Type-Moon's Problem Child from Collapse

But for now, she needed to find a way to brush off the old geezer in front of her, and conveniently, she had one.

"What, you think the Einzbern Family's research is slower than ours? And they've already been at it for who knows how long." Touko said the words he couldn't refuse.

After all, once they were caught, with a Magus's methods, information wasn't something tight lips could protect.

And she could request to handle this herself—the old geezer could deal with that Einzbern thing, while she took charge of the little fellow.

Then it'd be whips, candles, wire brushes!

Anyway, with the old geezer's magical techniques, he'd definitely get a confession out of them. She wouldn't have to worry about that at all—she could just have her fun!

A girl in the bloom of youth, dabbling in some unsavory things, perhaps Touko thought everyone had Stockholm Syndrome.

Seemed like anyone who liked reading those weird novels had that kind of mindset.

"Hmm, fair enough."

Old Man Aozaki thought it over and figured Touko had a point. So let's do it!

The world of Magi was always so simple and unadorned!

Chapter 29: Kiritsugu Emiya: Maiya, It's Not What You Think!

The moment his deliberation ended, magical power burst forth instantly, but Touko's Mystic Eyes were faster. Though not yet at their later level, she could still amplify them several times over using some Lenses.

Light woven from magical energy enveloped Fu Yuan in an instant, but to Fu Yuan, it felt... a bit heavy?

The most useless Mystic Eyes, living up to their reputation!

'See that? That's other women for you—either after your body or after something else.' Su Mei suddenly spoke up at the sight, as if this whole mess had nothing to do with her.

But even without Senior Sister's push, those two would've done it anyway. No helping it—wealth stirred the heart.

Fu Yuan felt the nearly negligible gravity pressing on his body and tilted his head. As long as Senior Sister was happy.

As for anyone else, he couldn't care less if they lived or died!

He tilted his head to dodge Old Man Aozaki's magic trajectory, then—

Divine Grace Barrier.

The originally devastating magic was instantly weakened by several ranks. The remaining magical power in the air began to dissipate, followed by what was inside their bodies and their magical tools.

Fu Yuan watched their stunned expressions and suddenly laughed. The power of a god—how could mere mortals comprehend it?

But since they'd dared to offend a god, there had to be punishment, right?

He shot forward, and with a single Inch Punch, the wind rippled in waves from his fist, striking Old Man Aozaki's face first.

[Demonic Possession] Forgot all skills. Well, that was interesting. This Spirit Core was truly useless. Inch Punch probably didn't show up because the Core was too weak.

Inch Punch: Skull Splitter.

Old Man Aozaki felt his body go hollow, sensed the wind from the incoming fist.

Though flustered, he still dodged sideways on instinct.

And hit the bullseye. As if—let you dodge, and I'd still have face?

Fu Yuan's full force landed squarely. With A-rank Monstrous Strength and A-rank Inch Punch, Old Man Aozaki's face caved in instantly.

But he didn't die—just flew backward, faster than Fu Yuan could run.

Yeah! Nothing beat the thrill of fist meeting flesh, especially when the other side couldn't fight back.

Then Fu Yuan turned his less-than-friendly gaze to the frozen Touko, sweeping a look over the Puppets closing in around him.

And punched straight forward. Touko seemed petrified, not even dodging.

Boom!

Her little head burst like a split watermelon, scattering everywhere, while the Chain dutifully blocked it all for Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan tilted his head. That easy?

Then, as if something suddenly clicked, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

So she already had this trick back then, huh! What a masterful Puppet technique!

As expected of the Crimson of Pain.

Where was she hiding? Hard to find!

Well then, A Yuan won't bother looking!

Just carpet-bomb the whole area!

"Big Sister, make sure you survive!"

With those words, the sky turned gold. Layer upon layer of golden ripples, Spears of Constraint filling the heavens.

Aiming? No need.

Just bombard!

As Fu Yuan's slender fingers lightly curled, the Chain behind him obediently shielded the two white-haired ones behind him—plus him, making three.

This is—Conviction.

At that moment in Fuyuki, Kiritsugu was brewing coffee in the living room when his entire body suddenly went limp. All his magical energy was drained in an instant, and his hand holding the coffee cup reflexively let go.

Smack!

"Kiritsugu, what's..." Hearing the noise, Maiya rushed over quickly. She saw Kiritsugu trembling as he leaned against the wall, and her worried words came to an abrupt halt. And that on his pants—that's coffee, right! It has to be! It's not something else, right! Definitely not!

She silently closed the door, then blocked Kariya Matou, who was approaching from the other side.

"What's wrong?" Kariya asked with some confusion. After all, they were friends—it was normal to show concern. Besides, if something happened to them, what would become of his revenge?

"Nothing. Really, nothing. Don't ask anymore. You should go check on the child!" Maiya's tone was flustered. This can't be said. This is social death!

Then Maiya silently resolved in her mind: I'll have to be careful tonight. Mrs. shouldn't be back until noon, so... goji berries, leeks, and sea cucumber it is!

"No, listen to me! Maiya."

Kiritsugu watched helplessly as Maiya silently closed the door. He gradually turned to stone, a hint of despair in his heart.

Saber!

"A Heroic Spirit!" Old Man Aozaki, covered in blood, slowly climbed to his feet. He was shocked, confused.

"Oh, you're still alive."

To be fair, being able to withstand an attack like that and survive—this old bastard had some skill!

Old Man Aozaki truly hadn't expected him to be a Heroic Spirit. As one of the heads of the greatest magical families, Old Man Aozaki knew far more than those Clock Tower fools.

During the Holy Grail War, a Heroic Spirit's movements might be uncertain, but a Master absolutely couldn't leave the designated area. And while Kanbuchi City was right next to Fuyuki City, it was definitely outside that range.

That was exactly why he'd planned to rob them blind, even knowing they were participating in the Holy Grail War.

It was also why he'd chosen this location for the deal. But now—this boy was a Heroic Spirit.

That meant the Magus Killer, Kiritsugu Emiya, the man everyone feared, had sent out his greatest asset.

Was he insane! Did he really expect other Masters to follow the rules! Did he think daytime battles were forbidden!

And more importantly—what the hell was this thing! Unlike that old worm from the Matou Family, who could only handle third-rate Heroic Spirits, Old Man Aozaki was the current head of one of the most powerful magical families. Even against a first-rate Heroic Spirit, he could hold his own for a while.

But this guy wasn't playing fair!

On one side, a Sixth-Rank Mage and a Sixth-Rank Support. On the other, an Eighteenth-Rank with Six Divine Items, with an ultimate that silenced everyone. How were they supposed to fight that!

"Cough, cough!" From a pile of rubble, a dust-covered Touko crawled out, staring warily at that lecherous little fellow.

Then her mind began to wander. He's not a minor, right? That means... legal!

At that thought, her gaze inexplicably grew heated again.

'Hit harder!' Su Mei noticed but didn't care. What form is this? She suddenly spoke coldly.

Fu Yuan tilted his head, as if silently agreeing, then looked at the two across from him.

But since they weren't dead yet, he might as well keep fighting. Fu Yuan thought with some amusement.

"Your Excellency, we surrender..." Before he could finish his sentence, the old man was sent flying again.

Then, under Touko's terrified gaze, Fu Yuan charged at her.

Fu Yuan seemed to think of something. His fist, originally aimed at her head, shifted into a leg sweep aimed at her abdomen.

Even though the force had been greatly reduced, Touko was still sent tumbling.

'It hurts!' A bloody trail was left behind as her back scraped against the rubble. The broken limbs of the puppets she'd been cursing as useless actually cushioned some of the impact.

But the moment she stopped, she felt a weight press down on her—sitting on her chest.

Fu Yuan sat calmly on her chest, one leg crossed, the other dangling casually.

He idly stroked her face, feeling the anger of his Senior Sister within him, and suddenly broke into a calm smile.

"So why do something so stupid, Big Sister?" Fu Yuan spoke with an unreadable emotion, then silently waited for the old bastard's reaction.

At the same time, he canceled the Divine Grace Barrier. After all, if the man died, the deal couldn't go through.

Miss Touko felt the searing pain on her back and stared fearfully at the boy sitting on her.

Damn it! I've got trauma!

She felt like she'd never love again.

Old Man Aozaki felt the magical energy gradually flowing back into the air. He quickly healed his body, then looked at Fu Yuan. His eyes flickered twice, but in the end, he didn't dare make a move.

"Your Excellency, we surrender. Could you please get up first?" Old Man Aozaki looked at Touko, who was already wearing a mask of pain, and finally spoke with a twisted expression.

"Then settle the bill! My appearance fee!" Fu Yuan said with a grin, then floated directly into the air.

Come on! A Herrscher that can't fly—how can you call yourself a Herrscher!

"What does Your Excellency want?" Old Man Aozaki looked at Fu Yuan, who still had plenty of strength left. He was reluctant, but helpless.

'Sigh. I can only hope he doesn't know about the law.'

Touko quickly stood up, feeling the pain in her back, and somewhat reluctantly moved to stand beside the old man, waiting for his treatment.

"Fire, earth, water, and Imaginary Number-type magecraft tomes—that's not too much, is it?" Fu Yuan said with a calm expression, delivering words that should have sounded playful. Though the condition was somewhat exorbitant, the other party could accept it.

Su Mei furrowed her brow, her expression turning grim. No method, troublesome—still no excuse found! What kind of reason does it take to make a person want to live!

"Your Excellency is going too far!" Water, wind, earth, fire—the four fundamental attributes of magecraft—Fu Yuan had demanded three-quarters of them with a single request, and thrown in the exceedingly rare Imaginary Number attribute on top.

Magecraft tomes were different from ordinary books. In most cases, the original possessed a mysterious, intangible quality, and transcribed copies sometimes couldn't even record the content completely. Even if forcibly written down, they would vanish for various reasons.

In other words, in the Magecraft World, copying books was a very troublesome affair.

Although the Aozaki Family primarily studied the Law and wind, their involvement with the other attributes was also considerable.

A massive loss. Truly a massive loss.

"Then add one Law?" Fu Yuan looked somewhat amused at Old Man Aozaki, who was still haggling. He didn't mind revealing what the Aozaki Family was researching.

Old Man Aozaki's pupils sharply contracted. He stared at him in shock, but quickly composed himself, putting on a self-deprecating tone as he spoke.

"Your Excellency jests. How could our family possibly be qualified to research a Law."

Fu Yuan didn't want to drag this out any further, so he went along with the old man's words.

"Then, the treatment fee?"

"We accept Your Excellency's conditions. However, we ask that Your Excellency refrain from spreading rumors."

Old Man Aozaki said with a bitter smile. What else could he do? The current head of the family and the chosen heir were both right here—there was simply no room for choice.

"Mm, sign the contract."

Fu Yuan yawned, covering his mouth with his hand, looking somewhat bored.

A brief explanation.

Modern magecraft is the residue left behind after the Age of Gods ended and all the Aether particles dispersed. To put it bluntly, it's about using the magecraft particles in the air, channeled through one's own Magic Circuits, to manifest spells.