Type-Moon's Problem Child from Collapse

So today he decided to go out and clear his head. Lancer still dutifully guarded his side, while his fiancée clung to Lancer as persistently as ever.

In the eyes of passersby, the two of them probably looked like a couple.

Kaineth looked at Lancer's composed gaze, then thought of Lancer's deeds in history, and his heart grew even more troubled.

He wasn't a fool. From birth, he'd been hailed as a prodigy, and he hadn't wasted that talent—with just a bit of effort, he could accomplish what took others years.

Though he'd been called a child prodigy and never faced a single setback, he hadn't lost his humanity like other Magi. But his pride made it impossible for him to care for others the way an ordinary person would.

Take that certain "prince consort," for example. If that treasonous declaration hadn't come through his hands, that man's fate would've been no different from Copernicus's—no, perhaps even worse.

That was a bit of a digression. In short, he wasn't an idiot. He'd just been blinded by love. But people always come to their senses eventually. Yesterday, when Lancer was suddenly defeated, he'd used one of his Command Spells to save him.

Maybe from that moment on, the halo of genius began to crack. Kaineth started taking things seriously—everything.

Right now, for instance, Kaineth was thinking about Sola's recent behavior, and he reluctantly admitted that she'd been acting like a shameless slut!

After sorting through this realization, Kaineth found that while there was some disappointment in his heart, there was more of a sense of relief—like he'd finally set down a heavy burden.

Ha! Let's just say he'd been blind before.

What good were women? Women only hindered his drive to reach the Root. Kaineth decided to dedicate all his energy to magecraft!

Once he'd fully thought it through, Kaineth felt that the Grand title, which had eluded him for so long, was suddenly closer.

"Heh!" Kaineth let out a few cold laughs, unsure himself what he was mocking.

"Master, what's wrong!" Diarmuid didn't know what had happened, but hearing the odd tone in Kaineth's voice, he quickly stepped in front of him, even though Lancer knew combat wasn't allowed during the day.

A long moment passed. Nothing happened—no other Heroic Spirit attacks, just the startled looks from passersby who'd caught Diarmuid's words.

"What are you doing, Kaineth!" Sola snapped back to reality, glaring at Diarmuid as he moved in front of her, scolding him with displeasure.

"What are you dissatisfied with? Lancer's attitude?" Kaineth heard her words and finally understood everything. The last shred of self-deception in his heart vanished completely.

Sola was born into a famous Magus family. How could she possibly be unable to resist Lancer's curse? Kaineth closed his eyes, thinking of everything he'd given her. Without him, there was no way someone of Sola's status could act so arrogantly in the Clock Tower.

Kaineth also knew that Lancer wasn't that kind of person in history. Yet he'd blamed all the mistakes on him, completely ignoring Sola's actions.

In other words, in this love, he'd been the one giving everything, foolishly believing she felt the same.

"Let's go back, Lancer. I'm tired." Kaineth suddenly opened his eyes, ignoring Sola's stunned expression, and gave the order.

"Kaineth! Can't you go back on your own?" Sola stepped forward, trying to grab Diarmuid's arm, glaring angrily at Kaineth.

Kaineth watched Lancer dodge swiftly, then looked at Sola throwing a tantrum at him. He didn't answer, simply turned and walked toward the hotel, completely ignoring Sola behind him.

Diarmuid followed in silence. As a Heroic Spirit, his only wish upon descending was to serve his Monarch faithfully, even at the cost of his life.

And now, his intuition told him that wish might finally come true.

"Little Master, what do you say we go rob him?" Rider, out for a stroll, suddenly slapped Waver on the back just as he was about to hide, pointing excitedly at Kaineth entering the hotel.

"Are you insane? That's my professor!" Waver rubbed his sore shoulder, grimacing as he whispered to Rider.

Sure, Kaineth had harshly dismissed his research back at the Clock Tower, but hadn't he also stolen the Holy Relic Kaineth had prepared for so long? So Waver had long since let go of that grudge.

Besides, his goal in joining the Holy Grail War was to prove to that arrogant Lemon Head that he was right—not to fight to the death.

"Hahaha, wouldn't that be even more interesting?" Rider laughed heartily. The very thought of it was thrilling.

"No!" Waver's fur stood on end. What if robbing Lemon Head meant he couldn't graduate for years just because he stepped into the classroom with his left foot first?

"Hey, Lancer, interested in joining my side?" The King of Conquerors, seeing his little Master's firm refusal, dropped the idea of robbing Kaineth and instead greeted Lancer, who had spotted them from behind Kaineth.

'No way!' Waver stiffly turned his head, only to see Lancer standing alert at the hotel entrance. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, isn't that Lemon Head's fiancée?" Waver, now relaxed, suddenly noticed the woman clinging to Lancer seemed to be his professor's wife. He felt like he'd stumbled onto a huge secret.

He knew Sola—after all, "Arrogant Sola" was no secret in the Clock Tower. The main reason Waver remembered her was that she was the only one who could make that arrogant Lemon Head cave.

Rider rubbed his chin, uncertain. "Is this... cheating?"

"Looks like it." Waver nodded reluctantly. He never imagined Lemon Head had been cuckolded.

Then it hit him—if he'd discovered this, he might be in trouble. With Lemon Head's henpecked nature and Sola whispering in his ear, his future grades might be stuck at 59 forever.

'No, I need to find a way to let Lemon Head know.' He couldn't let something this ridiculous ruin his future!

"Is there anything you want to buy, Sakura?" Kariya Matou walked down the street, holding Sakura's hand. The noisy surroundings made him uncomfortable, but seeing the faint anticipation in her eyes, the discomfort quickly faded.

Kariya was now completely shrouded in a large cloak. If anyone looked closely, they'd only see a face hidden in shadow. In his current state, someone might've called the cops the moment he stepped outside.

Sakura didn't answer right away. She just looked around timidly at the moving people and the countless shops, silently taking in all the bustle, as if she were part of it.

Kariya seemed to notice her little thoughts. He stood there quietly, waiting for her response.

"Lord Aosuth, what do you think of that little girl?" Ryunosuke Uryu, lurking in the shadows, had also noticed the oddly dressed pair. After observing for a while, he spoke excitedly to Caster, who was also hidden under a large cloak.

"A strange scent. But since she has magical power, I think Lord God will be pleased." Aosuth observed the two as well, but his poor magecraft skills only let him detect their magical energy—nothing more than what the magic novice Ryunosuke had noticed.

"Then let's move when there are fewer people. I can hardly wait!" Ryunosuke had already planned what would happen next. Suppressing his excitement, he silently waited for the right moment.

Because a strange element had mixed into this Holy Grail War, and one Seiba was missing, Caster proceeded according to normal circumstances.

Since Kariya Matou wanted to conceal his condition, he wore a large cloak, which also hid his Command Spells. Without the visual cue of the Command Spells, Caster didn't realize he was a Master either.

Chapter 18: Reconnaissance? Two People! Dessert Shop? Kitchen Knife!

Fu Yuan curled himself into a tiny ball, tightly covering his ears, hoping the thunder outside would disappear quickly.

"Dad, Mom, A Yuan misses you so much."

Memories of Floating Cloud Temple gradually flashed through his mind. The light in his eyes slowly faded, but instead of becoming lifeless, his surroundings began to exude an aura of 'nothingness.' He started to feel somewhat out of place with the world.

"Bang!"

"Don't scream!" Su Mei, drenched from the rain, forcefully pushed open the door. To prevent her Junior Disciple Brother from yelling, she spoke quickly.

Fu Yuan looked woodenly toward the door. The process of transforming into 'nothingness' suddenly halted. Staring at his Senior Sister who had burst in, he was stunned for a long moment before calling out in confusion.

"...Senior Sister? Senior Sister?"

Su Mei walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Feeling the rainwater still dripping from her clothes, she disdainfully tossed them aside, using her Honkai energy to dry herself and her undergarments.

Without answering the now-dazed Fu Yuan, she slipped into the bed, naturally pulled him into her arms, and even tightened the blanket.

"Senior Sister?!" Fu Yuan clearly hadn't expected this. The stigma on his body split back into its original three parts, and he returned to his usual dazed state.

"Dry all my other clothes for me tomorrow." Su Mei felt the trembling of the little one in her arms, pressed her chin against his head, and suddenly spoke.

Honkai energy could do anything, but only if you had extremely precise control. In truth, with her control ability, even drying undergarments was a struggle—drying clothes wasn't simply a matter of controlling temperature.

But there was no other choice. She couldn't just take off her undergarments too. Feeling the slightly worn fabric, Su Mei wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Oh, oh." Fu Yuan nodded blankly. Faced with this situation, he was clearly nervous and didn't know what to say.

Su Mei temporarily suppressed the discomfort in her heart, pulled the little one in her arms even tighter until their bodies were completely pressed together. Feeling the still-trembling body in her embrace, she spoke very gently.

"It's okay, it's okay! Senior Sister is here."

The aura of 'nothingness' suddenly dissipated. Fu Yuan's eyes grew a little moist. He wanted to cry, but this time, A Yuan wasn't afraid.

Fu Yuan then hugged his Senior Sister tightly, held back the tears threatening to fall, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face as he said very seriously.

"Mm, Senior Sister is here. A Yuan isn't afraid."

Maybe it was just his imagination, but Fu Yuan felt that the thunder outside wasn't as scary anymore. It seemed to slowly fade away, and the subsequent thunder no longer felt directed at him.

In a strange dimensional space, on a great tree bearing countless worlds, a few withered leaves occasionally fell into the sea below.

The most eye-catching was one of the largest leaves on the entire tree, covered in lightning.

After a long while, a voice devoid of emotion rang out, filled with a judgmental tone that permeated the entire space, as if it were everywhere.

"Rootless duckweed, get lost!"

With the fall of this voice, the lightning on that leaf gradually disappeared. Then the sea below stirred up a wave, as if it had swallowed something.

"Father, I want to bring Kallen back." Kirei Kotomine pushed open the church door and stated the result of his long deliberation. This idea was, after all, a possibility worth trying.

"You've decided to... what did you say!"

"Bring Kallen back? Good! Good! I'll contact the church headquarters right away." The old priest was so excited his words came out slurred, but he was very happy now.

This was the happiest he'd been in years. When people got old, they always missed their children. But his son was very smart and had his own ideas, so he didn't want to burden him. That was why he had never brought up bringing Kallen back.

Besides, was the church headquarters a place for people to live? No disrespect to the church meant... well, he just felt it wasn't a suitable place to raise a child.

"Uh, shouldn't we wait until the Holy Grail War is over?" Kirei Kotomine watched his father's loss of composure, feeling a bit confused inside. Still, seeing his father's reaction gave him a little more confidence in what Saber had said.

"I'm here. Who can hurt Kallen!" Risei Kotomine suddenly straightened his expression upon hearing this, looking quite serious. Then he pounded his chest like a child, ruining the previous effect.

"...Understood, Father." Kirei Kotomine didn't try to stop him. On the contrary, he was looking forward to what surprises Kallen, whom he hadn't seen in nearly six years, would bring him.

"Who goes there... King?" Tokiomi Tohsaka was diligently working on his family's long-term project when he saw a domineering woman enter the basement—domineering in every sense of the word.

What truly terrified him was that the alert magic he had painstakingly set up gave no warning at all.

A high-quality gem in his hand instantly shattered, its magic coalescing in his palm. Then he froze in place, not attacking. The reason? His Command Spells were sending him a signal?

"Tohsaka, were you about to make a move on me?" Gilgamesh felt the flow of magic in the air and revealed a very dangerous smile.

"I wouldn't dare!" Tokiomi Tohsaka immediately lowered his head upon hearing this. Command Spells couldn't lie. The domineering woman before him was clearly Archer, who had gone out this morning.

As for why he had become a woman, he didn't care. As long as his strength hadn't dropped and it didn't affect his plans, that was fine.

"How boring!" Gilgamesh looked at Tokiomi Tohsaka, whose attitude had instantly become extremely respectful, and felt a bit disappointed. But until he found a suitable replacement, he'd let this fellow bounce around for a few more days.

As usual, he sat directly in the spot reserved for him in the basement, leaned back in the chair, and began to think about how to devour Saber.

Especially thinking about how this trip had not only failed to achieve his goal but had also gotten him caught up in it. How amusing! The corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up. This performance was getting more and more interesting.

Fu Yuan silently rubbed his lips. He hadn't felt anything right after it ended, but now they were a little swollen, and a wave of grievance suddenly welled up again.

Irisviel naturally noticed A Yuan rubbing his lips. She understood this situation well—back when she was first married, she'd often been in the same state.

But this situation was clearly different from hers! And the most absurd part was that, no matter how you looked at it, A Yuan seemed to be the one getting the advantage.

Illya watched this scene, a little frightened inside. 'So filling your stomach like this makes your lips hurt a lot? That's scary! Illya will definitely eat properly from now on.'

'Senior Sister?'

'Senior Sister?'

'Senior Sister?'

After calling out several times with no response, Fu Yuan finally realized the fact that Su Mei was angry. But right now, on the main street, he still had to stay alert for those scoundrels with no martial virtue—this was hardly a good time to apologize!

'Sigh, I'll deal with it tonight.' Fu Yuan ultimately decided to put this off until evening, except the apology time might have to stretch from one hour to two.

"Mm~ troublesome!" After fully acknowledging reality, Fu Yuan's entire little face was covered in gloom. He really should have checked the almanac before going out today!

Irisviel fell silent again. She truly didn't know how to broach this topic. 'Ah! Troublesome!'

"Eh! Is that Dad?" Illya suddenly spoke up, breaking the strange atmosphere.

Fu Yuan watched the two people entering the dessert shop, his little mouth falling open as he momentarily forgot his own problems. Was he a prophet?

Irisviel's expression suddenly darkened, and she clenched her fists. Then she strode straight toward the dessert shop ahead, muttering some strange words under her breath.

"Gathering intel, dessert shop, two people... hatchet..."

When Fu Yuan heard that peculiar word, he completely forgot his earlier displeasure and stared in shock at Irisviel, who had already entered her zone.

In his heart, he silently lit three incense sticks for Kiritsugu. 'Master, take care! I'll look after Irisviel... and Illya.'

"Is that Sister Maiya next to Dad?" Little Illya still didn't know how to read the room; instead, she noticed something else she'd missed before.

Fu Yuan: 'Tsk! This is what they call a biological daughter!'

'Eh, wait, Sister Maiya?'