Based off of Dahmiel's draft and with his permission.
Uses some sources from DanMemo although I don't actually play that game
Update 1: Fixed skill count.
Update 2: Fixed incorrect skill info
Update 3+++: Fixed some skills description, again
Update 4: Fixed sentencing
Chapter 1:
"Gah! I'm so exhausted today!"
Hestia, the Goddess of the Hearth, staggered through the doors of the abandoned church, weariness etched across her face. She couldn't help but grumble inwardly at Hephaestus for evicting her from her Familia's home due to her freeloading tendencies. Thankfully, the Goddess of Smithing had arranged a job and a place to stay, hence her current residence in the abandoned church.
The church itself may not have been the epitome of habitability, but its basement proved to be a hidden gem. Tidy and surprisingly homely, it offered Hestia a cozy sanctuary within its walls. Equipped with the luxury of a functional shower and running water, it provided a semblance of comfort amidst the otherwise dilapidated surroundings.
As Hestia made her way towards the door leading to the basement, a glimmer caught her eye amidst the shadows.
"Huh?"
There, resting upon the church altar, sat a solitary golden goblet. Its radiant cup delicately kissed by the gentle descent of sunlight, casting a subtle glow in the dim surroundings.
"Who left this here?" Hestia questioned herself, her curiosity piqued as she approached the gleaming goblet. With every step closer, she could feel a faint, yet unmistakable divine energy radiating from its surface. "Wait, an artifact?! What is it doing here?!"
Artifacts, objects of divine origin created by the gods themselves. Throughout history, a few of these artifacts had found their way into the mortal realm, often causing chaos and upheaval. Hestia recalled the story of Prometheus, a Goddess who had dropped such an artifact into the mortal world, only to be spared punishment by Zeus due to her feminine charm.
Knowing the potential trouble that possessing an artifact could bring upon the responsible God or Goddess, Hestia hesitated. Someone had intentionally placed this artifact within her humble abode, and she had no desire to attract unnecessary attention or retribution from the divine realm.
"Ahhhh! I'm innocent! I'm being framed!" Hestia exclaimed in a panic, her mind racing with thoughts of how to prove her innocence. She hovered anxiously around the altar, torn between leaving the goblet untouched or attempting to move it. "Grrrr! What did I do to deserve this?!" Fatigue and irritation seeped into Hestia's voice as she snatched up the goblet and gave it an exasperated shake. "All I wanted was to find a new member for my Familia and enjoy reading books!"
Hestia had been drawn to the mortal realm not only by her desire to seek potential followers but also by her love for the stories and literature crafted by its inhabitants. She was, in her own way, a hedonist, although she knew that many of her fellow Gods surpassed her in terms of indulgence.
The goblet seemed to respond to Hestia's unintentional activation, glowing with an intense brilliance. Startled, she quickly released the relic, but to her surprise, it remained suspended in mid-air, defying gravity. The golden hue of the goblet transformed into a mesmerizing blend of fiery red and shimmering yellow sparks, as a captivating glyph materialized before Hestia, pulsating with otherworldly energy.
"Wait! No, no! I didn't mean to activate it! Damn iiiiiiit!" Hestia exclaimed; frustration evident in her voice as she realized the unintended consequences of her actions.
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Several years had passed since Bell's grandfather had departed from this world, leaving behind a legacy of memories and aspirations. With a heavy heart, Bell found himself rummaging through his grandfather's belongings, his hands gently touching the items that held fragments of their shared past. As he sifted through the mementos, his resolve solidified, and he made a firm decision.
"Tomorrow... I will embark on the path to fulfill my dreams of becoming a hero, grandfather," Bell whispered to himself, his voice tinged with anticipation. The memory of his grandfather's parting words echoed in his mind, reminding him of the importance of resolve in this undertaking.
Nestled in the embrace of a secluded village hidden amidst the majestic mountains, Bell's childhood was steeped in the enchanting narratives woven by his beloved grandfather. With wide-eyed wonder, he listened intently to tales of valor and heroism, hanging onto every word as if they were fragments of pure magic. Among the myriad legends that graced his eager ears, it was the peculiar and captivating story of Argonaut that captured Bell's heart.
Despite its unconventional nature, more akin to a comedic tragedy than a sweeping epic, the exploits of Argonaut left an indelible mark on Bell's impressionable mind.
With his mind brimming with the tales he had absorbed, Bell yearned for the chance to prove himself, to make a name for himself in the labyrinth city of Orario. It was there, amidst the bustling labyrinth and the intricate web of adventurers, that he believed his destiny awaited.
Tomorrow, armed with the memories of his beloved grandfather and a heart ablaze with determination, Bell Cranel would embark on his journey, ready to carve his own path and forge a legacy of his own.
Little did Bell know that fate had its own intricate designs, ready to unveil a twist in his path. As the air crackled with an intense fiery red, entwined with mesmerizing sparks of yellow, a phenomenon unfolded around him, shrouding him in its enigmatic embrace.
"Eh?! Wha-?!" Bell exclaimed, his voice trailing off in surprise and bewilderment.
The kaleidoscope of colors enveloped him, their ethereal touch transcending the boundaries of his understanding. In that fleeting moment, Bell felt a profound connection, a merging of memories not his own. The memories belonged to another, a figure whose resemblance to Bell was uncanny. Within the depths of his mind, Bell recognized the source of these foreign recollections.
It was the memories of Argonaut, the hero whose tales had enchanted him since his childhood. The realization swept over him, leaving him breathless and yet exhilarated.
"Hahaha! Who would have thought that I would be so audacious?" A voice resonated within Bell's thoughts, a voice tinged with a playful and mischievous charm. Bell's gaze lifted, locking eyes with an older version of himself—Argonaut in all his charismatic glory. The hero extended his hand towards Bell, a knowing smile dancing upon his lips. "Come, my young reincarnation! The Gods beckon for an encore! It's time for our second act!"
Overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the moment, Bell's hand reached out, hesitantly intertwining with Argonaut's. As their connection solidified, the boundaries between two distinct lives blurred, merging into a single existence.
Then, in a blinding flash of light, they vanished, leaving behind nothing but echoes of their presence.
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Hestia shielded her eyes, momentarily blinded by the intense brilliance of the glyph. As her vision gradually adjusted, a figure materialized before her, captivating her attention. With his white hair cascading to the right, partially veiling his forehead, and bangs framing his face, he emanated a charismatic aura. His ruby eyes sparkled with mischief and determination.
He was dressed in a black tunic with an uneven white vest, complemented by a flowing black cape. His arms and shoulders were adorned with golden armor, and golden greaves and sabatons adorned his legs. Over his shoulder, a blazing red fire magic sword rested, while a yellow spirit sword was embedded in the ground, emanating an electrifying aura.
"Let your sorrows and troubles find their end here, my master!" the white-haired boy declared with confidence. "For I am Saver, your loyal Servant, albeit a Pseudo-Servant." He blinked rapidly, attempting to clear his vision. A hint of worry crossed his face. "Why was the light so blinding? I can barely see! Have I been blinded again?"
"A Spirit..." Hestia uttered with a hint of astonishment.
The sheer aura that was briefly emanating from the figure before her hinted at a formidable presence, not that of a lesser Spirit.
"Please give me a moment, master," he requested, his voice slightly strained.
The white-haired boy rubbed his eyes with the hand that held the fiery magic sword, unknowingly releasing a cascade of embers that ignited the old wooden pews nearby.
Hestia's eyes widened in panic as she witnessed the flickering embers ignite the old wooden pews, setting them ablaze. "Oh no! Fire! Fire!"
"Worry not, master! My Fire Magic Sword may be powerful, but I have great..." Argonaut trailed off as he finished rubbing his eyes, only to see Hestia desperately trying to extinguish the flames engulfing the pews. His eyes widened in alarm. "Waaah! Fire! We have to put it out!"
And so, amidst the chaos of the blazing flames, the curtain rose on the second act, featuring the unlikely duo of the Goddess of the Hearth and the Heroic Spirit who wielded fire and lightning. Together, they fervently fought against the inferno, their contrasting powers combining in a desperate attempt to quell the flames and restore order to the abandoned church.
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"So, who sent you?" Hestia towered over the white-haired Spirit, her divine presence bearing down on him with intimidating force.
Argonaut, still prostrating before her, felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead as he sensed the weight of her divinity pressing upon him.
"N-no one actually sent me, master," he stammered, his voice filled with trepidation.
"Calling me 'master' won't change the fact that you nearly sent both of us back to Heaven because of your carelessness," Hestia's expression turned stern and intense, sending shivers down Argonaut's spine. "Me, the Goddess of the Hearth, entrusted with safeguarding the Eternal Torch, and you, with your control over fire and lightning. Do you have any idea how long it took for me to gain permission to enter the lower world? If I were to be sent back now because of a fire, I would be a laughing stock up there, a disgrace!"
Argonaut, maintaining his prostrated position, looked up at Hestia with a contrite expression. His eyes met hers, and a playful spark glinted within his ruby orbs.
"Ah, fair and radiant Goddess of the Hearth," he began, his voice carrying a charming tone and a touch of eloquence. "Please accept my deepest apologies for my momentary lapse in control. I am but a servant of fire and lightning, always at the whims of their passionate dance." He couldn't help but let his gaze wander, appreciating Hestia's captivating beauty. His words flowed with a hint of flirtation, though not without sincerity. "Your divine presence, so captivating and enchanting, would surely inspire even the most composed souls to falter in the face of such radiance. Alas, my reckless actions have tarnished this sacred space, a transgression I deeply regret."
Argonaut's words, though charming, carried a genuine sense of remorse. He sought to appease the Goddess, using his charismatic nature to alleviate the tension between them.
Hestia's expression remained unyielding, her divine discernment detecting no falsehood in Argonaut's words. While his elegant speech and charisma had their charm, they did not sway her judgment. She crossed her arms, her divine presence radiating authority.
"Fancy words, but that won't impress me," Hestia stated firmly, her divine authority underscoring her words. "Flattery and admiration hold no weight if they are not accompanied by genuine actions and responsible behavior. So, let me ask you my next question." With a slight flick of her wrist, she dangled the golden goblet before Argonaut. "Who put this artifact in my house?"
Argonaut's eyes widened slightly as he beheld the gleaming artifact in Hestia's grasp. He contemplated his response for a moment, his charismatic demeanor wavering as he gathered his thoughts.
"I must confess, my dear master, that the origins of this artifact remain unknown to me," Argonaut replied with an elegant bow. "While I have knowledge and expertise in various matters involving this particular artifact, the circumstances surrounding it eludes even my understanding. I was in a dormant state, awaiting its call that would awaken me."
Hestia narrowed her eyes in slight frustration, her initial suspicions gradually subsiding as she recognized the sincerity in Argonaut's words. She let out a sigh, realizing that he was indeed being truthful. Lowering the artifact, she decided to shift her focus to a more direct inquiry.
"You can drop the flattery," Hestia remarked, her tone softening slightly. "What is your true name, Spirit?"
"I am the hero known as the Clown, the Fool, the Blind Poet," he declared, rising from his prostrated position with grace. With an elegant bow, he introduced himself, his charismatic aura shining through. "The Hero of the Beginning, Argonaut!" As he straightened up, a hint of bashfulness crossed his features, and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "But I am also named Bell Cranel, my current incarnation. You could say that Bell's personality has fused with his previous reincarnation, me, Argonaut."
"That shouldn't be possible!" Hestia exclaimed; her voice tinged with worry. "The cycle of mortal reincarnation is meant to send their souls up for cleansing and then back down. How can this artifact disrupt such a fundamental process?" She stared at the golden goblet in her hand, contemplating its implications. "If this thing is meddling with the reincarnation cycle, I'm in serious trouble!"
As panic gripped her, Hestia's mind raced through the consequences she might face. She clutched her head in distress, envisioning the wrath of the heavens and the ramifications of her involvement. The strain was evident on her face.
"Ah! It's not exactly like that!" Argonaut interjected swiftly, trying to alleviate Hestia's anxiety. "The artifact, the Grail, as I recall... It stores the essence and personality of a character from their tale, becoming an embodiment of that story. In my case, I believe I was summoned as a Pseudo-Servant because my soul has already reincarnated and was naturally drawn to it."
"That still violates the fundamental laws!" Hestia pointed out, "Argh! Forget it!" She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "For now, it seems like the artifact has run out of power." The Grail, as it was called, now appeared as nothing more than a regular object. However, having used it, Hestia felt a lingering connection to it, sensing that its power would gradually return. "What a mess... Alright, so you're truly Argonaut himself. Now, enlighten me. What's your purpose? What exactly is a Servant, or in your case, a Pseudo-Servant?"
"Of course, master! How would you prefer me to explain it?" Argonaut's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Shall I provide a detailed account or a more concise summary?"
Hestia let out a tired sigh. "Let's start with a brief explanation, please. It's been a long day for me, and my mind can only handle so much right now. If I have any more questions, we can dive into the details later."
"Of course, my dear master. Allow me to provide you with a concise explanation. In essence, a Servant is a heroic spirit summoned to fulfill a specific role or purpose. They are powerful entities, often derived from legends, myths, or historical figures. These heroic spirits possess extraordinary abilities and skills that make them formidable in battle. As for a Pseudo-Servant, it is a unique case where the spirit of a mortal, such as myself, merges with the essence of a Servant, combining their strengths and attributes. In my case, as the Pseudo-Servant of Argonaut, I possess his memories, abilities, and experiences, fused with my own mortal existence as Bell Cranel. It allows me to tap into the power of a legendary hero while retaining my individuality as a human. Does that provide you with a sufficient overview, or would you like me to delve deeper into any specific aspect?"
"No, that's enough for now," Hestia replied, pinching her forehead in frustration. "My mind can only handle so much at the moment. But I do have one more question. You introduced yourself as Saver. Why is that?"
"That is the name of my Servant Class," Argonaut explained proudly. "Each Servant is classified into different classes based on their abilities, attributes, and skills. The Class of Saver, in particular, is a prestigious and rare designation. We Saver Servants are known as 'Messiah'-type Servants, carefully selected from the annals of history and legends." He pointed to himself with a hint of excitement. "The qualifications to become a Saver are shrouded in mystery because there are very few individuals who fit the mold. It is a unique honor and a testament to the exceptional nature of my existence. You have indeed obtained a rare and extraordinary Servant, master!"
Hestia leaned back in her seat. A dull and exasperation look crossing her face. She glanced up at the ceiling, as if seeking answers from the divine above.
"So... I rolled an UR character?" she murmured to herself, using the gaming term to describe an ultra-rare character. Her frustration grew, and she flailed her arms in irritation. "This isn't what I had in mind when I wanted to recruit a member for my Familia!" Her voice carried a mix of annoyance and resignation. "All I wanted was a reliable, ordinary person to join my ranks, not some legendary hero with extraordinary powers! My Familia is practically non-existent! The others will surely seek to dismantle my Familia the moment they find out!"
Hestia's frustration was indeed understandable, as the divine beings, driven by their eternal boredom, often sought excitement and extraordinary occurrences in the mortal realm. They willingly descended from the heavens, sealing their divine powers, in order to experience the full spectrum of mortal life and witness the potential of their children's abilities and talents.
Argonaut gracefully slid over, gently seating Hestia on his lap. He soothingly rubbed her back and tenderly patted her head, offering comfort in his touch.
"There, there, master," he reassured her with a warm smile. "Fear not, for I, Argonaut, shall forever remain your faithful Servant. No Gods or Goddesses can deny me that privilege."
"Muh! Don't try to take advantage of me," Hestia huffed, leaning against Argonaut's chest. "Wait a second, aren't you considered the weakest hero among all the grand tales told out there?"
"Ah, my dear master, you see, strength is not solely measured by physical prowess or the grandeur of one's tale. While it is true that my own tale may not be as renowned as some others, it has inspired and touched the hearts of those who sought a different kind of heroism. Through fate, I gathered a band of heroes, each with their own dreams and aspirations, and together, we set out to forge our own legends! We stood tall against adversity and inspired others to do the same. I may not possess the power of the mightiest heroes of old, but I stand here before you, your unwavering Servant. I pledge to protect and support you with every fiber of my being. My strength lies not just in my swords, but in the bonds, I've forged and the inspiration I carry. Together, we can defy expectations and carve a path that is uniquely ours!"
"Your eloquence certainly matches that of the more flamboyant deities," she remarked, her voice lacking enthusiasm. "I suppose this can work in my favor too, as it means you won't stand out too much in terms of strength." She cast a quick glance back at him. "Furthermore, your undetectable spirit aura and your altered mortal body make it convenient for me to pass you off as my first child for my Familia without raising suspicion."
Though they would need to exercise caution around deities with specific domains and those who possess keen perception, lest they draw unwanted attention.
"I would be honored to join your Familia, oh Goddess of mine," Argonaut said with a warm smile.
"Very well. Then remove your shirt," Hestia commanded.
Argonaut's expression turned blank, and then quickly flushed with embarrassment. "Wha-wha-what?!"
"Oh? What a pure expression you have," Hestia observed, a smug smile playing on her lips. It seemed she had found some leverage over him. "Come on, take it off."
"W-wait! I'm not ready!" Argonaut stammered, his flustered reaction a reflection of Bell's naivety and timidity compared to Argonaut's. "I'm not ready to lose it!"
"I hope you're referring to your shirt," Hestia interjected, sensing that the situation was veering into dangerous territory. "Because I'll have you know, I am one of the esteemed Virgin Goddesses, a member of the revered Big Three!"
Argonaut's eyes widened in realization, his face turning even redder. "O-of course, my apologies, master! I didn't mean to imply anything else!"
"That's a lie! We deities can tell if a child is lying!"
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After bestowing the Falna upon Argonaut, or Bell as he would be known in the public, Hestia focused her gaze on the glowing status etched on his back. The Falna on his back, a divine blessing that granted enhanced abilities and served as a testament to his growth, now adorned him with a display of his current status and achievements.
However, being a newly blessed member, Argonaut's status was mostly empty, with only his Skill and Magic section showing any significant information.
Argonaut/Bell Cranel
Level 1
STR: I0
END: I0
DEX: I0
AGI: I0
MAG: I0
{Magic}
Heaven's Roar: Unlocks the true might of the Sword of Thunder, enabling the wielder to use freeform lightning magic.
Blazing Glory: Unlocks the full might of the Fire Magic Sword, granting the caster the ability to wield freeform fire magic.
Awakening Spirits: Unleashes the dormant potential of both the Sword of Thunder and Fire Magic Sword, amplifying their powers to their fullest extent and empowers user and allies' abilities.
{Skill}
Charisma: Saver Class Skill. Enables the use of Charm. Its effectiveness fluctuates based on various factors. Enhances leadership capabilities, allowing the user to command with greater skill and bolstering the performance of allies in battles.
Counter Hero: Saver Class Skill. Significantly weakens the abilities of opponents considered 'heroes.' If the opponent is not considered a 'hero,' their capabilities will still be moderately to minimally diminished.
Joker: Adapts the Servant Class, skills, and abilities in accordance with prevailing conditions. When no specific conditions are met, the Servant Class and skills default to Saver or Pretender.
Aldarethil: The user's presence evokes heroic inspiration, enhancing the growth of allies who are inspired. The potency of the effect is determined by the intensity of the allies' inspiration. The user's own growth are bolstered in accordance with their own level of resolution and is immune to Charms.
Ignitrum Manifestation: Amplifies the user's inherent affinity and resilience towards fire and lightning. The user gains mastery in manipulating those elemental properties.
Fortuna: Occasionally grants unpredictable advantages and favorable outcomes in various situations.
Dear Argonaut: Increase user's abilities corresponding to the lives touched and inspired by the user's deeds. May trigger instinctual memories and emotions in those connected to the user's past lives.
"... I really did roll an UR character," Hestia muttered in stunned silence.
She couldn't believe her eyes as she observed the status screen displaying Argonaut's remarkable attributes. It was unprecedented for a level 1 individual to possess a full magic slot and seven skills already. Moreover, some of these skills were truly extraordinary.
"Isn't it great, master?" Argonaut asked, his voice filled with enthusiasm and a hint of pride. However, Hestia's attention remained fixated on one particular skill, leaving her too preoccupied to fully appreciate his excitement.
"W-what is this?! Charm?!" Hestia's voice trembled as she pointed at his Charisma skill. "Mortals aren't supposed to have that skill! Only certain Gods and Goddesses possess such abilities!"
Charm, typically reserved for certain deities, was a skill associated with their divine nature. Mortals were not known to possess such abilities. The realization that her child had a skill that resembled a weaker form of Charm sent a wave of panic through Hestia. Imagining the reaction of others in her Familia upon discovering this unconventional skill caused her distress. What would her fellow deities think if they discovered her child possessed a skill that's a water downed Charm ability?
"Please, master, calm yourself," Argonaut implored, his voice filled with concern.
Hestia, still overwhelmed by her thoughts, continued to express her distress. "My title as one of the big three Virgin Goddesses will be called into question because of this skill!" She tightly held her head, her body swaying slightly from the mounting fatigue and anxiety. "I need to talk to Hephaestus and find a way to lock and conceal your Falna!"
Hestia slumped forward, unintentionally falling on top of Argonaut, her chest pressing against his head. His face turned a bright shade of red as he struggled to free himself and attend to her unconscious form.
"G-goddess!" he squeaked, his voice filled with both concern and embarrassment. "Master, stay with me!"
With a weak voice, Hestia murmured, "A-Argo..." Her stomach growled, interrupting her words. "My Jagamarukun."
Confused, Argonaut asked, "Your Jaga- what?"
Hestia weakly pointed towards a small basket filled with potato croquettes. "My dinner..."
Understanding dawned on Argonaut, and he simply replied, "Oh."
/-/
"Listen carefully, Argonaut!" Hestia sternly lectured the Heroic Spirit. "Under no circumstances should you reveal your true identity or any of your skills unless I explicitly permit it."
"I understand, master!" Argonaut replied, his tone serious and obedient.
"Furthermore, I forbid you from engaging in flirtatious encounters with girls. I do not want my Familia to be known for harboring a playboy!" Hestia paused, studying Argonaut for a moment before adding, "Although, I doubt you would get very far with your advances, considering your complete lack of defense if they were to flirt back, not to mention the potential recoil damage from such interactions."
Argonaut's cheeks flushed slightly, "Yes, master. I will be cautious."
"That reminds me!" Hestia wagged her finger at him. "I don't want to be addressed as 'master.' No Goddess, no Lady Hestia, just Hestia will do."
"Of course, Hestia. Whatever you say," he replied with a charming smile.
"Don't try to charm me." Hestia warned, pinching his cheeks.
"What happens next?" Argonaut inquired, rubbing his face where Hestia had pinched him.
"I can already feel the anxiety building up just thinking about you walking around in public," Hestia sighed. "But first, you'll need to register yourself at the Guild. I'll speak to my employer and request to start work later in the day so that I can accompany you. Let's just hope you don't cause too much of a scene."
She glanced at the sheet of paper containing his basic abilities, being savvy enough to omit the details of Argonaut's magic and skills. She knew that the Guild only required adventurers to provide their level unless there was a specific need for additional information. Adhering to Argonaut's level and basic abilities would be sufficient for standard procedures without revealing too much.
"Thank you, dear Hestia, for your unwavering guidance and support," Argonaut spoke with gratitude, his words carrying a touch of elegance. "In this vast and unpredictable world, you have bestowed upon me a purpose, a home, and the opportunity to embark on a new journey. I shall remain eternally grateful for the chance to serve under your divine banner and fulfill my role as a member of your esteemed Familia. Our path be filled with triumphs and glory!"
"You're going to draw unnecessary attention to us, and as the weakest Familia out there, we'll become easy targets," Hestia retorted, sliding the paper onto the table. She rose from her seat and stretched, a tired expression on her face. "Let's put this aside for now and get some rest. We'll start fresh tomorrow. Come along, we'll get you a toothbrush and find a place to sleep."
"Where will I be sleeping?"
"With me, of course," Hestia responded nonchalantly.
"W-w-why?!" Argonaut yelped, his voice reflecting Bell's shy and innocent nature.
"Why not?" Hestia replied with a mischievous grin, leaving Argonaut flustered and lost for words.
The deities of Danmachi are like players alright. Especially in the light novels. They use a lot of modern terms.
Argonaut!Bell's Noble Phantasm:
Thinking about it. Retconning the previous one since it's not always weapons.
Why is Argonaut!Bell a Saver Pseudo-Servant and NOT Saber despite using two swords?
Well, the story flat out stated Argonaut was not a talented fighter. He relied on his charisma and trickery to get ahead of him, but isn't all that bad in combat once he got his weapons. He inspired others to become heroes or to act and help others. He is responsible for 'saving the world' and his influence continued even after his death. As such, his traits and influence made him better suited for Saver than Saber. In my opinion, at least
The Saver class skill of Charisma suits him so well. Counter-Hero as well since he has messed around with heroes and mostly got away unharmed.
That said, he'll be able to 'switch class' thanks to his skill, allowing him to 'pretend' being others like he once did.