Type-Moon's Problem Child from Collapse

"Hmm... even though you say that, Master, I still feel like I did something wrong." After hearing Kiritsugu Emiya's words, Fu Yuan felt quite embarrassed.

"That Master, how about I treat you? I think I'm pretty decent in the medical field."

Kiritsugu Emiya looked at him with slight surprise. For someone summoned under the Saber class to also master another skill was quite unusual.

However, Irisviel had already taken care of the earlier injuries. They were just a bit red and swollen, easily dealt with through magecraft. But seeing the serious expression on Saber's face, for some inexplicable reason, Kiritsugu nodded and agreed. Then his expression stiffened.

'Oh crap, what the hell was I thinking?'

Irisviel, standing nearby, looked at her man with confusion. 'Did I miss something just now?'

The road from the church to Einsbern Castle was desolate, with no one else around, so Fu Yuan began the treatment directly. The Stigma belonging to him started to circulate, and the mana within his body began to mobilize.

Then he gently pulled the clothes off Kiritsugu's shoulder. Looking at Kiritsugu's perfectly normal shoulder, a small question mark slowly emerged above Fu Yuan's little head.

In that instant, Fu Yuan thought of many things. First, given Kiritsugu's personality, he wouldn't do something so pointless. So was it an internal injury? But judging by his earlier actions, an internal injury shouldn't be the case. That meant... he had aggravated an old injury?

That's it! It must be! Fu Yuan felt he had grasped the truth.

Then, with even greater seriousness, he began to gradually activate his ability on Kiritsugu's body, starting to improve his condition.

To be honest, after doing this, he really did find quite a few hidden injuries. Fu Yuan became even more certain of his earlier guess, and with full sincerity, he began to comprehensively repair the hidden damage on Kiritsugu's body.

Kiritsugu had originally wanted to find a topic to ease the earlier awkwardness, but as the treatment began, that thought vanished. It wasn't because the treatment was so effective—it was because the side effects of this treatment were simply too great.

Kiritsugu Emiya forcibly suppressed the urge to cry out, then assessed his body's condition. The effect was unexpectedly good. If he had to describe it in some way, it was probably that he'd be good to go again at night.

Though the language was vulgar, the meaning was sound. Kiritsugu Emiya couldn't precisely sense every hidden injury on his body, but he could definitely feel the change in a few of the more obvious ones.

Irisviel, watching from the side, saw Kiritsugu's somewhat off expression and her face instantly darkened. She knew best what every expression on her man's face meant.

"What are you two doing?" Irisviel asked, her tone eerily calm—so calm it carried no emotion at all, as if she were speaking to two dead people, or perhaps just talking to herself.

"Treating an injury."

Fu Yuan looked at Irisviel with great confusion, not understanding why she had to ask. Wasn't it obvious?

"Kiritsugu!" But Irisviel ignored Fu Yuan, instead turning to glare at Kiritsugu Emiya with a darkened face.

"Ahem! That, Saber, the treatment should be done by now, right?" Kiritsugu suddenly felt a pang of guilt and turned his head away, but then he thought, hey, why should I feel guilty?

"Not yet, Master. It'll take a little longer... ahem, but these sessions can be saved for tomorrow or the day after." Fu Yuan didn't think he was an idiot—at least now he could tell the atmosphere was a bit off.

Then Fu Yuan stopped the circulation of his Stigma and stood naturally behind Kiritsugu Emiya, like a bodyguard, his childish face full of seriousness.

"Good work, Saber." Kiritsugu Emiya sincerely encouraged Fu Yuan, then reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Hmph." Just then, Irisviel let out a cold snort.

Only then did Kiritsugu Emiya notice Fu Yuan's tattered clothes, which revealed patches of fair, tender skin. He awkwardly realized that no matter where he patted, he'd probably be sleeping on the couch! So his hand hung in midair, neither advancing nor retreating.

Fu Yuan looked at his strangely behaving Master with a blank expression, completely confused about the situation.

'Hmph.' A cold snort also echoed in Fu Yuan's mind. Then his clothes began to shift and transform, gradually turning into the Daoist Robe he wore at Floating Cloud Temple. Unlike orthodox Daoist robes in the real world, this one accentuated the figure. To be precise, at Floating Cloud Temple, everyone except the master had a figure that showed well. (Laughs.)

"Eh, was I wandering around in that ragged outfit just now? How embarrassing!" A hint of redness crept onto Fu Yuan's pale little face. For someone who considered himself a good kid, this was simply unimaginable.

'So you didn't even know before?' He silently mocked Fu Yuan in his heart, then patted his shoulder, which at least eased the awkwardness a bit. Probably.

Kiritsugu leaned close to Irisviel's ear and quietly explained what had just happened. Seeing the shock mixed with curiosity in her eyes, his heart settled. The bed was secure.

After that, the three of them didn't cause any more awkward scenes and returned to Einsbern Castle in peace.

The only difference was that the relationship between them seemed to have eased, at least no longer as bizarre as a White Album.

'Junior Brother, is this fun for you?' A crisp voice echoed in his mind, carrying a hint of reproach.

Fu Yuan's body stiffened. Recalling his recent actions, reason told him it was strange, yet it also felt perfectly natural.

But Fu Yuan wasn't an idiot! This contradictory feeling was the biggest abnormality.

'Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I think I'm broken!' The redness on Fu Yuan's face instantly faded to paleness. The scariest part was that he had no idea why he had such contradictory thoughts.

'You're not playing around? Hmm, interesting.' Su Mei had originally thought Fu Yuan was just suddenly messing around, and she had already cursed Otto countless times in her heart. But it seemed this time, it really wasn't that loser's fault.

Just as Fu Yuan was seriously pondering this issue, the Spirit Core on him, which came from who-knows-where, suddenly underwent some changes, and Fu Yuan's connection to this world seemed to deepen a little more.

Stigma (?):

[Fu Yuan · Lawful · Neutral · 158cm]: Barely possesses a portion of the Child of Purity's talent, specifically manifesting as being easier for others to trust, as well as a decent perception ability (Luck A)

[Fu Yuan · Lawful · Neutral · 178cm]: Completely loses all talent of the Child of Purity, while possessing decent combat wisdom and high learning ability (Luck B)

[Fu Yuan · Chaotic · Neutral · 165cm]: Loses all previous talents, gains skills [Demonic Possession] [Divinity], and fully unleashes the ability of [Divine Servant: Restraint] (Luck D)

[Demonic Possession] (A++): Luck attribute drops by two ranks, all other attributes receive a correction. If the rank has not reached A-rank, it will be automatically corrected to A-rank.

[Divinity] (A): Divinity from a strange, otherworldly Root. Mainly manifested as endless energy and corrosion.

'So it's just because the Spirit Core is too poor that the power is split into several parts?' Fu Yuan thought woodenly. 'But why did the personality have to be split too!'

After all, it was still him, but people grow up. Looking at his own childish, foolish actions from an adult perspective—how to put it? Uncomfortable! Depressing!

'So that means I'll get to see Junior Brother's other two forms too!' Su Mei's acceptance was strong, after all, it wasn't her who was unlucky. Plus, she hadn't seen her Junior Brother in this situation for a long time, and she felt a strange sense of nostalgia.

'But this Spirit Core system is quite interesting. I'll have to put more thought into it.' No matter how unreliable Su Mei was, she was once the Peerless Lady with a fearsome reputation in the Jianghu. And this was a matter of life and death for her Junior Brother—how could she not take it seriously?

"Saber, we're here. This is Einzbern Castle." This time, it was Irisviel who spoke to Fu Yuan first, her tone carrying a hint of nervousness, as if she were afraid of having something precious taken away.

Chapter 3: Actually, I'm a Transmigrator

"Master, Master, look, it's snowing!"

"The snow is so heavy! So beautiful!"

"What's there to see in this? Do you know how many people will freeze to death across the land because of this snow?"

"But, but the snow is just so pretty!"

"Hmph, an unteachable child!"

"Junior Disciple Brother, look here!"

Fu Yuan hadn't even turned his head at the sound when he felt a chill on his neck, followed by the cold slowly spreading across his entire upper body.

"Senior Sister!!!"

"So big, so beautiful!"

Fu Yuan cooperatively put on a very shocked expression, though he was indeed somewhat stunned. In the Honkai World, there was no shortage of buildings like this, but it truly lacked this kind of unique beauty. A magnificent and grand castle, covered in pure white snow, felt like a scene from a fairyland.

"Keep your voice down, Saber. Illya is already asleep." Irisviel, who had been about to continue introducing a few more things, suddenly remembered little Illya and deliberately lowered her voice.

"Mm!"

Fu Yuan gently nodded to show he understood.

Whether it was Fu Yuan's imagination or not, he felt that whenever Illya was mentioned, the expression on Kiritsugu beside him seemed to soften a few degrees.

'After all, children are angels!' Su Mei in the Stigmata Space suddenly felt moved as she watched her petite Junior Disciple Brother. 'Except for brats.' Then, as if thinking of something, she quickly added another sentence.

"Saber, don't touch the top two rooms. As for the rest, feel free to look around."

"Uh, of course, try not to make too much noise."

Kiritsugu suddenly spoke up, looking at Fu Yuan who seemed a bit restrained and unsure of what to do.

But seeing Fu Yuan like this, Kiritsugu felt that this Holy Grail War would at least be easier to handle than he had imagined. At the same time, he walked into his own Library, intending to look up some materials to find any history or legends about Fu Yuan.

Although he could also just ask directly, Kiritsugu Emiya trusted himself more. This wasn't distrust, but a habit—or rather, a vigilance—cultivated over many years.

Only Irisviel, full of curiosity, and Fu Yuan, who didn't know what to do, were left behind.

Fu Yuan looked at Irisviel, whose face practically screamed "I'm curious," and asked in a somewhat soft voice: "Um, Irisviel, is there anything you need my help with?"

"Um, Saber, how old are you this year? Ahem, no, I mean, I wanted to ask about your age. Tsk! That doesn't seem right either. Mm, Saber, could you wait a moment? Let me organize my words."

Irisviel, who had been extremely curious, now only felt extremely awkward after asking that question. After all, this kind of question really shouldn't be asked!

'I feel like Irisviel is such an airhead!' Fu Yuan thought unconsciously as he looked at Irisviel, who was currently radiating an aura of foolishness.

"Um, Irisviel, although I look very young, if we calculate my age accurately, I should be over five hundred years old! Probably!"

Fu Yuan's small hands twisted together in hesitation. Speaking of which, how should he calculate his age? Sixteen years on Earth originally, sixteen years at Floating Cloud Temple after transmigrating, then he slept for over five hundred years in a daze, woke up, spent another three years, and then came here. So how old was he supposed to be!

"Over five hundred years old!!! Saber, are you joking?!" Irisviel suddenly shouted loudly, then seemed to remember Illya sleeping upstairs and quickly covered her mouth.

Seeing Irisviel so shocked, Fu Yuan could imagine how she felt. After all, Kiana (K-423) had the same reaction when she first learned his age. Mm, and he himself had the same reaction after recovering his memories. But even so, Fu Yuan still explained.

"To put it in terms you can understand, I slept for about five hundred years, so I don't really know how old I should be considered."

"Then Saber must be very lon... Ah, never mind." Irisviel had originally wanted to comfort Fu Yuan. Five hundred years—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a sea change. That kind of loneliness, though she couldn't experience it herself, she could still imagine it. But just as she was about to speak, she didn't know what to say. Only the wariness in her eyes had completely turned into pity.

Seeing Irisviel's eyes suddenly turn strange, Fu Yuan wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he didn't know how to start.

Irisviel suddenly thought of something very serious. "Oh, right, Saber, I don't think I know your name yet."

"Mm, I didn't say it?" Fu Yuan showed a thoughtful expression, then introduced himself in a very serious tone: "Fu Yuan. Fu of Fu Hua, Yuan of the abyss."

Irisviel blinked. She felt this probably wasn't her fault. Who introduces themselves like that? Fu of Fu Hua? What kind of Fu is that?

"Mm~ Fu of talismans!" Fu Yuan suddenly realized what was wrong with his self-introduction just now and quickly spoke up.

'Fu of Fu Hua...' Su Mei frowned, then, seemingly casually, a very calm voice echoed in Fu Yuan's mind.

'Mm, it was a slip of the tongue!'

'A slip of the tongue? Then why couldn't you say Fu of Su Mei!'

'...' Fu Yuan was silent for a second or two, completely at a loss for how to respond. Finally, he decided to ignore her for now.

"Fu Hua, is she someone very important to Saber?" Irisviel decided to take a roundabout strategy and change the subject first.

"She's my master."

"Then someone Saber remembers so fondly must be a very good person." Irisviel thought she was being clever—first talk about someone close to Saber to ease the tension, then move on to other topics.

"Maybe things would have been better without me." Thinking about the melodramatic events that happened in the Honkai World, Fu Yuan felt that if his master hadn't saved him back then, things might truly have turned out better.

It could only be said that Fu Yuan in his previous life was still just a sixteen-year-old child! Being able to finish watching all of Fate was already quite an achievement. As for a game like Honkai Impact 3rd, he had only heard of it and never really looked into it in detail.

(Heard of it refers to the Divine Land's flat board. That's the reason Fu Yuan has such a high level of Inch Punch.)

But if he had played it, perhaps everything in the Honkai World wouldn't have felt so helpless, and he might have been able to change many things.

'Maybe, but I should be glad you never played it, Junior Brother!' A person's virtue lies in knowing themselves—at least Su Mei had that. If the world she lived in truly appeared as a game in another world, then based on her own image and actions, she definitely wouldn't be a good person.

And back then, her junior brother was that pure. If he had really played the game, the two of them would never have had any deep connection. Thinking about that now, Su Mei simply couldn't imagine it.

At this moment, Irisviel's mentality was about to explode. So she had stepped on a landmine again just now? This conversation couldn't go on. Kiritsugu, come save me! I'm such an idiot, I don't even deserve to chat!

"Sorry, A Yuan... Saber, I brought up your painful memories again." Irisviel said somewhat shamefully. As the young lady of the Einzbern Family, even though she only appeared as a vessel for the Holy Grail, she had still been instilled with plenty of aristocratic education. Even if she hadn't accepted it, she understood basic politeness very well.

"It's fine, Irisviel. After all, there are some things I've come to terms with myself."

"And if you don't mind, Irisviel, just call me A Yuan." As an understanding and good-natured kid, Fu Yuan naturally wouldn't let Irisviel be too embarrassed.

Su Mei had no reaction. After all, in the Honkai World, plenty of people called him that. She was used to it. Yeah, used to it. Then she temporarily shut off her channel for sensing the outside world. Annoyed.

As for Irisviel, she posed absolutely no threat. After all, a married woman was nothing she needed to worry about. She had that much confidence in herself.

'A Yuan really is a good kid!' Irisviel thought to herself, unconsciously thinking of Illya. When Illya grew up, she would surely be such a well-behaved good child too.

But she probably wouldn't live to see it. Irisviel had long accepted her fate. She didn't feel disgusted by it—after all, in these few short years, she had at least experienced love and family.

Looking at the petite figure before her, this Holy Grail War would have to rely on him. Staring at Fu Yuan's delicate little face, a strange thought suddenly popped into Irisviel's mind: if only her own Illya could grow up to be this adorable.

Meanwhile, in the Library, Kiritsugu wore an expression of someone questioning his entire existence. In these short ten-plus minutes, using the Einzbern Family's unique magecraft abilities and puppet maids, he had flipped through—if not all—at least the bulk of the histories and legends. There was absolutely nothing about the name Fu Yuan or any description matching him.

It was as if this existence had never appeared in history at all. But that didn't make sense. Without records, there would be no sublimation of deeds—how could he possibly become a Heroic Spirit? (At this point, Kiritsugu had no knowledge of Counter Guardian agents.)

Now lighting a cigarette, Kiritsugu Emiya couldn't help but sink into thought. He was so deep in contemplation that he didn't even react when the cigarette touched a book, until the book began to emit faint flames.

The maid beside him quickly extinguished the fire and also put out the cigarette in Kiritsugu Emiya's hand. Then a dozen maids stared at him with calm, unblinking eyes. Kiritsugu Emiya stood there awkwardly, glancing at the book he had already half-burned.

Fortunately, the title hadn't been burned off, and it wasn't some rare ancient text. He could easily buy another copy to replace it when he had time, Kiritsugu thought.

"Market Predictions for the Next 10 Years"

He had no idea who bought a book like this. But at that moment, Kiritsugu Emiya stared at the words on the cover and sank into deep thought, lost in something unknown.