"Hahaha, at least until the extermination operation is over, we're partners, aren't we? Partners shouldn't be fighting each other."
A bright smile appeared on the man's face, making him look like the cheerful older brother next door. Still, it was hard not to notice the nearly perfect muscle definition forged through countless trials. An ordinary sunny guy next door did not have muscles like those.
"Though I don't know your class, I can at least be sure you're not Archer."
With a hint of teasing, the man's gaze fell upon the twin guns in Michael's hands. He was quite interested in these modern firearms. It was related to the class he had held while alive, and there was no concept of time in the Heroic Spirit Hall. It was entirely possible to summon Heroic Spirits from the modern age, or even the future.
"But your class is easy enough to guess, Archer. In this Holy Grail War, you may call me Saber."
Michael shrugged and kept a sufficiently safe distance from Berserker. Berserker, who had activated his Noble Phantasm and transformed into his evil persona, did not rashly attack either. He merely shielded Tatsumiaino behind him and let out a threatening growl from his throat.
A beast's instincts were the sharpest. He was not confident he could protect his Master while fighting two powerful enemies, so he could only be forced into a defensive stance.
"Saber?"
Archer looked in surprise at the twin guns spinning in Michael's hands. Those truly should not have been weapons used by a Heroic Spirit of the Sword.
"The times have changed, Archer. These are much more useful than sharp swords, and besides..."
Michael swept his gaze around. The tranquil sound of the shamisen had long since vanished. Every guest, including the attendants, stared at