"I like fatty beef."
A smile spread across Samael's face as he innocently raised both hands.
"Oh, you should've said so!"
At that, the Blonde Saberface Girl immediately dropped her guard. Like they were old friends, she patted Samael on the shoulder, then casually pulled two cups of golden broth fatty beef instant noodles from the corner and handed them over, completely failing to notice how evasive his answer had been.
As expected of the same species, still this easy to fool...
As Samael inwardly mocked her, he smiled and divided the spoils. In his mind, an image surfaced from his dream: a foolish girl wearing a blue round cap, following at his heels and calling him "Master."
Just as his thoughts drifted away, the hand he had extended was suddenly seized by the Blonde Saberface Girl across from him.
"This scent..."
That face, strikingly similar to Artoria in her youth, leaned closer in confusion. Like a puppy, she flared her nostrils and sniffed Samael's hand up and down.
The ahoge atop the girl's head seemed to receive some sort of signal and shook violently like a detection radar. It looked comical and amusing as she muttered under her breath.
"So it's Saber..."
"What?"
Since her voice had been too muffled for him to hear clearly, Samael instinctively asked.
However, a fierce blue-white sword light exploded through the night and came rushing toward him.
Samael instinctively stepped to the right and twisted aside.
The sharp blade light skimmed past him, neatly slicing off one corner of the third floor. The reinforced concrete structure, several meters high, fell from the severed section like cut butter, its cross-section smooth as a mirror.
"Holy Sword, invert!"
Before that corner of the building could hit the ground, another low roar rang out.
The hand