Actually, I'm a Transmigrator!

"Um... even if you say that, Master, I still feel like I did something wrong." After hearing Kiritsugu Emiya say that, Fu Yuan felt rather embarrassed.

"Um, Master, would you like me to treat you? I think I'm fairly good at medical care."

Kiritsugu Emiya looked at him in slight surprise. Even after being summoned as a Saber, he had mastered another skill. That was quite unusual.

However, Irisviel had already treated his previous injuries. They were only a little red and swollen, easily dealt with through magecraft. But seeing Saber's earnest expression, Kiritsugu nodded as if possessed. Then his expression froze.

Oh ho, damn it. What the hell was I thinking?

Irisviel, standing nearby, looked at her husband in confusion. Was there something I overlooked just now?

The road from the church to Einsbern Castle was extremely deserted, and no one else would appear there, so Fu Yuan began treatment directly. The Stigma belonging to him began to operate, and the magical energy within his body stirred.

He gently pulled down the clothing around Kiritsugu's shoulder. Looking at Kiritsugu's perfectly normal shoulder, a question mark slowly appeared over Fu Yuan's little head.

In that instant, Fu Yuan thought of many things. First, given Kiritsugu's personality, he would never do something this boring, so was it an internal injury? But judging from what had happened earlier, it should not have been serious enough for that. Which meant it had aggravated an old injury?

That was right! It had to be that! Fu Yuan felt that he had discovered the truth.

He became even more serious and gradually activated his ability over Kiritsugu's body, beginning to improve his condition.

Sure enough, after doing this, he found quite a few hidden injuries. Fu Yuan became even more convinced of his earlier guess, then began comprehensively repairing Kiritsugu's hidden injuries with deep apology.

Kiritsugu had originally wanted to find a topic to ease the earlier awkwardness, but once the treatment began, that thought vanished into thin air. It was not because the treatment was especially effective, but because its side effects were simply too intense.

Kiritsugu Emiya forcibly suppressed the urge to cry out and assessed his body. The effect was unexpectedly good. If he had to describe it somehow, it was probably that he could perform again at night.

Though the wording was crude, it was not wrong. Kiritsugu Emiya could not precisely feel every hidden injury in his body, but he could sense the changes in several more obvious ones.

Seeing Kiritsugu's somewhat strange expression, Irisviel's face instantly darkened. No one knew better than her what each expression on her husband's face meant.

"What are you doing?" Irisviel asked in an utterly calm tone, so calm that it held no trace of emotion, as though she were speaking to two corpses. Or perhaps talking to herself.

"Treating his injuries."

Fu Yuan looked at Irisviel in confusion, unable to understand why she was asking. Wasn't it obvious?

"Kiritsugu!" However, Irisviel ignored Fu Yuan and instead looked at Kiritsugu Emiya with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"Cough, cough! Um, Saber, the treatment should be finished, right?" Kiritsugu suddenly turned his head away guiltily, then reconsidered. Wait, why was he feeling guilty?

"Not yet, Master. It'll take a little longer... cough, but the rest of the treatment can wait until tomorrow or the day after." Fu Yuan did not consider himself stupid. At the very least, he could tell that the atmosphere was rather strange.

Fu Yuan then stopped the Stigma's operation and naturally stood behind Kiritsugu Emiya like a bodyguard, his childish face filled with seriousness.

"Good work, Saber." Kiritsugu Emiya earnestly praised Fu Yuan, then reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"Hmph." At that moment, Irisviel suddenly snorted coldly.

Only then did Kiritsugu Emiya notice Fu Yuan's tattered clothes, which exposed snowy-white, tender skin everywhere. Then he awkwardly realized that no matter where he patted him, he would be sleeping on the couch tonight! His hand hovered in midair, unable to move forward or retreat.

Fu Yuan looked at his Master's bizarre behavior in utter confusion, unable to understand the situation.

"Hmph." A cold snort sounded in Fu Yuan's mind. Then the clothes on his body began to change continuously, gradually transforming into the Daoist robe he wore at Floating Cloud Temple. Unlike real orthodox Daoist robes, it emphasized his figure quite clearly. More accurately, everyone at Floating Cloud Temple except Master wore clothing that showed off their figure. (Laughs.)

"Huh? Was I wandering around in those tattered clothes before? How embarrassing!" A flush instantly appeared on Fu Yuan's pale little face. For Fu Yuan, who prided himself on being a good child, this was simply unimaginable.

So you didn't know before? After silently mocking Fu Yuan in his heart, Kiritsugu patted Fu Yuan on the shoulder. That made things less awkward, probably.

Kiritsugu leaned close to Irisviel's ear and quietly explained what had happened. Seeing the hint of curiosity amid her shock, he instantly felt at ease. The bed was safe.

After that, the three of them did not make any more fools of themselves and quietly returned to Einsbern Castle.

The only difference was that their relationship seemed to have eased somewhat. At least it was no longer as bizarre as White Album.

Junior Brother, are you having fun? A crisp voice sounded in his mind, though it carried a touch of complaint.

Fu Yuan's body stiffened. Recalling what he had just done, his rational mind told him it was strange, yet it also felt perfectly natural.

But Fu Yuan was not stupid! That contradictory feeling was precisely what was most abnormal.

Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I think I might be broken! The flush on Fu Yuan's face instantly faded. Most frightening of all, he had absolutely no idea why he was having such conflicting thoughts.

You weren't playing around? Heh, heh, now this is interesting. Su Mei had originally thought that Fu Yuan had suddenly decided to act strange, and she had already cursed Otto countless times in her heart. But it seemed that this time, it really was not that loser's fault.

Just as Fu Yuan seriously pondered the issue, the Spirit Core that had come from who knew where suddenly changed again. His connection with this world seemed to deepen further.

Stigma (?):

Fu Yuan · Lawful · Neutral · 158 cm: Barely possesses part of the Child of Purity's talents, primarily making others more likely to trust him and granting him fairly strong perception. (Luck A)

Fu Yuan · Lawful · Neutral · 178 cm: Completely loses all talents of the Child of Purity, while gaining fairly strong combat wisdom and exceptional learning ability. (Luck B)

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

Demonic Possession (A++): Luck decreases by two ranks. All other attributes receive one adjustment; any attribute below A-rank is automatically adjusted to A-rank.

Divinity (A): Divinity from the unique Root of another world, mainly manifested through inexhaustible energy and corrosive power.

So it was only because my Spirit Core is too poor that my power got divided into several portions? Fu Yuan thought blankly. But why did even my personality split apart?!

Though they were ultimately all himself, people still had to grow up. Looking at himself doing childish, stupid things with an adult mentality... how should he put it? It hurt! He wanted to shut himself away!

So that means we can still see Junior Brother's other two forms? Su Mei was quite accepting of it, since she was not the unfortunate one. Besides, she had not seen Junior Brother like this in a long time. Strangely, she felt a little nostalgic.

Still, this Spirit Core system is rather interesting. It seems I'll need to give it more thought. No matter how unreliable Su Mei could be, she had once been the renowned Peerless Lady of the Jianghu. Moreover, this concerned Junior Brother's life. How could she possibly not take it seriously?

"Saber, this is Einsbern Castle." This time, Irisviel was the first to speak to Fu Yuan. Her slightly nervous expression made her seem as though she were afraid something precious would be taken from her.

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

"The snow is so heavy! So beautiful!"

"What's so beautiful about it? Do you know how many people will freeze to death in this world because of this snowstorm?"

"B-But the snow really is beautiful!"

"Hmph, you're beyond teaching!"

"Junior Brother, look over here!"

Fu Yuan had only just heard the voice and had not even turned around when he felt a chill at his neck. The coldness then gradually spread across his entire upper body.

"Senior Sister!!!"

"It's so big and beautiful!"

Fu Yuan very cooperatively put on an extremely shocked expression, though he really was somewhat shocked. There was no shortage of buildings like this in the Honkai World, but they lacked this distinctive beauty. The gorgeous yet imposing castle, covered in pure white snow, had the feel of a fairyland.

"Keep your voice down, Saber. Little Illya is already asleep." Irisviel, who had wanted to continue introducing the place, suddenly remembered Little Illya and deliberately lowered her voice.

"Okay!"

Fu Yuan nodded gently to show that he understood.

Fu Yuan did not know if it was merely his imagination, but whenever Illya was mentioned, Kiritsugu beside him seemed to soften a little.

After all, children are angels! Su Mei suddenly remarked while looking at her petite Junior Disciple Brother inside Stigmata Space. Brats don't count. Then, seemingly recalling something, she quickly added that last sentence.

"Saber, do not touch the two rooms at the very top. You may explore the other places as you please."

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

Seeing Fu Yuan standing there somewhat restrainedly, not knowing what to do, Kiritsugu suddenly spoke.

But seeing Fu Yuan like this, Kiritsugu felt that this Holy Grail War would at least be easier than he had imagined. He then entered the family Library, intending to search through the records for history or legends related to Fu Yuan.

Though he could ask directly, Kiritsugu Emiya trusted himself more. It was not distrust, but rather a habit—or vigilance—formed over many years.

That left only the curious Irisviel and Fu Yuan, who did not know what to do.

Seeing that Irisviel practically had the words "I'm very curious" written across her face, Fu Yuan asked softly, "Um, Irisviel, is there anything you need help with?"

"Um, Saber, how old are you? Cough, no, I mean, I want to ask about your age. Hiss! That doesn't seem right either. Um, Saber, could you wait a moment and let me organize my words first?"

After asking that, Irisviel, who had been extremely curious, only felt terribly awkward. After all, this was not a question she should be asking no matter how she put it!

Irisviel kind of feels like an idiot, Fu Yuan unconsciously thought as he looked at Irisviel, who currently radiated foolishness.

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

Fu Yuan's little hands twisted together uneasily. How exactly should he calculate his age? Sixteen years on the original Earth, sixteen years at Floating Cloud Temple after crossing over, then he had slept muddleheadedly for more than five hundred years, spent another three years after waking up, and then arrived here. So how old was he supposed to be?

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

Seeing Irisviel so shocked, Fu Yuan could understand how she felt. After all, Kiana had reacted exactly like this when she first learned his age. Well, he seemed to have reacted the same way after recovering his memories. Even so, Fu Yuan explained.

"If I put it in terms you can understand, I slept for over five hundred years, so I don't know how old I should count as either."

"Then Saber must be so lone... ah, never mind." Irisviel had wanted to comfort Fu Yuan. Five hundred years—calling it a sea turning into mulberry fields would not be an exaggeration. Though she could not understand that kind of loneliness, she could imagine it. But when she was about to speak, she did not know what to say. The wariness in her eyes had completely turned into pity.

Seeing Irisviel's gaze suddenly become strange, Fu Yuan had wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he did not know how to begin.

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

"Um, didn't I say it?" Fu Yuan showed a thoughtful expression, then introduced himself in an extremely serious tone. "Fu Yuan. Fu as in Fu Hua, Yuan as in abyss."

Irisviel blinked, feeling that this should not be her problem. Who introduced themselves like that? What was "Fu Hua's Fu" supposed to mean?

"Um, Fu as in talisman!" Fu Yuan suddenly realized what was wrong with his introduction and hurriedly corrected himself.

Fu Hua's Fu... Su Mei frowned, then a very calm voice echoed in Fu Yuan's mind as though by complete accident.

Um, it was a slip of the tongue!

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

*...* Fu Yuan fell silent for a second or two, completely unsure how to respond. In the end, he decided to ignore her for now.

"Is Fu Hua someone very important to Saber?" Irisviel decided to take a roundabout approach and change the subject first.

"She's my Master."

"Then she must be a very good person, if Saber misses her so much." Irisviel felt rather clever. She would first talk about someone close to Saber, ease the awkward atmosphere, and then move on to other topics.

"Maybe she would have been better off without me." Thinking of all the melodramatic events that had occurred in the Honkai World, Fu Yuan felt that perhaps his Master really would have been better off if she had not saved him.

All that could be said was that Fu Yuan in his previous life had only been a sixteen-year-old child! It was already impressive that he had watched all of Fate. As for games like Honkai Impact 3rd, he had only heard of them and had never looked into them carefully.

(By "heard of it," that meant the Divine Land tablet. That was probably why Fu Yuan had such a high level of Short-Range Force.)

But if he had played it, perhaps everything in the Honkai World would not have seemed so helpless, and perhaps he could have changed many things.

Perhaps. But I should be glad that Junior Brother never played it! People needed self-awareness, and at least Su Mei had that. If the world she lived in had truly appeared in another world as a game, then judging from her image and actions, she definitely would not have been a good person.

And Junior Brother back then had been so pure. If he had really played it, the two of them would never have formed such a deep bond. Su Mei simply could not imagine such a thing now.

At that moment, Irisviel's mindset was close to collapsing. So she had stepped on another landmine? This conversation could not continue! Kiritsugu, come save me! I'm an idiot, I'm completely unfit for conversation!

"I'm sorry, A Yuan... Saber. I brought up something painful again." Irisviel spoke with some shame. As the young lady of the Einzbern Family, though she had been created merely as a vessel for the Holy Grail, she had still been instilled with much aristocratic education. Though she had not embraced it, she understood basic courtesy.

"It's okay, Irisviel. I've already come to terms with some things."

"And if Irisviel doesn't mind, you can call me A Yuan." As a considerate good child, Fu Yuan naturally would not let Irisviel remain too embarrassed.

Su Mei had no reaction. Plenty of people had called him that in the Honkai World, so she was already used to it. Yes, used to it. She then temporarily closed off her perception of the outside world, feeling irritated.

As for Irisviel, she posed no threat at all. After all, she was a married woman, so there was nothing to worry about. Su Mei still had that much confidence.

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

But Irisviel probably would not get to see it. She had long accepted her fate and did not hate it. After all, in these brief few years, she had at least experienced love and familial affection.

Looking at the petite figure before her, Irisviel knew that they would have to rely on him in this Holy Grail War. Gazing at Fu Yuan's delicate little face, a strange thought suddenly surfaced in her mind. It would be wonderful if Illya grew up to be this adorable.

Meanwhile, Kiritsugu in the Library wore an expression of utter disbelief. In the short span of a dozen minutes, with the Einzbern Family's unique magecraft and their doll-like maidservants, he had searched through nearly all historical records and legends, if not every last one. There was not the slightest mention of the name Fu Yuan or any related description.

It was as though such a person had never existed in history. But that made no sense. Without records, there could be no elevation of deeds into legend. How could he have become a Heroic Spirit? At that moment, Kiritsugu did not know that Counter Force agents existed.

Kiritsugu Emiya, having lit a cigarette, could not help sinking into thought. He was so absorbed that he did not notice the cigarette had nearly touched a book until faint flames began to emerge from it.

The maid beside him swiftly extinguished the fire and also put out the cigarette in Kiritsugu Emiya's hand. Then more than a dozen maids stared at him with calm expressions. Kiritsugu Emiya stood there awkwardly and glanced at the book he had burned halfway through.

Fortunately, the title had not burned away, and it was not some out-of-print ancient text. He could simply buy another copy to replace it later, Kiritsugu thought.

"Market Forecasts for the Next Ten Years"

No one knew who had bought such a book, but at that moment, Kiritsugu Emiya stared at the words on its cover and fell into deep thought, wondering about something unknown.