Hassan of the Cursed Arm saying this naturally had his own reasoning.
Put yourself in his shoes.
The other side was human, yes, and indeed he had attempted to ambush a human, failed, and was even beaten down in return.
But…
The one who beat him down was a human who had defeated Knights of the Round Table and had even taken a direct hit from the Lion King's holy spear without dying.
What problem is there with that?
Three Knights of the Round Table had already been defeated, even the knight invincible under the sun, Gawain, had fallen. He was just a mere assassin, wasn't it reasonable for him to fail in a sneak attack?
Don't even ask whether the other side was human or not, just ask, was it reasonable or not?
Even the First Hassan himself would have nothing to say if he saw.
'That's right, did you think I, Hassan of the Cursed Arm, am stupid?'
'I am totally a man with a plan (smirking face).'
After the farce, the topic returned to the point.
Hassan of the Cursed Arm, knocked flat on the ground by Shirou, held his stomach, unwilling, "Damn it… that red-haired hungry ghost, is there truly no chance of victory against him?"
Shirou had a head full of black lines, "Red-haired hungry ghost, who the heck came up with that title?"
"Hmph!"
Hassan of the Cursed Arm wore an expression of defiance, as if he'd rather die than yield.
Roman took the opportunity to say over comms, ["Since you know our information, then there shouldn't be any misunderstanding, so…"]
If it had been anyone else speaking, Hassan of the Cursed Arm might have listened, but now, with his face hidden behind a mask, he spat out words dripping with displeasure and sharpness, "Shut up. A coward who only makes noise has no right to speak!"
Roman flailed in panic, ["Y-yes, sorry! … But calling me a coward is going too far, isn't it?"]
He covered his face and wept.
Olga Marie sighed, ["What's with you anyway? Why is it that every time a Servant sees you, they always call you a coward?"]
["Do they?"]
Shirou thought for a moment, "Sir Bedivere hasn't called him that, right?"
Bedivere explained kindly, "That's because, through this special magical medium, the transmitted voice made me feel he must be a person of great wisdom."
["Uuuuh… finally, a Servant who understands me."]
Roman wept tears of joy.
Shirou swallowed his words.
Only just then did he recall, Bedivere wasn't a Servant, but a living human.
"In any case."
Hassan of the Cursed Arm remained firm, "I absolutely will not allow you into this village!"
"Please wait, Old Man of the Mountain."
The woman carrying Rushd stepped forward, speaking with respect and sincerity, "Lord Shirou is my savior… along with the knight and Lady Fujimaru Ritsuka, who have protected us all the way without asking for any payment… Therefore, I can swear upon my faith that they absolutely bear no ill will!"
"You are?", The instant Hassan saw the woman, his voice beneath the mask grew filled with shock, "Salia, how could it be!"
"Right, because of the Lion King's judgment, huh?"
Hassan quickly understood the cause and effect, his tone turning complicated, "Never thought you would also be among them."
The red-haired hungry ghost was simply too terrifying, making him overlook these refugees.
"Uncle," Rushd also obediently called out.
"Rushd has grown so big already," Hassan sighed.
"What's going on?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka cautiously approached Shirou, "Senpai, it seems like they know each other?"
"I see."
The great genius Da Vinci immediately grasped it, "You had thought this far ahead already, hadn't you?"
["Leonardo?"], Olga Marie was puzzled at Da Vinci's words.
Da Vinci looked at Shirou meaningfully,."That woman and her child, you deliberately brought them along to us, right? Truly impressive, Fujimaru. Your senior Emiya has gone to great pains for your sake."
"What do you mean?", Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind failed to keep up.
"Could it be…", Mash faintly guessed.
"You're correct, Mash."
Da Vinci folded her arms, her voice fervent as she explained, "Bringing the two of them along… considering that Assassin's attitude toward them, so long as we traveled smoothly, our contact with the villagers can already be considered practically a success…"
"Isn't that so, Emiya Shirou?", She asked in a confirming tone.
"….", Shirou was silent for a moment, "Would you believe me if I said I hadn't thought that far ahead myself?"
"You really are humble."
Bedivere earnestly said, "Mr. Shirou, I never thought your wisdom would also be so exceptional. If there had been someone like you by the King's side back then, Britain might have looked completely different."
Shirou: "I…"
"Senpai!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka angrily put her hands on her hips, "Don't be so modest anymore! I didn't even know you'd helped me this much. Seriously, how can there be someone like you, doing good deeds without seeking anything in return?"
"Exactly!", Mash also nodded angrily, "Senpai, you've gone too far!!"
"….", Shirou fell silent.
'Save me, I've run into delusional maniacs, and no matter how much effort I put in, I can't win!'
["So then, the situation should be basically secure now, right?
Roman said uncertainly.
Before long, Hassan of the Cursed Arm came back over, visibly displeased, "Salia has explained everything to me. Refugees we can take in, and as for the red-haired hungry ghost… since he opposes the Lion King and for Lord Arash's sake, letting him stay and fight isn't a problem either."
"But you all."
Hassan pointed at Bedivere and Mash, "Our village will absolutely never take in Knights of the Round Table."
"Honorable Assassin," Bedivere stepped forward, full of sincerity, "We are not the same as the Knights of the Round Table of the Holy Capital. To be precise, we don't even count as Knights of the Round Table."
"I won't believe the sophistry of despicable outsiders!"
Hassan of the Cursed Arm huffed arrogantly, "Unless you can show proof."
"Of course we can."
[Roman quickly said, "We're from the Chaldea Security Organization—"]
"Shut up, coward, you have no right to speak here!", Hassan of the Cursed Arm roared.
Roman shut up instantly.
Fujimaru Ritsuka facepalmed, and only after personally explaining were they finally allowed to pass.
"Then I'll trouble Lord Arash to guide them."
Hassan said, "I need to prepare food, clothing, shelter for a large number of people… the group is rather big, I don't know if we can finish today."
"Leave it to me," Arash responded heartily.
After Hassan vanished, he turned with a smile, greeting both Shirou and Bedivere at once, "You two, we meet again."
"Didn't think Lord Arash would also be here," Bedivere said in surprise.
"Haha, I'm also one of those helping out in this village."
Arash smiled, then said admiringly, "Shirou, you really have made quite a name for yourself. Right now, outside the Holy Capital, apart from the Sun King and the Knights of the Round Table, yours is the most famous name."
Arash quipped with humor, "Red-haired hungry ghost, you've practically become the nemesis of the Knights of the Round Table."
Shirou's mouth twitched, "Thanks, but can you tell me who came up with that title? I really need to 'thank' them properly."
The word thank was almost bitten out through his teeth.
At this point, Arash only smiled and kept silent.
On the road toward the village, they exchanged information.
Arash learned of Fujimaru Ritsuka's origins.
Meanwhile, Shirou also heard from Salia about her relationship with the Eastern village.
Salia had grown up in the village, but later left for certain reasons.
As for Hassan of the Cursed Arm belonging to this era, that Shirou had long since heard about.
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