An Offer You Can't Refuse (Continued)

Shirou gave Jeanne d'Arc a look, signaling her to hurry and capture Mordred's Master.

But Jeanne d'Arc was faster than Shirou's glance.

She had already caught him.

"Jeanne d'Arc, I never would have guessed you could pull a stunt like that too," Shirou teased.

"Damn it, Ruler, you're playing favorites!"

Seeing this, Mordred anxiously tried to rush over and rescue him, but Shirou spotted an opening instead.

In an instant, she was sent flying.

After using several dispelling spells to make the people nearby leave, Shirou felt that they could finally have a proper conversation.

"Assassin—let go of my Master!"

Mordred flew into a rage. Her armor covered her body, and lightning flared around her.

"Then speak properly." Shirou took out a small knife, idly playing with it with a fingertip pressed against the back of the blade. He crouched beside Shishigou Kairi. "Hey, Saber's Master, your name is Shishigou Kairi, right? That sounds like a name from the Far East. Come to think of it, I am too."

Shishigou Kairi looked at Shirou.

He certainly had an Eastern face, but hadn't Assassin been supposed to be Hassan?

Yet under the threat to his life, he still yielded and nodded.

"Yeah. Are you Japanese too?"

"Mm-hm, I am." Shirou grabbed Shishigou Kairi's hand, looking just like someone delighted to meet a fellow countryman. Then he turned to the utterly bewildered Mordred. "See? Your Master has already shaken hands with me. Now we can sit down and have a proper talk, right?"

"Huh?" Mordred felt as though her brain was too powerless to process this, so she had no choice but to nod.

Before long, as the suggestion spell wore off, people gradually began to fill the area again.

"Your meat, sir." The waiter came over carrying two large platters,