What food could a high school student make? In the United States, it was instant cereal—just add milk and it was ready to eat.
At the dining table, Blonde Hero ate the stuff without complaint, though judging by his expression, he was hardly in a good mood.
As he ate the junk food, he introduced himself in a less-than-pleasant tone:
"You were pretty lucky to summon me, but I'm not the type for direct combat. My class is Assassin. For convenience, you can call me Lecherous Hero or Blonde Hero. My specialties are stealth and stealing other people's wives."
Pipi: "???"
It was as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head. The young boy truly could not see what use that specialty had. It seemed he had no advantage at all in the Holy Grail War.
It was like everyone else had guns while he only had a banana. Wasn't that just serving himself up on a platter?
He suddenly remembered that toy car had been a secondhand one he bought from another kid years ago. Wasn't that a kind of NTR too?
Seeing his stunned reaction, Blonde Hero did not care. After finishing his cereal, he stood up and dusted off his backside.
"Let's go, my useless Master. The war starts in three hours. We need to go make some preparations, at least gather intelligence. Where's your family's armory?"
"What? You said an armory? My family doesn't have anything like that." Pipi came back to his senses and shook his head repeatedly. His family was made up of law-abiding people. Although his father had a handgun for self-defense, calling it an armory was a stretch.
"Tch, you don't?" Blonde Hero sighed, shook his head, and looked at the boy with contempt. "And you call