Antonio Salieri simply stood there, standing quietly. His face was covered by a silver mask—strange, yet possessing a certain kind of beauty.
Fujimaru Ritsuka could feel it: Salieri, the Servant he had summoned and contracted, whose class was the special class [avenger], was watching him.
Could he see through that mask? It did not seem to have any opening for his eyes.
"Master."
Suddenly, Salieri gave Fujimaru Ritsuka a slight bow, every bit the courteous gentleman.
"...Mm." Fujimaru Ritsuka observed him for a moment, then nodded in response to Salieri's call.
Lawrence, who had been watching from the side, finally let out a breath of relief.
It seemed that although his class was avenger, he was, overall, a safe Servant.
Several minutes had already passed since his summoning. Not only had he not suddenly attacked Fujimaru Ritsuka, he had instead willingly acknowledged Ritsuka as his "Master." The silver longsword in his hand had also vanished. He should be a Servant who could be commanded normally.
"Mr. Salieri, you should know why you were summoned here, right?"
"Master. At the moment of my summoning, I naturally came to understand the meaning of my existence in this era." Salieri's voice was low and elegant as he nodded slightly. "I will fight for you, without question."
"But should I encounter someone I must kill—"
He did not continue, but Fujimaru Ritsuka, Lawrence, Mash and Leonardo da Vinci on the other side of the communicator all understood what he meant.
"I see. So this is what they call an [Avenger]." Da Vinci's eyes showed interest.
At the most fundamental level, Avengers were a class separate from the conventional seven. Like Rulers, they were a special class, and the conditions needed to qualify for one were equally unusual.
According to the records, the greatest trait