"Mr. Emiya!"
Mash's voice carried a trace of confusion and anticipation.
"Don't call me in that tone. It reminds me of some unpleasant things." Emiya snorted coldly. He seemed entirely unimpressed by Mash's expectations, his expression instead turning somewhat grim as he stared at Anno. "I'm genuinely surprised that someone like you would stand on that side."
"But what else could I do?" He picked up his handgun and sighed. "That's the hardship of being a mercenary. No matter what, you have to fulfill the contract."
"Mr. Emiya. If I'm not mistaken, your target should be Baal, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowed his eyes.
"You're not stupid. It would've been nice if I'd had someone like you around when I was summoned." Emiya glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka and aimed his demonic gun at Baal. "When I was summoned, all I had by my side were things like Rob, Yan Qing, Phantom of the Opera, and Christine, plus that guy who 'defected' early on."
His gaze remained fixed on Anno.
"Sorry. I only found out about this just now, too."
Anno shrugged helplessly.
"During the summoning process, a Phantom Spirit was implanted in me to prevent me from truly betraying them. That was also how I acquired the ability known as [Deception]."
"That contract, in other words."
"So why are you standing on that side? Is a power called Deception enough to make you stand against justice?"
Artoria demanded sharply.
"Try to be a little considerate of this old man, will you?"
Anno sighed helplessly.
"The white version of me would stay tense even after three thousand, or even six thousand years. I finally got to turn black for once, and it won't affect humanity's foundation no matter what. Why can't I take a little vacation?"
"Besides, wanting to fight for victory