After all, he was the son of a tycoon—a wicked capitalist who exploited workers.
"Haha, Archer, you flatter me. It's all just an act. We have quite a few problems on our hands right now, especially manpower. We simply don't have enough."
Shirou took a careful look around.
It really did seem to be the case.
The president was Leo. His older brother Julius held some unknown position. Gawain... was probably the butler. Hakuno could barely handle miscellaneous duties, though with Shirou around, she could just about manage the job.
That only added up to five people.
Far too few.
"In theory, there should be one hundred and twenty-eight participants in the Holy Grail War. No matter how drastically that number has fallen, it shouldn't be this sparse. If possible, Hakuno, may I ask you and Archer to help? The student council needs you to persuade the other Masters who are still here."
Shirou nodded. "Then leave it to Hakuno and me."
"Thank you so much."
Leo happily held out his hand. Shirou shook it... Leo's hand was a little soft, as though he had never done any work at all.
Today really was a pretty good day. Still, there seemed to be something off about Hakuno's gaze.
Why was that?
Without giving it much thought, Shirou walked out the door. He planned to look for any Masters still around.
Kiyohime Sesshoin was one of them, but Shirou was honestly a little wary of that dangerous individual, a candidate for Human Evil.
The first thought that came to mind when he saw Sesshoin was to deliver a righteous backstab.
If Shirou had not wanted to see what schemes she was plotting, he would have put that backstabbing plan into action.
As for the other Masters, Shirou barely knew any of