An Offer You Can't Refuse (Continued)

Shirou curled his lip. If you wanted to laugh, then laugh. No one was stopping you.

"Please believe me, I'm completely sincere. Otherwise, I wouldn't have released your Master," Shirou said earnestly.

Just as Shishigou Kairi was about to nod on the surface, Mordred started shouting again:

"Master, this guy definitely has an even bigger scheme. He probably doesn't just want to take us out."

The cup Shirou was holding developed several cracks under the sudden increase in force.

"Can we talk properly?"

"No."

It seemed they could only talk with their fists.

Shirou cracked his knuckles, preparing to teach Mordred about a parent's dignity.

When a brat was this disobedient, he needed a beating.

"Ahem, Saber, at least listen to what Assassin has in mind. Since he came here to negotiate, he must have something that can tempt us, right?"

"Of course. I have bargaining chips none of you can refuse."

Shirou smiled mysteriously, brimming with confidence. That smile instantly became terrifying in Mordred's eyes.

He quietly moved closer to his Master.

"Hey, Master, you remember, right? Your ancestor once made a deal with a demon for some purpose, and then by your generation, there were no more children."

"Yeah, I remember. But no matter how I look at it, Assassin doesn't resemble a demon in the slightest."

"—Of course he doesn't, because he is a demon."

When Jeanne d'Arc heard the rising pitch of Mordred's final words, she could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.

Shirou's face darkened, and he didn't want to speak.

Wasn't it just that I beat up a brat back then? Was the psychological trauma really that severe? How large was the area of that psychological trauma, anyway?

"Ahem, so, Mr. Assassin, what price are you offering?" Shishigou Kairi awkwardly glanced at