Standing five meters away from the other person, Surtr did not get too close.
She felt that there was something behind the other person staring at her over there.
Probably Berserker.
“Hello, I am Surtr.”
Putting her attention on the white-haired loli in front of her, Surtr politely replied.
Illya, the child of Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel, and also the lesser grail in this Holy Grail War.
Possessing combat power far surpassing other Masters, the Servant Heracles was also the top existence in this Holy Grail War.
Considered a seeded player of this ceremony.
It’s just that her brain had some problems; being abandoned since childhood and the beastly operations of Einzbern caused her worldview to be somewhat distorted.
Speaking of which, the Emiya family all had some of this problem to varying degrees.
Thinking about it now, the one who seemed most like a normal person turned out to be the wife who had the shortest survival time.
Perhaps it was because she was the youngest, so she was relatively pure.
However, the twisted little loli in front of her also had a quite pure wish in her heart.
[Client: Illya]
[Mission: Wants family]
[Reward: Primogems ×600, Random Reward ×1]
Another quite troublesome mission.
Later, she might as well just go tell Emiya Shirou, ‘Your old man left you a sister after all’.
Without looking anymore, Surtr asked quizzically.
“Is there something you need?”
She was not surprised by the other’s appearance; the other party had been following behind them since just now, but why wasn’t she looking for Emiya Shirou and instead coming to find her?
Surely she wasn’t going to start a fight here?
In broad daylight?
Surely not?
Surtr glanced around; a faint mist shrouded every corner of the street, and the sparse crowd from just a moment ago had already disappeared without a trace.
Well, it seemed the visitor was not friendly.
“What a strange question, Big Sister.”
“Since we’ve run into a Master, are there any other options besides slaughtering each other?”
Illya tilted her head, her gaze falling onto Surtr’s right hand.
The flame-like Command Seals were exposed completely without any concealment.
“Emiya Shirou is a Master too, why don’t you go find him?”
Rather, it would be strange not to find him.
Of course, Surtr certainly didn’t want the other party to kill Emiya Shirou, she was just purely curious.
“Shirou?”
“Shirou hasn’t summoned a Servant yet, right? If I kill him now, it will be very troublesome if the Master changes afterwards.”
The girl in front of her spoke terrifying words with an innocent expression.
With killing as a prerequisite?
It was easy to see that the other party’s brain was indeed a bit messed up.
Such an arrogant statement reminded her of Lancer from the night before yesterday.
“She has something else to do, she can’t come over for the time being.”
Surtr shook her head.
“Besides, do we really have to fight? I thought we were getting along quite pleasantly just now.”
Surtr pointed at the pigeon familiar woven from hair floating beside the other party.
“Is it because you care so much about your old man’s affairs that you’ve become tame? If you wish, I can continue to tell you other things I know. I don’t want to fight today.”
Surtr’s tone sounded unmotivated; even if she started fighting the other party right now, it would be impossible to determine the winner.
Her frontal combat ability with berserker was probably a 50-50 split, and at most she could use Lævateinn to chop away a few lives to add some resistance to the opponent.
It didn’t make much sense.
If possible, she wanted to wait for Medea to join.
Surtr would stall berserker, and then let Medea transform into an assassin, using her Noble Phantasm to cut off the opponent’s contract.
There was completely no need to confront Heracles head-on.
That thing was tricky even for Surtr.
However, the other party didn’t seem to think so.
After hearing Surtr’s seemingly persuasive yet actually sarcastic words, the intent to kill in Illya’s heart, which wasn’t much to begin with, suddenly flared up like a fire.
If there were outsiders here, they would probably think this fellow was definitely doing it on purpose.
If you can’t speak properly, please donate your tongue to someone in need.
Care?
Tame?
What do you take me for?
A small animal that would pounce over just upon hearing an acquaintance’s name?
As if something hidden deep in her heart was touched, her delicate little face flushed red.
“Berserker! Kill her for me!”
Screaming resentfully, behind Illya, a black giant over two meters tall, with shoulder-length black kelp-like hair, an exposed upper body, strong muscles, and wearing primitive battle skirts emerged from the air.
Heracles, the most powerful hero in Greek mythology.
Possessing the Noble Phantasm “Twelve Labors” sublimated from his own legend, he could not only turn his own body into armor to immunize against attacks below B-rank (including B-rank), but also had twelve resurrection chances.
Furthermore, because of Illya’s powerful magical energy, even the lost counts could be recovered once every three days.
Coupled with the powerful stats brought by Mad Enhancement, defeating the opponent in close combat was nearly impossible.
But in reality, this was actually something to be thankful for.
If the opponent wasn’t berserker but another class, it would undoubtedly be even trickier.
At the same time, the system also refreshed a quest.
[Client: berserker]
[Quest: Protect Illya]
[Rewards: Primogems × 1500, Random Reward × 3]
A quest that fit her impression of berserker very well.
She wondered if this quest would still be valid after hacking berserker to death.
But now was not the time to think about this.
It’s coming.
Following Illya’s command, the black figure roared loudly, brandishing a stone greatsword, and rushed in front of Surtr from behind like a cannonball.
For the person standing opposite him, there was probably nothing more desperate than this.
Behind him, the corners of Illya’s mouth curled into a cruel smile, as if she could see the other party being smashed into minced meat by berserker’s greatsword.
“Good grief, actually doing this to a frail Master like me.”
“I’ll just play along with you.”
Complaining like this in her heart, Surtr stepped back at the same time the other party gave the command, clenched her right fist, twisted her body, and made a punching motion.
A giant formed by converging magma gathered behind her, striking the same pose as Surtr.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Berserker’s greatsword fell from overhead.
The giant and Surtr threw their punches simultaneously.
The fist made of magma and the stone greatsword collided fiercely in the air.
Sheltered beneath the giant’s shade, Surtr’s petite fist wrapped in flames, swinging a wind-breaking sound through the air, landed on berserker’s explosive muscles.
Bang!
The fair fist erupted with power that completely mismatched its appearance.
Scorching magical energy erupted from berserker’s abdomen centered around the fist, with the firelight spreading around in a circular shape, and a scorched smell wafted from it.
In the blink of an eye, the black giant flew backward at an even faster speed than when he came, until he smashed a roadside street tree and barely stopped.
The fierce wind whipped up by berserker lifted the girl’s crystal-clear hair, along with that sluggish expression on her face.
Turning her head stiffly, she glanced at berserker climbing back up behind her, and then looked at the genuinely existing Command Seals on the back of Surtr’s hand.
A puzzled word slipped unconsciously out of Illya’s petite mouth.
“Eh?”
At the same time, in the living room of a luxury hotel not far from the battlefield of the two.
“Master.”
A soft and crisp voice like pastry came from inside the room.
A girl draped in a gray robe walked out from the room, looking at the two people in front of the living room TV, her tone sounding visibly weak.
“I felt it too.”
Waver sat on the sofa, his action of controlling the joystick pausing.
His brows furrowed tightly, and he reached out to pinch the center of his brows, rubbing it up and down.
“Just which rule-ignorant fellow is starting a war on the street in broad daylight.”
The tone sounded like seeing some disobedient bad student.
This was a habit brought on by years and months.
“Judging from the transmitted magical fluctuations, they are two quite powerful guys.”
Aside, the red-haired giant put down the joystick, stepped over to the window, and looked down.
However, the specific scene could not be seen from this angle.
“How is it, kid, wanna go take a look?”
The big man asked, the anticipation in his tone exposing his thoughts.
“…Then let’s go take a look, try not to cause a conflict.”
Waver rubbed the center of his brows again.
For some reason, he felt that what he was going to see next might exceed his imagination.
His stomach started hurting.