Type-Moon's Problem Child from Collapse

Archer's crimson eyes gradually blazed with haughty fury, fixed on the giant below. "You dare ask me? You mongrel dares question your king?"

Fu Yuan watched this Archer, who had worked himself into anger all on his own, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly—such an idiot was truly rare.

The atmosphere in the arena had frozen solid. With Archer's rage, golden ripples appeared one after another in the sky, and from them emerged Noble Phantasm after Noble Phantasm.

The King of Conquerors now wanted to curse. 'Why aren't you following the script?' His expression gradually turned serious—this formation was not to be underestimated.

Beside him, Waver trembled in terror at the sight. The King of Conquerors said nothing, only pulling his little Master further behind him.

But then a new change occurred in the arena. A chaotic and violent surge of mana appeared, accompanied by a pitch-black figure with eyes red as a murderous demon.

The newly arrived Heroic Spirit scanned its surroundings, finally locking onto Archer standing atop the lamppost. It let out a few roars and charged straight at him.

In a pitch-black place, or rather a sewer, a voice thick with resentment echoed.

"Tokiomi Tohsaka, Tokiomi Tohsaka, Tokiomi Tohsaka."

"Trash. I'll destroy everything you have—starting with your Servant!"

"Mongrel, who gave you the nerve to attack your king?"

Those of low birth have eyes that are low and filthy. To one of noble birth, being looked at with such eyes is an unbearable humiliation. Now, to Archer, the already insolent Berserker actually dared to charge at the king—this was an unforgivable capital offense.

Thus, golden ripples behind him shot forth several Noble Phantasms—blades, spears, clubs, staves—each one an independent treasure. Even Fu Yuan, who had seen many grand spectacles, felt his heart stir, for this was only a fraction!

The King of Conquerors now watched the situation with grave seriousness. After all, if not for this pitch-black figure's appearance, he himself would have been facing this assault.

Facing such an attack, the dark figure did not dodge. Instead, it charged straight at the Noble Phantasms, caught the incoming spear with one hand, and then knocked away all the rest.

"How is that possible!" Waver, still trembling, suddenly shouted in shock. A Noble Phantasm was the most important thing to a Heroic Spirit—how could it be used by someone else, let alone wielded so skillfully?

The King of Conquerors narrowed his eyes. Though his little Master was somewhat useless, this matter was indeed shocking. Still, he didn't lose his composure—the world was vast and full of wonders; one or two strange skills were understandable.

The King of Conquerors suddenly looked at Saber to see her reaction.

King of Conquerors: ??? Where'd she go?

By now, Fu Yuan had already walked with Irisviel to another street, ready to go home. As for their fight, what did it have to do with him?

As for the detailed battle process, Kiritsugu would record it. What the human eye couldn't see was no match for high technology.

At the same time, Fu Yuan returned to his height of one meter fifty-eight, and inwardly felt like cursing.

'Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter!' Su Mei inside the Stigma was already laughing so hard she was out of breath. After all, even she hadn't expected that the weakness to thunder would reappear.

Not long after, the battle over there ended. Naturally, everyone went home, each to their own.

Then another thunderclap split the sky, and Fu Yuan, who was running, changed form again with a look of utter despair.

"Um, A Yuan, you..." Irisviel looked at Fu Yuan's strange expression and was about to ask if he needed help.

"Afraid of thunder! It's afraid of thunder, okay!" Fu Yuan cut her off instantly, then shouted almost self-destructively, as if raising his voice could lessen his embarrassment.

Irisviel looked at A Yuan's expression and felt like teasing him, but she filed the information away instead.

'A Yuan is afraid of thunder? Somehow that doesn't feel out of place at all!'

"Big Brother is afraid of thunder?" Little Illya stared curiously at Fu Yuan, whose face was already reddening. A strange thought popped into her head. 'This Big Brother is so lame. Illya isn't afraid of thunder.'

Fu Yuan hated this useless Spirit Core with all his heart. This weakness to thunder had gotten him mocked by his Senior Sisters countless times before. He'd barely overcome it, and now this happened again.

At the same time, his determination to seize the Holy Grail grew a little stronger.

Sigh, life is hard. Fu Yuan sighed!

? Fu Yuan suddenly focused his thoughts. He remembered that in the Original Work, they drove back to the castle in a car. No way... No way... No way...

"Um, Irisviel, are we going to walk back like this every time?"

Irisviel, who had been all smiles a moment ago, suddenly fell silent, as if she'd lost her soul. Then she shouted in great anguish.

"My beloved car!"

Little Illya had another strange thought pop into her head. 'This Mom is so lame too! Looks like I'll have to rely on myself in the future.'

Chapter 11: Illya, Miserable! Miserable! Miserable!

In the Divine Land, the Tai Xu Immortal heard that Demon Beasts were causing chaos in the far eastern lands. He specially brought eight disciples to eliminate the beasts and temper his disciples.

With a brilliant Sword Light, the last Demon Beast fell before Su Mei. She scanned her surroundings, confirmed that the area she was responsible for had no more beasts, flicked the blood off her sword, and prepared to rendezvous with her fellow disciples.

As more and more people gathered, Su Mei grew anxious. Junior Disciple Brother still hadn't come. 'Too slow!'

This wasn't normal. Though only twelve years old, Junior Disciple Brother had already fully comprehended the four essences—Heart Essence, Form Essence, Intent Essence, and Soul Essence. In theory, he was already stronger than Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Sister, Old Six, and Old Seven.

"Master, I want to go check on Junior Disciple Brother." Su Mei suddenly spoke to Fu Hua, who stood at the front.

"This is his trial." Fu Hua only replied flatly.

'Trial? What's going on? Could the corresponding Demon Beasts be different?'

"Senior Sister, the area I'm responsible for connects to Junior Disciple Brother's. I think I heard thunder over there." Su Yi, who had always been close to Su Mei, tugged at her sleeve and whispered, taking advantage of the Master's inattention. (It seemed that except for Big Sister Chao Yu, the other sisters all had good relations with Su Mei!)

Su Mei's expression suddenly turned ugly. That Junior Disciple Brother was afraid of thunder was no secret in Floating Cloud Temple, but just how deep that fear ran—only Su Mei truly knew.

As for Master, in her view, this kind of problem would pass with a bit of tempering.

"Master, this disciple recalls there are still matters left unfinished and wishes to take leave." Su Mei bowed again.

"Xiao Yuan has already entered the Tai Xu Five Essences. Even if it's only a leak of sword qi, it can handle the Demon Beast over there." Fu Hua still wore that indifferent expression, completely unaware of the incredulous looks from the disciples behind him.

The Tai Xu Five Essences was a realm only Master had reached; even the most talented Fifth Junior Sister was still far off.

Su Mei's face darkened. Unlike the others, her focus was nowhere near that.

"But Junior Disciple Brother can't even leak sword qi!"

Fu Hua looked at her calmly, saying nothing.

"Master, this disciple suddenly recalls that there are still some urgent matters in my own Wu Shuang Sect that need resolving, and wishes to leave first." Su Mei's expression abruptly calmed, and she spoke again with great sincerity.

"You should have a little more faith in him."

"What is Master saying? This disciple truly has important business to attend to."

"...Sigh. Then go."

Su Mei casually slew the Demon Beast that had been throwing its weight around by summoning thunder. Staring at the blood-soaked Junior Disciple Brother, her heart suddenly ached.

No, this was very wrong! She was moved... no, it was just a twelve-year-old child.

But her state of mind was growing more and more off. Whether it was talking back to Master earlier or defying orders now, none of it did her plans any good.

Thinking this, Su Mei stared darkly at the Junior Disciple Brother collapsed before her. After a long pause, she still sighed and pulled him into her arms.

"Kiritsugu."

"Dad."

"Master, mission accomplished."

Maiya Hisau: 'What, I don't deserve a name?'

After a day out on the move, Kiritsugu came home to find three bishoujo greeting him. Though two of them were a bit of a stretch, he had to admit it was still comforting.

"Mm. I'm home." Kiritsugu replied appropriately, then caught Little Illya as she charged at him, lifting her up with a laugh.

"Dad, Dad, Mom and Big Brother are super lame!" Little Illya, once lifted high, began voicing her opinion to prove she'd grown up.

Fu Yuan and Irisviel's eyes sharpened. 'What does Little Fellow (Illya) want to say?'

Kiritsugu, sensing the awkward scene, silently groaned inside. 'Don't say it! I don't want to hear it!'

"Big Brother is scared of thunder, and Mom even forgot to drive her own car—I had to walk here myself!" Illya puffed out her chest proudly, completely missing the two death glares aimed her way.

"Irisviel, Illya isn't little anymore. I think we should consider her schooling." Fu Yuan turned to Irisviel and offered the suggestion very earnestly.

"I think so too."

"Preschool education can't be skipped. I'm not too familiar with this area, so Irisviel, you'll need to put in the effort!"

"Mm! I think the education over in your Huaxia is pretty good."

"Indeed! Oh, and homework is important—can't leave that out!"

"Kiritsugu (Master), what do you think?"

The two of them, like a comedy duo, had already arranged Illya's schooling, even democratically asking Kiritsugu's opinion. As for Illya—kids don't get a vote.

'I don't think so, but I dare not say it!' The moment those two death glares turned to him, Kiritsugu had already made his decision.

"I have no objections!"

Kiritsugu answered quickly. Irisviel nodded in satisfaction, and Fu Yuan smiled as he looked at Illya, who had no idea what was coming.

It had to be said—after resolving her own issues and Illya's, Irisviel had brightened up considerably, becoming much more like an ordinary mother.

Kiritsugu didn't know what had happened, but seeing Irisviel change like this made him happy inside. As for little Illya... sigh. Dad's sorry, kid!

"Kiritsugu, I still want to go out for a few days." Irisviel suddenly showed a longing expression and spoke up.

"Sure! Go out and enjoy yourself. Have Saber accompany you—that'll put my mind at ease." Seeing Irisviel like this, Kiritsugu felt a pang in his heart and naturally didn't refuse.

Fu Yuan, standing nearby, suddenly noticed that Irisviel's acting wasn't bad. He shot her a look of deep admiration. Irisviel returned the look: 'You're not bad either.'

"Oh, Dad, Big Brother gave Mom a really pretty crystal, and said something about 'they'll agree.' What does that mean? Illya asked, but Mom wouldn't tell Illya." Illya suddenly remembered Mom crying earlier and voiced her confusion.

'Dad loves Illya so much, he'll definitely tell me what it is.'

Hearing this, Kiritsugu looked at Irisviel and Fu Yuan with some confusion, about to ask something when little Illya added.

"Oh, and Mom even cried! Later she was crying and laughing at the same time."

"Kiritsugu, my problem is already solved. I have to thank A Yuan a lot."

Irisviel, seeing Kiritsugu's confusion, straightforwardly told him. Happy news like this was meant to be shared with him.

Anyway, Kiritsugu had already agreed to the outing before, so it was too late to back out now.

"You solved it! Really!" Kiritsugu became extremely excited, even tightening his arms around Illya, which made her tap his head in mild dissatisfaction.

"Yes, it's the Aozaki Family. The contract has already been signed. Going back on it wouldn't benefit them either." Irisviel was calm, though no one knew she had cried until late the night before.

Fu Yuan looked at the perfectly composed Irisviel, feeling something was off. She had clearly sobbed herself to sleep last night, yet now she was as serene as if nothing had happened. 'Ah, women! I don't get it, I don't get it.'

"It's solved. Good, very good..." Kiritsugu, upon hearing the confirmed news, seemed almost entranced, repeating "good" over and over.

"Ahem, Master, I think we should discuss things inside." Fu Yuan didn't want to interrupt the moment, but standing around at the entrance was too odd.

"Ah! Right! Inside, inside!" Kiritsugu suddenly slapped his forehead, brimming with excitement.

Maiya Hisau watched silently from behind. She genuinely wished Kiritsugu and Irisviel well, so she was also happy that Mrs.'s problem had been resolved.

Though she had feelings for Kiritsugu, Maiya would never voice them. It would only make things awkward for him. She was content to quietly be a proper tool.

"Maiya, what are you standing there for? Come in with us." Irisviel noticed Maiya lagging behind and personally went to pull her along.

Irisviel took this matter lightly. Though it stung a little inside, she still accepted it.

After a long while, Kiritsugu suddenly realized he might have been played. But then he shook his head with easygoing abandon.

'As long as Irisviel is happy!'

Fu Yuan watched Kiritsugu's harmonious harem and felt puzzled. 'How does Master do it! I thought he was just a time-management expert, but he's actually a winner in life.'

'Junior Brother, do you want to? Senior Sister can help you!' Su Mei, who occasionally popped in to assert her presence, suddenly spoke with a very sincere tone.

'No need. This is fine.' Fu Yuan paused at her words, but still answered with a smile.

'Mm! Junior Brother, you decide for yourself.' With that, Su Mei set down her Wushuang, carefully placed the freshly molded figurine upright in its cabinet, and moved the trash can that had somehow appeared at her feet to the side.

Fu Yuan: ...

Fu Yuan looked at the cabinet filled with miniature figures of himself, feeling a bit helpless. For two people whose hearts were completely in sync, this kind of probing was utterly pointless, yet Senior Sister never tired of it.

'Women! I don't get them!'