Assassin's door opened automatically before Fujimaru Ritsuka knocked on the door.
In a gray, emotionless room, a pitch-black man is wearing cloth, with his body hunched, standing in a posture similar to that of prostrate. If you look carefully, you will find that he is actually kneeling, but because of his rickety body, he is standing.
The height issue gives people a strange feeling.
As a member of the Hassan clan who is proficient in aura hiding and assassination techniques, detecting aura is basic. As a master of hiding aura, he can also easily detect other people's disguises.
When people came to the door, he didn't even need the help of his followers. He could tell the difference just by relying on his instinctive hearing.
So, before knocking on the door, I opened the door.
"Your Majesty the Magician, welcome to Assassin Hassan Sabah."
His respectful attitude made people feel that he was really a very polite servant.
It's completely different from how it was in Fuyuki.
"Um... no, there's no need to be so reserved! I'm actually not a great person."
This was the first time for Fujimaru Ritsuka to be called a magician [Your Highness], and he couldn't help but feel a little happy. Who doesn't like to be respected?
However, just being respected by others without having the talents to match it will make people feel embarrassed.
"No, it's not ability. Facing the dilemma of disappearing in the future, having the courage to stand up is worthy of respect in itself. You can be proud of it."
Hassan said this and lowered his head again.
"It is really not what I want to do with the body of a sinner who once attacked you. However, for the sake of saving the world, I beg you to be generous. Assassin is willing to offer his loyalty to you."
He said it seriously, with no hint of joking in his tone.
Hassan now gives people an old-fashioned and rational feeling, which is completely different from the feeling in Fuyuki.
Not to mention Fujimaru Ritsuka, even a cautious person like Yagi Yukisai felt something was wrong and muttered: "Could it be a different person?"
"The name of Hassan-Sabah is a name of inheritance. The leaders of the religious sect in the past generations who have extraordinary abilities are all named Hassan-Sabah. Indeed, this name corresponds to eighteen...no, nineteen
Hassan. But, it is indeed me who started the war with Fuyuki."
The man who looked like a shadow lowered his head even more.
"Well, no, you don't have to speak so respectfully! Well, actually, I came here today just to have a casual chat with Mr. Assassin, Hassan, and to deepen our understanding."
"Oh, I see."
Hassan responded and stood up.
He is very tall and has a very thin body. His right hand is tightly wrapped with a thick black cloth, which is very thick, like a mallet. Of course, everyone knows that under the cloth, there is a red, long and terrifying
Strange hands.
Because of his appearance, coupled with the black cloak on his body and the white skull mask on his face, no matter how you look at him, he reminds people of ghosts and ghosts.
"So, what does Your Majesty the Magician want to know? Hassan knows everything."
"That...for example, for example..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little hesitant, not knowing what to ask. It was Mashu who asked first: "Excuse me, why did Mr. Hassan help us this time?"
Matthew's attitude was a bit unfriendly, and it was rare to see her show such an expression of hostility and caution.
After all, her character is such that she is a very docile little girl and has the image of a good girl.
There is only one reason that could make her show such hostility.
Hassan once tried to assassinate her respected senior. This was enough to make Mashu wary of him.
"Are you asking me... my wish?"
Hassan pondered for a moment and sorted out his words.
"If I must say it...I want [Name]."
He said something that was difficult to understand.
"As Hassan, I am not a great being. There are many Hassan who are better than me. As an ordinary person, I also want to be one of Hassan. But the price... is this."
Hassan tapped his mask.
Obviously, the white skull mask is not [worn on]. You can see the ring made of bones, fixing the white skull mask and the dark head together.
If this is a mask, then the size of the facial organs is too abnormal.
There's only one possible explanation...
In order to wear this skull mask, he...cut off his own face.
As for the reason, he felt that that kind of thing was very boring and too bloody for girls, so I'm afraid it wouldn't be popular with them.
"I lost [myself] and was reborn as [Hassan]. However, one day in the future... I regretted it. I wanted to take back my [identity] as a human being. I longed to restore my reputation. And I
Judgment, if human principles are cut off, I will not be able to leave my name in human history. Can such selfish desires be understood by you?"
"To...get my identity back?"
Ma Xiu frowned and chewed on this sentence. She fell silent and did not continue to ask questions.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at him, then at Mashu, and finally asked Yagi Sekssai:
"Well, Yagi-senpai, what should we do?"
"What else can we do? I think there is no problem. I believe in Chaldea's summoning system. If it is a servant that is completely contrary to our wishes, he probably will not respond to the summons. How about trying to trust him?"
"Thank you, Your Highness the unknown swordsman."
"My name is Yagi Yukisai."
"Yes, Your Highness Yagi."
Assassin Hassan said respectfully and humbly. This low posture made it difficult for the three of them to talk. It seemed as if he was bullying others.
"Matthew Kirilet."
Matthew also expressed his attitude by exchanging names, at least he would not be so wary of him.
"Thank you, Your Highness Mashu."
Because he had always been so respectful, it was difficult for everyone to say anything. It felt like everything they said was forcing him to question him. After confirming that he was trustworthy, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to leave.
"Your Majesty the Magician - If you need to use me, Hassan Sabah, [Hassan the Cursed Wrist] in the future, please inform me as soon as possible. I, the old man in the mountain, will always be waiting for orders in the shadows.
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He said this respectfully, his figure shrunk, and a cloud of dark gas seemed to rise from his body. His whole body merged with the shadows of everyone under the shadow light and disappeared!
Seeing such a miraculous hidden technique, the three of them shuddered. If Hassan, the cursed wrist, had tried to attack everyone just now, I'm afraid he really wouldn't have been able to catch him.
Fujimaru Ritsuka shuddered quietly and quickly left Hassan's room.