Chapter 3
The Servant followed behind Illya as they navigated the grand hallways of the Einzbern ancestral home, with the two maids bringing up the rear. All the while, Berserker continued munching on black bean buns, never stopping even once, like she was a machine solely designed for the purpose of eating black bean buns. Actually, weren't there only four buns on the tray on the ground? She could've sworn that she'd only requested four black bean buns, but the Servant had already finished at least three and was munching on a fourth while she held another bun in her left hand. She turned around to look at her Servant, only to see her finish the fourth bun and reach into a hidden pocket in her coat and pull out a sixth bun, moving the fifth bun to her lips at the same time and starting the process of consuming it. At that point, Illya just decided to ignore it, treating it as a side-effect of Mad Enhancement. The bigger problem at hand was whether she was strong or not. Even though she didn't really care whether she won or not, she at least wanted to get revenge on the boy who had replaced her at her father's side. She'd take pleasure in making the boy suffer the loneliness and despair she had endured the past ten years through physical means, and having a Servant as an extra tool to achieve that didn't seem too bad. On the off chance that he was chosen as a Master, however unlikely that may be, her own Servant could decimate his Servant, or at least that was what she hoped for.
With doubts in her heart, she used her privileges as a Master to confirm Berserker's parameters and skills once more.
Class: Berserker
Master: Illyasviel von Einzbern
True Name: ?
Sex: Female
Height/Weight: 154cm 42kg
Alignment:
Strength: A
Mana: A+
Endurance: B
Luck: C
Agility: B
Noble Phantasm: A++
Class Abilities:
Mad Enhancement C
Altreactor A
Abilities:
∞ Black Bean Paste EX
Instinct C
Sovereign's Invisible Hand C
Noble Phantasm:
Cross-Calibur, Black Dragon Twinblade of Victory
Her eye twitched when she saw the reason behind the supply of black bean buns. In her mind, she flipped off her Servant with gusto. Still, she had to admit that her parameters were actually quite high, with unparalleled strength and mana, while her agility and endurance were decent as well. According to the records the Einzberns kept on past Servants, Artoria Pendragon, the Saber class servant her father had summoned, had similar levels of parameters as well, but Berserker's strength surpassed Artoria's. However, Artoria's A+ Luck was also massively superior to Berserker's, which could become an obstacle in the future. Still, luck only really factored into things like sure-kill Noble Phantasms that could only be dodged with a certain degree of luck, or at least that was what she was taught. But while not rare, it was still uncommon to see such Noble Phantasms in the Holy Grail War. If she was lucky, it could even be possible for none of the servants to have such a Noble Phantasm.
There were still a few things that she was unsure of, such as the class abilities and her Noble Phantasms. While their names were listed out, the finer details were somehow obscured. However, the biggest problem was that she didn't even know her True Name, so she couldn't tell if she might have some fatal weakness tied to her mythology that her enemies could capitalize on, or perhaps some trump card she could unlock with the right conditions. Her appearance was also quite strange, as she looked like a modern person with the clothes that she wore, defying the regular conventions of the Holy Grail War of exclusively summoning Heroic Spirits of the past.
"I'm from the future."
The emotionless voice shook her from her thoughts, actually making her let out a small squeak before she regained composure. Berserker simply continued to stare at her, her pale yellow eyes boring into Illya's ruby red pupils. Illya tried in vain to read her expression, but Berserker remained as unreadable as a statue, except for her mouth, which was still chewing away energetically. Giving up, she turned back around and continued walking towards the dining room where old man Acht, as she privately liked to call him, was waiting. Internally, her mind was in turmoil.
"How did she read my mind? I'm sure I have mental interference safeguards in my mind that would block any magus under the rank of Brand, yet she bypassed them so casually! But she isn't even a Caster, but a Berserker, so how did she do that? Maybe one of her skills lets her do that? Or perhaps she can also be summoned as a Caster as well, and retained her skills in spellcasting? But if that's the case-"
"A magus, I am not."
"What the!?" Illya yelled in her mind. She had just done it again, eavesdropping on her thoughts while avoiding multiple mental traps designed to mentally maim/break/kill intruders. This time though, she didn't show any signs of confusion outwardly, instead choosing to continue walking and stop thinking. If there wasn't anything to pick up, Berserker wouldn't be able to read her mind, was the conclusion she reached. For the rest of the walk, Berserker stayed quiet, choosing to munch on her (infinite?) black bean buns in peace.