The young woman who was sitting across from Maurius was no human. Flowing blonde hair reached well past her neck, and sharp green eyes seemed to pierce whatever she deigned to gaze upon. Currently she was wearing a flowing white dress and very opulent jewelry of various shapes and sizes. Despite her keen eyes and great beauty, she seemed rather young. Yes. If it was just 'looks' alone, one might mistakenly believe she lacked any sort of real presence. Someone who thought her form held any sort of violence in it would probably be laughed at.
. . .And yet, that wasn't the case at all.
She was Berserker, the living incarnation of myth. To even a great magus the pressure exerted from her being was probably comparable in intensity to a sun. From every blood vessel to each and every lock of her hair, Berserker had an overwhelming od that fundamentally did not belong in this age. A magus who mistook her for a 'God' would not be looked down upon by his peers. After all Servants were existences that transcended the common sense of man. What were physics when compared to the rebirth of a legend that stood as humanities beacon?
No 'human' could ever oppose a being like this. Modern arms cannot affect spiritual interference. A larger mystery always consumed a lesser one, so a modern Magus stood no chance either.
In other words, a fully transcendental being like that was-
Enthusiastically finishing off the last of her duck ragout.
Whatever her inner world was like, the finely dressed lady was smiling as she eagerly awaited for the next course. Was it the food? Or was it something else? Regardless, Berserker seemed rather pleased. It probably boded well for her master, at least at the moment.
"So, Berserker, are these accommodations to your liking?"
Berserker seemed to have been concerned with her own thoughts ever since the meal began. However, her valiant figure stirred almost immediately in response to his inquisitive words. Her attention fully focused on him for a very brief moment.
Then-
". . .Hmph."Berserker closed her eyes, taking a moment to contemplate her Masters words. The last of her first course was finished without any mercy whatsoever. Nothing was left on the plate.
"They certainly are bizarre and uncanny." The moment of silence ended with that, as Berserker took to watching her Masters reaction with thoughtful eyes. Berserker exerted a great 'presence' that would've silenced the room had there been actual occupants. It was very much a different 'presence' from the overwhelming od of her body itself. This was a 'force of will' a normal human would stumble back in their seat from. Despite that, her tone was cordial and she still seemed rather pleased.
. . .In the first place, an empty dining hall wasn't normal. But that wasn't the greatest farce. Rather it was probably the idea of a ghost participating in a three course meal with a world class musician. Not only that, but she was servant 'Berserker'. Without any amount of argument allowed, it was most certainly an oddity.
"Fortunately, I enjoy being captivated by abnormal situations such as these." Though it sounded like it, her response held no sarcasm or passive aggressiveness. Berserkers expression was rather pleased, and she was smiling in a very forward way. It was almost certainly a honest response to his similarly genuine inquiry, though it had more than a tinge of haughtiness within it.
"No no, that's not right. I would be absolutely loathe to know that my hospitality was in any way lacking."
So thats how it was.
Truly adorable.
Berserker spoke up energetically- clearly perceiving something of his self-doubt. Her eyes were as sharp as they seemed, along with the mind behind them. It seemed that she had seen an opening, and intended to dive in. As if to artificially inflate her next few words, Berserker held her hand over her chest and swung her free arm wide.
"I will assuage your worries before you start to agonize over them, Master. While it certainly is low-class wine, your presence is adding some spice to a dull brand." It was a genuine commendation from the young lady, her pure smile ending any doubts.
With a rather pleased look, she continued speaking on a related subject.
"If you are truly worried about my impressions of your taste, a date at a more interesting dining hall would be pleasing. Possibly one with an interesting contrivance, like a banquet room that does revolutions, or even an eatery lacking lights." Berserker ensured her important declaration had time to sink in then adopted a much more serious expression. She was clearly someone accustomed to hardship and deadly situations. Berserkers next words were spirited and full of energy- they were spoken in a tone that gave an impression of esprit de corps and elan.
"No matter. We have little time for such base frivolities at the moment. Our opening maneuvers shall ensure our opposition is sufficiently cowed. To that end,"Though she held little interest in magecraft, her summoner was a prodigy worthy of a thousand year name. If it was him spear heading it, a small group of magi could accomplish high-thaumaturgy like a Grand Ritual easily. Infact, there was probably no doubt he organized things like 'Concerts' for that express purpose. Being a good magus was not a matter of magic circuits. While they were the proof of blood in this era, mentality was far more important. Perhaps, then, she would take some interest in his magical works.
But not at this exact moment. It was nowhere near the most
interesting part of her master.
"Master. I acknowledge that you truly are capable. However I am concerned about your drive in this Holy Grail War. Not as a Mage of course- but as a Man." The final goal of any Magus was reaching the swirl of the root. If that was not their expressed desire, then they couldn't be called a Magus. [ ] Was a 'place' far beyond even the Throne of Heroes. However, even she knew. Touching that 'place' was the same thing as committing suicide. It did not matter what level of ego you held, it would be washed away by the true 'origin'. Those who came a step away from touching the 'origin' but turned away were the cowards called True Magicians.
Determination inherited by ancient generations would not be enough to achieve victory in this Holy Grail War. In her Masters case, it would be concerning if he lacked a driving force.
Truth be told Berserker had little interest in the affairs of mages. In contrast, she did seem to be quite interested in the lamb chops now laying before her.
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