword capable of severing even a thousand mountains.

In fact, what it does is not just cutting with the blade, nor is it just opening up with mass, but it relies on the concept of "horizon" contained in this divine sword to truly separate heaven and earth.

At this moment, the appearance of the Mountain-Severing Sword seemed to really mean that Gilgamesh had angered him because of his actions. In the face of such a divine weapon, it would be useless to escape anywhere, because the sword would definitely destroy Fuyuki as well.

Witnessing all this, Duanmu Ye's heart could not calm down for a long time. He seemed to vaguely remember that even if the Holy Grail War had the Holy Church to clean up the mess, the battle should have been carried out in secret.

Had he drawn this sword only to bring about his own death, with no regard for the many eyes watching him from among the winter trees?

"Hmph, it's too late to think about running away now. This is the gap between you and me. As a discarded creature created by God, you are far from qualified to fight against me. Let me personally send you off!"

Gilgamesh's expression was still arrogant, but there was a hint of the loneliness of a king in his eyes.

Perhaps it was because the battle had been going on for such a long time and the opponent was still able to dodge continuously, coupled with the analysis that the opponent might also be a discarded object created by some god, which made him think of some people and things worth remembering.

He had to admit that the twisted Caster in front of him could only dodge continuously, but the moment he was close to him just now still made him feel a little serious.

He would never allow anyone to defile his best friend, even if it was just similar behavior. Therefore, to deal with a divine creation, one should use a divine creation. What does it matter if one can dodge a B-rank treasure or knock down a B-rank treasure? In front of this true divine weapon, all one can do is kneel down and accept his death with an attitude of great gratitude.

Looking at the huge sword body as exaggerated as a mountain slowly emerging, the process was obviously extremely slow, but the only escape route in Duanmu Ye's mind was to use the Command Spell to teleport in the reverse direction.

"Hey, can we reconcile?"

Looking ahead, Duanmu Ye did not make any move when he saw Gilgamesh, who had somehow reached the same level as him with the help of levitation magic.

The Golden King, who was asked this question, burst into laughter. His laughter was so casual, as if he had heard a huge joke, and the laughter echoed throughout the valley.

"It's too late! Wash your neck and then quietly leave!"

"Really... Then I'll be leaving now. I won't bother you anymore!"

The laughter stopped abruptly when a drop of rain touched his face. Although Gilgamesh possessed a golden armor that was perfect for magic, and even some natural things could not stain his body, at this moment, he could indeed feel the touch of raindrops on his face.

He slowly shifted his gaze towards Caster not far away, but found that his vision gradually began to blur. Although there were light sources generated by flames all around him, everything around him kept getting darker, leaving only him and the blurry figure of Caster in front of him.

The mist obscured the surroundings, and the rain soaked his hair and ran down his cheeks. Gilgamesh suddenly raised his head and saw a star above his head that was still shining brightly through the darkness even though his vision was blocked by the mist.

The murmurs coming from my ears seemed to be a collection of countless different voices, from young to old, boys and girls, with different voices, as if they were chanting some spell.

"You... a mere piece of god-made trash, how dare you cast an illusion on this king!"

The Mountain-Slaying Sword suddenly shot out, cutting through everything in front of it, including the blurry yellow figure.

The stars were falling rapidly, the darkness was returning to light, and the Golden King, with extremely strong emotions in his heart, had a gloomy face, because at this moment he found that the Mountain-Slaying Sword that should have been launched was still maintaining the state it had just been in at the beginning.

Illusion, when exactly did it happen?

Gilgamesh's face was a little more solemn. The illusion of the magic suit could be broken, which was beyond his expectation. He couldn't even tell when he fell into the illusion.