"Hmm, what do you think, Ritsuka?" After Muramasa agreed to Oberon's proposal, Da Vinci immediately looked at Ritsuka beside her. After all, she was Chaldea's Master.
"I think Muramasa is trustworthy. What about you, Artoria?" Ritsuka immediately nodded, then looked at Castoria.
"Huh, this gentleman is willing to travel with us? Then he's more than welcome. After all, there are no bad people among blacksmiths." For some reason, Castoria had a particularly favorable impression of blacksmiths.
"Since you all agree, I won't say anything more. But are you sure there's no problem on your end, Muramasa? The Alien God is our enemy. Doesn't this count as betrayal? Aren't you going to suddenly explode?"
"Of course not! What do you take this old man for? Besides, there's no question of betrayal. I'm merely a swordsmith who accepted a job from the Alien God. There was never any loyalty involved." Muramasa sounded highly displeased—not with Da Vinci's words, but with the Alien God.
"And if we're talking about gratitude and duty, this old man owes this young lady a favor now. A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. You're the Child of Prophecy, aren't you? I already know the situation. I'm willing to accompany you until Queen Morgan is defeated. In any case, it doesn't conflict with my contract with the Alien God."
Muramasa's personality was quite similar to Musashi's: he always repaid kindness. Castoria had bought him, so naturally he had to repay her. Strictly speaking, Oberon had paid the money, but Oberon had used Castoria's name for the auction.
"Um, it seems you've all finished talking. May I say a few words? We sincerely thank you for purchasing goods from our establishment. Therefore, the manager wishes to greet you personally and collect payment."
As Castoria and Ritsuka