Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Berserker
Long Night Moon nodded, "It seems to have taken effect."
March 7th digested the "common sense" that had suddenly appeared in her mind, her eyes gradually brightening, "So there really is a Holy Grail that can grant wishes? If I win, can I wish to return to the Astral Express immediately? Or wish for an endless supply of Pom-Pom’s snacks?"
Long Night Moon, "...The Holy Grail is just a fake. It can grant wishes, but it’s not as powerful as you think. Besides, the way it grants them is often... full of distortions."
"A fake?" March 7th tilted her head.
"You can think of it as a flawed wish-granting machine."
Long Night Moon brushed it off simply, "Moreover, the wish itself requires massive energy consumption, and usually requires the spirit cores of other Servants as ’fuel’."
"Eh—doesn’t that mean I have to take out other Servants?"
March 7th’s expression slumped, "That doesn’t seem right... everyone has no grudges against each other..."
"That’s why ending the war as soon as possible is good for everyone."
Long Night Moon said, "The sooner you return, the less your companions on the Astral Express will worry."
Mentioning the Astral Express, March 7th immediately became nervous, "That’s right! Everyone must have realized I’m missing by now! Auntie Himeko, Mr. Yang, Danheng, Stelle... and Pom-Pom! They must be worried sick! And weren’t we supposed to go to the Xianzhou Luofu? Will this delay our important business?"
"The flow of time is different."
Long Night Moon placated her calmly, "A month might pass here, while only a day passes there. Your Trailblaze here won’t affect the Astral Express’s original itinerary."
"R-really?"
March 7th was half-doubting, but with no other options at hand, she nodded as if to console herself, "Alright... th-then, I’ll just treat this as a special, solo Trailblaze mission! When I get back, I’ll definitely turn these experiences into a super—long photo album!"
Watching March 7th perk up again, a hint of imperceptible helplessness flashed in Long Night Moon’s eyes.
Then, her gaze turned to Sakura who was "fast asleep" on the bed.
"Still pretending to sleep?"
Sakura’s body visibly stiffened.
March 7th noticed too and curiously leaned in, "Huh? This little girl is awake? Who is she? Why is she here?"
Sakura knew she couldn’t keep up the act.
She sat up timidly, her little hands tightly gripping the quilt, her purple eyes filled with vigilance and unease, her gaze shifting between Long Night Moon and March 7th.
Long Night Moon looked at this little girl, who was only five or six years old yet had already endured unimaginable suffering, and was silent for a second.
She couldn’t be bothered to explain the whole sequence of events from the beginning—especially with March 7th, that "problem child," still present.
Thus, she raised her hand.
A deep red phantom of a jellyfish appeared in front of Sakura, gently touching her forehead.
Sakura’s pupils dilated slightly, then quickly unfocused.
A massive amount of information—about why she was sent to the Matou Family, about Insect Magic, about Zouken’s goals, about Kariya’s struggle, about everything that happened tonight, and about Long Night Moon’s intervention—flooded into her consciousness like a gentle tide.
The information had been filtered and processed, avoiding the most bloody and cruel images, but it was enough for her to understand the current situation.
This process only lasted two or three seconds.
The jellyfish phantom dissipated.
Sakura’s eyes refocused, but they held many complex emotions: confusion, sadness, a glimmer of faint hope, and deep exhaustion.
March 7th watched from the side, stunned, "Big sister, what did you do to her? Why did she suddenly..."
"I just let her know what happened as quickly as possible."
Long Night Moon said simply, then looked back at Sakura, "Now, let’s talk about you, Sakura Matou—or should I say, Tohsaka Sakura."
Hearing the surname "Tohsaka," Sakura’s body instinctively curled up, and her little hands gripped tighter.
The atmosphere became somewhat stagnant for a moment.
"Um..."
March 7th, seeing how visibly dejected and scared the little girl was, couldn’t help but interject to smooth things over, her voice very soft and gentle, "Little girl, don’t be afraid. We aren’t bad people... uh, at least I’m not! My name is March 7th, and I’m a Trailblazer from the Astral Express! Although I don’t know why I became a Servant now... anyway, we won’t hurt you!"
Sakura raised her head and looked at March 7th.
The pink-haired girl was crouching by the bed, her face filled with genuine concern and a warm smile, her eyes sparkling like the glass beads she had seen in the Tohsaka Family garden a long, long time ago.
(This big sister... she’s really like light...)
Sakura opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn’t make a sound.
Long Night Moon watched from the side, not rushing her.
She turned her attention back to March 7th.
"Alright, now it’s time to talk about you."
"Me?" March 7th pointed at herself.
"Yes."
Long Night Moon looked March 7th up and down, that subtle emotion of "how exactly is this determined" appearing in her eyes again, "About your ’Servant’ status. I just sensed your basic parameters through the command spells."
"Parameters?"
March 7th was curious, "What are they? Am I strong?"
Long Night Moon was silent for two seconds before slowly speaking, "Class: Berserker."
March 7th: "...Huh?"
She looked down at her pink pajamas, then raised her hand to touch her messy, bed-head pink hair.
"Ber...serker?"
March 7th’s expression became extremely strange, "Me? That class that sounds super violent? Big sister, did you sense it wrong? No matter how I look at it, I should be an Archer, right? Or a Caster? If not that, then a Rider! What the heck is a Berserker!"
Long Night Moon: "The Throne of Heroes’ determination is based on spirit origin traits and compatibility. Your ’Madness Enhancement’ rank is C; it’s not high, but you are indeed the Berserker class."
"Madness Enhancement?"
March 7th blinked, then suddenly remembered something, "Ah... now that you mention it, I’ve been feeling inexplicably restless since just now... it’s like there’s always some buzzing sound in my head, and I’ve been trying hard to suppress it."
Long Night Moon nodded, "That is the effect of Madness Enhancement. The Berserker class usually grants the Servant the ’Madness Enhancement’ skill, exchanging reason for an increase in basic abilities. Your Madness Enhancement rank is lower, so you can still maintain most of your reason, but your emotions are prone to fluctuation, and you might be more inclined to... well, just rush in during battle."
March 7th’s face fell, "So I really did become a Berserker... Stelle might even ask me to perform tearing apart a trash can with my bare hands!"
She sighed, but quickly perked up again, "Forget it, forget it, Berserker it is! Anyway, I’ll try my best to control it! So, what about my abilities? As a Servant, I should have some special abilities, right?"
"The basic ability parameters are still being analyzed."
Long Night Moon said, "But your Noble Phantasm... seems to be related to ’ice’ and ’Remembrance’. The specific effects need to be verified in actual combat."
"Ice?"
March 7th’s eyes lit up, "I’m familiar with that! The Six-Phase Ice! My specialty!"
As she spoke, she subconsciously raised her hand, and a small cluster of crystalline ice flowers condensed at her fingertips—but the moment the ice flowers appeared, their color changed from the pale blue she was familiar with to a shimmering light pink, and their form was not very stable, trembling slightly.
"Huh? Why did the color change?" March 7th curiously poked the cluster of ice flowers.
Long Night Moon looked at that unusual pink ice crystal, her crimson eyes thoughtful.
(The power of the Remembrance Path... has it been reinterpreted in this world?)
"In any case,"
She withdrew her thoughts and said to March 7th, "If you want to return to the Astral Express as soon as possible, your goal is to win the Holy Grail War. And winning the war requires combat. As your master, I will provide magical energy support and strategic guidance, but your performance on the battlefield depends on you."
"Combat, huh..."
March 7th clenched her fist, her expression becoming serious, "Although I haven’t fought in such a formal ’war’, protecting companions and blazing a trail forward is the duty of a Trailblazer! I’ll do my best!"
Her eyes were firm, and despite wearing ridiculous pajamas and ill-fitting slippers, that drive of "since I’ve encountered it, I have to do it well" made her entire being glow slightly.
Sakura watched this scene quietly, her little hand quietly releasing the tightly gripped quilt.
(This big sister... she really seems like she can bring change...)
Long Night Moon took in Sakura’s reaction and looked back at her.
"So, Sakura Matou—how do you want us to settle you?"
Sakura raised her head, her purple eyes looking at Long Night Moon, then at March 7th, and finally, she spoke in a very small voice:
"...I... want to leave here."
After a pause, she added another sentence, her voice even softer:
"Can you... take me with you?"
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