Problem Child from Honkai in Type-Moon

"I am El..."

"No need!"

Kiritsugu Emiya lost interest in them once he confirmed they were completely disqualified from the war.

If he could avoid killing, he preferred not to.

As for that lemon-head's threat, ha! The howls of a loser!

The few people who heard this visibly relaxed. Kaineth, though unwilling, could do nothing.

Fortunately, the other side wasn't doing anything else. He could accept defeat, but he absolutely could not accept humiliation.

"Next, should we continue, or what?"

Fu Yuan left the choice to Kiritsugu Emiya. After all, he was the nominal Master now.

"Continue... forget it."

Seeing Kariya Matou beside him looking visibly unwell, Kiritsugu Emiya abandoned the idea.

After all, they had just fought a battle and their side wasn't in good condition.

"Wait, Kiritsugu!"

Hearing the voice, Kiritsugu Emiya looked at the walkie-talkie on his waist with some confusion. Since mobile phones were troublesome to answer during battles, he used a walkie-talkie.

"What is it?"

"...Assassin... might be dead."

The tone on the other end was clearly uncertain, but the condition of the original taiyou was extremely abnormal.

In past records, this usually only happened after four or five Heroic Spirits had died.

As for why they didn't suspect Archer was dead, after Saber's explanation, they never doubted Archer.

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kaineth's expression twitched. I report them! They're cheating!

But when Fu Yuan looked over, his expression returned to normal, as if nothing had changed.

Being able to observe who died at any time was crucial for grasping the flow of the battle.

"So, continue?"

Kariya Matou's spirits lifted upon hearing this news. There was still one more, and if they dragged this out, there might be unforeseen variables.

For example, the other side not playing by the rules!

"...Okay."

Seeing this, Fu Yuan suddenly recalled a meme from a long, long time ago.

Since ancient times, Saber-class always fights five. Since ancient times, Lancer has had E-rank luck. Since ancient times, Caster-class loves to slack off. Since ancient times, Archer-class has had too many cheaters.

As everyone knows, Archer counters Saber, Saber counters others.

(I forgot the others.)

"You're saying Saber and the Clock Tower people started fighting."

In the center of the grand cathedral, Kirei Kotomine, unconcerned about letting Assassin stand before him, spoke of killing.

"Yes, the location is Ryudoji Temple."

Assassin looked at the man before him with great reverence. To be precise, most of the Hassans were quite obedient.

"Daddy, this word... Ah!"

However, this scene of a wise ruler and a humble subject was shattered the next moment by Kallen, who loved to learn.

Kirei Kotomine's originally calm expression instantly broke. He looked at Kallen, who pushed the door open, in disbelief.

It's 12 o'clock! Don't you know children should go to bed early!

Kirei Kotomine gave Assassin a look. Assassin lowered his head and didn't see it. Kirei Kotomine's expression twitched.

After transmitting the message with a Command Spell, Assassin, with a vague understanding, disappeared.

Kirei Kotomine looked at the timid little Kallen with a headache, and could only comfort her gently, acting as both father and mother.

Kallen hesitated for a long time, then finally mustered her courage, appearing somewhat resolute.

"So, is Daddy a bad person?"

Kirei Kotomine hadn't thought about this before, but now that he was suddenly asked, he became flustered.

What's wrong with me?

He stared blankly for a long time, until little Kallen gradually lost her confidence and timidly lowered her head.

"...Does Kallen want Daddy to be a bad guy?"

Finally, Kirei Kotomine uttered this sentence with a hoarse voice, feeling utterly powerless.

"Kallen, Kallen... Even if Daddy is a bad guy, Kallen won't dislike Daddy."

She was clearly nervous, but Kallen still spoke against her heart, though her tone held a hint of disappointment.

As expected, Kallen doesn't want Daddy to be a bad guy.

"..."

"What are you thinking? How could Daddy be a bad guy?"

Kirei Kotomine suddenly laughed, stroking Kallen's little head, as if he had been joking before.

Is this emotion?

"...Mm, Kallen believes in Daddy."

Although still a little worried, a good child shouldn't make her Daddy worry, so:

Kallen believes in Daddy.

Seeing Kallen's obvious smile, Kirei Kotomine also felt inexplicably happy.

As if nothing had happened, he began to teach Kallen to read, not even noticing that little Kallen was staying up late.

"Then Daddy will go to bed early too."

"Master, should we inform Lord Tokiomi about this news?"

After confirming that Kallen wouldn't come back, Assassin revealed itself and continued the previous topic.

Kirei Kotomine didn't reply, gazing in the direction Kallen had left. Thinking of his well-behaved daughter, his expression suddenly turned grim.

Compared to the Holy Grail War, personal joy was so insignificant.

"Interesting!"

Gilgamesh, who had arrived above the church, saw this scene and suddenly became interested.

However, she didn't push the door open this time. After all, someone who brought no pleasure was not worth her contracting with.

"So... Assassin, by the name of Command Spells, kill yourself!"

I've already achieved my wish!

Thank you, Saber!

Chapter 51: The Correct Way to Use Sensory Deprivation!

(This is a free chapter. The next thousand or so characters are all recommendations for the same book. I really want to recommend this book to you all, a book I think can become a legend here.

This is the only time, I apologize! I won't pad the word count like this again.

The whole book is filled with tragedy!

Massacre! War! Genocide! Dictatorship! Empire! Earthly Evil Gods! [Just in case, I made a typo.]

It's okay if you don't want to read the recommendation part, but I really want to recommend this book to you!)

(Also, some people have asked if this book has been recommended before...

I'm not worthy!

Looking at the data, It's as flat as ever.)

"The Tohsaka family! Do you need help?"

After discovering that the wound on his arm couldn't heal temporarily, Fu Yuan simply stopped caring about it. It wasn't his normal state anyway, and he would revert back soon.

Even though it's just me, isn't it something everyone does to screw themselves over?

For example, when I was lazy as a child and didn't want to do something, wasn't I just looking at my future self?

And many, many more.

"Of course, if you haven't made up your mind yet, I won't be the bad guy."

After speaking, Fu Yuan quietly looked at Kariya Matou, waiting for his decision. Although it hurt, he could still endure it.

"...I... If possible, spare his life!"

Kariya Matou eventually compromised with reality. No matter how much he hated Tokiomi Tohsaka, there was one fact he could never change...

Tokiomi Tohsaka is Aoi's husband! Sakura and Rin's father!

He wasn't the madman from the original story after all; he couldn't bear to see Aoi sad.

(In the end, Kariya Matou's affection for Sakura was initially just a reflection of his love for Aoi. So, it's true that he loved Aoi, but it's a shame he was held back by his age and status.)

"Understood."

Fu Yuan nodded, then couldn't hold back any longer and transformed into 158, leaving a bewildered young Fu Yuan behind.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Even though he already knew about the injury on his arm, at this age, he still couldn't help himself.

Fu Yuan stared at Heavenly Fire with reddened eyes, growing more and more angry! In the end, he couldn't resist and unleashed an "Open Heaven" strike on it!

However, at this moment, he forgot one thing: Heavenly Fire had only recently been unleashed, and its temperature hadn't come down yet. Even though the hilt had been specially treated and wasn't very hot, the blade itself was still incredibly hot.

Furthermore, as the universally acknowledged strongest God's Key (mainly because of the user's strength), it was naturally incredibly durable!

His already not-so-lightly injured fist instantly worsened, and the pain of the secondary burns flooded his mind.

He pursed his lips, feeling incredibly wronged, tears welling up in his eyes. Reason told him not to cry, but emotion told him he might not be able to hold back...

Cry! Who cares what others think?

I can't cry. What would little Illya and Sakura-chan think of me if I did?

But little Illya and Sakura-chan aren't here!

They'll always...

The conversation between the little black and white figures in his mind ended there, and Fu Yuan ultimately... didn't cry.

Fu Yuan was a big boy now; he had to learn to bear his grievances himself and not let others worry...

Be strong. This was life's first lesson for him, and he hadn't accepted reality. The price was... death.

Kiritsugu Emiya and Kariya Matou exchanged glances, neither daring to speak. They both felt that if they said anything, something terrifying might happen.

Especially Kiritsugu Emiya, he felt that if he spoke now, he might end up crippled!