"These punks are seriously annoying. Has everyone in Shinjuku turned into a punk or something? Why do they just keep coming wave after wave?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka, Lawrence, and Archer had already defeated three consecutive waves of punks. The latest bunch had burst into tears and run off right after declaring themselves insignificant fodder, leaving Ritsuka utterly speechless.
"Well, that's just what this city is like now. Nothing we can do about it. So then, after three consecutive job performance evaluations, Master of Chaldea, would you like to make a deal with me?"
A suspicious smile appeared on Archer's face as he leaned closer to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Leonardo da Vinci and Lawrence both sharpened their gazes at once.
"A deal?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked somewhat wary, but also confused.
"To be honest, if I had been summoned with all my memories intact, I might understand more. But there is one thing I may vaguely understand."
"Master of Chaldea, are you willing to trust me?"
"I mean, trust me completely."
Archer asked with a serious expression.
"No."
Fujimaru Ritsuka puffed out his cheeks and shook his head.
"Uncle, it's not that I don't want to trust you. It's just that the suspicious aura around you is practically overflowing, okay?"
"Eh!? That hurts. But for someone like me, who doesn't even know why he's fighting in Shinjuku, I suppose that's only natural."
Archer looked somewhat dejected.
"So you know that yourself."
Watching him act so thick-skinned, Lawrence shook his head helplessly, though the vigilance in her heart only rose another level.
"Mm... but I think there are some things you should know by now."
Awkwardly scratching his head, Archer's expression turned serious.
"Ultimately, where exactly has this Singularity been distorted? What is the so-called 'singularity,' anyway?"
"Before discussing that, I'd like to explain something