Talking nonsense in a serious manner.
This was everyone's first reaction to the young man's remarks - naturally excluding Astolfo, as the knight in question had a different way of thinking than most people.
Astolfo is one of the twelve warriors who are loyal to Charlemagne, led by the paladin Roland who holds the holy sword Durandal. He has countless anecdotes and a large number of treasures, including rumors of subduing giants. He is a first-class handsome man, but he is also quite reckless, and it is said that even his rationality has evaporated.
Whether the rumor is true can be seen from the fact that Astolfo, who is obviously a man, appeared on the stage wearing cute women's clothing.
Now, this guy, who was the fruit of curiosity, was patting the young man's shoulder vigorously, expressing his admiration: "Too awesome, the assassin is really awesome, I also want to be such an assassin."
This caused everyone, including the young man, to break out in a cold sweat.
But if you think about it carefully, what the young man said is not completely unreasonable. After all, as long as the target is killed without revealing one's identity, it is considered assassination - it's just that a good assassin who doesn't show his identity in public is described in this way, why does it sound so incongruous
"Wait, assassin? Assassin?"
Coles, who was speechless, suddenly changed his expression, as if he thought of something.
"Sister, there was no additional spell when you summoned me. Are you some generation of Hassan Sabbah?"
"No, he's not Hassan." Danik quickly denied Colles' idea. "Except for the first generation of the old man in the mountain, whose real existence is unknown, the abilities and images of the other generations of Hassan have been exposed. And Hassan has a common feature, that is, when summoned, they wear a uniform skull mask. He didn't wear it, so it shouldn't be him. But Fiore clearly didn't add any additional spells, so how could she summon Assassin... Assassin, no, Sagara Leopard Horse!"
With Danic's intelligence, he should have discovered the problem at the first moment, but the collective summoning ceremony was too shocking. The subsequent activeness of Alstoff, Gold's withdrawal, and the series of nonsense by the nameless young man disrupted Danic's thoughts and made him forget a very important thing.
Hearing the name "Sagara Baoma", Fiore, Corles, Serenike, and Roger also reacted. According to the original plan of the Thousand World Tree Clan, the Assassin job was supposed to be summoned by the last master of the Thousand World Tree Clan, Sagara Baoma, who has not yet appeared, and Sagara Baoma also specially prepared a catalyst for this.
But now, Fiore has summoned Assassin, and the one that Sagara Baoma is going to summon only has the suitability of Assassin (and actually Kuang). If he continues to summon without knowing it, he can only randomly select the Servant based on the compatibility between the Master and the Servant, and that way the variables will be too great.
"Corles, contact Sagara immediately and ask him to stop summoning. Serenike, notify all compatriots and ask them to collect Lancer's catalyst at all costs."
"yes!"
The matter was urgent, so Koles and Serenike did not dare to delay and left the King's Room as quickly as possible.
Archer, whose real name was Chiron, followed Colles at a distance of three body lengths, and nodded to everyone before leaving.
The lively Rider seemed somewhat reluctant. If Serenike had not urged him repeatedly, he might have stayed here and refused to leave.
After the two pairs of masters and servants left, tonight's collective summoning ceremony also came to an end. Roger and his servant Black Caster quickly said goodbye and left, and Fiore had no intention of staying here any longer.
"Let's go too, Assassin."
"As you command, my Master." The Black Assassin bowed slightly to Danic and the Black Berserker on the throne, and naturally pushed Fiore's wheelchair out of the King's Room.
There was nothing special about Fiore's private room. Apart from the magic costumes displayed in the room, the rest of the furnishings were simpler than those of an ordinary young lady.
The simplicity here does not refer to the value of the items, but the decoration style. Compared with the boudoirs of noble ladies who pursue taste or style, Fiore's room is a little too plain and elegant. However, this does not damage Fiore's image, on the contrary, it makes her more unique and noble.
Here, Fiore began her first communication with the Servant.
"I am your Master. Please call me Fiore. Please take care of me."
The young man who appeared in the world as the Black Assassin gently took the hand that Fiore extended, lowered his head, and said in a gentle voice:
"Thank you, Fiore. And I'm sorry I can't tell you my real name."
"... "
Fiore fell silent, and her gaze on the young man's face became more confused.
"What's wrong?"
"Have you really forgotten your real name?"
"Yes." The young man let go of Fiore's hand and nodded seriously. "There are no problems with thinking and cognition. It's just that my real name and the memories related to it have become fuzzy. It seems that there will be no discovery in the short term."
"So, do you recognize this thing?" Fiore said, handing a box to the young man.
This was a piece of black metal fragment that looked very inconspicuous. She used this thing to summon the young man.
The young man picked up the stone, looked at it carefully for a while, and shook his head: "I have no impression. Is this something related to me?"
"The person who gave it to me said it was a fragment of a discus. The only mistake Perseus made in his life was related to it."
Legend has it that after Perseus became famous, his grandfather, King Acrisius of Argos, fled to another place because he was afraid of the oracle (Achrisius would be killed by the son born to his daughter Danae). Perseus happened to be there and participated in a tournament held there. Perseus picked up a discus and threw it out, and unfortunately the discus hit his grandfather.
The oracle came true, and Perseus regretted it for the rest of his life.
"Answer me, assassin, is your real name Perseus?"
Facing Fiore's expectant gaze, the young man was a little surprised, but still shook his head: "Unfortunately, I am not that great hero. I remember his deeds very clearly."
"Is that so—" Fiore's beautiful aqua eyes dimmed.
"Although I am not that great hero, I promise you that I will prove myself worthy of being your partner. I will show enough activity and achievements to not bring disgrace to your reputation. Please believe me, Fiore."
Perhaps she felt the young man's determination, or perhaps his gaze was too direct, Fiore lowered her head shyly.
"Okay, I'm looking forward to it, assassin."
"Well, Fiore, it's getting late, please have a good rest." A dark cloak appeared on the young man, and at the same time, the young man's figure became fainter and fainter.
"What about you? Do you want me to prepare a room for you?"
"We'll talk about that tomorrow. I plan to take a look around the area before daybreak. As an assassin, it's essential to be familiar with the terrain."
"Then I'll go with you. It will be more efficient if I lead the way." Fiore suggested.
"No need for that. Humans are not servants. Proper rest is necessary. Only when the Master is in good condition can the Servant exert his maximum strength. So, Fiore, you should go to bed now - let's take me to visit the castle after breakfast."
"I understand. Good night, assassin." Fiore did not insist and waved to the young man who was only a shadow left.
"Goodnight, Fiore."
The shadow passed through the room, across the balcony, and disappeared into the night.