“Yes. My Heroic Spirit is...”
Should he at least report to Faldeus truthfully?
“Watch out,” the Captain smirked from behind him, “Assassin’s got her eye on you.”
“...”
Sigma glanced at the mirror on the dressing table. He had a feeling that the shadows in one corner of the room were blacker than usual. Besides, while the “shadows” were not above deliberately withholding important information, they had never lied.
Thinking that he should eliminate as many hostile factors as possible, Sigma pretended not to notice and answered matter-of-factly.
“...Chaplin. Lancer Charlie Chaplin. That’s the Heroic Spirit I summoned.”
“...Sorry, could you repeat that?”
“Lancer Charlie Chaplin. I will ascertain his Noble Phantasm and skills before long. I’ve determined that using a Command Seal to force him to talk is not a good strategy. Excuse me.”
Sigma switched off the earphone-shaped magical communicator and sighed.
“...Was that an ally you put trust in?”
“...You were here, Assassin?”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 4, Interlude ("Backstage at a Third-Rate Comedy")