Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"So you've stopped arguing? I wanted to watch a little longer."

Hearing that, Assassin angrily flung an A-rank Magic straight at Shirou's face.

Shirou casually tossed Astolfo over.

The two collided, and Astolfo bounced back. Thanks to his A-rank Magic Resistance, Rider was completely unharmed.

"Assassin, you..."

"I used you," Shirou said frankly. "You're fine anyway."

Rider was instantly left speechless. Shirou had already said everything—what else was there for him to say?

"Assassin of the Black Faction..." Amakusa looked at Shirou with a faint smile. "Would you and Rider be interested in joining us? We just lost Berserker, and we need your strength."

Rider cut in, "No. I'm a knight. Knights follow their oaths, and then... Assassin, why did you tie me up again?"

"I-I-I, I'm interested." Shirou grabbed Rider and tied him up with ease. Without his fame bonus, he was very weak now—though he had not always been that strong anyway.

Amakusa was somewhat surprised and did not know what to say for a moment.

He had prepared a whole set of arguments to persuade Assassin to join their side. Yet now, Shirou looked even more eager than he was.

"W-why?" Amakusa said, his scalp tingling. "I only just asked you."

"When someone asks me, I answer. You're the first one to ask."

Rarely, Amakusa Shirou fell silent. He was not a man of few words, or he could never have become the leader of the Shimabara Rebellion. While preparing for this Holy Grail War, he had worked hard to make money, started companies, and earned tens of billions. All of that required considerable eloquence.

But this was the first time he had encountered someone as absurd as Shirou. He felt his rhythm completely thrown off.

Gilgamesh immediately saw through Shirou's plot (meow).

He sneered. "You're not