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[color=gold][b]”Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let Aesaurum be the ancestor.”[/b][/color]

Elizabeth spat out the name Aesaurum with a scowl on her face. How absolutely annoying, to have to come out to Fuyuki for something like this. Cleaning up someone else’s mess, that’s all this was. It was infuriating, absolutely infuriating. Some backwater Magus fucked up their ritual, now it was all going out of control as the city burned and the Mage’s Association was tearing out their hair over the whole thing. For good reason to, hundreds of thousands of non Magus had died in the past three days alone because of this fuck up, so someone had to clean up this mess.

But why was she chosen? Elizabeth looked at the markings upon her right hand and her frown softened, replaced by a more thoughtful expression. Why had she been chosen by the Holy Grail to summon heroes from across time to fight for a single wish? She had no true desires, aside from the one desire that all Magus shared. What separated her from every other Magus in the world? 

[color=gold][b]”Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.”[/b][/color]

However this was a good chance to get on the good side of the Clock Tower Nobles, so she came here without complaint. Elizabeth was given an catalyst to use for summoning, along with all the support she needed to find out what was going on in Fuyuki. Her job was to eliminate the idiots behind this whole ritual along with figuring out just what the hell was going on in Fuyuki. Nice and simple right?

Of course not, not in this god forsaken backwoods country. From what she could tell, the Servants who had been summoned in this ritual were absolute monsters. So she needed a strong Heroic Spirit if she was to make any difference in this war, that much was clear. The strongest Servants were those of the Knight Classes supposedly, and while she had a good summoning catalyst, she had no guarantee of what class he would be summoned as.

[color=gold][b]”An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.”[/b][/color]

Well, that isn’t entirely true. There was one way to guarantee a Class, albeit a risky one. The Class of Berserker sacrificed their sanity in exchange for a boost in power, however the name itself screams danger. Berserker. A man filled with rage, lashing out at everything around him. No matter how he is hurt, no matter who he hurts, all he can do is kill. Lack of reason, lack of planning, a man turned beast. That is the essence of a Berserker. The most dangerous of classes in many ways, a Berserker could attack their Master given even the slightest provocation. 

[color=gold][b]”Yet you shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos.
For you would be one caged in madness.
I shall wield your chains.[/b][/color]

But there is that saying. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It wasn’t like she sought to win the war after all, she was just here to do her job. And her job would require that her Servant be strong, intelligence would have just been a bonus. He would have to be the strongest of all in order to kill the Servants behind these tragedies that plagued the city.

[color=gold][b]”From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!”[/b][/color]

The Servant appeared perfectly in the middle of the circle, pale skin enframed by hair as black as the feathers of a raven. She looked upon him with no emotion, she just waited for him to make the first move. She said nothing, she didn't even blink as she studied the man known as Gilles de Rais. His stats were analyzed, a small nod of approval was given as she noted his high parameters. However that was soon followed by a deep frown as she noted the level of his Madness Enhancement. EX, off the charts. Elizabeth's right hand tensed, she might have to use a command seal now if he attacked.

[color=gold]"Are you sane Berserker? Do you have the presence of mind to comprehend my words?"[/color]

A simple question, but one that needed to be asked. She reinforced her body subconsciously, even knowing that it would do nothing against a Servant with such high Strength. It was the only way she could control the situation, the only control she had over her life at the moment. Elizabeth quietly noted his alignment and formed her next sentence.

[color=gold]"If you do, know that we have no time to dally. There is much work to be done in this city if we are to prevent any further loss of life."[/color]
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